"It all started back in July," began Brad Vickers.  "We were sent out to deal with some homicides in the Arklay mountains north of here.  Was a lot more than that, we had two teams and got chased by vicious dogs into this huge mansion.  The place was full of zombies, monsters, anything you could think of.  Place was owned by Umbrella, they wanted to make some kind of bioweapon, something good for the army to play around with, I dunno I just...we just tried to survive in there, hunted from room to room by monsters that killed us one by one."
The four of them now sat at the front area of the station, Chris staying on his feet while James, Roy and Brad all sat down at the small table of three chairs.  The raptors both listened with intrigue at the story Brad had to share, explaining as best as he could remember of the horrors of Umbrella's operations.  After a rather harrowing violent tale, he ended the story with how he ended up here.
	"After we got back from the mansion, what was left of us wanted to investigate Umbrella fully with the police, but Chief Irons said no and threatened to disband us, probably because he was on the payroll or something.  ...I didn't join the rest of S.T.A.R.S after they left, I just wanted to leave all of this and go back to a normal life.  I was done after the mansion...I didn't wanna live through this again."
	"So what happened to your friends?" asked FG.
	"They went to Europe to investigate Umbrella themselves.  Jill stayed behind though, she wanted to investigate further about Umbrella's underground facility.  I've been trying to find her in all this but...I had to keep moving, can't stay in one place for long or...anyways, that's all I can tell you." 
	"Soooo whut thuh hell's all this?" asked MG.  "How did thuh virus get out to thuh city then if you said you had it all dealt with at thuh mansion?"
	"I don't know!  Somehow the virus, the thing that they were experimenting on, got out into the city!  I hear it's the water, but I been hearing a lot of things.  I'm just hiding out here...trying to get out of here thanks to Chris here."
	"Me and him are gonna bail out of this city," said Chris, "I'm fixing a car out back for him and anyone else we can find, but I can only carry five."
	"That's good," said Roy.  "You done turned yourself around now haven't you?"
	"Yeah...yeah I...I'm sorry about before."
	"Hey, you savin' lives now, or tryin' to, that redeems you enough.  But now you could help us.  There wuz an armoured van that passed by here, sum guys kidnapped a li'l kid that we were protectin'.  Did either of you see anythin'?"

	"I did," said Brad.  "I saw that van head out along the road to behind the station and go way down south, not like I couldn't hear it the way it was just turning hard on those corners like it was nothing.  That's not the kind of driving they normally do down at the station.  You said they were drug squad right?"
	"Yeah," said FG, "I mean, they were wearing brown and blue uniforms, one or two of them had assault rifles but most had handguns."
	"Yeah that sounds like the drug squad alright...I heard they were bringing in a lot of people for interrogations, people that had connections to Umbrella because their families worked there.  They wanted to interrogate them so they could find a way to get out of this mess, least that's what Birnie said."
	"...wait," said FG.  "...Birnie...isn't that the name that kid at the electronics store was going apeshit about?"
	"Hey yeah it wuz," said MG, "who's this Birnie guy?"
	"Oh him?" said Chris.  "He's a fucking dick, even by the RPD's standards he's a dick."
	"H-hey come on-"
	"Brad, seriously dude, you and I know it, come on.  I been in prison, I heard a lotta shit about the police and I know what part of it wasn't true.  But all the stuff about Birnie, THAT stuff was true.  Even the guards at prison thought he was an asshole."
	"So who is this Birnie?" asked FG.
	"There's this guy in drug squad, he heads up the group, none of the cops liked him, always the kind of guy who'd push too far to get what he wanted.  All these rumours popped up around him involving drug planting, illegal stings, anything to get a result, real desperate asshole."
	"Damn...so, real crooked cop?"
	"Detective actually," said Brad.  "Nobody liked him, he ran his department tough, but he really wanted to nail Umbrella on all the big stuff they were pushing through, like biochemical stuff."
	"So why did he grab a kid out in the middle of the street?"
	"Well, does the kid have anything to do with Umbrella?"
	"...yes.  His parents work in like admin, secretary stuff."
	"God...dammit.  It's all that company's fault, everything that's happened, every person we lost, it's their fault...whatever Birnie's got planned I sure hope tha-"
	"You hope what?"
	"H-huh?"
James walked straight up to Brad Vickers and snarled down at him.
