Tim sat on the couch, starring at the lap top. ..... "Yep the watr oughta be good an hot by now I figer. As fer aa a plan, I jus' an't shur yet. Zoe gave me a here abouts as ta whar they was, but we both figer they're on the move agin. Yelena ain't one takes kindly ta beein locked up an' told what she can and can't do. Damned head strong Russian that one an tough as old plow horse meat. So I figr on sittin' har a fer four hars or so, lisenin' ta tha scanner fur any stranger shatter. We kin get some rest and head up north 'fore dawn. Ifin' we don't har from em or Zoe. Sides we're both tuckered plainout, an makin' desions whilst tuckered yur bound ta make mistakes. An sweetheart, mistakes we can't aford." Tim patted her on the thigh and said "Now go on an' git yur bath took, then ya can listen an watch whilst I take mine. Then we'll both grab a couple hars sleep."

As Morgan got up, Tim opened another secure email account, configuring and routing it through 25 different encypted law enforcemnet servers around the world.

"All ya gots ta do is just keep an eye on things. Ifin' anything pops up give a holler. Sorry we ain't got cable or nothin up har fur ya." Tim got up and walked up the stairs, grabbing a clean pair of jeans and a Dallas Cowboy's Jersey from his backpack, he had gotten from John. He stepped into the bath and turned on the shower. As the water heated up to a steam he shaved and brushed his teeth. Stpping into the hot shower, Tim let the hot wter take some of the stiffness and fatigue from his bones as he bathed and washed his hair. Finishing up he stepped out of the shower, dried his body and used the hair dryer to dry his hair, brushing it out. He then slipped into the jeans and jersey walked barefoot down the stairs. " Yea ready to get some shut eye thar Morgan?" he said

Tim's eyes popped open and he sat quickly up in bed the balnket and sheet faling off his bare chest. He smiled at Morgan, pulling the sheet and light blanket back. "Ya shur can sweetheart." he said patting the matress beside him. As Morgan slipped under the sheet and blanket, Tim wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He whispered "Ain't nuthing gonna hurt ya Mogan ya just cuddle up right cheer. I ain't gonna let nuthin' get ya." he added as he pulled her closer, giving her a kiss.

Sean crouched down by Zoe as she conferred with Tim. When she was finished he looked over at her. "So, what's this about Vermont and what is it you need me to do?"

Zoe leaned back in her chair and lit another cigarette. "Not sure yet," she replied, looking at Sean out of the corner of her eye. "The others are being held at Beacon in Vermont and Tim and Morgan are headed there... all I could do was give them that information I hacked out of Beacon's system. Unless Tim comes back here you may have to come up with a way to get to them... if you want to help that is." She added this last part with a truly open-ended look to her as she peered over at him. It was as though she wouldn't honestly care if he chose to help or not.

"I still want to help if I can. If you know where I can find tranportation and some directions I'll head out now." He was very eager to help since they had already helped him so much.

Zoe paused, thinking for a moment as she puffed on her cigarette. "Destination I can give you... transportation... well..." she paused again, a cloud of smoke obscuring her face for a moment. "Normally, we drive people... but since Dominic is one of the people missing..." she sighed in mingled frustration and resignation. "I need to stay here and make sure this place is guarded. Can you take a bus to Tim?"

"Sure can. I'll leave once the sun goes down unless you want to see me smoke." Sean smiles and looks to see if Zoe will at least crack a smile at his attempt at humor.

Alas, Zoe's icy demeanor remained and she merely scribbled the address onto a piece of paper before tearing it and handing it to Sean. She then held up a hand for him to wait and began rifling through a box sitting at her feet, cigarette dangling from her mouth. Finally, she emerged with what looked like a tiny, white pebble. "Put this in your ear," she said, "I will be able to talk to you that way."
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"You still have ammo, Dominic?" Cassius paused, his heart jumping at being addressed by his first name. Popping out the magazine, he inspected it grimly.

"Runnin' low, dude..." he said, then padded himself down just in case. "Aha!" he said as he discovered a magazine on the uniform he was wearing. "The dead dudes doth provide!" he declared.

Sean just shrugs as he takes the slip of paper, reading it quickly. He then looks at the white thing before placing it in his ear. Sean shifts to shadow and back to solid. "Ok. It shifts with me. Good. Anything else before I head out?"

Looking up before pressing the cigarette out into an ashtray, Zoe shakes her head. "Just don't get yourself killed," she replied, "and don't tell anyone about me or this house." Now she turned to him with a warning stare, "if you do, you will regret it."