I smirked as I saw Frankie leave to slash the tyres on English's bike. I hadn't intended on letting her leave. Her bike could be broken down for parts and we could enjoy the owner for a while, and after seeing the tyres get slashed, I could tell Frankie had a similar idea. Besides, even if she did try to escape, where would she go? We'd catch up in seconds, especially the bigger bikes.<br/><br/>I turned my head towards the bathroom door to see Pat leaving the bathroom. I could tell by the look on her face the fun she'd just had with Amy.<br/><br/>"Hey Pat! English here was just telling us about how she got that flat tyre on her bike. Weren't you, English?" I smiled nastily at the bitch as I patted her on the shoulder. My hand was covered in grease from the repairs I did to my bike earlier, and it was leaving nice black hand prints all over the shoulder. She seemed good at digging herself deeper whenever she opened her mouth and I was more than happy to make things worse for her.