~Parker’s Point of View~
“Dude we’ve been out for a week, there’s not been a single lead. We’re running ourselves ragged here and it’s s**t for morale. It’s time to go home, let some others try a new direction,” Pax says, scratching the back of his head.
I know he’s right. I hear him.
Offering to stay on my own is suicide and I know that too. I’ve never been the type to cut and run when the chips are down but… This is pointless, especially when it rained for the last two days straight and everyone was miserable.
Looking for a needle in a haystack. A needle that doesn’t want to be found no less.
“You’re right. I just keep feeling like we’re so close to something. You heard from Hunter lately? He’s still around right,” I ask, as we hunch over a map.
Pax shakes his head and sighs.
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