Jagger put his leather chaps on over his jeans and buckled them before putting on his leather gloves. The abundance of leather was there to protect him from the elements just as much as road rash if he were to wreck. This was a long protection run, and he knew that he would need the warmth they provided. A knock sounded on the door to his dorm room, and his fellow newly-patched member, Layne, yelled out that they were ready to leave.
“Coming."
He made his way to the bay that they kept the bikes in during winter and saw that he was one of the last to show up.
“Apparently, I'm late. Sorry guys."
“Nah," Travis Steele, the information officer, smirked as he walked up to Jagger. “We're all still waitin' on Liam to get here."
“He's goin' on the run? He hasn't gone on one since they found ou
