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.
All three of them nodded and started to climb the walls to get to higher ground and fly away. At least, that’s what Broadway and Lexington were goimg to do. Brooklyn needed to get to their bikes a few blocks back or so. The gargoyles had a quick exchange on where would they meet before they departed as the red gargoyle motioned the wolf man to follow as the sirens started to make noise in the distance.
Knowing just what to do, Chip hurried off after Brooklyn through the streets and alleys, keeping to the shadows. Before long they arrived in the alley they started at, and thankfully there stood his bike hidden beneath the tarp just as he had left it. He pulled the tarp off and stuffed it into his saddlebag before climbing onto his trusty ride.
Brooklyn got onto his, turned on the engine and drove off, just seconds before the police would turn the corner in seeing one of the thugs attempt to crawl out of the alleyway all weak like. Brooklyn would lead Chip a few miles or so away from the break in scene to an abandoned warehouse in which the other two gargoyles were waiting.
“Man, that was close wasn’t it?” Said the blue ish gargoyle, looking back to make sure no one spotted them once Brooklyn pulled inside.
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