Jane stands up, looks around at the barren scenery. Nothing but sagebrush and baked earth. She should be home, not lying here in her blood, with cuts mutilating her body. He stamps his foot on the hard ground, it fights back sending a ripple up his body.
He's reeling from the phone call, his advantage is nothing. He sacrificed and risked so much and now everything is in danger..
He smashes his hands against the brick wall in frustration. It fight backs. The ripple reverberates up his arms to his shoulders, into his heart and sends him to his knees.