"Old Zhou, in this icy and snowy weather, where are you taking me?"
Abel Compton pointed towards a distant valley, "Carson Flores and an old man are hiding in a cave in that valley, all secretive. No idea what they're up to, but the two of us, one will hold off the old man while the other slays Carson Flores, then we join forces to assault the old man, kill him, and take what they have in their hands."
Grady Goodwin didn't think much of it, after all, he was no less capable than Abel Compton. He wouldn't think that Abel intended to kill him.
With valuable loot in hand, one might guard against the other biting back, but they hadn't got the loot yet, had they?
The two walked a bit further and, upon reaching the mouth of the valley, Abel Compton lay down to peer through, then moved aside, "Old Grady, take a look."
Grady Goodwin shifted to the valley's mouth, sticking his head out to look, but saw nothing.
"What the..."
