Steele leans back in his chair, stretching his aching muscles, he checks the time on the laptop, grimacing that he has burned through so much time and still is no closer to finding anything of use. Information on the royals is hidden behind an impenetrable fortress and he has but a spoon to attack it. He has spent his entire life training for one moment, but when it comes he feels so under prepared. e feels utterly useless and there is no worse feeling for him.
Steele rests his elbows on the table in front of him, scrubbing his hands down his face in a near savage manner, it has been two nights of little to no sleep and it is taking a toll on the man. Steele gently closes the lid of the laptop and looks at the two who are sleeping on their own laptops. He knows that they struggled to make
