Silvercove's southern outskirts, Declan Gang's territory, a group of bikies rode on their roaring motorcycles down the suburban area's road.
"This is the Silvercove City, huh? Doesn't look like much...as you would expect of a Tier-3 city..." One of the bikies spoke.
"Remember, we are not here to cause trouble. We are here to—"
"Turn down that noise, ya f*ckwits! This Old Lady is tryna nap here!" An angry grandma suddenly barked from one of the suburban home's second-floor windows.
"What did you say, old lady?!" One of the bikies quickly exploded with a pointed finger, "Courting d—"
"Sorry, Old Lady! We are just passing through!" The bikey interrupted his fellow bikey with a quick apology.
"Hmph! Hurry up and get lost then! Otherwise, these old bones will have to give you young'uns a good flogging for the trouble!"
"Yes, ma'am! We will leave quickly!"
Shortly after, the bikies were already far from the south suburban area.
