The Jetta and the jeep met on Main Street as they followed Liz
through town. Max had had enough sense to put the top up to be less
conspicuous, and Maria followed behind them with Michael, Kyle, and Tess.
Michael had made Maria stop at the Valenti residence on the way to meet up
with Max and the others to see if Kyle was still interested in seeing what
was really going on at the club. Kyle eagerly agreed to come, and Tess
insisted upon being involved as well since she was an integral part of the
group. That was that. Isabel and Michael communicated via cell phones
between the two vehicles. But to their amazement, instead of turning right
to leave Roswell, Liz turned left and headed to the dead center of town.
They maintained a comfortable enough distance to not be noticed, and were
very confused when they saw Liz pull up to the movie theater. Max pulled
over to the side of the road and Maria did the same.
"God, I can't see anything," Max said, his tone displaying his obvious frustration. Alex smiled and rummaged around in the bag he had brought with.
"Relax. Have no fear, I always come through in the end," Alex joked as he pulled out a pair of binoculars. Isabel gave him a hypocritical glance and he shrugged. "What? All I said was that Liz wouldn't like what we're doing and that there should be a better way to find out what's going on with here. I never said I didn't want to know, and besides, isn't using binoculars a better way to find out what's happening?" Alex's tone and Max's smirk caused Isabel's façade to crumble a little, and a smile escaped her lips as Alex handed the binoculars up to the front.
"Why hasn't she gotten out of the car yet anyways?" Isabel asked, squinting to try and see better.
"I don't know," Max replied as he peered through the binoculars. "I'm seeing some movement in the car, but it's too dark to see anything clearly.
A brand new lime green speed motorcycle pulled up next to Liz's vehicle, momentarily catching their attention. It was the kind of bike Maria would call a "crotch rocket" - the manifestation of the words "sleek and sexy" in the motorcycle world. The car's overhead light turned on as Liz opened her driver's side door and gracefully climbed out. Her black leather pants and matching boots glinted as the light hit them and reflected off, but her black silk top soaked up the artificial rays. 'Probably the material.' Isabel heard the thought in her mind, but it barely seemed to register in her brain. She was too shocked to even think as she gaped at Liz's outfit. Max's jaw was hanging open and Alex's eyes were glazed over.
"She looks really... uh," Isabel squeaked.
Max coughed and interrupted her. "Good... she looks really good."
"Yeah," Alex agreed, finally finding his voice.
They watched Liz converse with the biker and then hand him something. He passed her his helmet and they exchanged a few more pleasantries before she climbed on his bike and started the engine. He waved her goodbye and walked in to the movie theater. Liz slid on the helmet, pushed the kickstand up with her heel, and pulled away, the tires squealing. She seemed to know how to handle the bike as well as a professional. Both Max and Maria had trouble keeping up as they tailed her to Phoenix. It was a good thing that Max, Alex, and Isabel had little to say on the drive. Maria's party wasn't so lucky.
"God, I can't see anything," Max said, his tone displaying his obvious frustration. Alex smiled and rummaged around in the bag he had brought with.
"Relax. Have no fear, I always come through in the end," Alex joked as he pulled out a pair of binoculars. Isabel gave him a hypocritical glance and he shrugged. "What? All I said was that Liz wouldn't like what we're doing and that there should be a better way to find out what's going on with here. I never said I didn't want to know, and besides, isn't using binoculars a better way to find out what's happening?" Alex's tone and Max's smirk caused Isabel's façade to crumble a little, and a smile escaped her lips as Alex handed the binoculars up to the front.
"Why hasn't she gotten out of the car yet anyways?" Isabel asked, squinting to try and see better.
"I don't know," Max replied as he peered through the binoculars. "I'm seeing some movement in the car, but it's too dark to see anything clearly.
A brand new lime green speed motorcycle pulled up next to Liz's vehicle, momentarily catching their attention. It was the kind of bike Maria would call a "crotch rocket" - the manifestation of the words "sleek and sexy" in the motorcycle world. The car's overhead light turned on as Liz opened her driver's side door and gracefully climbed out. Her black leather pants and matching boots glinted as the light hit them and reflected off, but her black silk top soaked up the artificial rays. 'Probably the material.' Isabel heard the thought in her mind, but it barely seemed to register in her brain. She was too shocked to even think as she gaped at Liz's outfit. Max's jaw was hanging open and Alex's eyes were glazed over.
"She looks really... uh," Isabel squeaked.
Max coughed and interrupted her. "Good... she looks really good."
"Yeah," Alex agreed, finally finding his voice.
They watched Liz converse with the biker and then hand him something. He passed her his helmet and they exchanged a few more pleasantries before she climbed on his bike and started the engine. He waved her goodbye and walked in to the movie theater. Liz slid on the helmet, pushed the kickstand up with her heel, and pulled away, the tires squealing. She seemed to know how to handle the bike as well as a professional. Both Max and Maria had trouble keeping up as they tailed her to Phoenix. It was a good thing that Max, Alex, and Isabel had little to say on the drive. Maria's party wasn't so lucky.
