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#MethMountain #DSM #RP

Written by @FlyinHighWhetto & @CrazyAssMayan

Isaac: -Sun came up bringing in another day. Lighting a cigarette he walked outside the camper trailer to look on. Whatever past people had that haunted didn't have to follow here. At least that's the rhetoric he passed on to the flock. People were sheep and were always looking for someone to lead them. Too afraid to face shit on their own and be able to break bonds. He'd come here and fell right into leadership because he wasn't a fuckin' sheep he was the sheep dawg. You could make life anything you want it with a little persuasion. Making the rounds he checked on the sheep and was making plans for the future heroin his newest follower would bring in. The day had been pretty uneventful, #Butterfly was busy at his trade and I'd been enjoying the fruits of labor with the sheep. When you have that rush man you can just go and go. #Hope was one of my favorites though, so broken and easy to lead. She was going to prove very useful against @CrazyAssMayan because I wasn't even close to being done with him yet.- ::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Head banging, Coco pulls on his pants and looks over at #Hope who is sprawled out on the bed. It’s hotter than fuck in the cramped up trailer. He’s gotta get back to the clubhouse before @BishopLosa has his ass on a fucking platter. Pushing open the trailer door, he takes a breath of fresh air before putting a smoke to his lips and lighting it. Sitting in the doorway, he pulls on his boots. He needed to hurry and get the fuck out of there before someone, and by someone he means Isaac, sees him or that douchbag #Butterfly sees him. boot on he closes the trailer door and heads for Letty’s fucked up car.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: -Very aware of everything that goes on in his little mountain of drug-induced love he emerges after taking a piss to cut Little Bow Peep off from making his escape. Clicking his tongue.- Now you weren't thinking of leaving us high and dry were you? -His dirty shorts a pair of cutout bdu's. Heart racing with the speed he'd taken.- I /like/ having my newest member around. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Seeing the asshole, Coco stops short. Damn it he was almost out of there.-

Stop calling me that, Shithead. I need to get back to the clubhouse or shit will hit the fan. Get out of my way. -Coco walks around him in a Huff.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: -Isaac pulls a 9mm handgun from the back of his cutoff's and pulls the trigger back.- I don't think so, not just yet. -Members of the Meth Moutain tribe come up of the woodwork to circle them.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Hearing the hammer of a pistol clicking, he stopped and turned around to look at him.-

If anyone in the club finds out I took that heroin, they will kill me then they will find their way up here. Man, I got to go. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: They won't find out if you keep your mouth shut. We're not going to tell, you aren't going to tell. But you aren't leaving. Not till I tell you. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Coco growls from deep in his chest, a sign of resignation.-

Fuck, man. Why are you trippin’? -He sees #Hope still half wasted walking towards them and Coco drops his head- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: Go on back to her. You aren’t going anywhere right now. -Lowers the gun and has the people take his keys.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Totally unarmed and now without keys to escape this hell hole he nods. He wouldn’t want to leave #Hope anyway.

Walking over to her, he puts his arm around her waist and with her leaning on him, he walks back to their trailer.

He guides her back inside where she promptly passes the fuck out face down on the bed.-

Fuck! fuck! Fuck! -He slams his fist into the mini-fridge causing a dent in the metal and blood to ooze from his knuckles. He doesn’t even notice his body screaming for a fix.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he reaches for a small metal box placing it on the bed then he pulls the belt from his waist. He doesn’t want to do it. He really doesn’t, but fucking damn it hurts so bad without it. Physically and mentally.

Laying the belt beside the metal box he then opens it and doing exactly how #Hope showed him weeks before he prepares the drug then draws it up into the syringe.

His focus is so intense, the war going on inside him almost silenced as he then wraps the belt around his arm, holding the leather tight in his mouth.

Veins in his arm pop up almost taunting him before the needle sinks inside. The plunger pressed to give him his escape. Eyes rolling back into his head, he falls back into the bed laying across #Hope. He’s found his escape.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: -He knew he had Coco over a barrel, if his club found out they'd kick him out and hell may even kill him. This could be his opportunity to score some favors on the food chain and make some serious cash as well. Going inside his trailer he picked up his cell and dialed up his contacts.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Damn Isaac has taken everything but the clothes on his back, including his cell phone. Think! Gotta fucking get the hell outta here!

