DAY 1 - THE BEGINNING Time- 10:23 A.M. Weather: Rainy/ Cloudy Current threat: None MASTER POST The rain poured down in waves soaking the Earth as if this was the end of all days. The street corners were flooded due to the drains being cloaked with debris from a wind storm. Thankfully a tornado had not spawned...this time. The sound of thunder did not come from the heavens, but it instead from the engines of motorcycles riding through the rain. Normally for inexperienced riders it would be difficult to navigate a bike through the rain, but the men on these iron horses knew for far too long how to ride in even the most dangerous of weather. These men belonged to what seemed like the town's own set of heroes, some would call them vigilantes and criminals, but of course everyone had their own thoughts about the Aces of Hell. However, this charter was unlike any other because here was where it all started. The original charter, the original family of bikers, and the legacy they had started began in Silver Falls. A large lot sat on the outskirts of town, two buildings stood within the gated walls. A noticeable sign hung above each of the entrances- Croft Vehicle Repairs and Impound. It was a 'safe' business, but it was a cover story just as good as any other. For the true job of the A. O. H. was to run illegal guns throughout the southern and eastern border of the United States. It was dangerous, but isn't a man's job supposed to be? Desk jobs and lumber mills had little excitement to them besides to build an empire within one it was revolutionary. As men rode into the lot, each at their own times, it was clear that the Prince was absent at the moment.