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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
A/N: Well, second to the last chapter. After this, there will be ONE MORE CHAPTER, then a PWP featured at the adultfanfiction site only, due to intense scenes featuring something that was promised in the later chapters, and then a SHORT SEQUEL which acts more like an epilogue. You'll spot it. It'll be titles What is Meant to Be. Working on a different comic featuring Roberto and all the other originals, only different. Making them AU. Imagine that. I'm creating an AU verse for my own originals. Sigh. That will be posted on my livejournal, under the user name of kaltheinya unless I open a different account. Information will be posted on the kaltheinya user's journal if anything changes. Give it a chance. And no, not working on the other fics until this sucker is done. The man one. The two small ones don't count.

Never Meant to Be Chapter 14
Roberto was trembling as Brooklyn set him down. His face felt stiff where the tears had dried on his skin. He could feel how unsteady Brooklyn was. It was amazing that neither one had let go as they flew back to the hotel. His ears were still ringing with the words that Mike and Goliath had thrown at them on top of the building. It was also amazing that they were allowed to depart. Roberto would have to thank Elisa and Gary later on.
"God dammit! Bakayarou! I was able to handle your sexuality, but this?!?! What in God's name were you thinking?! Baita!"
Mike had started spouting things in Japanese, none of which Roberto was familiar with, except for the variations of "baka." It really wasn't the name calling that hurt him, rather, Mike stating how he had been able to "handle" his sexual orientation. It seemed that Mike never really accepted him for who he really was.
"Don't let me go just yet," Roberto whispered, when he felt Brooklyn's arms begin to slide away. The gargoyle held him tightly again, and Roberto could feel the shaking increase. Hot drops of tears fell on his shoulder. Just like him, Brooklyn was overwhelmed with frustration and hurt.
Just as Mike had been brutal, so was Goliath.
"You are a shame to our clan! How could you sink to such a level! With a male human?!"
"If you weren't so scared, you'd probably have done the same with Elisa!!"
Brooklyn fought back with words, but the exchange was hurtful to everyone.
"Goliath!" Elisa had cried out. "Brooklyn!!"
"Mike! Roberto!" Stacey shouted as well.
Roberto gently touched Brooklyn's arm. Goliath had grabbed it so harshly.
"It'll feel better when I wake up later on," Brooklyn whispered.
"I'm so sorry," Roberto whispered in return.
"Hey, cheer up. Things will look better. We'll make them better."
Roberto gave him an unsteady smile.
To be quite honest, neither one of them were certain about the statement, not after all the yelling that started between Goliath and Mike afterwards. There was an implied blame on each other for not watching their "charges." Then came the order to go back to the hotel and wait for their respective "leaders." Mike demanded that Roberto not be taken back by Brooklyn, but by another gargoyle. Gary had immediately jumped in.
"I'm not saying they'll do it but what if Roberto is dropped? Are you gonna think it's intentional? I don't care what you think about... this... uh... thing ... but Brooklyn's the only one I... we... can be sure of that will take Roberto back to the hotel completely safe!"
Mike had backed off, stating that it would have to be that way and as long as Brooklyn was gone by the time he arrived to talk to Roberto.
Brooklyn and Roberto had taken their leave at that point.
And now here they were.
Someone knocked on the door and they stiffened. The door opened and they both sighed in relief. Green eyes peered at them, slightly concerned, but wary as well.
"You guys, uh, okay?"
"Yeah," they both murmured.
"Mike's on his way up. Thought I'd give you guys a warning."
"Thank you."
Brooklyn pulled away, his large hands lingering gently on Roberto's arms. "I'll, uh, see you later," he said.
"Yeah," responded Roberto.
But both of them doubted that it would be that easy.
"I'll be back downstairs in my room," said Gary, as Brooklyn stepped out onto the balcony.
Roberto nodded, glancing back at Brooklyn, watching him take off.
Someone knocked the door.
"Crap!" hissed Gary.
"Bathroom," murmured Roberto.
