Sneaky Sneak

As the man took his leave from the area with the girl slung over his shoulder, he quietly tiptoed away from his spot in the bushes, beginning to follow behind the man from a safe distance.

…This is such a risky plan! I really didn't give this much thought, did I? He thought.

While trailing behind the scruffy-bearded man, he listened in as Oswell talked to himself, or rather, spoke to the unconscious girl who couldn't hear him.

"Guess it doesn't hurt to say it now, but it was always going to go down like this–payment or no payment," Oswell said with a smile, "I have a quota to fill. My customers are pretty impatient, you know? Those coins were just the cherry on top."

It was disgusting to hear, but it hardly surprised the boy as he listened in from several meters behind, keeping himself tucked near the walls, slowly moving every so often.