The roar of the motorcycles was going to alert the Sons of Diablo, we didn't care. We were coming for blood and vengeance. The rain had abated for the time being, and it felt good riding amongst brothers again. I had tried to fill the void with the other bounty hunters, but I never connected with them like I did with the MC. We were brothers, the family we got to choose. I had won my way back into their favor, and my former position. We pulled up at the Sons of Diablo warehouse, the one that connected their drug ring, we were going to cripple it. "It's the Lost Sou-" A gunshot ended his warning. We all get off our bikes and I unholster the Ashwinder. We move as a group and stack up on the side door. A quick nod and I blow the lock off and follow Dirk into the warehouse. (Waiting for Hickory, he remembers my old gang) Also sorry I've been super inactive, work has me there all the time