They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes.
They looked rather unkempt in distressed denims, straggly hair and unwashed/unshaven faces but carried the latest devices. They spread out to different spots and remained busy on their equipment.
Seven hours later, the skies turned a dark grey with rumblings of thunder, and the villages below received the first raindrops after weeks of drought.
Up there, the guys congratulated each other on a mission executed successfully. They would now apply for venture capital funding.
To judge a book by its cover is often erroneous.