WARNING! This chapter contains:
-mentioning of underaged drinking
-stalking
-smoking
10/28/54
"Two male, two female, one looks to be a child, injured, and the other three maybe adults or teenagers." The man spoke into his speaker, eyeing his targets from the roof he rested on.
His targets were a small party of four, they didn't seem like they posed a threat, but they were trespassing nevertheless.
A voice of one of the man's crew member's spoke up from his walkie-talkie, "Do not approach by yourself, wait for backup."
"They seem harmless."
"We can't be sure of that. Don't do anything stupid and wait for us to get there."
The man on the roof stayed silent for a long while, then let out a gruff sigh, "Fine." With that, he set his walkie-talkie down beside him and pulled out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, which was half empty. He lit the end of it and stuck the cigarette in his mouth, making sure not to take his gaze off the gas station below and across the street from him, where the trespassers resided.
The man had been watching these strangers since they appeared the previous day, the youngest member of their group seemed to be injured, so he didn't immediately take action and let them be for the night. Though, when they all started drinking, that's when he realized they posed no threat.
They probably had some hangovers, too.
Poor them.
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