Day 64 (pt Beth)

Beth pulled the binoculars away from her face, eyes narrowing.

He should've come out by now...

The heat was almost intolerable--not to mention the humidity. The reasonable side of her kept suggesting she get on with the mission, but she couldn't do it. Suddenly she saw one of the library doors open, and she ducked down again, pulling the binoculars back up. She grinned.

Gotcha.

Her phone began to vibrate, so she pulled it out, still keeping an eye on the men that were leaving the library.

"Hey."

"Have you found her yet?" Erin's impatience was clear over the line. "It's been several hours."

"Not... no. Not yet," Beth said impatiently, shoving the binoculars into her belt and creeping across the roof, still keeping track of her targets. There was a moment of silence over the phone--interrupted by the sound of Erin typing into her computer.

"What the- Beth?! You aren't even IN San Francisco."

"I know, I got sidetracked," Beth grumbled, strapping a rope to a baluster and sliding down to the balcony below. The men were almost to the van. Erin snorted loudly.

"Stop stalking the poor kid. Even on your bike you'll have a hard time getting to S.F. before Grosland changes locations."

"I know!" Beth said defensively. She'd made it to the ground and was sprinting towards her bike. The van had started off.

"Is that even allowed? I'm sure his mission president would disapprove--not to mention your commanding officer. You know he doesn't like you overly-attached types. Not to mention it's super creepy. It's not like you can even talk to him!"

"Aww, just..." Beth watched the van turn a corner and sighed. "Yeah. I guess. You're such a buzzkill."

"It's what I'm here for," Erin said cheerfully. "Now about San Francisco..."

"Yeah, I'm going, I'm going." She looked around with another sigh. Santa Cruz was nice. She'd have to return later under... different circumstances. She revved up the bike and sped off, trying not to feel too sorry for herself.

There were important things to do... finding Grosland the least of them.