Dakota and I drove to the cabin, leaving my father alone to deal with the spray paint issue. I hated to leave him alone to deal with it, but knew that if he needed help, he would call another officer. But out of everything that he had been dealing with lately, this was probably the most minor.
When we pulled to a stop in front of the cabin a few minutes later, Mark headed over to us carrying two tranquilizer guns.
"Hey," Mark said, handing me a gun first, and then he handed another to Dakota. "I'm glad you're here. Jessica, I want you and Dakota to man the tranquilizer guns tonight. You two haven't manned them yet and it'll give the others a break." He sighed, handing Dakota a box of syringes for the tranquilizer guns.
I nodded. "Not a problem. Can you show me how to work it?"
