3.00pm

Chris was pissed. He tore into the van like a tornado, looking tired, worn and very riled.

"How the hell are we supposed to conduct secret surveillance, if every elderly woman in the neighbourhood knows who we are!" he turned to Ezra, his mood softening as confusion overtook, "What in the hell happened to you? Fight with a piece of turf?"

Ezra groaned and Chris turned back to the subject at hand,

"How did she know?"

Vin sighed,

"She saw us changing around. Been watching us." He admitted sheepishly. Chris threw his hands into the air,

"Perfect! A law enforcement agency conducting surveillance, under surveillance by an old woman!"

He sat down heavily,

"I did not need this today." He muttered, rubbing at his forehead with a hand.

Josiah decided to soften the blow,

"It's not all in the air. As far as we know, Jarvis hasn't seen us, he doesn't know about us. We're hidden from him, it's only a few houses along this street that can see us."

Chris grunted and threw his hand up,

"Fine. So what have you got on Jarvis?"

Silence.

Vin cleared his throat,

"Ah, well, we haven't actually seen him today…"

"What!"

Chris' anger levels built again. He stood up abruptly.

"That's it, this whole thing is over. We're pulling out, it's been a disaster from start to finish. We'll go in a different way because we're obviously not - ,"

"I don't know if you're interested…" Ezra began. Everyone turned to look at him, startled. Ezra had interrupted Chris mid-rant. Not good. Chris was thinking the same thing. He was about to explode when Ezra carried on calmly, "…But Jarvis has just returned,"

Everyone turned to the monitors. Sure enough, Jarvis was climbing out of a sleek black car. Everyone's spirits lifted. Chris was on it like a flash,

"Ok, everyone stay on it, Josiah, Vin, Ezra -,"

The Southerner interrupted again with a triumphant look at his watch.

"I'm afraid Mr. Larabee, my time here is up. I've been here since eight, and finally, I can be relieved."

Chris blinked at him,

"Who'll stay here?" he asked, almost cluelessly.

Ezra smiled and raised a tray of cookies to his boss, as Chris took them wordlessly he slipped on his jacket, and then turned to clap his boss on the shoulder.

"Enjoy Mr. Larabee. See you in the morning."

And, pulling his mud stained coat about him, he stepped out into the darkness.