The moon hung in the sky, meekly lighting the scene unfolding on the cycle path below. Italian Pat, Flint McSteel, Sam Shovel, Dapper Dirk (now wearing a tee shirt with the words I'm Retired emblazoned upon it) Lord Drago, and Lady Stephec all stood astride their rusty steeds.
Accy the butler, for reasons best known to himself, was in a Street Ka with a palm tree buckled into the passenger seat.
Our heroes knew tonight would change the shape of their own destinies, little did they know it would also result in unspeakable tragedy for the group.
Lord Drago was not coping well with his injury from earlier in the day, luckily Pat had a Mister Men sticking plaster, and the plucky aristocrat could ride with his gallant comrades.
CHAPTER TWO