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.
“Damn it.” Chip frowned when he caught sight of the familiar flashing siren. “Can’t these guys stay off my ass for one night?“ He turned to the other and instructed him to take a nearby left and speed as quickly as he could. This time they were gonna escape on just their wheels. No fancy flying needed.
The gargoyle followed the others lead and sped off with him, nearly losing the cop car behind them. It was still following them, but they were pretty far behind to see their next move. “Where to next, Chip? We can’t shake them forever.”
Chip was trying to think where they could go so they wouldn’t be found. “I know. Let’s hide out at my place for a while. Follow me!“ Chip kicked his motorcycle into high hear and tore off down the street, hoping to leave the cops in their dust.
Didn’t need to tell him twice. The gargoyle kicked his bike into high gear as well and sped off behind chip, the cop car getting small and smaller away. Thankfully they did escape when they did bevause more cop cars just showed up. “Whew. I think we lost them.”
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