Gary dashed past him as Roberto took a deep breath and went to open the door, wishing he had the time to clean up a bit more.
X
Not long after Brooklyn and Roberto had left, Mike was standing near the edge of the building, staring down at the streets below. He had asked for Elisa to step away and patrol a bit more with Broadway while he talked with Goliath. From the look on both of the women's faces, Stacey and Elisa were suspicious of Mike's intentions. But Stacey honored the unspoken request and went back to patrolling as well with Angela. Gary had already left with Hudson.
There was a moment of silence as both males tried to process what had happened on the rooftop.
"I don't trust you guys, but I have no choice in this case," Mike suddenly said. "And you have no reason to trust us, other than taking Maza and Bluestone's words that we are trustworthy."
"Agreed," rumbled Goliath.
"Despite that, Broadway talks a lot. He mentioned some stuff despite my best efforts to prove to him that I wasn't interested. Of course, as a cop, it's difficult not to observe or take in everything one senses. Goliath, before you take me to the hotel, I need you to clarify something with me about your trip to Japan."
X
Angela touched down in a nearby alley, Elisa and Broadway landing nearby. She acknowledge the soft thank you that Stacey said. At the moment, she was still stunned at what she saw. Yet, it didn't surprise her that much. She had heard about similar experiments done back on Avalon, during mating season when there weren't enough available females. But that was all it was. Simple physical contacts to soothe over the need to mate. This... this was something entirely different.
But it pained her when she saw the faces of Brooklyn and Roberto. It was the look of an individual being forced to choose between two precious loves. In this case, it was the clan, or each other.
Broadway came up beside her. "You okay?" he asked softly.
"I think so," Angela whispered.
Broadway looked upwards, in the direction they had come from. "I... I'm not sure how I feel," he admitted.
Meanwhile, Elisa and Stacey approached each other. Both looked embarrassed and stunned.
"Look I'm really sorry about Goliath flying off the handle like that."
Stacey let out a bitter chuckle, facing the road as a few cars passed by. "My apologies on Mike. I've never seen him lose his cool like that with one of our own."
"That's what you were fearing earlier, wasn't it?" Elisa asked, referring to a past discussion that was never completed.
"Yeah." Stacey turned to face Elisa. "It's not that I have anything against... them," she said, motioning towards Angela and Broadway, who were in the middle of their discussion. "It's just that... Roberto's been hurt bad before. Many times. I don't trust anyone with him."
Elisa couldn't help but chuckle at that, even if it also sounded bitter. "So I've seen first hand. I don't trust anyone with my gargoyles either. And I'm not too sure what to think about all of this. But the guys need love. Goliath and I... we haven't... I mean..."
"You wish you could have been able to start something..." Stacey murmured.
Elisa blushed and glanced away as she nodded. "I guess I'm more reserved about it. I mean... Brooklyn and Roberto? Both different species and males to boot. Meanwhile, Goliath and I would have made more sense, yet we've never touched those grounds. I'm afraid."
Stacey couldn't help but laugh nervously. "With a guy that big, yeah, I'd be afraid too!"
The two women laughed, awkwardness not gone, but subdued just enough.
X
Roberto could feel his heart pounding as he stepped aside to let Mike in. He remained silent, as did Mike. It wasn't because he had nothing to say. It was because he was afraid of vomiting if he opened his mouth.
"Why?" Mike suddenly asked.
"Love," whispered Roberto, not ready for this meeting at all.
"What the hell can a fuckin' beast with wings know about love?" shouted Mike.
"You haven't taken the time to know them!" Roberto shouted back.
"Haven't you learned anything from the creatures we've dealt with? They only look after themselves!"
"Would you listen to yourself? You sound like those damn hate groups!"
"Those hate groups hate people! These gargoyles aren't people! Just because they talk like us doesn't mean they are like us!"
"Again, you don't know them! I've spent time with him!"
"I saw!" Mike dropped himself to the chair. "So tell me, what are you gonna do when we go back? He can't come with us!"