Pushing the trailer door open, Coco sits down on a old car seat that propped up against a couple old tires. Sitting, he lights up a smoke and begins to scan what’s going on around him. Formulating a way out of this shithole.- ::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: -The night's festivities included dope, booze, music, and lots of sex. The mountain people had no qualms on mass sex around the bonfire. Soon people were crashing from their highs right there around the fire or disappearing to their trailers. The few though remained watchful to keep an eye on everyone and make sure nothing was amiss.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Coco kept to the outside of the circle, watching the fire burn. For all intents and purposes he seems resigned to the fact he’s trapped in the hell hole known as Meth Mountain. He’s far from it. He’s not as stupid as some think.

His wheels are turning, figuring a way out of the mess he’s in. He will try and befriend the asshole leader of this place. Make him believe that he’s wanting to become one of them, but he’s not. He’s definitely not.

He’s going to kick this heroin habit and get back with his crew ASAP and in one fucking piece too. The next morning, Coco makes a pot of fresh coffee and steps out of the trailer holding two steaming cups. Finding Isaac sitting in a chair outside his trailer just waking up, Coco walks over to hand him one of the mugs.-

I figured after last night you’d need this. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: Little Bo Peep brings gifts... -Taking the coffee.- Maybe but I'm used to my life and life is used to me. How's Hope this morning? She was rather frisky lastnight. :::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Coco couldn’t even stand the sound of him saying Hopes name. He did his best to keep from grimacing-

She’s fine. Still asleep. -looks down if his coffee cup to keep from decking the son of a bitch- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: What's wrong? Can't stand that I fuck her each day, same as you? We share around here, you need to get on board. So I have a job for you, if you think you can handle it. :::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: Whatever man. -Coco, doesn’t even look at him as he sips the coffee. When he said he had a job for him, he sat up a bit and looked over at him. Maybe he has a chance to get of this fucking mountain.- What ya got? :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: I need you to find out where Galindo is hiding his product, keep it quiet and bring me back some of it. You do this without anyone finding out who and what took it and you can walk out of here and never look back. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: Fuck is that all? -His voice is laced in sarcasm as he looks over at him. There is no way he could hate a person more than this whetto. He’d have a easier time killing the mutherfucker than what he’s asking him to do.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: You sayin' you can't do it? Because I think you are capable of it. Just takes a little work. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: I’m capable enough, pendejo. It takes some planning. Time. It’s not like I can just walk in and ask. -Looks at him like he’s dumber than a sack of rocks- ::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: Careful Bopeep I might not be so forgiving. Go then and don't try to hide, I know where to find you. ::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Coco flips Isaac the bird as he stands up and headed to the trailer to get his shit. He sure as hell isn’t planning on coming back.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: -He was looking for a way back into his previous ranks but it would take a tremendous amount of pull and maneuvering. This kid hopefully would be his ticket back.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Coco: -Coco has no idea how he will get away with getting drugs away from Miguel’s crew nor does he know how he can face the guys in the club knowing he’s addicted to heroin. Guess he’s going to have to get off the shit, but it’s easier said than done.

Coco heads to his daughters car, the keys are now in the ignition where Butterfly had left them.

After three times, the piece of shit finally starts and he heads back to his his house. He knows he will catch hell from his daughter, but beats Meth Mountain.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Isaac: -Issac watches as he drives away knowing he’ll be back. Walking off to go see how Butterfly’s progress was doing.-

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dsmroleplay · 3 years

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#NinersGoneCrazy #DSM #SOA #RP

Written by @TigTragerDSM , @MayhemSmile , @PresJaxOfSAMCRO , @BeardedCharm , @HackerSister , @UnHolyPrez

