Six hours. Six, rain-soaked, mud-drenched, bug-ridden hours. This plan was carefully thought out, and Adrian knew it might take a while before something of value showed itself, but six whole hours?<br/>It had been raining ever since nightfall, and lying nigh motionless in the tall grass while the thick drops poured down on everything above the now drenched earth was not something he considered a good time.<br/><br/>All the precautions Adrian had taken would make sure that his prey did not spot him before it was too late. He was careful, and this situation was not one he had any interest of repeating. It was one thing to go this far to get what he wanted, though another completely to have to repeat it upon failure.<br/><br/>The but-end of his rifle had caused an uncomfortable ache in his shoulder for a while now, but moving and relaxing his shoulder might well give away his position. He hadn't taken all those rifle lessons for nothing, and now that he had taken the time to make his mother's roserade perfume both his clothing and his rifle, he would seem like nothing more than a big flowery, and muddy, rock in the tall grass. The sedative darts he had loaded would allow him to take just about any fair sized creature down, though watching and waiting, he had seen none worth his interest yet.<br/><br/>A slow and careful sigh was all the warning his prey would get, he was trying to calm down again after winding up about the seeming futility of this trip, his heartbeat lowering to avoid any possible chance of detection. He was likely overreacting, almost paranoid. But that was his nature. When doing something, do it right, or not at all. His train of thought cut short, his eyes squinted to try and see through the rain and empty darkness. Was that his prey? Finally a pokemon worth his attention?