"I'm transferring."
There was a moment of deafening silence.
"Transferring..." Mike repeated, his voice being frightfully calm.
Roberto could feel himself trembling. He hadn't really thought about it. The idea had just popped into his head. But it being said, he had no choice but to proceed further.
"I'm considering transferring to New York." He was surprised to hear his voice come out steady.
A humorless grin flittered across Mike's face. He slapped the arms of the recliner he was sitting in and quickly stood up in one smooth movement. "Well, then," he said, false cheeriness oozing from his voice. "Go ahead and 'consider' your transfer. But I can guarantee that it won't happen."
"You just don't want to lose my special skills of whoring myself to get you information," Roberto added in a cold voice.
Mike went rigid, then stepped towards Roberto, fist raised. Roberto backpedalled, eyes wide in shock. Mike went pale and dropped his fist. He then whirled around towards the door and stormed out, making sure to slam the door shut.
Roberto felt his strength leaving him and his body swayed. A pair of strong hands caught his shoulders, holding him steady.
"Are you okay?" he heard Gary ask.
"Don't know," He felt as if he were separated from his body as he was guided to the chair.
"Are you really considering transferring?"
Roberto remained quiet.
Gary sighed. "Look. It's not that I agree with Mike, but I can't see this... relationship... being successful."
Roberto glared at him. "Why?"
"Because you're from different worlds! If he were human, you'd be in the same situation as if he were a criminal. Two completely different worlds!"
"I have never felt more alive and happy, Gary."
"Are you really happy? 'Cause you look like shit right now."
"I love him."
"Do you? Or is it because he's safe. No one else can love him so he won't look to anyone else but you?"
Roberto stiffened. "That's not fair," he whispered. "I'm not that selfish."
"But you've been burned enough, Roberto. It would make sense that you would latch onto the person, or creature, that would least likely hurt you."
There was a stretch of silence. Gary patted his shoulder. "I'm not trying to take Mike's side. You know how I feel about your lifestyle, and I do my best to deal. Regardless, I... well... I've seen you breakdown. I don't know if I can handle seeing you broken one more time."
X
"It's unnatural," Goliath hissed, trying to keep his temper reined in.
"I don't care," Brooklyn growled. "I'm tired of being alone. He sees me as something more than a friend or some hideous beast."
"You have us!"
"But as clan breatheren! I want more! You have it with Elisa, but it's your choice to keep it platonic. You already had a mate once, I didn't."
"It just doesn't make sense, Brooklyn. He's male!"
"So? He risked his life to keep me alive! He battled against the Quarrymen to keep them from smashing me to bits. I was at the hotel and he got Owen to bring me back before the police arrived."
"Which is fine, but as a friend!"
"You'll never understand, Goliath. You will never know what it's like to feel alone. I use to admire you at Wyvern because of all the envious sisters that talked about how unfortunate it was that you had already tied yourself down with Demona! Don't force me to chose between clan or mate, Goliath, because I will chose him!"
"And what if he dies?"
Brooklyn growled. "You better not be threatening him," he said.
Goliath snarled, turning his beack on Brooklyn. "I'm not threatening the human. But he is a cop..."
"So is Elisa. We've already almost lost her twice. You haven't pulled away from her!"
"It's different!"
"How!"
Goliath slammed a fist into the wall. "It just is!"
Both males had their eyes glowing white in anger, neither one of them willing to back down.
"You are forbidden from seeing him!"
"I refuse to obey. And I'll abandon this clan if you make that demand again."
Watching the two were the rest of the clan, unsure of whose side to take or how to proceed. Any wrong move or thing said, they felt htat it would tear the clan apart.
Of all dangers that had threatened them before, they were not expecting an internal conflict to cause the most damage.
"Just stay out of my sight for the rest of the night!" roared Goliath, storming away.
Brooklyn whirled around and stormed into the castle.
