It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
Flying was not a few thing to him then again he can’t fly but only glide on wind cycles that allows him to fly around, but a flying machine like this was a completely new thing to him. “Holy…what kind of bike is this?!” There was no fear in his voice as the police car lost their trail, growing smaller as they glided on. Oh man Lex was going to have a field day if he find out about this!
The bike soared high above the busy streets below, gliding effortlessly over buildings and busy streets. “The kind that mystifies onlookers, that’s what.” The wolf gave a laugh and turned to look down at the ground below, where a fair few people had stopped for a moment to witness the flying motorcycle sail on overhead. This being NYC of course, the people didn’t give them much thought and simply reckoned it was part of some promotional stunt.
This was still kind of breathtaking to see since he has never seen a machine luke this could fly. This couldn’t last though since he needed to get to the garage. “Theres a clear spot right there. We should land right around there that would get us to the garage.” He started looked at the controls on the bike.
“How do we land this thing?”
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