The car was smelling of... metal.
ooc: he's 16. he can legally drive, and he got his permit for a motorcycle. (i think he's old enough, at least in my country.)
"Hey, boy!" jake said to Willie. He bent down and gave the dog a rub.
His tail wagged.
OOC: It would be the best if he would not have a motorcycle, IMO. I mean guns and motorcycle? That seems a little forced.
ooc: ok, fine.
jake went out to check on his motorcycle. when he touched it, it fell completely apart. he looked at it sadly. "Well, crap."
OOC: Sigh... Good enough.
ooc: no motorcycle!
Jake walked back into the house. "Guess I'm taking the car, then. Who's driving?"
He was still starring at the TV, scared.
Jake frowned. "anything more important?"
Vlad pointed to the TV.
Jake looked at the Tv.
He could see a reporter trying as hard to make live news. The cameraman was pointing his camera to a bunch of battle jets approaching by what seemed to be New York City.
"We're screwed." jake said. He sat down and waited for the jets to come.
"We need to find Athena!"He yelled panicked.
Jake shrugged. "Ok." He walked outside. "OI, ATHENA! GET IN HERE, THERE'S A BUNCH OF JETS HEADED OUR WAY AND I AM NOT GONNA BE THE ONE TO SCRAPE YOUR REMAINS OFF OF THE SIDEWALK!"He walked back inside. "There."
Athena was already out of sight. "Are you stupid?!" He asked, annoyed. "She left a long time ago!!!!"
Jake stopped short. "What?!"
he went into the garage, hopped into the driver's seat of the car and started it up. (assuming it's still there.)"Get in! quickly!"
Edited for inadvertent Double-Post ~ ReeseEH
He did so.
"Which direction did she go?" Jake asked as he pulled out of the garage.
He turned on the car. "You'll see."