Supernatural

Blueprints hung on various pegboards next to a work table. Tools were scattered about, piled next to what appeared to be weapons and incomplete modes of transportation. Computers and tablets were online, all of them with even more virtual ideas, some with notes scribbled next to them.

And, the area was big. For all she knew, it stretched across miles beneath the salvage yard.

"All this?" Callie couldn't stop looking at the endless piles strewn about the underground bunker.

"This is what I've been doing for the last six months." Jake rubbed the back of his neck. "But I'm not even close to finishing. I have all the material I need, but there's so much left to do."

Callie's eyes softened. "All this for..."

"I will get him back." Jake's determined expression didn't falter. "I made you a promise, and I'm keeping it."

The only sound for a while was the soft hum of the air conditioner above them. Callie then broke the silence after rubbing away at her eyes. "I'm going to help you."

Jake blinked, making sure he heard right. "I... What?"

"I'm going to help you," Callie repeated. "You have the material and the know-how, and I have the connections. We're going to get him back."