And how lucky he was to not be missing this. With a balcony - or rather, rooftop - view no less.
While Indy put the beginning touches of her plan in motion, Mason let his scope wander. To the windows, to the neighboring building, to the empty street. The latter wasn’t so much empty now. A pair of meatbags slowly shuffled into view at the end of the street. They weren’t looking in the right direction, though, so they were of little to no concern. The girl wouldn’t make a loud ruckus to draw their attention.
Or would she? Unless that was part of the plan. He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure on anything. That was her call. Mason wasn’t going to reveal his position until he had absolutely no other choice in the matter.
Back to the building. Figures were standing at the windows now, peering out. On the upper floor, Mason could catch the barest hint of a shouting match going on. Maybe discussing how to deal with whoever was outside their building. Maybe arguing over something mundane like who was allowed to use the shitter first.
With slow, steady movements, he set his rifle down on the ground and ducked down to where he could just see over the side of the roof. They would be searching for others around the area.