Lone Wolf and Cub
On a high place, overlooking. Approximately three hours until sunrise. Three and a half. The winds can be strong enough to knock you down at this height. They whistle between thin mountains, between us. Warm summer tidings lapping at the end of her hooded cloak. She's trying to keep it steady. She's not used to it yet. We've only sat here for twenty-six minutes and already she is complaining. "This is the job. I told you." "But don't you think we're wastin time?" "No. You know the plan. You know why we're here." "I know what you said..." I turn and look at her. She begins to wilt. "... I--I just think we could be doing other things..." I look away and back to the target area below. "I mean, there has to be people who need our help out there. Aren't we ignoring them?" "We are helping. Keep your scope on the entrance." A man exits the door we've been watching. Two others ...