Margo sighed and leaned back against her seat. This was probably her least favorite thing to do. She knew that it was beneficial but she still hated it. Kane chuckled at her impatience. Margo glared at him out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t need his commentary and at the moment it would only make her  snap. “Your impatience is cute but you need to take a moment to breathe.” Kane sighed. “I know that you don’t want to hear it but we need you at your best.”Margo sighed and peered through the lens of her camera. She snapped pictures as she watched people coming in and out of the buildings. She hated sitting there for hours on end with nothing to do but watch the people that came in and out of the buildings. She frowned when she spotted a face that she recognized enter the building. 

After the trip to the emergency room where everyone was deemed as being in good health and able to go home, Maribell returned with Aoife back to the club. She was worn out and exhausted but happy that her little girl was healthy. When they entered the club the members and  their ol’ ladies welcomed them back with open arms. Excitement permeated the air as the little bundle was shown off.  “Now this is a nice change of pace.” Machine chuckled as he pulled Jess into his arms.  “It is nice, isn’t it?” Jess whispered, smiling up at him over her shoulder. “If only things could stay like this.” Machine sighed, kissing the top of her head.  “We all have to do things that we don’t want to do. What’s on your mind?” She whispered. 

“Well, that’s good to know. Next time I won’t be able to let you off so easily. When can I expect the drop? And where do I get it?” He asked, standing up.  “I’ll have someone drop it off at the cabin.” Margo said, pushing out of her chair and going to the bar. “Breathe a word of what you saw or what we spoke of and you’ll end up like the assassin.”  The man nodded his head and stood up from his chair. He had never expected to run into her when he walked in here. In fact, she had been the furthest thing from his mind. He also never expected to walk into a motorcycle club. Like everyone else, he was certain that places like this were full of gun loving drug addicts. He couldn’t begin to fathom how the two people he found in the bar were connected to this place.  “Can I ask you something?” He asked, t

Bernard sighed and leaned back in his chair. A sick smile twisted his face as he stared at the man laying on the floor before him. His eyes pierced the man with a sinister glare. “Please,” He groaned. “I hired you to do a job. So far you’re failing miserably at said job. What should I do with you now?” He hummed, ignoring the man’s pleading to let him go. “I mean you haven’t really brought me anything of value now have you?” He hissed. “But-” The man's whimpers turned into groans and screams of pain as Bernard stomped on his mangled fingers. “Please!” He begged, trying to pull his hand away. “Please!” Bernar

Kane sighed and stepped out of the meeting room. The women and kids were still gathered around the club. There was a nervous fear that seemed to run through everyone. When he looked around all he saw were a bunch of defenseless people that were in danger. He shook his head and made his way to the bar. There was so much  that needed to be done and he was beginning to wonder if they were going to be capable of protecting everyone here. He thought back to a recent conversation that he’d had with Margo. She had been on the right track and as much as he knew that it would cause an uproar for the older members there was no other way around it. “Machine, can we talk?” He whispered when the older man sat next to him. “What are you thinking?” Machine asked, tapping the bar for a beer.  “I’m thinking we’ve got a