Chet rode through the streets of Sea Salt Bay on that overcast afternoon. The town itself was as alive with activity as ever. Tourists and locals alike ran to and fro between the various stores and restaurants. Lively chatter and laughter accompanied by the music of a few disparate buskers of diverse styles was the soundtrack to the evenings of Sea Salt Bay. Many people thought it a shame that everything closed so early though. But it is a small town after all. No amount of tourist popularity could change that. Some thunder could be heard in the distance. It seemed that there was a storm rolling in. Chet hoped that it would not rain on his way back from Lancaster Manor. Knowing his luck though, it probably would.

The small group of crew members began to ascend the mountain road. It was a road that Chet himself had taken in secret, many times before. The same old birds tweeted their battle cries and love sonnets on the overhanging trees above. All in all, it remained as peaceful and as picturesque as ever. 

Up ahead though, near the fifth hairpin turn, he saw them. Their appearance caught Chet completely by surprise. 

[color=lime]"What the fuck?"[/color] Chet whispered to himself.

[color=lime]"Pull over boys. Looks like we got company."[/color] ordered Chet.