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The peaceful, quiet air that the farm house hosted soon became polluted with the noise of a loud, revving engine and the faint smell of gasoline. Someone on a motorcycle was fast pulling up the long driveway leading to the house. Once the man reached the front of the house, he stepped off of the red and black cruiser and set the kickstand down. The apparel he had on seemed to be fitting for the loud machine; a bandanna tied back his overgrown hair, boots covered his feet, and some sunglasses were over his eyes. The leather jacket he had on had a few patches on the back; the top read 'The Red Desert Devils'. The second, largest patch was a stylized image of a devil on top of a motorcycle, kicking up dust, and the last simply read 'Reno, NV'.

The Devils were a large biker gang in the American southwest, and had garnered some fame when a chapter in Phoenix chased down and assaulted an accused child molester who escaped sentencing. The man that had pulled up to the farm house began looking at the house from the outside, and stepped in the front door, unaware that there could be anyone there watching him.