It was around mid-night when Cole arrived in a small pit stop town.

It was the kind of place that people went to disappear, or at least escape their troubles for a while. That was exactly what he was looking for right now, a break.

He hadn't pulled over in a few days and desperately needed a drink and possibly a place to rest. The town was currently quiet, but that usually meant trouble for him. Despite his usual attempts to avoid it when he could.

He made sure to take the keys to his bike; that was totally not stolen from the leader of the deadlock gang, with him just to be safe. Things had been rough since his last encounter with the deadlock gang, he was being hunted and he knew that. He had to keep his wits about him no matter where he went, but he was used to that; He'd been running from his past for as long as he could remember. Now Talon and Null-sector were invading and the whole world had gone to shit, he didn't want a part of it.

He'd been there and done that, he played the hero and ended up a villain. Now he wanted to make a life for himself and live what time he had left doing what he was good at, even if that meant fighting for his life every now and again.

As he felt the edge starting to slip away, he reached for the door handle of the bar. Pushing it open and heading inside. The place was calm, quiet. Only a few drunkards passed out in booths and a small group of people playing Black Jack at a far table from the door, definitely a quiet crowd for a Saturday.

But Cole didn’t mind, making his way up to the bar…..

When something caught his eye….or rather. Someone.