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Just south of the Harbor Point area of Goth Haven, there is a more industrialized waterfront area of the city. There are various warehouses, shipping docks, etc. It's one of the major commerce of the city & currently is the scene of chase scene. "Hey!" "Hey!" "Stop!" "Hey, you: Stop!" came a voice. That voice belonged to Ham-Boy. He wasn't looking for this guy, he was doing his normal patrol of city. He was just driving around on the Ham-Scooter, his cherry red vespa when his Ham-Sense went off. He pulled over & began to search the area what cause it to alert of danger in the 4 block radius of him. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for: a guy was trying to highjack a car. After announcing his precess & dogging a few bullets, the chase began. It was going alright but then after climbing over a fence or two, they were joined by a someone else in the chase: a doberman pincer. Since Ham-Boy was the second man in this chase, he was the one with a greater chance of getting bit. Plus, smelling like various meats products didn't help any. Trying to keep up with the guy & keeping ahead of the dog was making it hard for him to concentrate on his powers. He knew if he could use his Meat Vision to produce something to slow down they guy he could get him to stop. But what? The dog literally bitting at his heels didn't help him think any. Either He slowed down or the dog sped up because it leaped up grabbed a hold of Ham-Boy's arm. This caused him to stop his pursuit of the criminal to focus on keeping his own arm. As he wrestled with the dog over the ownership of his arm, he could see the guy run out of sight. He also think he saw the guy smiling. But he had more pressing thing to think about. "Let go!" "Let go, you stupid dog!" "I am not dinner!" After a few rough minutes of wrestling & Ham-Boy finally being able to make a small pile of T-Bone steaks appear, the dog let of his arm. While the dog had his feast, Ham-Boy slowly walked off. As he did, he looked at his arm. It was ok, the dog had ripped a few holes in his leather jacket & broke through to the skin. He bleed a bit but nothing to bad that it couldn't wait till later. Ham-Boy started to wonder around, he wanted to find that guy, get him to the Police somehow & then he could go back to his scooter so he could go home. After a couple blocks, he thinks he found him or rather the police had found him. Ham-Boy shambles over to where the police are. There are at least four cars & the media are also already there. About every satiation with a local news crew has a reporter out there. Ham-Boy starts to wonder how they all knew to be there but once he saw who all the reporters were crowded around he knew. He had lost his capture to Jet Starscream. Ham-Boy walked over to the gaggle of reporters to hear how Jet cause the guys. "Thank you. Thank you. It was really nothing. I was just flying over the area, on patrol like I do when I spotted this van." Ham-Boy noticed that the Van from earlier was there. The side door was ripped off & everyone from inside was in handcuffs being escorted to various police cars. "I flew down to see where they were going." He said with a cheesy smile. The reporters all laughed. "They had just stolen some electronics. After I stopped them & we had a minor skirmish I altered the police & you all the scene." "Jet! Jet!" a reporter said as they waved their arm back & forth to get Jet's attention. "Yes?" Jet asked. "What about the other man?" the tall, slender buxom blonde reporter asked. Ham-Boy looked around & saw the guy he was chasing was on the back bumper of an Ambulance. His shins were being wrapped with bandages. He was also scrapped & bruised elsewhere on his body like he had fallen down. "oh. Him. After was done with his friends, I went looking for him & saw him from the sky. So with a two quick shots with my laser vision & he was down." Jet said a sly smile. This caused more laughter fro the reporters. Ham-Boy found this odd. The few times he had be talked by by reporters they never thought anything he had said was worth laughing at or at laughing as hard as they were at Jet's comments. Later on, after surveying the scene & seeing he wasn't needed Ham-Boy had thoughts about leaving but stopped. "Hey!" came a voice in his direction. Ham-Boy turned to that direction. It was Jet, he flew over from direction of that buxom reporter. "Yes?" "I saw you were chasing down that guy & I wanted to say thanks." "Sure. No problem." "I always like out of town help." Jet said with a smile. "Out of town?" "Yeah." "I live here in Goth Haven." "You do?" Jet said. He had a look of shock on his face. "Yes. Why would you think I was from out of town?" "Well.. It was.. I thought…" Jet said stumbling over his own words. Ham-Boy thought it was kind of funny. "It's just I thought it was a Lair Legion thing: everyone who is part of the group lived in the Mansion. Right?" "They can. Most don't I think. But I'm not a member of the Lair Legion." "You aren't?" "No. I was member of their junior group." "Oh yeah. I heard they had one of those. How's that going?" "Ok. But I graduated from the program." There was pause in the conversation, Jet was looking around at the other people. A few seconds later, He then noticed that Ham-Boy had stopped talking. "What was that?" "I said I graduated from the program." "So, It was a class or something?" "Yes." "So, is it something anyone can join or do you have to be asked?" "I'm not sure. I was asked & think most of the others were. But we were the first class." "Cool." Jet said only half heartily & a bit distracted. Ham-Boy could tell that he wanted to talk to other people now. "So…" Jet said with a audible pause. "I'll see you around?" "I guess so." Ham-Boy said as Jet lifted up off the ground. He wasn't sure if Jet even heard his reply. Once Jet was off talking to other people & Ham-Boy saw that no one else wanted to talk to him, he walked off to find his scooter. He wasn't exactly sure where he had left it but it was somewhere. | ||||
