Anan’s POV

…

The rain had trapped us since late afternoon.

The rock shelter was little more than a deep overhang in the cliff face, dry enough to keep the worst of the water out but open on one side to the storm. 

Wind drove sheets of rain across the entrance every few minutes while thunder rolled somewhere higher in the hills. 

We had finished the tracking work hours ago, leaving nothing to do but wait for the weather to break.

Jones had stayed behind at the secondary site with two other men, while the rest of us—six including me—sat on our packs and spare gear, listening to the rain...