The day was hot, way hotter then usual in a Michigan town dominated by the local gangs. You had the battleborns, a westie gang bred in violence and anger, then the Wild dogs... a gang where African Americans were dominant. Then you had the Russians. The fact was though is that their were smaller gangs rising and John Spencer, a local forty year old man looking for a job was about to find this out the hard way and bloody his body and have the ink to prove it. Now with the victim age there was a huge problem with people that didn't want to make there own way and expect hand outs which the seven foot muscular nan was finding out with a man getting in his face about wanting a job in his corporation. Now for John, it was more a annoyance then anything. Where this guy was blaming the middle class for his problems on higher taxes and lower revenue. But that was all about to change as five men came in. One was in a wife beater and on his arms was a sleeve that looked like sleeves of a straitjacket, chains wrapped around it and on his neck, a plate reading heathen. This man had a six foot nine stature and a devils stare.<br/><br/><br/>The next man was a man who had a suit on, a hardened look and a tattoo of a spider web on his neck that had a plaque that said predator on his hand and on the back of his neck it said heathen in cursive letters. He had a baseball bat in his hand and a caption gar in his mouth. His hair was pitch black and slick from a dab of grease. He stood at a whopping seven foot two and had a look of a killer.<br/><br/>The third guy looked the most unhinged though. To the point where he had a muzzle on and and a look of pure feral rage. In his hand was a Thompson machine gun and his clothing consisted of a sleeveless modified strait jacket and scrub pants. He was the shortest at five foot six and yet to John the man looked the most dangerous. His hair was in a Mohawk and his teeth were razor sharp and the theme of the plaque name of heathen was on the man's collar of his straitjacket.<br/><br/>The other two looked like hard core criminals, one being a man that seemed to be Irish and the other a man that seemed to have been to war as well. The or she had shamrock tattoos on his back and a crazy looking one with a reaper and his plaque on the reapers neck. Heathen, heathen, heathen. What was wrong with these guys. The Irishmen stood at a meek 6'2 and the soldier boy stood at the top at eight feet tall with a bulldog tattoo that held two machine guns. But their was no plaque. John didn't know it, but these men were all damaged and the soldier was getting initiated into the gang with murder. The one with the straitjacket and the soldier came up to the man and asked John." This ass hat kissing you off?" Chains asked with a gruff voice, John nodding as the soldier grabbed him, took the man into the bathroom and some loud bangs were made. John thought the man had been beaten, but he'd find out when it was too late that he had gotten worse in the form of death." Need a job Mr...... Spencer?" He asked with a grin before John nodded and jackal jumped up and down." Another heathen, another heathen.... Heathen!" Chains looked at the man and he immediately shut up with the man turning to him and handing him a card that said Heathens incorporated." Come meet the boss, he will set you up."<br/><br/>John was hesitant at first, hell he knew better then to go see if the man was ok and thought differently because the man had him pissed. But now he was in front of a Motorcycle clubhouse named heathens incorporated and he was ready to ask folks r his cut. He knew it was a bad idea, mostly because some clubs were bad news and this one had some psychotic looking men outside. He walked in, chains grinning and leading him to the boss and sitting him down at the large oak counter where he was brought whiskey and offered a cigar. He took both and lit the cigar before turning to the president of the club." I heard you might be looking for extra help. What's the deal?"<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="273" data-username="@KittyCantEven" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/273/">@KittyCantEven</a>