Garrison was bruised and battered, a condition not all that uncommon for him at the end of a mission. This time it wasn't bad but he was having a hard time finding a comfortable spot so that he could get some rest. Chief watched him change position again. The young man picked up a dusty stiff pillow from the corner where some previous occupant had thrown it. He stepped carefully across the creaking old floor, leaned down and quietly offered it to his commander. "Here, try this," he offered in a low tone.
"Thanks." The Warden didn't bother with it to rest his head on. Turning onto the side that had the fewest bruises he tucked it against his chest and draped an arm over it. Finding some relief he finally drifted off to sleep.
The door opened a few moments later and Casino, finished with his turn on watch, stepped into the one room shack. Greeting Chief with a silent nod he turned his attention to his three companions slumbering on the floor in front of the derelict fireplace. Goniff was tucked into a ball like a cat. Actor, as fastidious as he could be given the surroundings, had shaken out a tattered old curtain to lay on so that he wasn't actually sleeping on the floor. Garrison, curled on his side, had his arms wrapped around a ratty old pillow.
He turned a smile back on his younger teammate. "We need to get the Warden a teddy bear," he observed, his voice just above a whisper. "You good?"
Chief nodded his head. "I'm good."
Casino carefully opened the door and stepped back outside. It was actually Garrison's turn but, hey, it was only another couple of hours before the contact would be there to take them out to the boat. Might as well let the guy sleep. Besides, even though he'd never admit it, he kind of liked watching the sun come up.