Who: McGee and Abby When: Wednesday evening. Where: The movie theater. What: Abby was hunting down a certain Special Agent. Rating: TBD Status: In Progress. So far this place was deader than a doornail. Another night was squeaking by so slowly that he could swear he saw dust forming. Why on earth did a Resort have a movie theater anyway? Didn't people come to this place to get away from the world? Sure it would be a nice date place to bring someone else that was trapped here, but that was pretty much it, right?
He had hijacked two of the laptops from the cabin he shared with another girl, figuring she wouldn't mind since there were two left behind. At the moment he was doing his best to try and trace the notice he'd gotten for the payroll. So far he wasn't coming up with much. Just that the signal came from the lodge. It was a start, and they had enough time to look through every nook and cranny. Unless the office moved.
He was sitting in the concession stand, a box of junior mints open beside him. "I could really use Abby's help right about now." He mumbled to himself.