Patrolling and boredom.

The hours drag by ever so very slowly. You check your phone: 2:18. A breeze has picked up; the frozen chill gnaws at your face. Your blonde-haired, blue-eyed partner and yourself have passed the time making idle chit-chat.

The two of you lay perched atop one of the taller buildings on the facility's west side. You peer through your binoculars occasionally. Again you scan the surroundings, finding that nothing has changed from the last time you did. Your heart skips a beat as a warm body hudles up against your own, caught off guard.

"What the fuck!?" You exclaim, heart still pounding out of your chest. She giggles.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," she says, "but I was feeling a little chilly and thought you might... help me warm up?" Her fingers interlace with yours, a compassionate glow spreading from her hands to your own.