"He should have had back up to go in with him," a younger Carlos whispered over to Captain Steven Santos. Carlos was dressed in dark black fatigues like the rest of the group, only the insignias on the sides of the shirts showed ranks.

"You think I wanted to send my little brother in there alone," Steven hissed back in a whisper, "He's the ferret in this group and you know it."

Carlos kept looking through the lenses which cast a green hue around the village that was in war torn Bosnia. "I know that, but I still can't see him."

Tank looked from Carlos to Steven. Steven hadn't led them wrong before. Tank started to feel that heavy feeling, Lester should have come back by now. He shifted his weight on his elbows as he moved his body forward staying low to the stone roof.. Off in the distance explosions were heard, the vibrations reaching them from their perch up on the roof of a coarse stone house. Smoke and fire clogged the night warm air, making breathing seem impossible. Bobby was beside him looking with a pair of night goggles as well, both searching for any sign of Lester.

"He'll be back."

Tank could hear the frustration in Steven's voice as he was willing that Lester return. Bobby hit Tank on the arm, "3:00 o'clock," and handed him the night goggles. Tank looked through them, he could see the dark and lighter grey patches showing up against the building that had been gutted from a bomb only a few hours earlier.

Carlos swung his pair and looked that way as well, "It's him."

They could all seen him as he slinked his way back to them, he slung the riffle around his back and grabbing the holds on the pipe he started climbing his way up. Carlos reached his hand over the edge and pulled Lester up along with Tank.

Lester came up and then lay down on his back catching his breath, "We're stuck here. The lines have switched hands."

"How many?"

"Hundred at least." Lester panted out telling his brother.

Steven looked back out, their troops were on the other side of this line, "What about Major Fuentes?"

"Dead."

"Fuck!" Steven hissed.

Carlos rolled back on his stomach and moved towards the edge of the building, "We can't just sit here all night Steven."

"I know. Fuentes wasn't good," Steven told him.

"We need to get out of here, we can't help Fuentes being dead. This operation never should have happened, I still have that bad feeling Steven." Carlos said.

"Agreed, not just here but out of the whole damn Army." Steven looked over to Carlos, "Let's get a business together."

Carlos looked at him and grinned, "I get to call the shots on the outside."

"I'll gladly give up this torch to you." Steven smiled, "We'll have to find something we'll all be good at."

"Bounty hunting. I always wanted to go find the bad guys." Lester told them.

"You do enough of that now." Bobby said.

They all had a little laugh, a little peace of heaven in a war torn night. "Lester gets to find them, I get to take them down." Tank said.

"Me as well," Bobby threw in.

"Okay, that leaves me with shit to do but spend all the money." Steven said, "Come on, let's get the hell out of here." Steven went over to Lester, "Okay ferret, sniff us a hole out of this dead zone."

Tank bolted awake at the pain in his head from hitting the table in the break room. His phone started chirping, and he answered it, feeling the pain in his chest at seeing Steven in his dreams. "Yes."

"What the hell is going on Tank?" Ranger asked.

"Stephanie and Lula are in the wind, explosion, dead body, normal sort of shit, but only they ran from the FBI. The feds are after them. We haven't been able to find them at all." Tank told him.

"Where the fuck is Bobby? I left Bobby with Stephanie." Ranger growled out.

Tank put his head in his hands, "We can't find Bobby, Bobby has vanished."

Stephanie finds dead bodies, Stephanie blows things up, Stephanie always has someone after her this is typical Stephanie. Stephanie in the wind? Stephanie isn't that good at being the wind, a tornado, I'll give her that. Stephanie where the fuck are you? Bobby vanished? Ranger gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his breathing ragged. "What? This is not possible."

"Carlos, I'm telling you. I can't find them anywhere."

I hate when he calls me Carlos, because it means he really can't. Stephanie got away from Bobby. I'm going to kill him, he knows how much she means to me so now he goes and fucking pulls this shit. "What do we know?" Ranger asked as he let his right foot go all the way to the floor. All because he knows I would hurt his ass.

"The Bronco smelled like shit we aren't even sure what is all over the driver seat. Bobby's cell was covered in chocolate. The Bronco and the phone were left in Point Pleasant. I have had people all over that place today and we haven't found them. That is Bobby's last known location." Tank told him.

