The outdoors

Aaron was surprisingly quiet for just a brief moment as Sam spoke. His fist relaxed, though he still stood tensely. "Well...you may want it to be painless, but around here, they specialize in pain."

Rick rolled his eyes. "Only when you fight it."

Aaron smirked. "You just like watching me squirm." He glanced back at Sam and sighed. "At least you're more attractive than Hal," he reasoned dryly. 

Rick's eyebrows rose. "Well would you look at that. First positive words out of the man's mouth. Miss Travis, you may just have a chance with him." 

"Shut up, doc," Aaron grumbled. "Are we done yet?"

"Not hardly. Time for a walk."

"Oh joy.

Rick looked at Sam. "Unless you want to take a turn."

"I'm not a dog!" Aaron scowled and say back down on the bed. "Even dogs get let outside."

"Not on your life." Rick aimed for the intercom to call Hal.  

Aaron's eyes bounced back to Sam as the wheels in his head turned quickly. "You don't happen to like the outdoors do you?"


"It's a mess  isn't it?" Pete came up behind Ron at the map. He'd seen Ron here the other day and assumed now that he was with Kirk, and possibly one of the agents that would stay. He didn't like it, but if they were going to survive this, being friendly would at least make it bearable.

He offered Ron a handshake. "Pete Kriston." He turned to the map. "And somewhere on here is Brent Franklin, our missing agent." He stopped. "Ex-agent who wants to end his own life." Bitterness laced his tone. He blamed Kirk and the FBI for this. "We've put everything on hold to look for him, but so far, all we've got is at one point he was heading north. But as...unstable as he is at the moment, there's no rhyme or reason to his whereabouts."