You are stranded in the middle of the night. You’ve been waiting for a taxi for a few hours now but not even one came by.

As you crouch, a group of bikers passed, as if they didn’t see you. But, after a few minutes, one of them came back and stopped in front of you.

“Hop in, Big Boss is waiting for you.” He said. He’s the last person in the group that passed by earlier.

He must be talking about the head biker, guiding their group, upfront. and he’s waiting for you for some reason.