	"You better think real hard about what you were gonna say, because all I know is that some kid is out there who had NOTHING to do with any of this.  I don't care what this company did, I don't care what his parents did, but he did nothing to deserve this and I will NOT leave him here to die.  Maybe you regret not doing anything but that just gives me all the more reason to not sit here and do nothing...do you understand, officer?"
	"...you're right.  I...I'm sorry.  I'm just...I've been running so long I'm just so tired...trying to find the rest of my group."
	"It's fine, no worries.  Anything you know might help?"
	"There was something I heard," said Chris Henman, "something about Birnie, when the whole zombie incidents were going down, I heard that his group was seen driving around up at East Raccoon Elementary."
	"Hold on," said James, "an elementary school?  ...that guy we met before, that cop, he said something about it being safe there."
	"Damn yer righ'," said Roy, "hold up, you think he wanted us to go there cuz of...Michael?"
	"Maybe?  But...why would they-...no.  Remember what I said back then, why I lied to that cop?  The police don't like Umbrella...what if they knew Michael because his parents work for Umbrella?"
	"...but, how would they recognise him?"

	"Birnie's been monitoring families who work at Umbrella," said Vickers, "part of his whole Mr. Big operation when he was trying to nail down some illegal drugs, he was certain someone at Umbrella was selling some on the side.  He'd probably recognise some of them on the file."
	"Fuck dammit...whut time is it now?"
	"Uhhh...about 1:30?"
	"Okay, we got six an' a half hours to get out of here until thuh shit hits thuh fan.  We found out thuh army's coming in tonight to quarantine thuh whole place.  So if you get bitten or not, you ain't leaving this place alive."
	"Fuck...seriously?!  Aww shit I-...I need to get to work, Brad help me out here."
Chris rushed off towards the rear exterior of the gas station, where a multitude of vehicles was being stored in the shadow of the outlet.  Several vehicles seemed out of commission, but one in particular was being fixed up to near-perfection by Henman himself.  A red Plymouth Barracuda, its wide grinning bumper dull of steel with a scarred red hide.  It was at the very least the only car in the area that looked roadworthy.  Chris began to work on the underside, adjusting the muffler with even greater haste than before while Brad handled the wheels.
	"Wow nice car," said FG.
	"Thanks," said Chris, "this must have come in like a week ago, doesn't look bad but I wanna make sure it can take any kind of damage.  No idea what it's gonna come up against."
	"How come you know Roy?"
	"...ask him."
	"He wuz robbin' a girl," said MG, "him an' his friends got outta prison but once ah took care of 'em, he surrendered an' promised he'd never do any bad shit again."
	"Wow," said James.  "What were you in prison for?"
	"Armed robbery," said Chris, "I was the getaway driver cuz I had the only real working car...dad never talked to me again.  Guess I'm never getting that chance again."
	"Why did you...do it?"
	"I was young and stupid and in a shithole, I got no excuse."
	"Heh...yeah I...I understand.  Hey, you think we can take one of these vehicles?"
	"Sure, go ahead, if you can fix it up yourself because I wanna get my car here working."
	"Alright, I just-...oh.  Oh hell yes."

Sitting in a corner of the backlot of the garage, blinking in the fire-streaked afternoon, was a sleek silver motorcycle.  A beautiful glistening American-made machine, big enough for two, heavy enough for three.  James immediately ran over to look over the beast, gasping at the smooth silver sheen that called to him like a siren's song.
	"This is a...Harley Davidson."
	"Hmm?" said Chris.  "Oh yeah uh, that's-"
	"A Duo Glide 1961...hhhhholy shit yes, what engine does this have?"
	"Panhead, think it has about sixty-horsepower?"
	"That's more than enough, Roy, we're using this."
	"Wait whut?" asked Roy.
	"We need to get through the streets as fast as possible and get out with Michael.  This bike is the way to do it."
	"Um...okay, question, how we gonna fight through zombie hordes completely exposed on a motorcycle?"
	"...good point, this thing weighs like six-hundred pounds so it has the speed to slam through a lot of bodies...but we need to make this deadlier.  We need to weaponise this."
	"Huh?!"
	"Hey Chris, is there a hardware store nearby!?"
	"Just up that road," said Chris, "but why you need it?!"
	"Don't worry just keep fixing your thing.  Come on, I got an idea."
