K, so based on reviews I heard that the last chapter was rather confusing, and reading it back to myself, you were completly right. So I addefd some things and made some changes. If it still needs work let me know because I'm here to please my readers, so thank you for being honest!
Stealth and chips quietly pursued Spot, wary of the people all around. Stealth was the top bird for Manhattan, never caught, never noticed, always accurate. Chips, still in training, was around 12, and Stealth, 16 loved her like as a sister. Chips love for him was a bit different though, she had always admired him, which is why she volunteered so eagerly to become a bird. "Ise kinda nuiyvous, dis bein me foiyst task and all," whispered Chips. "Aw, youse'll do fine, it's an easy stawt." assured Stealth. He motioned for silence, upon reaching the bridge. They realized that if they were going to remain unnoticed they would have to hold up and allow a little more distance between themselves and Spot.
Spot was deep in thought, he'd been frustrated since Jack had learned the truth, they care to much, they need to just back off, let him lie low for a while. But even Spot knew deep down that it was impossible for him, the King of Brooklyn, to simply disappear. It was a lose lose situation, every option, every idea had a downside overruling all the good. Spot had gotten so inverted as he mulled over the problem that he hadn't even noticed the approaching men. They quickly brought him down and tried in vain to silence him. In a moment of horror and realization, a thought hit Spot, Jack always sends birds, so he yelled at the top of his lungs, sending up a prayer that he had been heard.
A cry rang out into the night. Sharing a knowing look, Chips sprinted back towards Manhattan and Stealth ran towards the action. A ring of men had surrounded the fallen King and were beating him. Stealth immediately did the first thing that came to his mind, a distraction, "Spotty it's da bulz!!!!!! Youse gotta get outa ere!!!!!" The men looked around fearing the worst only to see Stealth, he ran at the men and skidded to a halt. He was never much of a fighter, which is why his job was a bird. Watch the action, report the action, never start or stop it, but here he had no choice. With a loud battle cry he ran at the group swinging his fists uncontrollably. He took quite the beating before the men left, hoping that the two newsies would be caught by the police.
By the time the Manhattan group had arrived, the men had retreated expecting the police to arrive at any moment. Chips ran to Stealth's side as the rest separated between Spot and the bird. Chips couldn't help her tears, "Youse is da bravest boiyd ise evuh laid me eyes on." she whispered as she stroked his battered face. Jack quickly split the group into two halves, the first half's job was to take Spot to his boys in Brooklyn, the second half's job was to bring Stealth back home.
Jack sighed wishing he had ignored Spots wishes and sent a larger group along in the first place. Now his best bird was injured and Spot, worse off then before. There was a light side to the situation at hand, it bought him more time to plan everything out, and it gave Michelle a task to keep herself busy while in hiding. She can play nurse for a while.
Michelle gasped as an entourage of newsies carried in the wounded bird. "Ere, place im on dis bunk." she ordered, "Bring me some watuh, several cloths and uh, foiyst aid kit." She and Chips knelt beside Stealth, Chips holding his hand. "He'se gonna be jis fine, jis fine." Michelle assured with a smile. "Ya tink so Preachuh?" inquired the young newsie, Michelle looked down at the girl, "Ise know so."
