Written for the prompt : The Losers, Jensen & Cougar, ...and the sky just opened and the rain came down.
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Passing the Time
It wasn't often they found themselves like this, both perched on a rooftop acting as surveillance. Cougar is silent, laid on his front watching the street below, nothing unusual in that.
Jensen is beside him, back against the side of the building's lift shaft, knees up in front of him to help balance his laptop as he stares intently at the screen, keeping track of the video surveillance inside the building. He's quiet for once in deference to the situation, not silent because Cougar strongly suspects that Jensen doesn't really know the meaning of the word or at least not in any active sense. It doesn't matter anyway, Jensen's not noisy enough to draw attention to them and he's used to tuning out the nonsense without missing the stuff he needs to know. He's had plenty of time to practise, not just close up like this, but over the comms as well.
Jensen's the first to react to the spots of rain. Mind you, Cougar's used to just ignoring stuff like that as well. Jensen's moving as the first spots hit his laptop and he's already pulling covers out of his backpack with one hand as he sets his laptop down with the other.
He's got the laptop covered in a piece of plastic sheeting first before he moves to Cougar's backpack and pulls out his all weather gear so the sniper doesn't need to take his eyes off the street. Cougar hates it, he feels smothered and it makes him sweat in this heat, but he knows Jensen's right. There's no telling how long this next downpour will last, because that's what it'll be. It's rainy season, horrible tacky hot heat, interspersed with torrential rainfall that does nothing to lower the temperature at all but comes down violent and vicious so that you're soaked through to the skin in the first minute or two.
He then moves back to his laptop, pulling his own gear over himself and burrowing under it dragging his laptop to safety with him. The last thing Cougar hears before the deluge hits loud and incessant is Jensen muttering imprecations to weather gods interspersed with pleas for the rain to stop before it fritzes something – probably his laptop, but it might have been his brain, Cougar isn't sure which, but figures they're near enough the same thing in Jensen that he sends his own silent plea to the same gods.