"I suppose its best we all make ourselves scarce for now," Hudson said with asigh. "They will not be in the mood to talk to any one of us."
X
Puck cautiously entered the room in which Brooklyn was pacing. "I take it that argument had something to do with your relationship."
Brooiklyn growled. "Goliath threatened us. Maybe not directly but it was there, hidden in his words."
Puck sighed as he sat in mid-air, legs crossed in lotus position. "I should have warned you about the possible lack of accceptance of what you were pursuing. I guess I just hoped that it wouldn't be foud out by the others."
"Don't blame yourself, Puck. I kind of suspected the potential trouble with the way Roberto reacted to some instances. Still, it would have been nice if they had been a bit more understanding."
Puck lay a gentle hand on Brooklyn's shoulder, his epxression of genuine concern.
"I do hope that things work out for the both of you."
X
Late morning found Roberto and Jack reaching the office of Fable's warehouses. On the wall was a picure of a mouse gnawing on a net's rope where a lion lay trapped in it. Underneath was a quote. "No matter how large the task..." Both Jack and Roberto couldn't help but chuckle at the cheesiness of the shipping company.
Roberto's thoughts strayed a bit more as he couldn't help but wish Mike was entagled in a net like that. He'd leave his ass in there. The sudden demand the asian man had made that he be under constant supervision was ludricrous.
His thoughts were interrupted when he collided into Jack.
"Sorry."
"Hey. At least you didn't send me flying to the floor like the others. You okay?"
"I'll be fine."
"Look... about last night..."
"Jack, please... not with you..."
Jack flushed red. "I just wanted to say that I don't feel judgemental about either one of you. It's just... you're kind of hurting me here."
"Shit, I'm sorry." Roberto did his best to get his emotions in check. Jack's somewhat emphatic abilities always seemed to react strongly when around Roberto. It was theororized that this is what kept Jack grounded and immune to Roberto's powers. The only love shared between the two was that of close friends.
The two moved forward again.
Jack knocked on the door.
"Enter," came a voice from inside, one that was familiar to Roberto.
The two young men entered and froze.
"Ah... Mr. Fable, I presume?" asked Jack, flustered.
Roberto watched as the handsome stranger he encountered twice now and dreamed of stood up to greet them.
"You must be the detectives. I must admit I am still rather unsettled at finding that...uh ... vehicle and its occupant next to one of my warehouses. Not quite the thing one would expect to find at any given time of day or night. Now how may I be of assistance, gentlemen?"
Roberto felt as if Fable's eyes were boring into his.
"There's just a few standard questions we need to ask to clarify things."
Roberto felt himself being overwhelmed with erotic images, mostly those of the dreams he had before.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I said everything I could think of to the police."
"We've discovered that sometimes people will remember a bit more after the ititial shock has worn off."
"Ah, of course."
As Jack questioned Mr. Fable, he couldn't help but glance at Roberto. He could feel a mixture of confusion and warm feelings coming from his friend, as well as a trace of fear.
And to be honest to himself, fear was his initial reaction to Fable. here was something oddly familiar with the man, but it wasn't the good kind of feeling. It literally was making him feel ill.
But he followed the unwritten script, said his thanks, andpulled Roberto out of there. Something was wrong about Mr. Fable.
Had he looked back, he would have seen the man smirking while stroking a pendant that rested against his chest.
X
Elisa and Matt walked around the bullet ridden vehicle. Both detectives were glad to have missed out on the actual autopsy of the late Officer Karl June.
"What have you got for us?" Elisa asked one of the techs.
"A few things," was the reply. "We were only able to recover 90 percent of the bullets. Those were the ones embedded in both June and the car. The other ten perscent are unaccounted for, and should have been found in the surrounding environmnt. The alley was clear of any shells or bullets."
"So either someone did a good job of cleaning the alley or the vehicle wasn't originally there," said Matt.
The technician nodded. "Furthermore, there is evidence thatJune was not the driver when he got shot. I know the whole interior isbloody, but most of it us post mortem. Higher concentration of blood is located on the passanger side. The blood splatters on that side indicate closer proximaty. June's finger prints were also found on the dashboard."
