This time I could've stood more boredom. We waited four hours, sitting in the back seat of Simon's car where the dark glass hid the number of occupants from the casual onlooker. Simon told me war stories in a quiet undertone, his eyes constantly moving from Ellison's truck, parked two blocks away but visible, and the target building where nothing was happening. Blair, next to me, fidgeted because he wasn't in the same car with his partner and couldn't tell what was happening, but he knew enough not to say anything. I was starting to feel glad that I hadn't taken Simon up on his offer of a double-tall coffee on takeout, when Simon's head snapped to the side and he glared out the window.
Some people have no timing at all.
I followed his glance. In the alley, across the street, stood a figure outlined only by the glare of the street light, and the flash of the light on a longsword. I do not have time for this. If I go out there, it'll blow the stakeout. Blair squinted at the shape, noticed a slight limp on one leg.