<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the road/parking lot<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Everybody<br/><br/>As the others prepared for the next, brief step in their journey, he took out his cellphone and sent off a quick text to Elena.<strong><em>Coming home soon. Five minutes or so. Bringing almost a dozen friends, so don't get spooked. The world's going to hell, will fill you in when I get back.</em></strong><br/><br/>All of a sudden, the relative quiet of the place was disturbed by the sound of an engine coming to life. Following this was the revving of the bikes powerful engine, causing a roaring raucous. He gave it a minute, and as he saw the other cars coming to life, he quietly took off. He kept the pace slow, and traveled at point, naturally. When a turn approached, he would signal by waving either his left or right arm, for the appropriate turn.<br/><br/>The distance wasn't that far; by car, it really only took them about eight minutes, and after three, they would be able to see the three apartment buildings, squat, square, two story affairs, ahead of them. He guided everybody into the parking lot, which was still mostly filled with cars, as their occupants never arose to go to work.<br/><br/>The complex had three buildings stationed equidistantly around a small--something like a thousand square feet-- park like area in the middle, which had some trees, flowers, footpaths, bench, table, and grill; a nice little outdoor get together area. A road circled around the whole park area, with parking spaces right alongside the park area, most of which were occupied. However, the road in this place was thick enough that they could just park right alongside it, outside the apartment building, much like Jack was going to.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Apartment complex layout</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/aptcmplx.png)<br/></div></div><br/>Outside Apartment Building 2, Jack parked his bike only a few feet away from the entrance. He turned it off, put down the stand, and as he got off it, he made sure it was steady and secure. He grabbed the keys out of the ignition, then the large bag off of the sissy bar, and waited for everybody to find a place to park, and gather.