"How'd it go" Avery asked, looking up from his computer keyboard where he was updating the station website. "Just like we both honestly thought it would" Pelk answered in a more tired than annoyed voice. "It wasn't anything, didn't even find any pot plants."

"Did she leave" Avery asked, the testosterone makers in his trousers still insisting on his continued interest in the shapely young woman with the arrogant attitude. "Oh hell yea." Pelk replied without hesitation, "heard her fire her car up, my guess is she's half way back to Route 93 by now. And not soon enough for me. I've got a shit-ton of work to finish and running around in the woods, sweatin' like a pig and being eaten alive by the state bird wasn't in my plans for this afternoon. Glad that's all over with".

"Yea, I guess so," Avery mumbled, turning back to his work. "Still a shame though" he thought, not wanting to articulate the thought and suffer any ridicule by Pat, "nice ass, damn nice ass."