Fallout

For some reason, Miles felt compelled to follow the others to the hospital. Maybe it was his old cop instincts, but he felt the need to see what was going on in his town. When he reached the hospital he saw Sheriff Newport speaking to some other officers in the lobby about what had happened. They saw him, he knew most of them, and feeling somewhat awkward seeing their old sheriff while talking with the new one made them visibly uncomfortable. Allison turned and approached Miles.

"Thanks for the help, Daniels." Allison said with a nod. "I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there."

Miles shrugged. "Shit I'm so strung out right now I'm sure I barely hit anything." He scratched his nose. "We know why Milo Castagnacci wanted this guy dead?"

Allison shrugged. "Dunno, guy's still out cold. We found a silenced pistol in the car he crashed. And his clothes have some spare clips and what looks like a detonator for something. We had a report on an exploding car earlier, it may be connected."

"Sounds like this guy's bad news." Miles said.

"His ID says he's a contract negotiator from New England. Works for that big company, Lindermann. We're looking into it." Allison sighed. "Never a dull moment in this town."

"Despite it's appearances, no." Miles said. Then he groaned slightly and rubbed his forehead.

"You okay?" Allison asked.

"Fine..." The headache was making his brain throb. "So... you enjoy wearing that badge?"

Allison shrugged. "Better than watching a rest stop at 3 in the morning."

"You know... I can't figure out how you managed that. You go from a laughingstock of your department to the sheriff of this here town. Don't make much sense."j

Allison knew about Miles' issues, and now it seemed that one she didn't know about was rearing its ugly head. "I was on the fast track to the FBI before my 'incident.'" She pursed her lips. "But I worked through my problems, payed my dues. Which is more than I can say of some people."

Miles seized her by the wrist and pulled her close so he could speak under his breath. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means: maybe you should sort your shit out. If you want, I can put you in a cell and you can do some sorting in there. Now let me go." Allison's tone was ice cold. She wasn't bluffing.

Miles let go of her and took a step back. "Sorry... Sheriff..."

Allison glared at him. "Get help, Miles."

Miles chuffed, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and started to walk towards the entrance of the hospital. However, just as soon as no one was looking, he ducked around the corner and started down the hallway. This hospital had what he felt would help stop the pulsating headache he had.

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Next, the nurse led him to Simon’s room. The doctor had just finished patching up hos leg. The head wound was a graze and would be fine. Coop asked the doctor if Simon would be able to answer some questions.

"I'm sure once he's regained consciousness that he will be able to answer any of your questions." The doctor reassured Coop.

That was when Allison walked into the room. "Good, because we've got plenty of them." She looked to Coop. "Ya hanging in there?" She was worried about him. She knew he and Daniel had been close.

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"nodias at the door.. She seems freaked out. Do you want me to get it you do you want to?" she asked but didnt move to get out from under the blanket they shared. She had taken on some human traits in her time here. One of them being the unwillingness to move once comfortable. She gave him a swret smile as if to let him know just that.

Gus smiled and slipped out from under the blanket. "I'll let her in." When Gus went out to the front and saw Nodia he immediately shifted his demeanor from casually relaxed to worried. "Hey Nodia. What's wrong? You okay?"

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Freddy Falcone was uncharacteristically silent as he drove down the narrow stretch of dirt road leading to the Morton Mines. This whole thing with Jessica's missing brother was looking like it went deeper than he previously thought. And now the Mayor and the chief of police were involved in some way.

It stank to high heaven, which is why Freddy opted to go back to the office and get his .38. Though he lied to Jessica and said it was to get a pair of hiking boots for the excursion into the mine.

When they reached the Morton mine, Freddy's hair was standing on end. There was a chill in the air, odd because it was summer in the Nevada desert and the sun was just barely beginning to set. As he looked at the entrance to the mine he thought about that fateful day he first drove into Jackalope Crossing looking for the two idiots who stole from Johnny. He had never found the second guy, nor their car.

Guess he could scratch that mystery off his list.

Jessica had brought more fitting spelunking attire, thick boots and a caving undersuit/oversuit as well as rope and a harness. The girl was clearly not an amateur at this, all the while Freddy was in a pair of old hiking boots he borrowed from Hunter, a pair of jeans and a Hawaiian shirt over a t-shirt.

"You've never done anything like this before, have you?" Jessica asked him as she slipped out of her blouse and jeans like it was nothing and started putting on all the gear she'd brought.

Freddy, always the gentleman, turned his back to her while she changed. "Afraid not."

"I used to go with my brother. I'm a little rusty but I know what I'm doing. Since you've got nothing but what you're wearing you won't be going too far in."

"I can't just let you go in there alone." Freddy argued, turning back to face her once she'd gotten the undersuit on. It looked like a thick set of mechanic's overalls, but on her it couldn't hide the fact she was toned and blessed with a body most Hollywood actresses would kill to have. Freddy kinda wished he wasn't so gentlemanly now.

"I'll be fine," Jessica insisted as she continued to put on her gear.

They soon were making their way into the mine and came upon the wrecked shaft that led down, deeper into the mines. Freddy shined his torch into the darkness but couldn't see the bottom.

"Be careful," Jessica said. "This whole place is unstable."

Freddy spotted some old tire tracks from a car. "Probably because someone made a wrong turn on the interstate."

"Guess you were right," Jessica said. "They didn't bother sending anyone out here."

"Which begs the question: why?" Freddy added.

Jessica started anchoring a rope to the edge. "One way to find out."

(OOC: Just so you guys know, it's been snowing pretty hard where I live so I may or may not end up losing power so if you don't hear from me in a while... send a rescue team and a St. Bernard.)

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