In an old dive bar in town. Things were going splendidly well. It was a nice sunny day with a cool autumn breeze, and a variety of people could be found at the bar at all hours. All them having a good time sharing stories and laughs and just being social. Even group bikers that would roll up not long after and would join in on the fun. You'd think they'd cause trouble given how they all had the biker gang tattoos, and attire and even the gruff look they all had, but there were surprisingly quite friendly and merry. They really didn't cause much trouble for anyone and were just having a fun time like everyone else there. It was until a stranger walked in dressed in a long trench coat that covered his entire body and large hat that covered his face. He'd looked like an old times detective from this old 1950-60 movies. What made stand it even more was when he walked. It sounded as if he was walking with metal peg legs, which made some folk wonder if he was veteran. The stranger would approach one of the bikers sitting down and just hover over him and not say a word. The bikers trying not to be rude would ask."Can you help you with something, friend?" He said before stranger would pull his left hand out of his pocket, and along with it, a gun. Without moments notice, the cloaked stranger would fire multiple rounds into the man's head. And with the first few shots fired, panic would ensue. Patrons would rush to escape, but find the door was locked and would not budge, as other members of the bikers gang would try and fight off the stranger would be dispatched as quickly as the first man he shot. One biker would break open windows so that they all could escape, but the stranger would shoot bikers in the back the moments they tried to leave. From the looks of it, the cloaked man would only be interested in the bikers, allowing the rest of the customers to flee to safety. The remaining bikers would do their best to subdue the stranger, but it felt as if their attacks had no effect on him. It's almost like he felt no pain or rather cared for it. Eventually, the last of the bikers were killed off, excuted, and brutalized on the spot. The bartender was the only one remaining in the bar, and when he tried to escape. The stranger would grab him by his neck and lift him up. Eventually, the man would finally speak."Where... are... they?" He asked, but his voice was strange. It sounded as if his voice had a robotic reverb to it. Eventually, the man would reach into his pocket and pull out a piece of paper, and show it to the bartender. The moment the bartender saw what was on the paper, he'd begin to panic and sweat profusely. "Where... are.. THEY HIDING!!!" The man would yell out. Luckily for the bartender, he had hit an emergency panic button hidden on the underside of the bar counter itself. Notifying the police and another group of unquie individuals.
