50 Bikers Surrounded A Rookie Cop At A Gas Station Then Dropped To Their Knees

Ryan didn’t think much of it. Bikers stopped at gas stations. That’s what they did.

He went inside. Got his coffee. Came back out.

That’s when it got quiet.

Not gradually. All at once. Like someone hit a mute button on fifty conversations.

Ryan looked up. Every biker in the lot was looking at him.

His training kicked in. He scanned for threats. Checked his positioning. Mentally noted his radio, his vehicle, the exits.

But nobody was moving toward him. Nobody looked aggressive. They were just staring.

Then an older man stepped forward from the group. Tall. Weathered face. President patch on his vest. He walked slowly across the parking lot. Stopped right in front of Ryan.