[center][h1][color=lime]Cole Anderson[/color][/h1][/center]

He hadn't kept track of how long it took to get there. Admittedly, it probably took a little while. Whatever the case, the ride was almost peaceful getting up there. The nice soft hum of his sports bike, leading the way slightly in front of the other bike and the car. Cole was a pretty good driver, so he offered to take the lead, and his bike was also the fastest so he could scout ahead. The pretty blonde culinary girl had decided to ride with him, finding a helmet for herself as he felt her arms wrapped around his waist when he drove. It was mildly warm, with the occasional breeze, but the warmth he felt against his back and broad shoulders felt nice. It had been a while since somebody else drove on this bike with him. And in these times, it felt comforting knowing that somebody was there. 

At their destination, Cole slowed to a stop, keeping the engine idle. It seemed quite enough, but just in case things went south, he could pull right on out of there. Although everybody seemed a little too hasty. Sarah got out right away to help some person a few feet away, having no clue who the person was. Hunter went after her, naturally (couldn't find Sarah without him right up her ass). Todd just layed down and seemingly passed out on the pavement. The only person who hadn't moved was Scout, who calmly sat on her bike.

Two men were approaching the party, one holding a gun, somebody who looked to be in the military. You could tell by the way he held it, the way he walked. The other man, however, he didn't have the foggiest idea. Maybe he was the leader? Either way, it seemed nobody wanted to confront these men. Then didn't seem hostile, but somebody would need to talk to them. [color=lime]"Well, looks like I'll be team captain here."[/color] he said to himself, cutting the engine. He shrugged on his backpack, pulling out his pistol but keeping it to his side. The crowbar was sitting on his belt loop, the knife in his jeans pocket. 

[color=lime]"I'm gonna see what they want. Watch my back."[/color] he told the pretty blonde, before walking to meet the men. He came within a few feet away, keeping a firm grip on his pistol but showing he meant no harm. With his helmet still on, the visor pulled down, he surveyed the two of them behind the dark visor.

[color=lime]"So, we heard there's a safe house around here. Would this happen to be the place? Our group was looking for some shelter."[/color]