Hal spotted a teen girl moving quickly for the door carrying a familiar backpack. It had the same tear on the strap Sam's had. This was something he felt comfortable dealing with.
He took two long strides and snagged the bag's carrying loop, tugging it from her grip.
"What the f**k! Give that back!" she screamed at him in full attack mode.
He just stood quietly, watching her eyes.
"I said, give me my bag, asshole!" Her volume was going up, hoping to intimidate him.
"What's going on here?" A deep voice boomed from behind Hal.
"This piece of s**t is stealing my bag!" the young girl shrieked, clearly upset that her technique was failing to move him.
The manager moved to stand between Hal and the teen. "Is that true? Did you take her bag?"
"No."
"FUCKER'S LYING! GIMME MY BAG!" she scr
