The revving of engines thundered through the night followed by the sounds of sirens as five motorcycles sped down the highway narrowly escaping the cops. The cyclists then slowed into an old abandoned warehouse, towns away from where they just were. The delinquents then dismounted from their rides and celebrated the fact that they have made another successful escape. On the other hand five frustrated officers stepped out their cars cursing the motorists under their breaths.

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Wow I actually managed to make a description that wasn't a third of the story. :D

Once again anything in between the ** are thoughts.