“…What did you just do?”
The old man slowly lifted the key fob, holding it near his mouth like a silent command.
Then he spoke, calm and sharp:
“It’s me.”
A pause.
The air inside the diner changed—heavier, colder.
The bikers stopped laughing.
The old man’s eyes didn’t leave them as he added:
“Bring them.”
Outside, something awakened.
One by one, headlights burst alive in the darkness around the diner. Engines roared to life—not just one, but many. Dozens.
The bikers turned toward the windows.
Their smirks vanished.
Surrounding the diner… was no longer empty road.
It was a silent army.
