As the day progressed Jake spent his time overlooking the other members of the team coming to grips with their change of circumstance.  Although that was merely a side note of his self-given duty.  Jake remained in the base tuning and retuning his radio's frequency checking the common and emergency channels trying to locate the armies communications.  The purpose was simple, monitoring the changeover of guards and shift patterns the events of the day before would dictate that these would differ from usual.  Most of the day was soldiers taking status checks and arrest checks as they searched for witnesses or suspects, making short hand notes of changeovers and anything he felt could come in handy for future reference, after all they eventually needed to get out of the city and running into the army whilst doing so would not be beneficial for Jake or the others.

As the time passed no suspects were found, nor arrests made in connection with the attack.  Some supposed witnesses had been reported but whether they were faking or not would take longer to establish then it would for the team to get out of Timber.  There was the occasional quiet patch that would envelope as soldiers passed through the warehouse district, expanding their patrols to the less desirable areas such as the one they were hiding in.  Though their searches were only to try and catch people running about the outside as they seemed to fail at entering any of the warehouses, clever enough to not risk walking in on a team that had the previous day wiped out an entire outpost with seeming ease.

As the evening drew near Jake changed the frequency of his radio once more.  "7961, Jake Firesong... Overwatch report in how's traffic?"
"rein-... -rrived.. rea-.... -lay." Jake shook the hand radio as he sighed 
[i]'piece of crap electronics'[/i] "Bad feed, code number?" Jake kept his message short although they'd received his first message clear enough there was no telling when it could drop bad again.  "Ove-... -firms... -andby... -de... 151.. -peat... -num... 151."
"Code 151? Confirm if different."  Jake waited a few moments but no further communication was made in response.  Good news at least. something to pass on when the time was right.

Jake spent what little time there then was before the next brief waiting on frequency for his orders to withdraw.  Overwatch would receive the word before he would, Galbadia Gardens comm tech carried such a heavy delay that it made relaying via radio quicker.  However the order didn't come, no matter surely it'd be made mention of during the brief of the main teams next objectives... though when that time came that information was not spoke of.  The mercenary felt a small build up of stress as he came to realise he'd been had by the higher ups, this was no small incursion they had sent him on.  Jake reluctantly listened to the talk that was given before it was interrupted by 'Support team Bravo', "Just how many people is Balamb going to throw at this mission?" Jake muttered to himself careful to ensure he wasn't overheard.  Although another addition would make up for part of the losses, to some, like the higher ups, it really just a matter of numbers.