The handler that was always what they called her since they came to Delta. Standing her full height of five feet seven, she moved to the cabinet. After punching in the code, the dark red-haired woman pulled out her pre-packed bag of clothes then the other of her weapons. With a sigh she knew what the tasked placed before her was; she didn't know where he was mentally. For all the ditties she hoped he would have the right mind to contact her some how. It was a long trip from there they were in Delta headquarters and the town she grew up in. One unwanted plain ride and a few hour drive later, her and her team were there.<br/>Not even getting set up like the rest were she wanted to got to the police station get the official reports first. This was nothing out of the ordinary for her, her men knew she was a lot of work not a lot of down time. As the Johanna walked down the road memories filled her head both good and bad the gods she just wanted to see him safe. Once she got there she put on her game face. "I'm here on government business." She spoke matter of fact brokering no argument if he had it bugged he's here the under tones of wear in her voice. after badge was verified, she was taken off to a room that was more "privet". "This is what just came in we'll get you the rest" the officer spoke before leaving her alone. After reading it she grind. "that's what I need."<br/><br/>As they gathered the information she was doing a sweep for bugs.<i>Come on Dawson I know you where's the bug? </i>She thought to herself as she moved searching not taking long to long to find what she knew was there. "Guardian angels back for you darling, she's praying for you. But I think we're all do for a confession. Don't you?"