She managed to slip out of sight again. Conda slowed down and leaned against the house. Sure, he could keep this up but it wasn't what Goose had really told him to do. Glancing at this watch, he noted the time and decided to just wait here. The front gate was in his sight so she couldn't leave the yard easily. The longer he waited, the more frustrated he became. A final glance at his watch showed that it had been two hours and forty-five minutes since the rest had left. He had seen the small cut on her cheek but it wasn't anything life threatening. The small stream of blood on his cheek had closed up as well. Shoving off from the wall, he started to walk back inside.<br/><br/>"Fuck this," he growled out. "Listen, Anna. I wus axed ta make shore ya were ok since Goose thoughtya weren't doing so hot. Obviously, y'all are fine. Damn, ya sure felt fine. Anyways, I'mma gonna go inside and wait fer Goose. I's spect that Goose'll be sad thatcha left after he's gone ta all dis hard work. Shore seems like y'all throwin' what he's done fer ya in his face."<br/><br/>With that, Conda stomped into the house and sat back down in the chair he had been using for the last  two hours. Grumbling about crazy bitches and idiot leaders, he resumed playing cards. He had left the front door unlocked just in case she decided to crawl back inside. It was getting cold again, especially with the wind starting to pick up as he came inside.