12.00pm
The rain was pelting down against the windscreen so heavily that the four men had turned to the monitors in order to get a sense of what was going on outside. Which, as it turned out. Was still nothing.
Buck sat back and looked at his watch before stretching, and giving a long yawn.
"You know," he pointed out thoughtfully, "For an international arms dealer, he appears to spend very little time doing anything."
Ezra sighed and spun his empty coffee cup on the desk. JD was pushed back in his chair, eyes closed, arms folded across his chest. Vin took off the headphones and set them down on the desk, rubbing at his eyes with a weary hand.
"Chris is gonna be pissed when we tell him we sat here all day and didn't see a thing." Buck continued, drumming his fingers on his chest.
Ezra turned to look at his associate,
"The day is still young Buck. Hope is not lost."
Vin smirked at the optimistic Southerner and shook his head,
"Buck's right," he surmised with a grin, "Chris'll be pissed."
Ezra sighed. Beside them, JD woke, and looked about the van bleary eyed. He peered at Vin,
"Anything?" there was a note of hope in his voice. Vin shook his head,
"Not yet."
The youngest member's shoulders drooped.
"Chris'll be pissed," Buck added helpfully.
JD sat up and sighed, "Yeah."
Ezra threw his eyes skywards silently but said nothing.
Silence settled over the van.
Ezra peered out of the front windscreen at the rain and sighed deeply.
"Tears of the Gods," he muttered. Everyone turned to look at him,
"Huh?" JD phrased for them all.
Ezra nodded at the window, "The rain Mr. Dunne. Tears of the Gods,"
JD grinned, "Oh yeah, why're they crying?"
Ezra smirked, unable to help himself, "Maybe they've seen your haircut."
To everyone's surprise, JD didn't rise to the bait.
"Or else your dry-cleaning bill."
Ezra's smile faltered, and he sighed and checked his watch.