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Hark took up the book and opened it, eyeing the first chapter with amusement. "Nah, local motorcycle chapter friend." Hark gestured to the Harley attached to the roof with chains. "First chapter, original and the first, man." Hark threw down the whiskey and slammed the glass on the counter, tip down.

"We live here, just as everyone else does, we look out for each other, Phil. We're all in this shit together, that's what the Vankoryth taught us." Hark continued, grinning. "My bike was made in 1988, not far off in the production line of this here book. I might give it a read, thanks friend." Hark hefted up the book, flicked though the pages once more and slammed it on the counter.

"I've got a feelin' those fuckheads aren't done though. If it's one thing those outsider dickheads do, it's do things in the extreme."