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chapter 7) Henry Bowles being at your Group's base calling Dwz seeing on the map other communities to plunder is stealing their supplies.

Henry is sitting down in the passenger seat of his car after picking up a couple of plastic bags containing various items, such as flashlights, water bottles, and a small backpack. He had called his family earlier in the morning before heading out, informing them about the plans he'd made to go to his father's place. His father's house was located somewhere in the middle of a small town, far away from where the group currently resides and so he decided to drive over there. It's not long before he reaches his destination.

He stops his car beside the building and exits it hurriedly before stepping up to the front door and ringing the doorbell vigorously. The door swings open shortly later after he rings a third time. His sister, Anna, opens the door. She smiles upon seeing him standing in the middle of their street with plastic bags filled with items. As she approaches him, she leans down to pick up something from behind his back.

"What did you get?" She inquires curiously with a hint of surprise. "Did you steal something again?" Her tone is teasing, and he chuckles in response.

"No, not today..." He assures her. "I just picked them up on the way here."

"Oh, okay." Anna says, nodding her head as her smile drops a bit. "Well, thanks for coming home early. Dad will be glad you got everything," she tells him as she holds her hands against his arms and pulls herself into him. Her eyes are sparkling as he wraps his arms around his sister. A few seconds later, she breaks the embrace and starts walking backwards towards the house. "Come on, we'll talk later! I have a lot to tell you!"

"Okay," Henry says with a nod, looking toward his sister briefly. "Bye, Anna! Have fun at the party!" He calls out, waving at her as she disappears around the corner.

After watching Anna disappear behind a wall Henry turns around and walks into the house. Once inside, he heads straight to his father's office and knocks on the wooden frame that separates it from the rest of the house. When he hears footsteps from the other side of the door, he pushes it open and enters his father's office.

"Hi, dad," Henry greets his father quietly, making sure to not alert the others to his presence. He sets the plastic bag down on his father's desk before continuing, "How've you been?"

"Busy," his father answers, staring intensely at him as he sits behind his desk. He shifts uncomfortably under his gaze before taking a seat in one of the chairs across from his father's desk. "How was the trip? Any problems?"

"There wasn't really a problem," Henry begins. "We were able to take most of our supplies without incident, although I didn't bring a camera. And no, nothing major happened on the road. We were able to keep our identities low since most people in the area seem too distracted by what happened and what was happening."

"Good, good." Mr. Bowles comments. He clears his throat before he continues speaking. "So how is business? Did you sell some stuff in New York City?"

Henry nods his head with a smile. "Yeah, and yes. My buyers have already arrived," Henry responds, reaching into his bag to pull out a photo album. He places the photo album on the table, opening up to show his father his recent sales.

Mr. Bowles looks through the book for a few minutes before turning his attention onto his son. "I'm glad that you're back in school, son,"