Cleo Yates’ POV
I woke up to the sound of the door to the study clicking open. I glanced at my watch, it was 5am. I must have fallen asleep while looking through the belongings that we had recovered from the caves.
“I did provide you with a bedroom for your stay, you don’t need to sleep at my desk.” Tina said.
I looked up at her, my eyes were still blurry from my nap. She walked over to the desk I was sitting at carrying two cups of coffee.
“I didn’t realise I was so tired.” I replied.
“Ok as long as you don’t feel as though you are being forced into it. Have you found out anything?” she asked.
“Nothing useful. It is clear that someone is providing them with funding and resources but unless I can access one of these phones I don’t think I will be able to work out who.” I said.
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