A picture paints … well, as many words as you like. For instance:
I was sitting back taking in the last of the afternoon sun, despite the fact it was only 15 degrees. It was debatable whether it was a haze or low clouds that were beginning to obscure the mountains, and would no doubt obscure the building on the other side of the lake, where our target was hiding out.
Joe, lying flat on the rock next to me was watching him through high powered binoculars.
Thinking he was in an invulnerable position, our target had made the mistake of coming out into the open, not realizing that it was possible to see him from where we were.
I’d thought that too until Joe informed me otherwise. And had the photographic proof to go with it.
Now, all we had to do was get there without him knowing we were coming. Logistical was still working on it, a para drop, overland, or through the mountains.
I didn’t like any of the options, but my suggestion of going in by submarine had fallen, unsurprisingly, on deaf ears.
As for now, all we could do was wait.