Another voice replied back, deeper and calmer than the previous one. "Yeah, I know. We can't disappoint him now. He finally trusted us with this job. Don't screw it up, or else we're doomed."
Ryan frowned as he whispered under his breath, his heartbeat quickening. "Packets? Boss? What the hell are these two talking about? What kind of packets are they hiding? Is it cocaine?"
[Host, you're too loud; in this situation keep your voice low or else you might get caught.]
Ryan gave a quick nod as he shut his mouth up as he tried to make his way near the door and bit inside to take a better look at the stuff going on inside.
But before he could move any closer, a sudden pressure clamped down on his shoulder.
A voice, cold and heavy, spoke beside him. "You shouldn't be listening to this, fatty."
Ryan froze instantly, his stomach twisted with fear. He slowly turned around.
