Broken Wings: Chapter One A helmet bounced off the dark granite in the cave, hitting with a hard crack and skidding against the wall. The biker that had tossed it stormed past his already waiting partner. The younger man grimaced as he took off his gloves."I don't get it, why do we keep doing this?! There's no point!"His partner looked at him calmly, sliding off his cloak and mantle, hanging them in their place. His eyes were ice blue, and tired. As he spoke, he shook his head. "We continue because there are still criminals out there that need to be stopped."The young man scowled at his older partner. "And for what? I'm tired of it. We work at this forever and a
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Quitters never win, and winners never quit.
But those who never win and never quit are idiots.
But yeah, thanks. I'm planning on coloring the Arwing later, possibly add in some slight reflection off of the canopy behind her.