Joe

Under the Oregon night, Joe, the model-like biker, rode his Harley. An enforcer for the Iron Vipers, his saddlebags held handguns for Portland. Gunrunning was his main job, along with protection and stolen goods. His face was a mask, his eyes cold. Alone in his cabin, the past sometimes whispered. On the road, he was danger, marked by his choices. Darkness clung to him in the rain.