Help...

Nate was happy to see Con join them. If there was one person he definitely wanted in on this was him. Even if everyone else played there rolls, and were good Con new would do what he had to and not hesitate. It seemed like forever making there planes and putting them into place. Making sure to go over everything with a fine tooth comb. Nothing could be out of place, yet it had to look normal. That was the hardest thing of all. 

About to wrap things up Nate was surprised at the knock on the door and seeing Kirk enter. Honestly he wasn't sure what to expect. They were all nervous and worked up as it was, they didn't need any other added stress. But hearing Kirk wanted to help Nate just stood there for a moment. He really wanted to help? Not letting another second go by though Nate motioned for him to come closer and look at the map they had out. 

   "You can be on the ground team. Katie is good, and I have all the confadince in the world she'll keep Jason safe, but you never know what could happen, and the more people we have to try and get them out safely the better. Are you ok with that?"

Streaching and giving a shiver since the blanket had fallen off some time she reached for Gunner to pull him closer to keep her warm. Not feeling him next to though her eyes popped open as she sat up. Looking around and not seeing him Bree got up and wondered in the kitchen maybe wondering if he was there. 

Seeing Gunner's letter Bree picked it up with a shaky hand to read. She had a sick feeling in the pit of she stomach and as she read she sank to the ground. Tears formed in her eyes as she let out a scream. She didn't understand after last night how he could be doing this. She had to stop him...

Not even bothering to change out of her clothing she fell asleepw in Bree grabbed her keys and headed for her car. Getting in, it only took a few minutes to get to Gunners house.

   "Gunner...."

Bree opened the door and ran to the bedroom, than the kitchen. Everything was in place like he never had even been there, but he phone was on the table and Bree new...he'd run again. She couldn't help the continued tears that came from her eyes. 

Pulling her phone from her pocket she needed help...she couldn;t do this alone now with how sick she felt at the moment. They had to find him...they just had too. Dialing JT and getting his voice mail Bree didn't hold her emotions back. She was far to upset.

   "Uncle JT...Gunner is gone. He left a not this mor....this morning and he's...not at his apartment either. Please....I need you to call me or come to Gunner's when you get this."