Laying in some bush on a random ass mountain definitely wasn't the most exciting pass-time. Allen looked into his scope once more, a sigh surpassing his lips -- still no sign of movement. Still no sign of life.

"How long have we been out here for, Al?" You asked, your throat dry. "Eighteen-plus?"

Allen let out a quiet groan as he moved to look at his watch. He sounded a little strained as he answered, "Twenty."