A Dark black van screeched to a stop in front of tanks house before a bag was hurled at the patio. There was a loud crunch noise as the bag landed. The door on the van closed as it drove away before it was seen.
Tank sat at his computer, reading some headlines when he heard the thud. He rose a brow, glancing out the window. He stood, walking to the door and opening it. He saw the bag and grumbled. "Dumb kids." He grabbed the bag, carrying it inside.