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Jared's deep, exhausted sleep finally ended and his eyelids fluttered open. His arm was healing, but a dull ache permeated the area and he reached around, trying to figure out where he had put the painkillers. Sleep still clouded his brain so it took several minutes before he plucked the pills from his pocket and then downed a pill dry. Sleepiness slowly eased away he stood up and stretched, the blanket covering him having long since fallen to the ground by his feet.

Jared glanced down through the window and blanched, suddenly glad he usually didn't move that much when asleep. One wrong move and he'd have come tumbling out... There seemed to be some movement in the trees outside. Suddenly on high alert, Jared reached down to his hip automatically. Only when he reached open air did he remember and grimace at the fact that he didn't have any of his guns. But his instincts were telling him to investigate. He had to do something. Jared eyed the spot where the movement had occurred and then ended. He hoped it was just a false alarm, but just in case...

Carefully noting down the area in his mind's eye, he turned and began taking the stairs down quickly - two or even more steps at a time. At his arrival to the bottom floor, Jared paused, his eyes moving towards the medicine room. Maybe Kathleen would let him borrow a pistol... He strode quickly inside. Nobody was in there. On second thought, Jared hadn't encountered anybody. Even Kylar seemed to have been moved somewhere. Brow furrowing with worry, Jared searched through the bags until he pulled out a gun. It was only half loaded, but Jared didn't want to waste more time looking for ammo. Then, turning, and hoping that the emptiness was just a strange coincidence, Jared moved out.

Finding the general area of the movement was easy. Finding the cause was little more than luck. Jared stared at the figure whom he had nearly tripped over. That missing girl! Jo... Joanne? I think that's her name. Jared decided to put away the mystery of the hybrid's name to the side as he quickly scanned the surroundings and then knelt down by the girl. She was unconscious and injured. A chill ran through Jared as he carefully gauged her wounds. A few chips of glass, rope burns... It seemed that the girl had just escaped something. And the fact that she was just lying here... Worst case scenario, the facility knew where they were hiding.

Jared would have to get Joanne out quickly. He switched his gun to his broken arm. "I'm sorry and I'm glad you're unconscious for this," he told her as he used his one good arm to haul the girl over his shoulder. He gave himself a moment to adjust to the added weight before he turned and began moving quickly back to the facility.

He arrived back without an incident and put Joanne more gently down in the make-shift medical room. It was time to clean out her wounds and fix her up. He was glad that at least his arm was almost nearly fine. This time, he would be able to actually do something.