Blake and Humbot were, at the time, outside of Alligretti's Pizza, looking for any clue toward where they could find the Colonel. Blake wasn't at a hundred percent - he had hoped that with the kids saved, his nightmares would stop, but no. Humbot was off following a trail of what could have been blood or sauce from a drippy Italian Sausage sandwich.
Blake sighed. Five years in this time. They had done what they needed to do, but it didn't feel done. And, as his preschool teacher, Sergeant Bagley, had said, if something didn't feel done, it's probably because it wasn't done. Granted, that had referred to bathroom behavior, but the principle was the same.
"Let's go, Humbot. We're not finding anything on this guy."
"Sounds good, Blake. It's been a long time, anyway."
"I just wish we knew more about this Colonel guy."
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