Tig: -Gunfire erupted, you could smell gunpowder in the air but visibility was bad. Someone had set the stage and blood was running in the streets. Tig didn't have time to weigh the odds as he slid another magazine into his gun and laid down cover fire for Jax. The One-Niners had lost their fuckin' minds and were straight up trying to kill them right now. Tig looked back and waved at Juice to get the fuck out of here with that shipment. Clay was going to kill them himself if they lost an entire shipment. Opie was busy making a surprise for the assholes and gave him the thumbs up once he lit the fuse and tossed the explosive device. Sirens in the distance, as soon as that shit went off they needed to get rolling and hope to outrun them and the cops. They'd be screwed if they got a bird in the air. The shockwave of the blast pushed the car Tig was hiding behind at least an inch backwards. He heard a scream but he didn't wait, firing off rounds as he ran after the truck and Chibs pulled his ass up into the back. The rest followed in the stolen Cadillac behind. Putting his gun aside he picked up an AK and laid down eyes on the Cadillac's six just in case.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: It was fuckin' chaos, gunfire rattled Chibs' brain as he popped off another shot. Hitting the chest of the One-Niner that had been aiming a Glock in the direction of his face.

His thoughts on how to get the load and his guys out first and foremost on his mind. Payback a close second. This was a mother fucking ambush.

Chibs climbs in the flatbed truck and bangs on the back cab to let Juice know to lay the hammer down. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: -Ears ringing from the hail of bullets, Jax ran across the dirt road to tackle one of the Niners who tried getting away. He knew Tig would give him cover.

Rolling across the dirt, Jax landed on top of one of the sons of bitches who had tried taking the boys out in a ambush. A bullet between the eyes took the struggle right away from him. Not having long to gloat, the sound of the stolen Cadillac sliding in the dirt beside him as a bullet whizzed by his head. Jumping into the passenger seat of the car, They took off.- Let’s get the fuck out of here! Floor it! ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: Juice glanced in the rearview making sure Chibs was secure in the bed of the truck as she shifted the thing into gear, still moving as the passenger door swung open and #Opie climbed inside.

The rumble of the explosion behind them nearly, only nearly, veered her off course. But she kept her hands tight on the wheel checking her side mirror for following Niners. She swerved to send them rolling off the embankment.

"Fuck!" she shouted. Both adrenaline and Red Bull coursing through her veins as she finally pulls the truck onto the highway. Slowing to a 'normal' speed. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: Clay leaned back in his chair, stogie hanging from his lips. Gemma would give him shit for smoking it but at this particular point in time, he'd face his ole lady's wrath.

It was supposed to be a simple pick-up and delivery. But he hadn't gotten the call to confirm. The knawing pit in his stomach told him that something had fucking gone wrong.

Clay did a mental checklist of knock at the door, "Come in"

"I'm about to leave for the day, Mr. Morrow," a young brunette with a rack you could bounce a quarter off of said, "Can I get you anything?" Clay hadn't taken the time to commit her name to memory.

"Bring me a bourbon," he said to her, "and leave the bottle." :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -Didn’t look like they were being followed now hopefully no cops were wise to what happened either. They’d probably be busy picking up dead niners. Lays the AK down and sighs a bit in relief. Listing up a smoke his heart still racing as he leaned back against a barrel.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: Every muscle in Chibs' body was tense the entire bloody interaction. Every action and reaction from the moment they left the clubhouse raised through his head. He'd made the call. Tyler knew SAMCRO was coming through Oakland with the load. The ambush didn't make since.

What new beef did they have with them?

"Wha' da fuck happened back dere?" he asked. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: -Jax rode in silence looking over to #Opie who was driving, both stunned as to what the hell had transpired back there. Only thing he knew was Clay was going to be pissed. Not as pissed as he was though.

It was supposed to be a quick and straightforward deal, but the Niners with bullet holes in ‘em told a different tale. Jax was covered in blood. It wasn’t the first time and damn sure it won’t be the last time.

Pulling into the gates of Teller-Morrow he gets out of the Cady slamming the door.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: Her heartbeat finally slowed to its normal rate when she reached the TM lot. They'd made it back in one piece.

Thankfully.

But fuck if shit didn't hit the fucking fan on what should have been a simple exchange.

She walks around to the back, "You guys OK?" And checks to make sure none of the canisters took any bullets. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: The rattling of the gate outside pulled Clay from his chair. They were back. Fucking finally.

He stared out through the window blinds seeing the anger in Jax's face. Something happened. Something went horribly fucking wrong.