Elisa and Matt stared at the car in wonder. It never failed to amaze them what could be determined through their forensics department.
"There is one more thing. Well, two. The splatters on the driver's side also indicate that someone was there. We lucked out that it remained intact. If you look closely, you'll see that there is a large spot that isn't splattered in blood. Someone was sitting there when June was shot."
Matt and Elisa glanced at each other, looking grim. "So we either have a witness, an accomplice, or another victim," murmured Matt.
"What's the other thing?" asked Elisa.
"Steering wheel had some prints," the technician said with a grim. "They're being sent out as we speak to see if they match any data bases."
"Finally! A genuine break!" Elisa exclaimed.
X
Mid-day found Xanatos having lunch with a new acquaintance. "So, what can I do for you," Mr. Lee?" Xanatos asked.
The normally jeans and t-shirt detective was wearing a dress shirt with a tie and slacks. Not completely professional for someone like Xanatos who always wore a suit, but respectable enough.
"I think the more appropriate question is what can we do to benefit our now mutual friends."
David Xanatos raised an eyebrow in slight bemusement. "Friends, Mr. Lee?"
"Well, I have gotten to hear some of their stories. They are a rather wonderful group, and beings like that deserve to be protected as well. I know no one knows of them other than what the news have been feeding the public, but it is rather selfish to expect them to protect the city with nothing in return."
"I suppose that is true. But my casn't provides them adequate protection. And I have a few trusted staff members that will bequick to respond to sudden transportation of wayward stone gargoyles. Not to mention my connections to help turn as much bad PR into positive ones."
"I assume you'll put your trust in you son when the time comes. Nice to know when one has the option of continuing a family line. There is nothing more sad than to see years of heritage suddenly stop short."
"I don't quite follow," said Xanatos, with a frown.
Lee gave him a small grin. "Let me tell you what I came to realize as I was told about Goliath's travels."
X
The day wasn't a great one for Roberto, so after the interview with Fable, he went back to the hotel and slept. It was close to sundown when he finally decided to get out of his room.
He called and waited for Gary, not wanting to get his head hitten off for stepping out into the hallway without a chaperone. He chuckled bitterly to himself as he headed downstairs.
"What's so funny?" Gary asked.
"You do realize why you were paired up with me at night, don't you?"
Gary snorted. "Yeah, I can guess why. My homophobic nature will have me running to Mike if I so much as see Brooklyn in the sky within our vicinity."
There was a moment of silence.
"Would you?"
"Jesus, Roberto! I already told you how I feel! Just because I don't think it'll work out doesn't mean I'll tattle to Mike."
"I know. Sorry."
X
Brooklyn roared as he came to, slightly disoriented. Seeing that he was inside the castle reminded him of the night before.
His anger towards Goliath kept him from joining the others for the day's rest. And it still flowed in him as he waited for a bit, not ready to head out and meet the clan.
In the end, it was Angela that came in to find him.
"We're ready to begin patrols," she said.
"So why aren't youith Broadway?"
"I thought it best that I travel with you instead of Goliath."
Brooklyn growled. "I'd rather go alone."
"Brooklyn... Goliath does not want you seeing the human. He ha sordered us all to keep an eye on you."
"I am second in command!"
"He is thinking of revoking that position."
Brooklyn's eyes flashed white.
"Please, listen. We were given the order. I'm not sure about the others, but I don't agree with them. So please, let me join you."
"Fine."
X
"Samual Winters," said Matt, hanging up his desk's phone. "They found a match. Forensics stated that they did find one more print on the handle of the door. There's a match to that one, too, but they're waiting for more information."
"At least we're getting somewhere," Elisa said with a sigh.
"We need to gget in contact with the others, though. This Sam guy is bad news."
Elisa looked at the photo waved in front of her and hissed.
"That's one of the guys who atttacked us in the garage!"
