"That stupid bird only goes to a few places. We've figured out its pattern, so we'll definitely catch it next time."
They'd been observing this Hunting Falcon for a long time.
It wasn't doing anything else, just pacing back and forth between the places where the female birds were. It was frantic.
So even though they didn't catch it today, they could still get it later.
The man who fired the gun came to his senses and said hastily, "Right, boss! We can just catch it again. Even if she takes it to the police, they'll just release the bird."
"They release it, we catch it. It'll be ours sooner or later. Boss, you're the smart one."
"Smart your ass!"
The man with the pencil mustache slapped him.
The shooter ducked, muttering, "We have the same mom..."
The two of them quickly got their bearings and hurried back.
Their gear was still in their bags; they couldn't just leave it behind.
Meanwhile, after nightfall, Doniya kept looking back, but she never saw the motorcycle again.
