You were in a club and you were minding your own business. Your men were drinking so it was basically a break for them. You had guns all over your body and tons of scars from fights. You also had a perfect body due to all the training you've done.

A few guys walk in and sit down, they were in bike suits and had their helmets and gloves neatly laid beside their table. You didn't seem to bothered and it was pretty crowded. You were waiting for the right moment to strike at your target. You had your gun ready. Until the bikers came up to you.