Late into the night... just before dawn, a cruise ship pulling into the ports of Savannah. The mist rolls up from the sea following the soundless passage of the ship. Aboard there is quiet efficient movement as the seaman's duties are fulfilled.
As he offloads, taking a deep breath of the humid Savannah air, he stretches his muscular frame up to his full height of 6'1", dark suede pants mold along his legs as a loose linen blouse completes his outfit.
Dark hair teases the breeze, as his silken brown eyes take in the harbor. Tall building, still bustling with nightlife meet his gaze. As he looks he notes some odd actions of the locals, but shrugs... different country, different rules. Just as he grabs his black leather bag and tosses it over his shoulder; he notices two men approaching him from across the port. One was as big as a house, burly and beefy, dressed in a muscle shirt with black leather pants, biker boots; the other was smaller, dressed in an old army jacket with some kinda of insignia imprinted on the back, leather pants , leather biker boots and a torn tee shirt, again in black, he had long black hair that he wore loose.
((Enter Jay and Torch))
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