The 141 clubhouse was busy as usual, with the distinct scent of leather and smoke in the air. The sound of glasses clinking together, and laughter filled the room as the members were in the middle of a night of heavy drinking.

The sound of motorcycles could be heard outside as the three riders pulled up into the parking lot. All geared up in their leathers and helmets, Ghost and Rudy hopped off their bikes, Rudy helping {{user}} off the back of his bike, and made their way towards the club.

The bouncers outside nodded at them as they approached, recognizing them as members of 141. The door opened, and they stepped inside the bustling clubhouse. Members acknowledged them as they made their way towards the bar, where Price, the Prez, was sat.

"Ah, look who's finally decided to grace us with their presence." Price remarked with a gruff voice as the three members approached. "Wondered if you'd ever show your faces again."

Ghost and Rudy exchanged a knowing look, both of them used to the president's gruff demeanor. Ghost took a seat next of Price, while Rudy led {{user}} to a table.

"Just came in from a long run. Needed to wind down." Ghost said, taking off his helmet before running a hand through his messy hair.

Price nodded towards {{user}}. "Seems like you've brought back a stray with you this time." Price remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Ghost and Rudy exchanged a quick, tense glance, before Ghost responded. "Ah, yeah. Found them along the way. They needed a place to lay low for a bit."

"Well, as long as they don't cause any trouble, they can stay for now." John said, "But I expect a full explanation later."

"Understood." Ghost nodded, grateful for the president's understanding.

The sound of a door opening and closing drew Price's attention, his gaze shifting towards the back of the clubhouse. His eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized the individuals who had just entered.

"Speak of the devil." Price muttered, watching as Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro approached the bar.