Who done it and dinner plans

The bunker was buzzing with excitement when we got back. I felt guilty for having such little intel, though that didn't seem to make a difference. They were more excited about what we did and how we felt on our first mission.
"Okay," Henry leaned back on the kitchen counter. "Tell us everything." My body screamed with exhaustion. We didn't make it back to the bunker until lunch and I felt like I could barely open my eyes.
"No." Mr. Gold was already in the room. "They will not be disturbed today, I need them this evening. We can go over everything tomorrow morning."

Bryson and I followed Mr. Gold like zombies back to his office. There was the usual single chair across from his well-worn office chair. I took the seat and Bryson sat on the armrest.
"Your orders are to be followed exactly, do you understand?" We nodded. This was something I felt I might need a pen and paper for, just in case. "You will talk to no one about the mission. I want you to both compile notes on the event, we will go over them in tomorrow's meeting which will start at 0700 sharp." We nodded again. "After that get some rest. You both have earned it." The order to rest will not be ignored.

We were dismissed and Bryson jumped up. We both slept awful so I'm sure the soon he was done, the soon he went the bed. A strange thought popped into my head, someone I hadn't thought about in a while.
"Oh, hey, Mr. G?" I leaned on the door frame.
"Yes, Lawrence."
"Who or better yet, where is Harry?" He tossed me a sideways smile.
"I'm surprised you remember him or haven't asked sooner. Harry works our overnight store security. He also helps do odd and end jobs. His stepfather worked for us and we offered him a small part in respect to his stepfather."
"Oh, okay."
"You're observant Lawrence, always paying attention. Keep doing that. It can sometimes be the difference between knowing today and finding out tomorrow." I nodded.
"Thank you."

I knew pen and paper would not be able to hold all of the information I was holding on the event. I wrote down everything. I even contemplated writing when the bathroom breaks were. My word document was filled with everything I could remember, I want them to feel like they were there too. Any of this could be useful without us even knowing it yet. I also suspected Bryson's notes wouldn't be nearly as thorough.

After I was done I peaked out across the hall. Bryson's door was closed and there wasn't light underneath. I assumed he was asleep already. It wasn't quite time for dinner yet but my mind couldn't stay awake much longer. I tiptoed my way to the kitchen.

Joe had just started cooking and wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.
"Hey, Joe?" He nearly jumped 10 feet in the air.
"Good lord, Lawrence! You nearly scared me to death."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"What are you doing sneaking around?"
"I'm not. I just am hungry. We are supposed to be resting after we finished our assignment but I'm starving. You don't even have to make me anything, I will do it myself or whatever. I just wanted food." He smiled.
"I'll make you a grilled cheese with some potato salad on the side, okay?" I nodded and sat down at the table.
"Thank you."

He placed the plate in front of me, I was too hungry to even go back to my room and eat. Instead, I scarfed down the food in a few minutes, put the plate in the dishwasher, and headed back to my room. Now I could finally rest.

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When my alarm went off, I swear my eyes had only been close for 10 minutes. I felt a lot better today than I did yesterday but that didn't solve how tired I still was. Unfortunately, I think it was still going to take me another day to recuperate.

Bryson looked much more put together this morning, maybe even cheery.
"Good morning." He smiled at me as we talked to breakfast.
"Someone's feeling good."
"I slept for over 12 hours, Lawrence. I feel great."
"That's good."
"I'm starving though."
"Me too."

Most of us are in silence. 6:30 breakfasts were rough. You didn't wake up at 6:30, no. Most of them woke up around 5. Bryson and I were lucky to be in the bunker. I myself still woke up at 6.

The first hour and a half of the meeting were Bryson and I going over all our notes of the party. Like I suspected, I had much more down than he had. His notes were more general, blanket statement of what happened, mine were the fine details of everything.

After we finished the nights' synopsis, the floor was open for questions.
"What do we know about Therman, the guy Bryson recognized at the party?"
"Uh," Joe scrolled through his notes. "He grew up there, went to college in Brooksbend." That's where Bryson was from. "Good GPA in both high school and college. He graduated top of his class in both places. Married and divorced. No kids. Good job as a project manager for some big company out there." Joe scrolled down the list of information like he was reading an ingredient list. "Never been arrested."
"He seems squeaky clean." Henry pointed out.
"You don't scrub extra hard if you aren't dirty." I tapped my pen on the table.
"I agree with Lawrence, Roy Therman is a person of interest. Who else?" Mr. Gold carried on the discussion.

We deliberated for another hour or two. The board was filled with every name of every person at the part and it was split between suspects and people who were cleared.

The entity of the meeting was almost 4 hours. It was now almost lunch, Joe jumped from working on notes to cooking for everyone. Bryson glanced at his phone throughout the meeting. That was odd, normally he gave his undivided attention.
"Oh, Mr. G?" He piped up. Mr. Gold stopped and looked at us. "Uh, my mom wants Lawrence and I over for dinner soon." I could feel his leg bouncing under the table.
"Alright. Tonight works but you two must leave soon." Bryson nodded and jumped up. What am I getting roped into?

Flipping through my closet I looked for something decent to wear. This was one of those times I'd call of Joe for help but his hands were pretty full at the moment. What do you wear to meet your work partners parent?

Finally I settled on a pair of jeans and nice t-shirt my mom made me take, "just in case". As Bryson claimed he liked, I took my hair down but kept a hair-tie on my wrist for good measure.

Bryson came into my room and sat on the bed. He was dressed like it was any other day. For his it was, this was someone he'd know all his life. I had an impression to make and a good one at that.
"Ready?" He asked.
"I suppose so."