Allen rides down the street at the head of a Lost Souls convoy. As the VP of the Souls, he has a duty to lead meet ups for business while the President is away. The bike convoy rolls to a stop at an abandoned building. The dilapidated apartment was a perfect cover in downtown for a less than legal business deal. I stand up after parking my bike and walk forward with my club brothers behind me. I press a button on the side of my helmet and a screaming skull decal materializes on my faceplate. With my most trusted brothers at my back I knock on the door and wait for a response, flexing my fingers on the handle of my revolver.