Brooklyn alighted on the roof of the museum. Apparently their burglar had also entered that way. Half of the glass skylight had been ripped clean off.

Brooklyn whistled in dismay, surveying the damage, "Well Elisa," He said into the radio, "Looks like we're not dealing with a human here."

Elisa's voice sighed, "Great. Proceed with caution…we'll be there in a couple of minutes."

"Right." Brooklyn silently dropped down into the museum and strained his ears. He heard a distant crash and hastened down to the right to follow the noise. A few unconscious guards along the way convinced him he was on the right track. Surprisingly, Brooklyn realized as he more closely examined one of the fallen guards, whoever or whatever had done this had taken great care with all the guards. None of them had so much as a scratch on them. They were all laid out very carefully on their backs. Brooklyn scratched his head, puzzled. This didn't seem like the work of your typical burglar at all. His head reared up, the sound of breaking glass was louder now: it was coming from the Aztec room. Brooklyn saw a figure crouched over a broken glass case, sifting through it, searching for something. With a roar he charged in head first, tackling the would-be thief and bringing them to the ground.

"Alright, stop right where you are! Who are you, and what do you want?" He paused, looking at the captive beneath him. The first sight he was met with was a pair of shockingly bright green eyes. He gasped as he realized it was a gargoyle…a young, female gargoyle.

"Can't…talk…" She choked out.

"What? Who are you working for? Why won't you talk?"

She forcefully shoved Brooklyn off of her and sat up, "Because you were sitting on my solar plexus!" She wheezed. She gathered her bearings quickly and looked at her assailant. "A…a gargoyle!" She gasped. They both scrambled to their feet and circled one another, teeth bared, sizing each other up. She was a young gargoyle, probably around Brooklyn's age, in what looked to be fairly good physical condition. She had deep grey skin, darker than Goliath's, and long, thick, curly burgundy hair that two petit, cat-like ears poked out of along the sides. Oddly enough, she appeared to be completely unarmed. Her clothing was surprisingly contemporary: she wore a deep red tank top and a pair of cutoff jean shorts out of which poked a rather long tail with a tuft of burgundy fur on the end. Apart from the four small horns protruding on either side of her forehead, and her eyes, her face looked almost human: it had a sprightly, puckish quality. She had two wide almond cat eyes that glowed a bright inquisitive green, a pert little nose and a small pair of lips, now pursed together pensively as she regarded her adversary, the tips of her fangs just visible.

"Who are you?" Brooklyn reiterated, "How did you get here?"

The girl didn't seem intimidated, "What are you, a cop?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, sure…NYPD, hands up."

"Nice uniform." The girl said playfully.

Brooklyn smiled, "I'm an undercover agent."

"I'm sure. Where's your badge?" She smirked.

"Left it in my other pair of pants."

The gargoyle smiled despite herself, "Not bad. But if you'll excuse me…" She raced into the next room, knocking a column over along the way to slow Brooklyn in his pursuit. As Brooklyn leapt over the column another museum guard jumped out holding a gun, his hand quaking.

"Alright, freeze! What the…" He quailed in fear at the creature before him. The gargoyle advanced a little closer and the guard shot. With a slight gasp of fear she jumped out of the way. Quickly she whipped her tail around and knocked the guard out with it, reaching her arms up to break his fall. Brooklyn watched in surprise as she gently laid him down on the ground, took the gun from his hand and bent the muzzle, tossing it away. She raised her tail up to smash another glass case, but, seeing Brooklyn out of the corner of her eye trying to sneak up behind her, whipped her tail back around, first to stun him with a blow to the head, then to knock his feet out from under him. Once he was flat on his back, while Brooklyn was still stunned, the gargoyle speedily rolled the nearby fallen column onto his outstretched wing, followed by two heavy broken display cases. It was enough to keep him pinned to the floor, his wing trapped firmly. It wouldn't hold him off long, but it bought the girl the time she needed.

"I'm really sorry," She said hastily, breaking the glass case. "I'd like you to know I don't normally do things like this…" She reached her hands in and began to dig around for something frantically, as Brooklyn tried to tug his wing free. The girl was quite strong…he was having a difficult time lifting his weights. "Eureka!" She exclaimed tossing glass and debris aside to grab hold of her object.

"If you're so sorry then why are you stealing in the first place?" Brooklyn grunted, pushing one of the glass cases off.

The gargoyle felt the need to defend herself, "I don't consider this stealing." She held up a gold, gem encrusted amulet shaped like the moon, "It's thousands of years old…I think that makes it public domain, don't you?"

"Obviously not." Brooklyn asserted, finally pulling his wing free. He yelped a little as his wing tore a bit. The gargoyle winced slightly, backing away towards the door.

"I got what I wanted…can't we just call it quits?"

Brooklyn advanced towards her, "I'm afraid not." Elisa and Matt were probably in the museum right now, making their way towards them. If he could just keep her talking… "You…you don't seem like your typical thief…"

"Thank you." She said softly, her eyes darting down the hall to her nearest escape.

"Why are you doing this? How did you even get here? I didn't think there were any other gargoyles in Manhattan. Where do you come from?"

The girl wasn't playing ball, "Odds are I'm faster than you."

"Sure you wanna take those odds?" Brooklyn asked, gearing up for a chase.

"Doesn't seem like I have much of a choice." She bolted on all fours, sprinting down the hall. Brooklyn gave chase, but she was indeed faster than him. Thankfully Elisa and Matt had caught up. They were standing under the broken skylight in the middle of the hallway, guns drawn.

"Freeze, police!" Elisa called out. The girl gargoyle saw them and, rather than running straight through them at breakneck speed and knocking them over, reflexively spun out to the side to avoid them and crashed into a nearby statue. Brooklyn skidded to a halt and cautiously approached her, concerned. "You're under arrest!" Elisa continued.

"Oooh…" She moaned, "that sucked." Elisa and Matt exchanged puzzled glances, keeping their weapons trained on the gargoyle.

Brooklyn asked gently, "Are you alright?" She was sprawled out on her back, looking up at the skylight. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she smiled. The deafening sound of a helicopter filled the room, a rope tumbled down from the open hole in the ceiling.

"I am now!" She responded, tackling Brooklyn full force. The two struggled momentarily. They seemed to be fairly equally matched, neither could quite get the upper hand. Elisa followed them with her gun, but the other gargoyle was too close to Brooklyn for her to get a clear, safe shot. In a quick move the girl jabbed her knee into his stomach quickly, knocking the wind out of Brookyln. Gracefully she flipped him over her back and snapped her body around, tossing Brooklyn right into Elisa and Matt knocking all three over. The girl gargoyle then made a run for it and grabbed hold of the rope. As the gargoyle was quickly lifted out of the room she gazed down at Brooklyn. He stared back up at her, burning with curiosity. Matt managed to squeeze off a few shots at the helicopter, but none of them made their mark. By the time they had all gotten to their feet, the helicopter was long gone.

Elisa holstered her gun with a grunt of frustration, "Blast it…Brooklyn, was that a gargoyle?"

"I…I think it was." He murmured, gazing up through the skylight.

Matt Bluestone approached, putting an arm on Brooklyn, "No time to discuss it now, back up should be arriving any second."

"Right." Elisa nodded swiftly, "Matt, you stay here and deal with them…I think I need to tell Goliath." Brooklyn spread his wings and bent slightly, allowing Elisa to throw her arms around his neck. He dug his claws into the cement and climbed up to the roof, his friend clinging to his back. They took off just as four more squad cars arrived.