It had been an easy mission, easy enough that only Gaunt and Rawne had gone. They'd gotten to the bridge easily enough, placed the explosives, set the timers, and gotten away in plenty of time.

Then it began to rain. Hard, too, so hard they couldn't see anything but the rain in front of them. It soaked them instantly and chilled them to the bone. They were caught out on a plain, with no shelter to be found, until finally, they saw the silhouette of a house up ahead.

It was a farmhouse that had long been abandoned, but the roof was mostly intact, and the door opened after a brief struggle. Rawne closed the door after them and leaned against it, wet to the skin and panting with exertion.