Taking Roy off with him, they headed towards the darker lonesome streets slightly northwest of the gas station, heading through cars and between carnage still in order to reach it.  Thankfully the place was vacant, but it had been stripped of plenty tools in order to become weapons in their own right.  The hardware store was sizeable, stretching out back along many wooden and metal tables with walls haphazardly filled with a variety of tools.
It took them half an hour to gather all they needed, even making two trips just to obtain everything they could possibly handle for James' plan.  With huge rolls of packing tape, locks and a variety of saws, they headed back to the gas station to commence building their new bike.  James already had something in mind, something he knew was absolutely insane, but was fittingly insane enough for such a situation as drastic as this.
If ever there was a time in one's life to make something capable of murdering as many people as possible, this was the only acceptable situation to do so.  First there came a sharp double-serrated saw on the front of the bike, courtesy of a hedge trimmer minus the engine.  Then came the two chainsaws that were fitted onto the handlebars themselves, grafted on through the use of table locks and wooden supports combined with every ounce of packing tape they could wrap around it.

The vicious blades at rest weighed heavily upon the bars, the thick cube-shaped gasoline-fuelled engine now well-taped and locked onto the bike itself.  It took them at least an hour to fix up the bike to the level of lethality that James wanted it to be.  The two raptors tested it cautiously, with James trying to compensate for the extra weight as his memories came back to him.
Turning a wider, slower arc with the bike than usual in order to not scrape the ground with the chainsaw blades, it took him at least a half hour to figure out how to adjust his driving ability to cope with the extra weight.  In terms of design it was incredibly simple.  Two chainsaws at the sides with a singular long serrated blade protruding at the front, courtesy of a hedge trimmer.  It was soon 3pm, and they were finally ready.  Chris Henman had finished up most of his own car repairs and was more willing to assist them with their dilemma by providing directions.
	"Alright," said FG, "we need to get to the school, which way is it?"
	"Right there," said Chris, "south of the college, east of the high school.  You got a lot of bridges to take crossing over the river but some might either be blocked or destroyed so watch it.  The one behind the high school should be fine, last I saw it anyways."
	"Alright, so we just find Ennerdale Street and head away from the police station, no problem.  Thanks for the help man."
	"Heh, no problem...just glad I could...do something good for once."
	"S'alrigh', yer forgiven," said Roy humbly, "we really appreciate thuh help."
	"Th-thanks...and...thanks for not killing me."
	"You thank yerself, you were smart enough not to fight when other people did."
With the air cleared between both raptor and convict, Roy headed up towards FG who was readying up his weaponised motorcycle.  He still couldn't get over the look of the thing, how absurd it appeared to be like something a child would draw.  The look in James' eyes when he rubbed his claws upon the handlebars made him realise it was precisely that.  It was while looking at the raptor upon a blade-covered motorcycle that he further noted both their weapons, and how unusual they were even by this situation's standards, taking this brief chance of downtime to ask:
	"So uh, whut's with thuh scissors?"
	"Heh...surprised you'd ask considering your huge-ass blade...then again I know where that came from."
	"Righ'."
	"But uh...I don't remember it having names carved on the blade and handle."
	"Thuh handle says Joseph...thuh blade says LaShawndra.  Mah parents' names."
	"Aw...that's...kinda sweet actually."
	"Yeah...so...scissors?"
	"Stole them from a murderer in a mansion, that's all I can tell you really."
	"Ah seen weirder stuff out there."
	"Hah, same here."
	"You really gonna do this?" asked Roy.
	"No," said FG, "I just always wanted to waste my time in a zombie apocalypse fitting chainsaws onto a fucking motorcycle."
	"...you really wanna save this kid don't you?"
	"I wouldn't have bothered doing all this and taking him back home if I didn't want to.  I could have just left...but..."

He clutched at his black pendant, disguising his gesture as a simple press of the hand to his chest as he felt Dar-Ma's keepsake.  But Roy felt his own memory flash back to him, murmuring:
	"You couldn't leave someone in danger again..."
	"Huh?"
	"...nuthin'."
	"No, what, you said something."
	"...this has happened before hasn't it?  You tryin' to save someone, walking righ' into hell so you can risk yer life fer someone?  Is that true?"
	"......no."
	"Hmm?"
	"No it...it's not that.  Not exactly."
A hidden smirk came from Roy's lips, feeling a sense of satisfaction come from clearing one of his own answers, to a question long ago.  Nevertheless, he pushed further on FG's motives, asking:
	"So why then?  Not that it ain't a good thing but...why do YOU wanna do it?"
