Go after Phyllis

"Sorry girls." Jack shook his head. "Not right now. Maybe later." The girls all looked disappointed. The other men at the station were either very old or really creepy and you must have seemed like a real catch.

"Why not?" The blonde one pouted.

"I need to go find someone." He said.

"That girl you came with?" The brunette asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Yeah. She should have been back by now. I think she might be in trouble." He sighed. "And it's my fault too. I need to go make sure she's okay."

"That is so romantic." The redhead sighed. "You're like a hero in a dime store novel." The girls all swooned and made dove-eyes at Jack. Jack coughed and shifted uncomfortably.

"If she doesn't work out for you, come back to us." The blonde said. "We would all be glad to have you as our man."

"Noble as it is," the large woman interrupted, "it still leaves one question. How the hell do you plan on doing it with an injured arm?"

"Good question." Jack said. "But I will find a way, trust me."

"God, I get wet just listening to him." The redhead sighs.

"Might I suggest finding something a little heavier duty than that pea-shooter of yours?" The large woman pointed to a shack. "Check it out."

Jack nodded and entered the small wooden hut. Sure enough, there was a variety of weapons at his disposal. Rifles, shotguns, even tomahawks were piled in the room as well as some boxes of ammo.