Watching them enter the restaurant, he quickly walked around the back of the building. He couldn’t be seen yet, that wasn’t the plan they’d agreed on.
Wow, this guy’s such a joke, he thought, eavesdropping on their conversation.
Once they had settled into the back of the dry-storage room, he found a quiet corner under the drive-thru window to sleep for the night. The bright light from the moon enabled him to take an impromptu inventory of his backpack.
Flashlight, batteries, spare belt, gloves, baggies. All looks good so far, he thought, looking through the contents of the outer pockets.