Carl Lyons/Gary Manning
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Carl watched them through the binoculars, panning back and forth very slowly, making sure he made out every detail. He was certain he couldn't be seen from where he was situated, but he didn't want to risk alerting his target with any sudden movement.
He did have to shift, slightly, where he was lying on the ground. He hadn't been able to fully clear the spot to lay down behind the thick vegetation, and he'd been lying on a twig for nearly twenty minutes. Personal comfort wasn't a concern -- the mission came first, and avoiding detection meant enduring whatever he had to.
He watched closely, taking in every detail, memorising each and every thing he could see. Including the middle finger now aimed in his direction. Carl grinned, and pushed himself to his feet, letting his binoculars dangle from the strap around his neck.
"Peeping Tom now, are we?" Manning asked.
Carl grinned. "Practising my surveillance skills." He looked Gary up and down, appreciably.
Gary was wearing only a pair of running shorts, and tennis shoes. Carl thought about how long it would take to get rid of the shorts.
Probably not very long, from the looks of things. The shorts didn't leave much -- anything -- to the imagination.
liannebCarl watched them through the binoculars, panning back and forth very slowly, making sure he made out every detail. He was certain he couldn't be seen from where he was situated, but he didn't want to risk alerting his target with any sudden movement.
He did have to shift, slightly, where he was lying on the ground. He hadn't been able to fully clear the spot to lay down behind the thick vegetation, and he'd been lying on a twig for nearly twenty minutes. Personal comfort wasn't a concern -- the mission came first, and avoiding detection meant enduring whatever he had to.
He watched closely, taking in every detail, memorising each and every thing he could see. Including the middle finger now aimed in his direction. Carl grinned, and pushed himself to his feet, letting his binoculars dangle from the strap around his neck.
"Peeping Tom now, are we?" Manning asked.
Carl grinned. "Practising my surveillance skills." He looked Gary up and down, appreciably.
Gary was wearing only a pair of running shorts, and tennis shoes. Carl thought about how long it would take to get rid of the shorts.
Probably not very long, from the looks of things. The shorts didn't leave much -- anything -- to the imagination.