He's starting to get impatient. In the dark, when you're worried, time stretches and stretches away until everything feels like an eternity and disaster is imminent.

Tom checked his watch for the fourth time in five minutes, lurking in the shadows outside the dilapidated warehouse, canister of gas in one hand, fingers of the other trailing over his holstered gun.

He was jittery and he knew it - it was dangerous. Most likely, they didn't know enough. But...Mike would be coming soon, and they'd go in together. Which had to be a start.