I am Harold Rawles, and I have returned alive from the Ruralscape. I was once the star investigative reporter for The Los Angeles Informer. That was until one spring night I met the most luscious woman in the world. We hit it off and before morning, she was screaming out my name as I made love to her. But, I soon found out that another man wanted her, the CEO of a powerful corporations and a member of the Neocon party. This man convinced the editor of the Informer to send me on a most dangerous assignment, one from which I was unlikely to return. That is how I found myself outside the security and comfort of the city, beyond the outer rim of the suburbs, and even off the safety of the interstates.
My assignment was to interview the legendary Bo Wolf. He was a biker hero who rode a massive Harley, packed a pair of wicked Desert Eagles (those are guns for those unfamiliar with illegal firearms), and swung a military issue slamstick named “Guinevere”. He and his gang rode the back roads of America defying the denizens of the lawless Ruralscape.
Wolf was rumored to have been the son a national president of one of the Pre-Imperial “Big Four” gangs. He was raised on rumbling engines and violence. He formed his own gang when he was only fifteen. They were known as the Wolf Pack.
The Wolf Pack was one of the few outlaw biker gangs to survive the Neocon crackdown on liberal organizations in the early part of the century. It was said that the gang’s primary criminal activity was the smuggling of coffee. Coffee is a black beverage that was once the most consumed drink in the country. At some point however, a form of it known as “latte” was associated with liberalism (hence the Neocon slogan “Kill the latte drinking lib!”). It was therefore banned. However, coffee is slightly addictive and is still prized by some government officials. As a result, federal authorities often turned a blind eye to the gang’s activities.
Local law enforcement, however, was a different story. Tales of Wolf’s scrapes with suburban sheriffs and deputies reached every corner of the country. Stories of prison breaks, highway chases, shootouts and fist fights were all the rage in chatrooms. It was up to me to separate fact from urban legend.