I slip back into the darkness at the side of the warehouse to watch out for him and, sure enough, after ten minutes he walks out of the forest and gets onto his bike. Well, fuck me dead. It’s too far away for me to get a decent look but I see that he’s a tall guy, broad and armed to the fucking teeth. Biker boots and a leather jacket but no patches. He doesn’t belong to any club, just himself and his own brand of brutality. I wait until he’s pulled off onto the road, no helmet but he handles his machine with ease, and then I start off into the forest to see what the fuck he was doing. There’s
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