Vikings of Asgard Chapter 6 Biker

The Gorgon appears in 1977 on a Desert highway with a Job offer to a group of Bikers

Big Bob never cared for the desert, yet crossing the Nevada-California border, tension eased from his aching bones and his shoulders relaxed. Despite the late morning heat, he smiled, squeezed his clutch lever, fed his hog gas.

The engine roared.

His ears picked up two riders copying him.

Bob grinned. He recognized those motors. Jackal agreed with him, but the eighteen-year-old rookie Jimmy was only copying the two older men.

No more wintering in California, ever. Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, hell, even redneck Texas, would all be better places for winter.

Without warning, a quarter-mile ahead, a red shipping container appeared next to the road out of nowhere.

Bob hit his brakes.

Five following bikes did the same.

What in the hell was going on here?

Gray-haired Chuck pulled up on Bob’s left and Jackal, the smallest man there, on his right.

“Am I seeing things?” he asked, not looking at either man.

Chuck answered, “If it is a big red box appearing out of nowhere, I saw it too.”