** LBMC Clubhouse, Hells' Kitchen (NYC) **
12:43 PM, Sunny, 78°
Jeremy sat on his bike, smoking a non-filter cigarette and moving his head to the faint speed metal coming from inside the clubhouse.
He adjusted his cut, a old beaten up leather vest with the Breeds' back patch. A screaming wolf's skull, surrounded by fire with the name "LOST BREED" ribboned over it.
A police cruiser slowly rolled by, Jeremy waving in a sarcastic manner. "Pigs.." He whispered, turning his wave into a middle finger as the cruiser sped away.