[b]Tom Morhaime - The Florence - Tony Teixeira[/b]

They hadn't broken a law all day, aside from maybe a few traffic violations. This little group of bikers had just been out for a leisurely afternoon ride. So why was this screw following them? Tom wasn't sure anyone else noticed, but when the pack roared up to the Florence and they all turned their bikes to face the street and back their wheels against the curb, he saw that same car waltz on over and park nearby. 

He took off his helmet(carbon fiber, full face, only the best) and dumped it unceremoniously on the seat of his bike, and walked into the bar, stripping his gloves off as he went. He threw the doors open and just barely caught sight of Tony walking out the back door. 

"Hey, Tone, hold up." He jogged through the bar and caught up to him, threw an arm over his shoulder and said in an undertone. "Where's Mr. McCray? I think we were followed coming back."