"... I guess I'll take that as a yes." Andy hurries to catch up to the detective, his boots pounding across the pavement.
Given his prior run-ins with the law, he's expecting to be taken to a squad car, if maybe a souped-up one styled in the same fashion as the detective's armor. So when he steps out from behind that hulking frame just ahead of him and sees the vehicle they're headed towards isn't a car at all, but a motorcycle instead, he can't help but do a double-take. It's definitely modeled in the same style as the armor all right, jet-black and sleek in that way that you just know had to cost a fortune. It also looks just large enough to seat one more passenger in addition to its obvious intended rider.
Lucky him.
"Sir yes sir." If ever there was ever an order he's happy to follow, that's the one. Climbing up onto the bike, he glances over his shoulder to see where he should brace his feet before wrapping his arms around the officer's midsection in a grip that's pretty much as tight as he can manage. It doesn't feel like it should - whatever the armor's made out of, it's really something, because he can't even budge it no matter how hard he squeezes. How the detective manages to get in and out of it he can't even begin to guess.
Working up his courage, Andy leans over the detective's shoulder as he's about to gun the engine. "Do you have a name I can call you, or should I just stick with 'sir'?"
here's hoping this works - after three rewrites I've gone a bit cross-eyed. ;_;
Given his prior run-ins with the law, he's expecting to be taken to a squad car, if maybe a souped-up one styled in the same fashion as the detective's armor. So when he steps out from behind that hulking frame just ahead of him and sees the vehicle they're headed towards isn't a car at all, but a motorcycle instead, he can't help but do a double-take. It's definitely modeled in the same style as the armor all right, jet-black and sleek in that way that you just know had to cost a fortune. It also looks just large enough to seat one more passenger in addition to its obvious intended rider.
Lucky him.
"Sir yes sir." If ever there was ever an order he's happy to follow, that's the one. Climbing up onto the bike, he glances over his shoulder to see where he should brace his feet before wrapping his arms around the officer's midsection in a grip that's pretty much as tight as he can manage. It doesn't feel like it should - whatever the armor's made out of, it's really something, because he can't even budge it no matter how hard he squeezes. How the detective manages to get in and out of it he can't even begin to guess.
Working up his courage, Andy leans over the detective's shoulder as he's about to gun the engine. "Do you have a name I can call you, or should I just stick with 'sir'?"