"Gary... Gary, I need to get through," Bill said, trying to dodge past his stumbling teammate. Gary Bell nodded sharply, his eyebrows drawn down deeply, staring with unfocused eyes ahead as he stepped towards the side. He clutched his wrist with one hand, the other twitching to control the wavelengths of camera footage swirling around him. He dropped into a chair, his body adjusting to the new position in a series of jerks. Cameron stood at the opposite end of the room, flinging a rubber band from the ceiling, to his sneaker, and back around his finger. Bill nudged him, nodding his head towards the youngest member, who's motions were growing continuously more rapid. Cameron shrugged it off until Bill hit him harder.
"What?!" he asked, irritated, to then notice the autistic boy, who had began mumbling under his breath is slight duress. "Find an Alpha?" he assumed, to then hear the words "Where is she where is she where is she."
Gary's breathing hitched as his pulse raced, searching where she was supposed to be that day. Monday, I go to work, she goes grocery shopping. Every Monday. Every week. She was on just as strict a schedule to keep up with his, so she should be there, but the camera footage was only presenting a number of random strangers and a few neighbors. He looked up sharply.
"Where is she?" he accused, eyes narrowing. "Where is she?!"
"Who?... Who, Gary, WHO?" Cameron spoke, slightly exasperated.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" Gary shrieked.