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"Move it kiddos," he eyed the kids from behind like a hawk did to its prey.

The night was cold, and leaves were leaving the safety of the trees, to intertwine with the breeze as they were falling until they touched the cold, harsh ground.

"Don't be so harsh with them William," the man with the torch turned his head but kept walking at the same pace.

"I want to do this job as fast as possible, we were paid quite the amount for two kids," he spat at the closest tree to his side but missed.

"Willy, you are going to scare them," he kneeled down and looked strayed into the light eyes of the boy. "Don't worry..."

"Samuel," the boy said, as he held his sister warm hand inside his. "My name is Samuel."

"Well, Samuel you don't need to worry about anything," the blonde man said. 

"Don't lie to him Rupert," William lent his back to the nearest tree as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Rupert shook his head as he put an arm on top of Samuel's shoulder and raised. "Let's just continue."

Suddenly, the little girl sneezed. "Sammy, I want to go back to uncle Johnathan."

Samuel looked at his little sister and said. "Uncle John said we had to follow the men."

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