Meanwhile, Alisha, Ryan and Blane where pulling up to the gradge. They stopped their motorcycles infront of a scrapheap near the door. All took of their helmate. Alisha picked her way to the garadge carefully, trying to avoide the mess. "Hallo?" She called into the gradge. "Ah shhhh...." she began as she steped on a hubcap that 'jumped out at her'. Ryan and Blane where laughing at here. Jake poked his head out from around the corner, "Well speek of the devil!" Alisha's eyes widened and she jumped a 180, and landed ready to strike and a growl was deep in the throat, which also caused Blane and Ryan to laugh harder. "Whoa, take it easy Alisha," Jake said. "Sorry," Alisha sighed "that is not something good to say around me." Chance came around the corner, "Hey, it's that uh... Alisha girl we where talkin bout. I just ordered your part."
"Oh, ok, thanks." Alisha sighed and looked around both curiously and nerviously, "Man, It's been a while scence you two could clean up round here huh?" Chance rubbed the back of his grey head, "Yeah, we're gettin old. Who are you friends?"
Alisha looked behind her, "The surfer boy's Ryan, and the platnum one is Blane." Both of the boys stopped giggiling and glaired at her. Jake coughed, "So, you guys, ah, live in the underground?" Alisha tried not to make it obvious she was now a little scared and angery, she just glaired at him. "Every one lives there now, don't be afraide to tell," Jake said. Alisha eyed him, "If I did, I wouldn't trust you with the information. They could tourure you for the information." Chance laughed, "We used to be they."
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The boys behind Alisha had pulled their guns and locked them onto Jake and Chance. "Woah," Chance said as he and Jake threw there paws up. "That doesn't mean we'er in leauge wiith them, we where kicked out!" Jake explained. Blane yelled over, "That doesn't mean we trust you!" Alisha glanced behind her, then back to the old kats, "What he said."
Chance smirked and lowered his paws, "Now that you totaly gave yourselves away-" Blanne followed Chance with the barrel of his gun as Chance swayed slightly, "-We might as well call you three in." Jake looked at Chance wondering what he was saying. "Don't run, we can hunt you down, we know your names, we know your faces." Jake, still had his paws up, and was still wondering what Chance was doing. He opend his mouth to say something, but Chance caught him with a wink, "Slap the gate shut, will ya bud?" Jake reached over and pushed a button four inches from the door post. The gate to the scrap yard closed.