"Yup, there were egg shell fragments, all right," Lisa Masa, detective for the NYPD and currently best friend to an unlikely band of protector said, dropping a folder on the kitchen table a few days later. "But the boys at the lab found some kind of residue of flash powder all over them. Forensics thinks they are some kind of homemade smoke bombs."

"Really carefully made smoke bombs." Lex marveled, as he glanced over the table to eye them with admiration. "Do you realize how much work it would take just to get the yoke out and the powder in?"

"How did you get them to look at them without giving us away?" Goliath asked, picking up the folder with a mind for his claws.

"Oh, simple. I told them these were found at recent robberies. They already suspected something of this kind from some strange break-ins and the like from a few years ago."

"What can you tell us about what happened those two years ago?" Goliath asked, with a raised eye ridge.

"Not much. I was on another case at the time, trying to prove I was detective material. But I did a little digging. It seemed as though there was a whole lot of chaos, what with the two invasions of those brain things and all, and that got rid of a lot of the info. But some of the activity could have been pinned onto the purple dragons."

"Purple dragons?"

"Some gang that was big back then. I found out they are still active, but a new leader is running them. Don't know anything else about them. Though what files I could find of them said they weren't that bright."

"What else is new." Brooklyn rolled his eyes, as he listened. "I'm starting to think gangs require an I.Q. max to join."
"Oh, look who pays attention to my psych lectures." Lex teased.

Brooklyn growled and shoved Lexington away from him.

"What was the cause of the other activity?" Goliath asked, giving the two younger Gargoyles a stern look as if to tell them to focus.

"Well, that's when it starts getting really dicey. There is proof of ninja activity all over the city, but it is not clear if it was all from the same group or different groups. We can't even tell if they were in conflict if there was more than one, or working together. Later, they closed the case, thinking it was some earlier activity of a notorious vigilante by the name of Nightwatcher. He in turned vanished a few months ago."

Lex trailed away from the table, with a bored expression on his face, and drifted over to where Broadway was typing away at the laptop a ways away. "what are you doing?"

"Chatting."

"Hey, is that PartyAnimal?"

"Yup."

"Huh, say hi for me."

"Will do."

"What are you chatting about, anyway?"
"We agreed to meet to...dang typos. I wish you can make a keyboard that is claw-friendly.."

"Working on it, working on it. What are you guys talking about already?"

"Well, just to swap recipes. I want to update our meal options." Broadway said, with a quiet little smile of pride. "He got some good ones and liked my bread one."
"you mean that one from back in the day?"
"Yup." Broadway frowned as he read some lines. Brooklin had drifted over to the other two by that time and was using his height to great advantage by looking over Broad's shoulders to read what was on the screen. Lex growled and glanced over at the red gargoyle with a look of pure envy.

"Not sure about this one, though," Broadway said a few minutes later, tapping the screen gently.

"Not sure about what?" Brooklin and Lex asked at the same time, then stared at each other in surprise.
"Well, this recipe Party just sent. He calls it, well, a P-Shake?"

Lex quickly covered his mouth with both hands, while even Brooklin turned a little green. "Humans are disgusting." He said, with a sour expression on his face.

"I can't think of anything that could possibly sound less appealing," Lex added with a groan.

"Well, there is haggis."
"Keep talking like that, and I'll hurl all over you."

"Can I watch?" Brooklyn asked sarcastically.

"Ha, ha. You're so very funny."

"I try," Brooklyn answered with a smirk. Then he grew more serious. "How do you two know this clown, anyway? Don't you know him?"
"Oh, Party's an online friend," Lex answered since Broadway was reading again and didn't seem to hear the question.

"Okay, so that is definitely a no. Personally, I rather keep it that..."

"Ha." Broadway broke in. Party just admitted that the P-Shake is still in the works."
"Stop saying that name!" Lex pleaded, but the other two ignored him.

"He said he called it that because he was trying to combine pizza and milkshakes. He says that he now is starting to think that maybe he should give it up."
"He should burn it."

"Brook, that was not nice." Broadway retorted as Lex drifted away with a sick look on his face, and his hand on his stomach. "I agree, but still."