"Should be closing time already." The twelve-year-old boy whispered, teeth clenched in anticipation. His tanned skin hid him well in the dark night, though his blonde hair made him slightly more visible. "You sure you saw him go in?"
"Yes, Captain Lee. He's there, I promise." The second boy's voice cracked nervously. Brown hair hung
over ragged clothes—mismatched shoes, patchy fabric that had seen better days.
Lee swept blonde strands from his eyes, grin widening. "He doesn't come out in the next minute, you're taking his place."
The boy said nothing, but his hidden expression trembled. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulders, and he nearly jumped
"Eek!"
"Poor Poro." The third boy spoke up—taller, skinnier, ginger hair catching what little light filtered through. "No hard feelings, okay? Just orders and—"
"SHHHHH—" Lee signalled louder than he probably should. "I see something…" He peaked further from behind the house.
