Ploy - II
Few minutes ago.
Nick found himself once again in a difficult situation, hiding slightly away from a group of people. He desperately wanted to escape but was afraid of alerting them since it was the least group that he ever wanted to cross paths with.
"Cary, how's everything going?" one person in the group asked.
"Everything is looking fine now," another voice responded.
Nick concealed himself behind a corner, where two individuals were engaged in hushed conversation, yet he could still hear them.
'W-Why is that person here!?!?' Nick recognized the voice all too well. It belonged to the person they despised the most, Peter Camson.
The only thing on Nick's mind right now was how to get out of there safely. But he knew that if he made a run for it, he would be caught and likely killed by them.
"I have high hopes, Cary," Peter said with a sinister smile as he patted Cary's back. "Don't mess this up."