Miller: *he thought to himself* might as well start... *Ad someone who works in the CIA, he needed evidence, so he pulled out his note pad and started jotting down things in his notepad as people walked by*
Miller: *he dropped his pencil and paper next to him and cupped his hands over his face* What do they expect me to do? The guys been missing for way too long, and it's my fault...
Miller: *he frowned, remembering he had forgotten his things, but he was already halfway around the block and it would be pointless to go all the way back, so he continued walking*