Earth 36281 Tampa, Florida
In the night life of Tampa, it was unusually quiet, for the most popular nighttime of clubbing, restaurants and bars
In a alleyway, a bunch of sparks are seen before in a quick flash of light and smoke, a man dropped down into the floor hitting the concrete with a thud landing on his side as the man took a few deep breaths laying down for a good few minutes catching his breath, before groaning and getting up as the man wore a black leather sleeveless jacket as he gets up revealing a logo on the back detailing an MC or motorcycle club
The man stumbled as he was revealed to be well over 6 feet well 6'4 in that regard as he stretches revealing a gray t shirt that was fitted against a muscular broad chest that has some dirt and blood on it and some worn blue jeans with Moc toe boots on as he looks around in shock this man is Y/n Kaine former member of the Mayans Mc of Yuma and an army veteran that once served in the NightStalkers and CAGY/n: I'm out! Oh thank fuck! At least I landed somewhere
He then looks around out of the alley noticing the people in swimsuits, bikinis and the other noticeable signs of Tampa walking past the dark alleyway as he simply begins to think and looks at the signs around
Y/n: Florida? Been too long since I even been in here, or at least where I'm supposed to go....
The man trails off as he groans feeling his joints crack as he then looks before seeing a motorcycle there, it was his old custom fatboy 114 that was covered in some black slime and dirt
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