"Anthony, do you think those nasty Predators will show up? After all, we've played them for fools with this communicator several times," Sandra softly asked, perched in a tree, observing the stillness around her.
Anthony took out the communicator, showing seven red dots approaching the one representing him: "See? Those greedy Predators just can't pass up a chance to hunt us down; otherwise, they wouldn't be Predators."
"Are you sure you can handle these people with these traps? There are seven of them. If not, let's run first and leave them to their fate here," Sandra still lacked confidence in the current traps.
Anthony patted Sandra's back: "Don't worry, I can handle it. Now we just need to kick back and enjoy the show."
As evening drew near, the sounds of footsteps and complaints gr
