Girl on a Mission

Antalya found her way to the garage and froze. Three motorcycles and multiple cars. Looking around she saw a black motorcycle and felt herself grin. Going over to the wall, she saw sets of keys hanging on pegs. She tied back her long black hair and pulled the leather jacket she had taken out a room on the third floor. It was black with three orange stripes on each arm, a little big on her but she zipped it up and flexed her fingers starting up the bike and blasting out the open door as a door opened loudly behind her. Pulling out her phone she held it to her ear precariously as it rang.

"Hello?" She answered calmly.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind!" a voice hissed into her ear.

"Probs my friend," she said not even knowing who it was and hanging up. "Probs"

Man on a Mission

"Logan!" Storm called as he growled at his phone and folded it into his pocket. "What happened?"

"The new girl took a bike and my jacket." He growled looking out the open door and grabbing the keys for his other bike.

"What are you doing?" She asked wrapping her arms around her sides.

"Going to find her." He said speeding off before she could talk again