Chapter 5: The Honest Man's Counterattack, Simple Yet Effective
Chapter 5: The Honest Man's Counterattack, Simple Yet Effective
Amid the heavy snowfall, a chilling howl broke through the silence.
Several North American coyotes emerged from the opposite side of the mountain, their eyes fixed warily on the two-legged intruders.
Hawk let the snow settle on his shoulders as he crouched behind a boulder, observing the approaching figures. Only three men had come—far better than the worst-case scenario he had anticipated.
He flexed his fingers slightly, ensuring his hand wouldn't cramp from the cold or dampness of the snow, and prepared to strike as the group drew nearer.
The white man in the lead wiped snow from his eyebrows, following the footprints up ahead. He spotted a hint of black atop a boulder—a hat—and signaled to the Black man, pointing towards the object.
The Black man grinned, his white teeth flashing, and murmured, “You go around and cut him off.”
The white man began circling forward. The Black man advanced cautiously, while Freddy trailed behind at a distance of seven or eight meters, staying behind cover.
The trio moved carefully. This was America, after all—there was no telling if their quarry was armed.