"Was the Bronco left at Vinnie's place?"

"No, it was left near the boardwalk, the phone inside on the passenger seat. We found the distributor cap under the passenger side seat." Tank told him.

Passenger, on the passenger side. What is Bobby trying to say? Ranger didn't want to think about this, this brought up too many memories. Too many memories of Bosnia, Bobby was giving him clues. Steven had thought them to leave clues that only they would understand, what may have appeared normal to someone else or left hap hazardly wasn't really done so in their group.

Lester pulled into his and Bobby's apartment complex. He had found the five feet to stay around Alex quite challenging. He was so used to walking around the back side of the SUVs and found out that it was further than five feet. Alex had felt the jolt hit her left leg and it had caused a cramping in her calf muscle along with an electrical tingle that had ran right up along her nerve line in her leg and ended in her left gluteus maximus. Alex still had her left foot up on the dashboard and was stretching her left calf. Lester looked over to her after he shut off the SUV.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that on purpose." Lester told her for the second time. For his efforts she glared at him again. "Give me your leg."

"No." Alex told him and opened her door. She was about to head out and looked back at Lester. "Are you getting out?"

Lester opened his door and paused looking at the distance between them. "I think you better follow me."

Alex held onto her door, then studied the distance and slammed the door shut and climbed to the center between the seats and had her hand on the steering wheel. Lester was standing outside the SUV and extended his hand to help her climb over the front seat and out.

"I don't need your help. Just back up." Lester started backing up. Let's see how well she's paying attention. I'm not going to stop, Lester thought. Alex had just climbed over the front seat and glanced up at him. Alex's heart had picked up it's pace at seeing him backing up, and he was slowly going and going, "STOP!"

Lester halted, he had seen the slight, very slight, hesitation of panic at knowing what would be coming before she had yelled at him. She doesn't like pain, yet she's still won't take any of her pain medication. "I thought you enjoyed pain, I thought it could be some fetish of yours."

Alex came out of the SUV and slammed the door. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Don't rise to that bait, it is none of his damn business what fetishes I have, I'd rather feel the pain than be dull witted around him. He just proved I can't relax my guard, Alex thought. She moved over to the sidewalk making sure she stayed within the five feet and waited to see if he was going to move.

Lester looked at her when she didn't respond, she always had a come back. His brow furrowed as he came up to the sidewalk which she put distance back between them. "Why won't you take your pain meds?"

"I'm fine without them." Alex told him, "Besides, aren't we supposed to be looking for your friends. My business is my business, now go about yours."

Lester watched her face, her eyes were wary of him. Fuck! Not good Lester, stupid, that was so totally fucking stupid to pull something like that with her right now. Just because she bruised my ego and hurt my pride doesn't give me the right to play with her like this, Lester thought. "Mine and Bobby's apartment is back to the right, it's upstairs, on the left." He turned to his right and started walking slowly with his hands in his pockets as he glanced back to see if she was following him.

Alex watched him carefully and noticed he had slowed his pace more than what it had previously been at Rangeman. She still stayed behind him as much as she dared. Lester paused in front of the apartment door and unlocked the door and pushed it open. The stench from the foyer smelled foul. Lester looked down at the linoleum and noticed the dried stains on the floor. Alex covered her face up past her nose with the t-shirt she had on.

"Yes, it's rank. But I'd say Bobby was here. The Bronco smelled foul when they brought it back." Lester told her. "Come on. I need to walk room from room."

Alex followed him without saying a word into the foyer and then he stopped and looked at the linoleum again, bending down he found a red trash bag tie. Lester picked it up, it hadn't been used, just looked like it fell out of the bag. Lester moved off to the kitchen and opened the pantry and found the trash bag box that had been opened up. It was new box, he knew, because he had bought it only three days ago and he had placed the last bag in the kitchen trashcan himself. The top of the box was left on the shelf beside the box. Bobby didn't throw the top away. Bobby throws everything away, why leave that out?

Lester picked up the top of the trash bag box and took it with him. Alex watched and followed him from room to room. The bathroom was interesting, it looked like someone took it apart, at least the shower curtain. Lester opened the cabinet, one towel was missing, and he found it in the hamper inside Bobby's room. Lester sat down on Bobby's bed and looked at the trash tie and the box top.

