The rest of team joined Mike and Ryan in the small towns' sheriffs office, everybody scrambling to get things moving before Joe and his cult were on the run again.
Agent Donovan started a debriefing of all the officers in the tiny office with pictures of the known suspects and began to explain the plan to discover the exact location of the cult.
Mike and Ryan turned to each other, nearly rolling their eyes at Donovan "You'd think he'd of learned from his last ego trip." Mike remarked quietly.
Ryan smirked as he looked at Mike "I think the eye patch does him well."
Mike tried to hold back a laugh, suddenly getting the attention of Agent Donovan "Agent Weston, do we have a problem?" he asked.
The young agent shook his head "No, sir." He said, gently shaking his head.
Agent Donovan huffed "Alright then." He said, going back to his plan "Now I know that New Britain is our town, so lets not try and step on any toes of the officers…don't want to piss anybody off, or lost cooperation." He said.
They broke down into small groups, spreading throughout the small town in hopes that it would crack down on finding the cult sooner.
Mike and Ryan walked out of the building, Agent Donovan didn't allow them to leave and go on the hunt for Joe Carroll and his 'friend', which angered the both of them, especially since Ryan was the one who realized they were in town.
"This is bull shit." Mike remarked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the frames.
Ryan smirked "Look, he's just doing his job—you remember what happened last year!" he said.
Mike knew Ryan had a point, but he didn't want to admit it; he continued to huff as he started to pace around and let his anger boil inside of him.
Ryan watched, crossing his arms as he did while Mike continued on before he suddenly stopped.
Mike was angry and he wanted to be angry; but the more he thought about going out and trying to hunt Joe Carroll down and his cult, the more emotionally exhausted he was about it.
He turned to Ryan who was waiting patiently for him, Mike shrugged as he took a deep breathe "I wonder what Deborah would do." He muttered.
Ryan smiled "I don't know, probably do something along the lines of throw the rule book out the window and go out anyway." He remarked.
Mike laughed, he was silent as he looked out into the street of the town "You know, the past few months have been crazy." He said.
"Yeah, I know." Ryan remarked.
Mike nodded "I was so ready to move on from everything last year—but I guess the universe had other plans." He remarked.
"Hey, don't let this get to you…we'll find them, and then all of this will truly be over." Ryan said.
Mike shrugged "Yeah. I know." He said, darting is eyes away from looking at Ryan or any other officers walking by.
Ryan put a hand on his shoulder "…and it might be awhile, but you'll get passed the whole Sarah thing, too. Trust me, I know this." He told him.
Mike nodded "Yeah, I know. It just…"
"We don't have to talk about it, Mike." Ryan said.
Mike sighed, nodding at Ryan as he let a smile escape; Ryan nodded back at him "Now, lets go find something to do while all those nobodies go searching." He said, guiding Mike back inside the sheriffs office.
She hadn't left room since coming back from the diner; Sarah laid in her bed and ignored the chatter and laughter that was coming from the living room.
Sarah was honestly surprised that nobody came to check in on her, especially Mark.
"God, he's so creepy!" Sarah thought to herself.
In a weird way, Sarah was glad that she was being left alone; she thought of Mark coming in to check on her made her skin crawl.
Just as she was letting the thought process more in her mind, she realized that there was silence taking over the house.
Sarah looked at the door, contemplating if she should get off her bed and open the door; she was split on whether or not the group had just gotten quiet or if something had happened.
"Fuck it." She muttered, pushing herself off the bed and quietly opening her door to peek her head out to see that the group was staring at the front door while Emma was missing.
Sarah slowly began to step out of her bedroom when she began to hear screaming and yelling and the front door being kicked in; the group of serial killers began to scatter around the house and Sarah took that chance to run back into her room and shut her door.
She tried to think, panicking for a moment as she began to hear footsteps stomping their way down the hall; Sarah looked out her window and sighed, it was worth a shot.
It was a struggle to open the door before it finally budged and just as the door began to open, Sarah threw herself out the window.
She landed on the cold dirt, picking herself up and struggling to make her way across the yard and into the woods; her bare feet were already gaining cuts and scrapes as she began to run, now hoping that the police hadn't seen her.
Sarah continued to run, not caring how much pain she was in while she refused to look behind her; looking for the closest exit out of the woods and into a street or into a neighbors yard.
Her lungs were starting to ache, she wanted to slow down but Sarah wasn't sure if she could risk it when she suddenly heard someone coming up behind her.
"SARAH!" she heard someone call behind her.
Sarah turned behind her to see both Mark and Luke gaining way and following her.
"Oh, no!" Sarah muttered, now trying to run away from the twins versus the police.