What Do You Need?
Raphael sat at his desk, staring at notification after notification popping up on his phone.
"Probably should have anticipated this," shrugged Travis as he leaned back in his chair, sipping from the cup of coffee in his hand. It was either early in the morning or late at night, depending on how you looked at it, but all six of the men were crowded into the relatively large office, staring at their phones.
"You should have," agreed Raphael, grabbing the cup that Dominik held out for him. "This seems like something the S.G. should be taking care of."
Travis, once again, sipped from the steaming cup in his hand and only shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe," he agreed. "But my job was to get them all out. Not to figure out where they go after they are freed."