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.
Okay. Now these guys were regretting their decision, but we’re cursing at themselves for not shooting these freaks earlier! The one chip was holding was unconscious and the one Brooklyn had was held tight by his tail, struggling to get out, but to no anvil. “Lex! Go check on the people inside that building a see if they are okay! Well handle this.”
The small green gargoyle nodded and went into the apartment to see if the others were okay to his relief they were. It was a late middle aged couple that were tied up in their beds as their place looked ransacked.
Broadway came down next to his red rookery brother, checking him a bit. “You alright, Brooklyn? Did you get shot?” He asked as he glared at the fallen gun and crushed it so it was unfuntional then knocked the crook unconscious.
“Yeah I’m alright you big lug. Nothing too it.” He smiled and realized that chip was here so it was now time for introductions. “Chip. This is one of my rookery brothers, Broadyway.”
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