	"I don't need a reason to help people.  Do you?"
Despite the strange machine he was sitting on, contemplating his mission made him more serious than he had rarely ever been before.  Roy could see it in his eyes, as the raptor in brown looked up to him saying:
	"You don't have to join me if you don't want to.  This is my responsibility."
	"No.  Ah want to.  Would look an ass an' a damn hypocrite if ah didn't."
	"I'm glad to hear.  I know you and I have a lot of things to sort out between each other...but I need you to help me save Michael.  Not for me, but for him.  Will you help me?"
	"If ah forget you, O Jerusalem, then may mah hand forget its skill."
	"...what?"
	"Sorry, ol' habit, means I'll help you no matter whut, just so we get him back.  Whutever happens after that...we'll see."
	"Right.  Okay then, let's-"
Suddenly something crash-landed from outside, a sudden crushing weight crackling the street tarmac as all four of them turned to see what it was.  A strange guttural breathing could be heard from somewhere out front, which soon turned Brad into a quivering panic.
	"H-hoh god!  HOH GOD N-NO!"
	"Wh-what's goin' on?!" said Chris.
	"H-he found me, I dunno how but he found me!  I thought I was safe here I thought I was safe!"
	"Who?!" asked FG.  "Who's after you?"
	"Th-that thing...that huge...monster, some kind of creature that's been chasing me for days I-...I can't hide from him anywhere, I just-...just..."
Brad huddled himself into a ball and weeped with nerves frail as they already were.  Roy tried to calm him down saying:
	"Hey hey, s'alrigh', we ain't gonna let anythin' hurt you, we're in this together."
	"N-n-no!  No, he...he's coming.  He's coming to kill us!  He's coming to kill me, he...oh god help me..."
The former S.T.A.R.S member simply broke into tears, sobbing wretchedly with absolute fear as FG asked softly:
	"What exactly is this thing outside?"
	"Th-that...thing," said Brad, "it's been...h-hunting me...Umbrella wanna kill me, all my team, w-we were the only ones to stop them but...I'm the only one here, I dunno where Jill is but I have to find her too...please...help me..."
	"We better check this out," said MG, "you two stay here while me an' FG check out thuh front."
	"Yeah, just keep those vehicles safe, we don't have time to fix anything else before we get out of here."

Both humans agreed and stayed low out of sight, the raptors heading through the station itself and out towards the front.  Turning towards the west of the city, something huge and hulking stood within the pale streetlights beyond the street.  Noticing the two unusual creatures, it began to come closer, its footsteps heavy enough to shake the ground slightly.  As it came into the light of the gas station, they could see it in all of its monstrous glory.
A black-suited beast reaching seven feet tall, with humanoid head of gumless teeth reared back with a vicious sneer.  Its one remaining eye glared open with pure dead white, the other eye sewn shut beneath a monstrous scar.  Rippling pale-brown muscles were joined by a thick coiling purple tentacle slithering down its right arm, as it snarled with a deep voice that sounded almost human.  A creature of Frankensteinian proportions
	"Ssssssssstaaaaaaaarrrrssssss..."
	"...what...the fuck is that?" asked FG.
	"Ah dunno," said MG, "but if it wants our pal Brad, it ain't gonna get past us."
Both raptors brought out their blades and moved as far away as they could from the gas pumps nearby.  The creature understood their act of aggression and snarled even more.
	"Ssssstaaaaaarrrrsssss!"
	"Thuh hell is he saying?"
	"Stars?  It knows what unit Brad's from?  How can a monster know something like tha-"
	"SSSSSSTAAAAAAAAARRRRRSSSS!"
	"LOOK OUT!"
The beast charged forwards with an absurdly fast speed, bullrushing them as it slammed one car out of the way to crash a few feet from where they stood.  Both raptors stuck close together, dodging away from the gas station to move the beast's attention away as they fired off warning shots of their nanoflames to force the monster to attack them.  The monstrosity eagerly went towards Roy, slamming down onto his blade with a mighty fist.  The force was tremendous, knocking down MG hard enough to flatten him under his own blade as he struggled to back away.
James dodged behind the creature and ran up towards its back, stabbing his scissors straight into its back as it roared with fury.  Swinging hard in a half-circle to grab at the raptor, a thick purple tentacle whipped out of its right hand to crush against the side of a car with an impossible force, smashing the door in as the car skidded across the road slightly.  James latched on harder, grappling on the monster's back with his claws as he tried to stab into the spine.

