Thorse looked around the house, no wonder the kid had been stealing blankets, what with having a sick brother to take care of and all. Hawsen's comm-link went off just then, and the Captain was quick to answer it.
-"What's the mission status?"- Commander Griffin asked.
"We've managed to find the kid," Hawsen said. "With DeFalco's help, we managed to take her down." Hawsen shook his head, seeming to gather his thoughts. "Turns out she had a sick brother to take care of, his name is Muro by the way, and that was why she stole all those blankets."
"She also seems to have had quite a large collection of medicines," Thorse commented, looking at the shattered remains of several bottles of the stuff.
-"Good work,"- Griffin said over the comm. -"Bring them to TCTF headquarters."-
Lance DeFalco, still holding Muro, began to check the kid. Muro was obviously sick, but the way he had stood up and tried to protect his sister despite his illness said a lot about how close they were. Griffin's words made him stop and look up, wondering if he had heard right. Apparently DeFalco wasn't the only one who thought that.
"HQ?" Hawsen asked. "Isn't that a little- extreme? It was just some stolen blankets and a few bottles of medicine." Okay, so from what he and Thorse had seen, there were more than a few bottles of medicine.
-"You have your orders,"- Griffin said flatly. -"I expect to see the three of you as soon as you get back."-
"Roger that, sir," Hawsen said. "Over and out."
The three TCTF officers turned to look at each other.
"Do either of you have any idea why Griffin would want these two brought to HQ?" DeFalco asked.
"No idea," Hawsen said. "But orders are orders." He sighed heavily. "Let's get going."