[ How'd he get here? Little help from a friend, let's just say that.
But now it's only him and his motorcycle. The old Harley's frame is twisted, handlebars in need of replacement, plenty of bodywork. There's streaks of blood on the side, bits of something like a bizarre goop. Logan, on the other hand, is none the worse for wear, other than the red on his jeans.
Though Scott's gonna make a big fuss, anyhow. Look, as far as Logan's concerned, he did a decent job keeping his bike in one piece. It's not like he's careless with the old girl, but there's not much he can do about getting bodied by a—
Whatever. It came out of fucking nowhere.
When Scott looks up, he'll find Logan with one shoulder resting against the garage's frame, obviously having just arrived with his busted bike in tow, tipped over on its crumpled body outside the garage. The usual racket in the Scrapyard rattles his teeth.
scott.
But now it's only him and his motorcycle. The old Harley's frame is twisted, handlebars in need of replacement, plenty of bodywork. There's streaks of blood on the side, bits of something like a bizarre goop. Logan, on the other hand, is none the worse for wear, other than the red on his jeans.
Though Scott's gonna make a big fuss, anyhow. Look, as far as Logan's concerned, he did a decent job keeping his bike in one piece. It's not like he's careless with the old girl, but there's not much he can do about getting bodied by a—
Whatever. It came out of fucking nowhere.
When Scott looks up, he'll find Logan with one shoulder resting against the garage's frame, obviously having just arrived with his busted bike in tow, tipped over on its crumpled body outside the garage. The usual racket in the Scrapyard rattles his teeth.
Logan lifts a hand in greeting and stuffs his phone back in his pocket. Hey, Scotty. ]