Ben, Patrick and Fred impatiently sat edged on as they waited endlessly in the car for Mya. Fred glanced through the car's window, examining the dense cloud coupled with the howling wind and the streaks of lightening which enveloped the hard- driving rain.
It was actually raining cat and dog with basically no sign of ending soon, which made the penetrating cold weather unbearable. He huffed, brushing his palms together.
" How long are we gonna keep watch over here– I'm actually freezing dead over here ".
He winced which made Patrick instinctively elude to prevent any further clash of words with Ben again.
" As long as she comes out, Fred. Don't just act like you're not aware of the outcome of this mission if we fail – just think for once".