He crouches on top of the concrete of the fountain and stares down, cracking his neck from side to side as he closes his eyes and places himself back in the zone he slips into before he takes a shot. He evens out his breathing until it's slow and steady, inhaling deeply to store up his oxygen reserves.

Then, he slides down into the water, turning to hold on. Another three breaths and he holds his breath before turning to kick down against what feels like a current. Thirty seconds gets him halfway, struggling to kick harder than before. At a minute, he's at the bottom, but his hands slide over concrete and nothing else. No opening, no door, no handle. There's nothing here.

Cougar stays for another minute before letting the current take him back up, spitting out water when he surfaces and yanking himself out of the water as he mutters frustrated profanities under his breath. "Nothing," he spits out, dragging a hand through his sopping wet hair.