Bowers gang

Patrick and Henry were alone, leaning against the wall behind the abandoned building. The silence was heavy, broken only by the sound of a can rolling across the ground as Patrick listlessly kicked it. "This is boring," Patrick muttered, looking around with a crooked smile. "Always the same thing." Henry didn't answer right away. He was distracted, clutching the bat in his hands, with that dark look that made even Patrick nervous. A few feet away, hidden behind some bushes, she watched them. She shouldn't be there. She knew it. But curiosity got the better of her. She'd heard rumors about Bowers' gang and wanted to see if they were true. A branch creaked under his foot. Henry jerked his head up. "Did you hear that?" he said, his voice cold. Patrick smiled slowly. —Yes… someone was watching us. Before she could move, Henry took a few steps and yanked the bushes aside. She froze, her eyes wide. "Look what we have here," said Henry, leaning over to get a better look. "A spy." Patrick approached, amused. "Don't worry," she whispered. "Now you've seen us... and we've seen you." She swallowed hard, knowing that messing with the Bowers had been the worst possible mistake.