Alex looked at him like he had lost his mind turning over those two objects in his hand. What is he doing? It's just trash, Alex thought. She looked around the room and not finding anywhere to sit other than the bed she decided to sit where she was on the floor.

Lester looked up at her, "We could go in the living room. You'll be more comfortable."

"I'm fine." Alex told him and then stretched her legs out in front of her stretched down towards her toes as far as she could go till the pain in her ribs wouldn't let her go any further. It was helping with her back muscles that had become stiff over the last two days with not stretching out.

Lester watched her for a moment then lay the tie and the box top beside him on the bed and leaned back and left his feet on the floor. The bathroom curtain looks like shit, but that could be because he was pissed or in a hurry. He's done that before, he was pissed, he had to have been pissed. He had told Zero Stephanie tossed his phone out the window. That wouldn't have pissed him off. Losing Stephanie would have pissed him off. But he had to find the phone, Stephanie did something to his phone. Trash tie, box top, Lester thought and then started laughing. "She threw his phone in the dumpster."

Lester sat up and looked at Alex who was now in the Chinese splits and had her eyebrows raised at him. "How do you know that is what happened?" Alex asked him.

He picked up the tie and top of the box top, "Bobby called Zero and said Stephanie threw his phone out the window. If that would have happened, Bobby would still not have left Stephanie alone, not even to retrieve the phone. Stephanie took his phone and she threw it in the dumpster because she was pissed at him. Stephanie was in a mood that morning. You could see it in her body language and hear it in her voice. You were in the bathroom with Ranger and wouldn't have noticed." Lester stood up, "Let's go, we have a trip to take to the shore."

"What about the shower curtain?" Alex said standing back up looking at Lester curiously. She couldn't help it, she was curious as to how he was figuring this out.

"He was pissed off, he's done that before when someone has pissed him off. The shower curtain wasn't the clue." Lester told her.

Alex followed Lester out of Bobby's bedroom. "Why would he leave clues anyway for someone to figure out his phone was dumped off?"

Lester stopped and turned quickly, Alex stopped and backed up a few paces having not expected him to do that. "Because we were taught too, in a life or death situation, you leave clues. You leave them so someone can find you, but only the people you want finding you."

Alex could hear the hurt in his voice, "Did Ranger teach you this stuff?"

Lester closed his eyes, "My older brother did, and it saved our lives more than once." He opened them back up. "People leave clues all the time. You just have to look for them. They don't even know they do it, but crime scene techs have learned to find them and use them to put people behind bars. When we leave our clues behind, they are done for a reason, they are done because it's something that we normally wouldn't do and it stands out for people who know us."

"Why can't you just call your brother and get him to come do this happy little trash treasure hunt?" Alex asked.

"The last time any of us saw my brother was in Bosnia, he's missing in action." Lester turned and started walking out of the apartment.

Alex watched him walk away and then she sped up real quick to catch up so she wouldn't get shocked. She saw his shoulders were slumped more so than when he had been attempting to shock her earlier outside. "Can you actually prove she tossed Bobby's phone in the dumpster?"

Lester walked to the front door, "Yes, I can. I'll show you." He knew Bobby wouldn't have kept those clothes. He knew Bobby would have tossed him. Their dumpster pick up was scheduled for tomorrow.

Alex followed him back outside. All of this was a little too hard for her to fathom to be totally accurate because of a trash bag box top and a trash bag tie. She followed Lester all the way outside to a dumpster. He paused at it and scanned the bags. He was looking for the bags with the red ties. Most all of them where white. Alex came closer than she had and peered over into the dumpster. "What are you looking for?"

"Black bag, red tie." Lester told her. He didn't see it and knew it had to be buried. He turned and looked at her. "How bad do you want that proof?"

Alex looked back inside the dumpster, "You don't expect me to go in that thing do you?"

Lester grinned at her, "It's in there, I'll stake my life on it." Bobby you better have thrown them away, I know you are picky about your clothes, I've seen you throw them away when one of your dates has gotten drunk and thrown up on you, Lester thought.