"Are you sure?"
"One hundred persent positive, Matt. I won't be forgetting their faces anytime soon. I wouldn't be surprised if the other print belongs to the guy who drugged Roberto. He seems the type who would overkill an execution the way June was done in."
Matt stood up. "Let's go find them."
Elisa put on her jacket. "I also want to find out if Mr. Fable had anything new to add."
"Fable?"
"The owner of the warehouse were the car was found."
"Ah, right." SOmething clicked in Matt's memory, but he couldn't make sense of it. Shaking his head, Matt followed Elisa, hoping that whatever it was would come to him soon.
X
"Why are we waiting here?" Roberto asked. "I already told you I wanted to go into the club."
"Just a few more minutes," responded Gary.
Roberto sighed in annoyance. "I'm sure Mike will be agreeable enough to let you wait outside so you don't have to mingle with us homos."
Gary rolled his eyes and gave him an annoyed look. "Believe me, that is my intention but I'm waiting for someone first."
"Who?"
The sound of something flying overhead caught Roberto's attention. Gary looked unfazed.
There was a crunching sound of dirt in the ally.
"Roberto?"
Roberto dashed in to find Angela and Brooklyn in the alley. Brooklyn stepped forward as Roberto ran up to him.
Both males laughed as they embraced.
"God, I thought I'd never get a chance to see you!" said Roberto.
"Same here."
Gary coughed. "Mike's due eto call me in fifteen to twenty minutes."
"Goliath wants us to call in the same time," added Angela. "It would be best if our signals don't come from the same pace."
"So only ten minutes with each other," concluded Roberto.
"I hate this."
The two tightened their hold.
"I missed this," murmured Brooklyn, running his hand down Roberto's back.
Roberto tensed up briefly.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. I just... hell... I missed you."
Brooklyn glanced up to see that Gary had gone to the street and Angela was climbing up the side of the building, giving them a bit of privacy.
Roberto could feel evidence of Brooklyn's arousal and gave a small chuckle. "We can't do anything here."
"I know. Can't help it. Just thinking of you makes me warm."
Roberto pulled back a bit. "Just what are you thinking of?"
"About how much I want to claim you again."
"Considering the circumstance, I'm just glad we can talk to each other."
"That, too. But it's not as fun."
Roberto sighed and leaned forward into Brooklyn once mroe. The conversation bothered him, but he couldn't say exactly why. For one horrible moment, Roberto thought that Brooklyn was only interested in the physical aspect of their relationship. But if that were the case, then he wouldn't have stood up against Goliath.
Roberto shook off the negative thoughts and tried to focus on the arms around him. After all, it was highly dobtful that they would get many opportunities to do this.
X
Brooklyn sighed in mild contentment as the transmission to Goliath was cut off.
Seeing Roberto, no matter how briefly, made things somewhat better.
Beside him, Angela giggled. "You look funny," she said.
Brooklyn could only chuckle in return.
"I'm glad I was able to help you see him again."
"I'm grateful. You have no idea how much better I feel. I'm ready to scout some more, and if fate permits, teach some bad guys a lesson!"
X
Elisa was feeding Cagney when her phone rang.
"This is Maza," she answered.
"It's Matt," came the response. "We finally got an ID. We need to group with the others. Seems that the second set of prints belongs to a really dangerous man."
X
Roberto downed one more drink before standing up. Somewhere along the line, his shirt had been unbuttoned. He did, though, escape the curious fingers before he could lose his shirt.
He realized he was abit unsteady and figured he must have overdone it a bit. Maybe it was time to go back to Gary.
Roberto inwardly giggled, confirming to himself that he was indeed drunk. While this kind of setting was not his normal choice, he knew that Gary would not step foot inside to get him.
But maybe because of his drunkedness, Roberto felt a little bit of guilt at leaving Gary outside, knowing that Mike would be pissed if he found out that they had separated. Besides, the bar closed at 4 am. Thank God for twenty four hour diners.
