30.

                                    

                                          
Ryker's POV
I had worked all morning with officers to figure out who exactly had known about the location of the safe house prior to the attack. By the time Malone joined me I had nearly finished and the list had seventy plus names on it.
It totaled at 77. Seventy seven people was a lot, especially when trying to investigate each one of them for aiding and abetting the enemy. 
However, real progress was made once I called our hacker. Liam hacked into the cameras near known Twisted Snake bases, and meeting points/potential meeting points that could be used. 
As I gave him the names, he ran facial recognition to sift through the data from the last two months. We narrowed the list down to thirty five people in total.
I was sure that some sightings were purely coincidental so I had him narrow the search to multiple sightings. This slimmed the results down to seventeen people. 
I then instructed him to hack their phone records and place taps on their phones so that we could receive any calls that they did.
So that's all we did. All afternoon. We sorted through calls starting with the one that system flagged as most suspicious to the least suspicious. 
We were interrupted several times by incoming phone calls on the taps, which we stopped and listened to. I was able to eliminate 5 of the seventeen, leaving us with twelve. Malone focused on seven people that he felt we should investigate closer. 
Malone started getting hungry so he grabbed our lunch and brought it back to us.
I didn't leave the office all day long. By the time I was done, my head was throbbing and the numbers and words no longer made sense on the page.
I was able to get a shower finally. I usually would've rushed and went to bed, but I wanted to savor this moment.
After a long hot shower, I throw on a pair of sweats and flop down on the bed. My eyes close as soon as the sheet settled around me. 
....
I woke on instinct. Something wasn't right. A glance at my phone told me at was 1 am. 
I listened for movement from Amira, since it was she who woke me last night. Fortunately or unfortunately though, I heard no noises from our shared wall.
My brain screamed at me to be quiet while I stealthily pulled open the bedside table drawer and wrapped my fingers around the butt of my pistol.
I had placed it here in case the opportunity to use it arrived.  
I slide my weapon under the covers and pretend to be asleep. 
The door creaks open and I sit up, blinking rapidly as if I had just woken. 
Amira stands there nervously and I hide my surprise. I hadn't heard her movement at all. 
There's only one reason she could be here. "Nightmare?", I ask.
"Yea. Something like that."
My expression softens. "Come here, sweet girl."
As she walks carefully through the medbay, with her eyes on the ground, watching her step, I slide the gun quickly between the mattress and box springs.