Juvenile

Bronte got some very good footage of the man as he walked toward the truck.

Okay, you have your footage now, so let’s get out of here, we can keep the bushes between the house and us until we get to heavier cover and then scoot for home, besides a lot of their view is blocked by the truck and they’re going to be busy unloading.

No, just a few more minutes, I didn’t get a good shot of the driver because the door of the truck was in the way, and before I was focusing on the one that just came out.

You crazy fool.

It should be okay when that guy came out and got his bag he took no notice this way. He has no idea we are here.

I wouldn’t be so sure of that.

Stop it! I’m shaking as it is and you’re making it worse.

Kosta kept on insisting to get Bronte to leave, but she was adamant that she wanted to get some good footage of the driver.

But what about the warning.

He has to come out soon then I’ll go, I promise.

But the warning said to watch your back remember, it said the wind was heading to the West meaning you were facing the West like you are now―he stopped abruptly he had heard a slight sound behind him and he turned around quickly. Too late now.