[MD3, 4:23PM, Forksville Motor Court]
>"Flynn's breathing, what about Sharlyn?"
>
>"She's breathing too." Then September heard it.
>
>"Do you hear that?"
>
>"What?"
>
>Flynn and Sharlyn were faced on the ground, with a faint snore
>coming from both of them. September stood up, trying to
>conceal the smile that was on her face.
Kate smiled in relief that everyone was all right, but shook her head. Nothing that had happened since the team left DC was going to look too good in the inevitable report. She put a hand on Flynn’s shoulder and shook him lightly. "Time to get up, folks," she announced.
Flynn grumbled then opened his eyes, looked around in confusion for a moment, and sat up. "What the..?"
Sharlyn followed suit a moment later. "Where..? Oh."
"Feeling better," Kate asked.
"Yeah, I think so." Flynn got to his feet and helped Sharlyn up.
"Did you get a chance to search the room before you dozed off?"
Sharlyn nodded. "Nothing here. Docker’s long gone."
Kate nodded. "Guess he figured that gas would get us. Almost did, too," she said, rubbing the back of her head for emphasis. An apologetic, slightly uneasy look crossed Sharlyn’s face. That answered one question. "No harm, no foul, right," Kate added with a wink. "Let’s get back to the cabins and try to put together a plan for getting those people out of the warehouse."
Flynn and Sharlyn exchanged a confused look.
"Come on," September said. "We’ll explain on the way back."
*****
[5:50PM, Delta cabins]
Whatever was being done at that warehouse, the people involved had had most of the day to clean up and clear out. Kate wasn’t in any mood to waste time, and she sensed, once the situation had been explained and briefly discussed, that no one else was either. She hoped there would still be something to find there, but after all the delays of the day, and considering how their luck had been running, she was feeling somewhat less than optimistic.
Kate got the extra clip for her gun and tucked it into her pocket. "Everyone ready?" She looked from September to Sharlyn to Agent Cohen, who was sitting in a chair in the corner, looking somewhat coherent, but not quite recovered.
September frowned. "Is he going with us?"
"He knows what kind of security they’ve got in there." Kate shrugged. "Agent Cohen, what do you think? Are you up to going back to that warehouse?"
"Guess so," he said. "I got no weapon, though."
"We’ll cover you. Let’s go."
*****
>Newt stepped out of the Cabin and came face to face with an
>angry looking policeman, "Agent Prescott?"
>
>"Yes?"
>
>The man grabbed his wrist and slapped handcuffs on, spinning
>him around backwards roughly, to grab the other wrist linking
>them behind the young agents back. Newt groaned as he felt his
>arm twisted around behind him. "What's this about?" he asked.
>
>The policeman ignored his question and began reciting him his
>rights, when Kate and the others joined them. "What are you
>doing?" she asked.
>
>"Mr. Prescott here is being arrested for the murder of Sterling
>Richardson and possibly of the rest of his family as well."
>
>"What!" Kate looked at them wide-eyed, "You can't do that .."
>
>"Afraid so, ma'am. I have the order for his arrest right here and
>we have enough evidence to prove that he did it .."
"Just what sort of evidence are we talking about," Kate demanded.
"You’ll have to ask the sheriff.."
"I’m asking you." The cop was not intimidated, but he was forced to take a step back and Kate pushed herself between him and Newt. "What’s this evidence?"
"His fingerprints were found.."
"So were mine," Kate said. "Anything else?"
"A gun found near the scene was traced to Agent Prescott."
Kate was speechless for all of two seconds, and she was fairly certain that she’d kept any look of surprise off her face. "Ballistics report?"
"We’ll get it tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? In other words, officer, you don’t really have any evidence at the moment, do you? Let me see the warrant."
The cop mumbled something under his breath - from what Kate could tell, it wasn’t too flattering. He pulled the paper from his pocket and handed it to her with a scowl. Kate glanced it over quickly, taking particular note of the name of the judge who’d signed it. She was willing to bet he’d been at those meetings at the Richardson house along with good ol’ Sheriff Bob.
"This’ll never hold up," Kate said. Not that it was even supposed to, she thought. Another attempt to divert the team’s attention. She handed the warrant back to the cop and turned to Newt. "Don’t worry. I’m going to follow you into town and we’ll get this cleared up." She went over to the rest of the team. "You three go on. Hopefully, we’ll be with you before the fun starts."
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