Double Kill!
"Looks like he ran away," said an old man in cardigans and golf attire as he stepped out from within a wide and solid tree trunk, his voice tinged with mild disappointment. "I thought I could snag him when he came for Bryan's cores. But he was too cautious for someone so young. Maybe this wasn't his first time."
"Yes, dear. It seems this time we've run into one that knows the hunters' tricks," replied an old woman dressed in Victorian attire, layered under a cardigan, with a shawl draped over her shoulders and a bonnet perched neatly on her head. She stepped out from the same tree trunk, her movements deliberate. With an almost casual air, she thrust her hand into the solid bark and pulled out a polished wooden walking stick. Linking her arm with the old man's, the pair began strolling toward the ambush site, their demeanor was too casual almost like an elderly couple out for a leisurely walk in the park.