As he made his way through the dancfloor, someone stepped right in front ofhim.
Cool grey eyes stared down at him as Robenrto's head cleared up a bit in surprise.
"Mr. Fable?"
"T trinket for a perfect choice?"
Before he had time to react, the man he had helped interview placed a familiar looking necklace on him.
Everything became fuzzy, and it was like watching a movie. He felt himself being led somewhere. Odd sounds were heard, and then nothing.
X
Gary's head jerked up as a white van with some animals on the side of it drove past him. He looked around, his eyes threatening to shut. After the gargoyles had departed, Gary led Roberto to a car that he was finally given permission to rent. No more bumming rides from Mike or the NY detectives. Well, at least for tonight.
And was he ever glad. He knew that Roberto would mostly likely chose a bar to hang out with, and given his nature, he'd choose one spot that gary would never step into. Hence the fortune of having a car to hang out and wait. Of course, the temperature was cooling so even with the windows rolled up, it didn't get hot inside the car. But it also made him sleepy. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was 3:45 am. The club thingy should be letting up soon.
Gary yawned and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. His hotel bed was his last waking thought until sunrise.
X
Brooklyn and Angela were getting ready to head back when something caught their attention by the warehouse docks. They were use to seeing delivery vans heading in early in the evening, but not so late at night. Or rather so early in the morning. It made them question what the individuals were up to.
Brooklyn motioned over to a nearby warehouse. Angela nodded and followed. Something like this could only mean trouble. It would be best to hide out and observe and put a stop to whatever is going on.
They watched as the van pulled up to a warehouse with a couple of animals drawn on it. Both gargoyles couldn't comprehend what the drawing meant although the depiction seemed familiar to them somehow. As Brooklyn watched intensely, Angela found herself trying to rack her brains. Was it something she saw on television, or was it a story she read from a book?
They watched as a dark skinned human stepped out of the passanger side. He opened the sliding door of the van and leaned in as another male stepped from the driver's side. They were unable to hear exact words but it sounded like the dark man was speaking to someone who was still inside the van. Then the two made their way to one of the warehouses.
"Should we check?" asked Angela.
Brooklyn shook his head as the van's sliding door shut closed by whomever was still inside. "We don't know what's going on. It could be a pick up or a delivery. Very late or real early depending on your point of view."
"Brook. Ang. Where are you guys?" came Broadway's voice through the intercom. "Sunrise isn't far."
"We're at the docks," Brooklyn said softly. "Something's going on so we're keeping an eye on it. Doubt we'll make it back in time, but we're in a secure place."
"Unacceptable," came Goliath's voice. "There is no such place as a secure place."
Brooklyn growled and Angela took over. "Then how about just taking our coordinates and giving it to Mr. Xanatos, Father. He can have us picked up as early as possible."
There was a moment of silence.
"Very well," Goliath rumbled, not pleased.
Brooklyn's eyes were still white in annoyance, but they slowly reverted back.
Lexington's voice floated through. "Got it. We'll make sure Xanatos or Owen get the coordinates."
The connection ended and Brooklyn and Angela continued surveillance.
It was roughly twenty minutes before the two men came out of the warehouse. They got back to the van and drove deeper into the alley. The dark human leapt out once more.
"Brooklyn, this is where that cop was found dead," Angela whispered.
Brooklyn got back on the transmitter. "Those coordinate's put us in front of Fable's warehouses, the place where that cop was found dead."
"They're taking something out," said Angela.
Both gargoyles looked as the one man opened the side of the van again. A large bundle was handed to him which he threw over his shoulder. It took them a moment to realize it was a person he was carrying. It took Brooklyn another second to realize that he knew that person.
Brooklyn straightened up. "It's Roberto!" he hissed. "They have Roberto!"
HIs eyes went red as he extended his wings, Angela reaching over to stop him. The first few rays of the sun peeked over the horizon, and both became solid stone.
tbc...

Baka -- idiot
Baita -- whore
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