Armand wandered down the path back to the main road,  hands stuffed firmly in his pockets to help him resist the cold and the wind. About half way back to the road, a tan colored Bronco with emergency lights attached to the top found him, illuminating the area with powerful flood lights. He opened the passenger door and collapsed in the seat, soaking in the warmth of the trucks heater. The driver backed up into the brush, directed the vehicle back to the road, and pulled out, headed home.<br/>"So she's clean then?" the bright eyed woman eyed him impatiently as she spoke. She wouldn't be happy regardless of the answer.<br/>"Yes, as far as i can tell, she's just an average human, running from her home. I didn't bother asking why, it's none of our business."<br/>Tamber huffed and dug into the accelerator, driving just above 80 on the narrow, slick roads.<br/><br/>The next day, Armand went through his usual morning ritual of waking up a couple hours early, taking a hot shower, check the news as he ate breakfast, turn on the truck early so it had time to get warm, put on his uniform, and eventually arrive at work where Tamber handed off the cell phone, and left to the small home they shared.<br/>After she had left, he took up the front desk, waiting for their new addition to their team. He put his feet up on the desk, leaning back into his chair, and relaxed as he flipped through a clipboard containing details regarding a few of the animals kept at the conservation.