But the beast was smart enough to grab at James' head above his own, throwing him down hard onto the tarmac with a single slam as the raptor groaned from the impact.  Before the monster could crush him underfoot, Roy came charging in with a blade of burning steel, his Great Knife striking deep into the creature's chest as it stood hard against the assault.  Once, twice, thrice the black raptor struck with his gigantic blade, but the monster barely stumbled in the attack before grabbing at the blade itself, right before it impaled into its body.
Gripping Roy's weapon with its left hand, it simply raised both weapon and wielder up above itself, unmoving in its sneer as the raptor panicked at such ungodly strength.  Pulling the Great Knife out of itself, the monster hurled both it and Roy far in front of it, the raptor holding onto his weapon as he struggled to roll safely away.  Had he not done so, the roaring charge of the monster would surely have crushed him underfoot.
James had managed to recover in that time and ran forwards to keep up with the beast, slamming into the back of it with a mighty wind that surged forth from his nanos.  Even the brunt of his own weight was not enough to deter the monstrosity from attacking his ally, as it turned hard in its charge and grabbed Roy by the throat, choking him with thick black-gloved fingers.
	"Sssssssstaaaaaaarrrrsss!"
	"UGHK!  GHhhhk!"
Seeing the raptor up close however, the monster began to lose interest and threw Roy to one side, hurling him hard against the side of a bus as he grunted from the pain before getting back up.  Now the monster focused on FG, who had stayed behind it once again in order to attack from the back.  Stabbing straight into the lower back of the creature, the raptor's scissors pierced deep inside its body, the monstrous roar of fury signifying a successful wound.  But that only made it angrier as it stomped the ground powerfully, sending vibrations that cracked the road itself.
The shuddering force made FG struggle to hold on, as he tried to wound it deeper with thrusting force, plunging his scissors as hard as he could before he was forced to retreat.  Despite the wound within its back, the beast did not falter in its step, grabbing a nearby sign post and tearing it from the ground itself like straw from a cornfield.  Crushing the sign itself underfoot to wield a large metal pole, it swung with brutal strength towards FG, who tried desperately to keep away while also staying away from the gas station.
With a larger range now given to the monster, James was at a disadvantage, as he tried desperately to think of another plan.  Everytime he tried to get behind it, it would simply swing in a huge circle in order to keep the raptor at bay, the speed of its swings being rather frightening at how fast it could strike.  But Roy had a plan, charging towards the back of the mutant with his own greater weight with his own mighty wind.  It was just enough to topple the beast slightly, stumbling forwards slightly before it tried to hurl the huge metal pole behind it.

The pole missed MG by half a mile, but it landed straight into the side of a bus and impaled itself through it with a scraping of harsh steel, both raptors now standing ready to fight further.  The two dodged separate ways once they saw the purple tentacle come crashing down upon their heads, cracking the street harder with shards of gravel flying out in all directions.  James had to duck once again once the tentacle decided it wanted him instead, swinging like a giant whip straight above his head with a bone-cracking force that almost decapitated him.
Suddenly, an even greater roar came from the horizon to the west of the city.  A tremendous violent scream of some unknown animal that echoed across the streets towards them.  Even the beast stopped to notice the strange sound that sent fear and trepidation through every mortal in the area.  Both raptors included.
	"Wh-what...what the hell was that?" asked FG.
	"No idea," said MG, "but...it sounds familiar."
	"Does it?"
	"Yeah...wait...when wuz thuh last time you ever heard a roar like that?"
	".....the zoo."
His answer was punctuated by the sudden collapse of a building down the street, reduced to a pile of rubble within minutes as the roar of an infernal beast came ever closer.  The monster they had fought was both angry and curious at such an interruption, sensing perhaps a rival for dominance of the city in its own primal instincts.  Dust began to sweep down a nearby street, large boulders of misshapen mortar crackling up into smaller pieces as a heaving groan came ever closer.  All four of the living survivors felt the urge to run.
Brad was no exception, as he felt a lull in the fighting and too little an amount of trust for his recent companions to stay.
	"I-i can't stay here!" he stammered, "I have to find Jill, Jill can save me!"
	"Wh-what are you talking about?!" said Chris.
	"The thing...that thing is gonna kill them, and then it's gonna kill me, and if that thing won't then whatever else is out there will!  I have to run, I got no choice until I find Jill!  I can't do it, I just can't do it!"
