It was pouring rain as they ran behind the garden hedges, ducking the security that Vee knew had passed less than thirty seconds before. It hadn't rained since her arrival in Venezuela, but it sure as hell was raining like some kind of vengeance water apocalypse now. Vee wasn't sure if it was a good thing because the rain would provide cover, or if they were likely to drown before she accomplished her mission. She also worried about the helicopter being able to land.
"I don't think I could possibly be any wetter," Raina complained from beside her, swiping at her glasses in an attempt to clear the water.
Vee agreed. They were both dressed in dark clothes, hats pulled low over pale faces. They weren't wearing any kind of rain gear. Vee's shoes sent up a shower of water from the grass with every footfall.