Saved?

We walked for hours until we reached a remote biker bar in the middle of the sticks. By the time we got there Olivia and I were so fatigued that we could barely think. That might have actually been a saving grace. In instances where you found yourself surrounded by shady characters it is best not to have clever remarks. We couldn't sneak in undetected. As soon as we entered, everyone stared at us. They dropped their pool cues, they stopped drinking, and they stared. A particularly menacing man in dark sunglasses walks up to us. He holds a pool cue firmly in his right hand. "Relax, I have special requests to bring these two here." Chad tells him. "Is that so?" He asks. In the distance we hear a toilet flush. Before chad can respond, Russel Myers exits the men's bathroom. He instantly spots the ensuing conflict. Russel stands between Chad and the man in sunglasses. "What are you doing? That is no way to treat the guests of honor." "Guests of honor?" The man in shades repeats. "Yeah, they're the ones I recruited for our operation." The man in shades smiles big. I see a mouthful of rotten, gnarly teeth. "Why didn't you say that in the first place?" The man in shades gives me a big bear hug. "Enough. They look tired. Show them the sleeping quarters." Russel says. "But they just got here." He replies. "I know, but they will be more use to us after they are fully rested." The man in shades nods and opens the door to the bar. He tips his sunglasses down and stares us in the eyes. "Come along this way."