Dean nodded to Mika reluctantly about taking their food to go.  He was thoroughly enjoying his food, but he also knew that they had a very small window to get to the guys outside.  So, he pushed his plate back, waiting for the boxes.  Once the boxes were in front of them on the table, he placed his burger in one, and the rest of his pie in the other on his side.

“We’ll get a break tonight at some point.  We’re unfortunately going to have to wait and see, I’m thinking.  I don’t want to use the towns people as bait, but the odds of this thing just being easy to find are slim.  It could be anyone in this town…”, he explained as he packed up his food, “And as far as the guys out there, we should definitely take the suited guy.  If he thinks we’re FBI and actually willing to listen to him, he may be an open book.”

He realized that he might have to be the heavy hand in this situation, but that she had to be the boss.  She looked a lot more professional, and not as young as he did.  If they were going to convince this poor man they were above the police officer he was speaking to, she would have to stand on the front lines, with Dean behind her for support.

He smiled, closing his boxes and stacking them up, before meeting her gaze again, “I’ll let you do the heavy lifting with him.  I’ll be there for incentive, if you need me, Agent Jett…”