He was predictable. Henrik watched him on the traffic cam thumbing a ride out of Moscow. He wasn't hiding. It should have been the first sign it was a trap. And Henrik was mildly aware of the possibility, but his blind revenge got in the way. He knew he wanted this kid dead and he was going to be the one to do it.
He got in his rental. And headed down the road hoping he saw the man he was looking for. It wasn't long before the man came into view on the road leaving Moscow. A bag slung over his shoulder and a hood pulled up around his head. He pulled over and he climbed in with little persuasion. He didn't appear to recognize him. Henrik smiled to himself as he kept his eye on the road.
Henrick asked, "What you hunting"
The kid smirked. "Whatever the game warden's don't catch me hunting."
Smart ass! "That's a bit dangerous."
"They have to catch me first."
He was a bit cocky. How was he going hunting without any rifles? Or cross bows or anything of the like. What was he think he was getting past the driver? Maybe he knew? No. Couldn't be. He hadn't seen him before he'd been wrapped up in the ball of lead he had created.
He couldn't remember him.
He got in his rental. And headed down the road hoping he saw the man he was looking for. It wasn't long before the man came into view on the road leaving Moscow. A bag slung over his shoulder and a hood pulled up around his head. He pulled over and he climbed in with little persuasion. He didn't appear to recognize him. Henrik smiled to himself as he kept his eye on the road.
Henrick asked, "What you hunting"
The kid smirked. "Whatever the game warden's don't catch me hunting."
Smart ass! "That's a bit dangerous."
"They have to catch me first."
He was a bit cocky. How was he going hunting without any rifles? Or cross bows or anything of the like. What was he think he was getting past the driver? Maybe he knew? No. Couldn't be. He hadn't seen him before he'd been wrapped up in the ball of lead he had created.
He couldn't remember him.