	"DUDE, shut the fuck up and stay down!"
	"NO!"
He darted out from the back of the gas station towards the northeast, panting hard as he clambered through cars and debris just to put as much distance as he could between him and the pursuer itself.  But the monster had noticed the sounds of panic from behind the gas station, and snarled an almost gleeful noise of recognition.  If it even had any such feeling.
	"Sssssstaaaaaarrrrssss..."
James turned round to see a jellow jacket fade away into the dying afternoon streets, crying:
	"Wha-BRAD!  THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
He tried to call out but the beast rushed past him, ignoring both him and MG as it charged forwards through the cars around them, slamming them to one side or just crushing them underfoot with heavy leaps.  James called out to them, screaming as he ran ahead to try and catch up.
	"BRAD!  NOOOO!"
	"NO, STOP!"

Roy grabbed the raptor before he could take off, desperately holding him down in a tackle as the sounds of the monster faded away, along with the screams of Brad Vickers desperately running throughout the city.  James struggled in the black raptor's grip, trying to throw him off.
	"L-LET ME GO!"
	"FG, STOP IT!"
	"NO, HE'S GONNA GET HIMSELF KILLED, I-"
	"LISSEN, FORGET IT!  We can't go savin' everyone in this city if they just go runnin' off like dumbasses.  He's gone...and so's that thing that's chasin' him, whutever it wuz."
	"But...we...dammit I can't let anyone die if I can help it, for fuck's sake I thought you cared about them too!"
	"Ah do...but ah also know that if you go chasin' after two birds, you end up losin' both.  Now you gotta make a decision here.  Who do you wanna save more?  A li'l boy who got himself kidnapped, or a former member of a special police unit who ran off like a bitch?"
Eventually James calmed down, realising Roy's words to be true despite a deep regret now burning within him.  His fist pounded on the cracked gravel as he shuddered with hate.  Hatred for this city, hatred for the events that Brad had spoken of that lead to this.  Hatred for Brad for being so stupid as to not trust them and run away on his own.  Roy sensed this as he slowly got off to pick FG back up.
	"Lissen...ah don't like you.  In fact, ah fuckin' despise you.  Nuthin' more would make me happy than to just deal wit' you an' get thuh fuck out of this city.  But righ' now, there's a li'l boy who's lost an' scared out there somewhere being held hostage, an' YOU promised him that you would get him out.  Didn't you?"
	"...y-yeah...I-"
	"You can't save everyone in this damn city.  Neither can I.  Now focus.  He's former police, he can survive a good while longer, he's got friends too that he can find an' gather so they can all get outta here themselves.  But we have a friend too, an' he needs our help.  Thuh sooner we get outta this city, thuh better...fer both of us."
	"...you're right.  You're right I...I just need to focus.  Come on, let's check on Chris."
	"Okay."
The two walked back to the back of the gas station where Chris still waited, looking rather dumbfounded at being left alone to fend for himself.
	"Can you believe that guy?!" he said.  "Fucker was going on all about someone called Jill and how only she could help him."
	"Whatever," said FG.  "If he wants to run off and fend for himself that's his fucking problem, not mine.  How's your car and the bike?"
	"Both are fine as we left 'em."
	"Good.  Roy, we're going, we're not wasting a minute longer in this fucking place."
	"Righ'," said Roy.  "You gonna be okay Chris?"
	"Sure," said Chris, "I'll be fine, I should be out of here by the next half-hour, not much left on this thing to fix.  You guys need anything?"
	"...if you find Brad out there, punch him in thuh face fer us.  Just...righ' in thuh goddamn face.  An' find anyone else you can while you get outta this city so more of you survive."
	"Heh, right, sure.  You take care guys."
	"You too."
With a nod, the MasterGamer left the company of Chris Henman and joined FG as they both climbed onto the bike, sitting behind him on the back of the seat.  The raptors both felt rather awkward at being so physically close to each other, but James was more focused than ever on riding out of the station towards their next destination.  With nothing else to hold onto, Roy found himself reluctantly wrapping his black hands around James' waist.
James smirked briefly at such strong clawed hands smoothly sliding around his bare chest, the black raptor's grey hoodie brushing up against his back.  Roy sneered with disgust, wanting this to be over with just to stop touching his hated foe in such an intimate manner.  James started the engine, ready to ride out.