It was finally time. The task had been set. It was two fold. To accompany a delivery of Midas Touch, a high potency grade of cocaine from Philadelphia to The New Yorker Hotel, in Manhattan. The second part involved trying to figure out who exactly was leaking information to would-be attackers. Their delivery routes shouldn't be known, not to outsiders. A truck exploding on a previous run had Joe Adonis contact the President of The Black Rebels MC.

Roper and Joe had done some business together already. Trust had been established. What hadn't, was whether Joe and the others riding along with the MC would be more of a problem than they wanted. But, the decision had been made and as Joe sat on his '33 Harley Davidson, he spoke to those present in the hangar at the Philadelphia Municipal Airport.

"Charlie, Nikita, Itachi and Alo you ride with me."

Adonis was already sitting on his motorcycle. He had it off its stand, his feet planted on the ground either side as he slipped his gloves on. No suit today for the flashy dresser, as his leathers would hopefully do the trick to conceal his identity as was suggested at the meeting with Roper. His black motorcycle was facing inwards of the hangar, towards the gathered group who were readying themselves also.

"Integra, Alucard and Ilaria you will follow in the Marmon."

Joe pulled at each glove, making sure they were on tight then looked across the group as he let his hands rest on the petrol tank.

"Some fucks might be in the mood to hit us again. We need to be ready. We'll be rolling with The Black Rebels out of New York to try and figure this out and put a stop to it all."

Joe raised a set of goggles over his eyes then adjusted the strap to fit comfortably around his head.

"We'll take South Broad Street and meet Roper's crew at The Epiphany Church and work out the rest from there."

The plan was to meet up first then set themselves up further down the route to follow inconspicuously as the pickup truck made its intended delivery, hopefully catching the potential thieves in the act and uncovering who may be behind it. Since so many were joining, they'd scatter themselves out along the path and keep tabs in smaller groups, with those in the Marmon V-16 following all the while at a distance from start to finish, if it made it that far.

"Let's move." Joe said before pushing the bike backwards and turning it slightly to face the open space of the airfield.

Already primed, Joe kicked over the engine twice before it caught, twisting his hand firmly on the right grip. With a poke of the clutch he slipped the bike into first gear and slowly rode out of the hangar, allowing the others enough time to follow. He'd wait just outside the Midas Operations Center for the others before they all left, the bikes leading with the car following.

No longer than half an hour on the road and they'd eventually arrive at the Church of St. Luke and The Epiphany. The delivery truck was yet to leave and those tasked with driving weren't even at the airfield yet, Joe and the crew getting in as early as possible to avoid being seen by those employed to move their goods.

Roper stood outside with Danny standing beside him. Roper had hand-picked these people for the job he had planned, Although they didn't know much of the detail on hand. Except for Danny, Who will be helping him keep the run under control and the club protection and precaution carried out.

He inspected his members in front of them, each with their own bikes and decked out in their BRMC leathers. Roper smiled with pride and nodded. "Alright boys and gals. Standard run formation. Danny, you'll be riding in the vice president position while Cowluh keeps the club occupied. Ricky, You'll be riding in the middle as is your position. Aisling and Willow, You'll be riding up at the rear. Remember don't break formation unless the order comes down from me. Less you want to invoke the ire of my Sgt-at-Arms"

Roper smirked at Danny and gave him a wink. "It's about a 1 and a half hour ride from here to Philly, I hope you filled up your tanks before you came here" Roper slid his aviators on "Mount up!"

He watched his club mount their bikes behind him, he slid his key into the ignition and heard his Vincent Comet roar as he revved it and brought her back down to a purr. He looked behind him with Danny right behind who gave him a curt nod, The run was ready to begin. Roper applied the throttle and started their Journey on the road.

One-by-One each of boys and girls took their positions behind him.