Rykon
Five Thousand Club
"My question, Rosy, is what else could we do when she's not by the bike that we can electronically track nor in the hotel nearby. We'd have no lead other than to track her physical trail. I'm SERE trained, I can follow trails better than almost anyone, hell I'll handle the dog and take the shots fired. Keep in mind, officially, missing persons don't get reported until 24 hours after disappearances. We're between the one and two day window right now. Sure it will be difficult tailing someone in a city, but what other choice do we have? I don't think the locals are just going to politely engage the squad with a handsome bounty on their heads, dressed in assault gear, to tell us where a grumpy looking alien went." Alan said, doing his best to not sound confrontational and just stick to the facts as he understood them. Based on his reasoning, if there were other reliable means of locating Antonia, should she not be where they expected her to be, he was wholly unaware of it at the least.
"As we learned yesterday, I sure as hell think we all agree we don't trust some other pack of slow-headed dirtbags to take that task either. They have a bit of a track record around here. That's a rant for another time though." Alan concluded.
"As we learned yesterday, I sure as hell think we all agree we don't trust some other pack of slow-headed dirtbags to take that task either. They have a bit of a track record around here. That's a rant for another time though." Alan concluded.