Brendon smashed the glass of the store display and reached out to get the small leather handbag that was sitting on the mannequin. Spencer turned around to see Brendon clutching the bag and his bat. "Seriously...the hell's wrong with you people?" Spencer said as the sound of Brendon's heels click onto the concrete road echoed around the group. Brendon rolled his eyes. "We're bad guys! It's what we do!"