The warmth in his gaze vanished, replaced by the lethal, razor-sharp instincts of a seasoned road veteran. He straightened his back, turned toward the entire pack, and threw his arm out in a hard, non-negotiable command.
"Nobody starts an engine! All bikes stay down!" Dutch roared across the lot, his voice cutting above the low idle of twenty exhausts.
Kill switches clicked off in instant unison. The parking lot dropped into absolute, eerie silence.
Dutch dismounted, his heavy combat boots slamming against the tarmac.
"Check every machine. Now."