Long strides carry clay from Church through the bar out the clubhouse door to meet the guys as they climb down from the truck bed and out of the stollen car, "What the fuck happened?" :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -Jumping off the back of the truck looking old as he felt right about now.- They fuckin' tried to kill us. -He went silent figuring Jax would be better at the explanation to Clay, side glance at Chibs as the Jax and Opie rolled in and parked beside them.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: "It was a bloody fuckin' ambush," Chibs steps up behind Tig, "they came out of fuckin' nowhere, Clay."

He walked with his mates inside the clubhouse, they had to figure out what the fuck went down. And what the fuck to do about it. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: -Jax walked up to Clay, the smell of gunpowder still fresh in his nostrils. Blood now dried and caked on his clothes and face.- Exactly. It was a goddamn ambush and we barely made it out of there in one piece.

Unser will have his hands full with dead Niners for awhile. I don’t know he will be able to keep Hale off our ass either. -Pulling out a cigarette he lights up to calm his nerves. It’s going to be a long ass night in church.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: Juice hung back watching the guys file through the clubhouse door. She was analyzing the events from the time they left the clubhouse to the drop site in Oakland.

"Something just doesn't seem right about everything that went down today," she says, pulling her laptop out of her messenger bag to tap into the traffic cams in Oakland. They were careful, the truck plates never flagged the camera but one thing did catch Juice's attention.

"This is the guy," she taps on her screen watching as the guy crosses the street in front of the truck just minutes before the shootout, "that drew on you first right?" She looks at Tig, "Check out the tattoo on his neck, it ain't an IX it's a 71." ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: Clay watches as Juice punches in everything on the computer. He was shit with new technology. He hated to admit that he needed help with using anything more than a fucking flip phone.

He knew how to use his hands At least he used to, they shook now when he squeezed them into a fist. He'd need to get Gemma to give him a cortisone shot when he got home this evening. And it looked like with what was going on it would be a late fucking night before he got to feel that relief.

"You saying we got dropped by the wrong fucking guys?" :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -Leans in looking at the footage frowning.- I don't like being used for target practice. And I don't think we should keep the guns here, if someone can get this close to taking us out then we're being watched ourselves. Cops are gonna show, we should get the guns out quickly switch them to another ride and send the flat bed out like it's full first hopefully if we are being watched they take the bait to follow the flatbed. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: "Aye," Chibs agreed, "dere's no reason ta keep dat shite here. Unser can only keep da San Juan Sherriff's Department away so fuckin' long. And da shoot out in Oakland is sure ta draw some unwelcome fuckin' attention in our direction," Chibs snuffs out the cigarette he'd been smoking in the tray. "Question is where are we gonna store dose guns?" ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: -Jax sat at his place at the table, mind racing a mile a minute. He’s so damn pissed he can’t stand it.- The decoy is a damn good idea. As far as the guns go, why don’t we put them where they’d least expect it.

-He looks at Tig, remembering those burnt up Mexicans full of Tigs jizz.- The old warehouse site. It’s being used to store construction crap. We could slip it into that ground space and roll a bulldozer or dump truck over it. It’s been years since we’ve been out there. -takes a drink of the beer in front of him to calm his nerves.- It’s a fucking idea. -A damn good one he thinks.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: Juice gives a nod of agreement, "Yeah," she looks from Jax to Clay, "we can get most of the guns into smaller crates in the back of the van and drive them up to the old warehouses. Keep them there until we figure all of this," she points back to her screen, "out." ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: "Prospects!" Clay shouts, seeing that one was pretending to wipe the bar and the other was wiping glasses. He hadn't bothered to commit their names to memory. Maybe after they had their top rocker for a year that knowledge would sink in. "While Mo and Curly here transfer the stock from the flatbed to the van, I'll give Laroy a call see if we were the target, or the Niners were." :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -Has words but chooses to keep it quiet and get's moving. Prospects falling into line, they head outside and back the truck up into the garage on one side closing the door so they can't be watched and pull in the other truck and do the same. Making quick work of unloading the guns from the barrels they lay the parts into crates, the idea going back to the old assembly site wasn't on his favorite shit to go everytime he thought about it his stomach turned over and he could smell the burnt and rotting flesh of those poor women who'd been trapped in the fire.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: "Who da fuck set us up and why," Chibs grabs a bottle of Jameson from behind the bar as the Prospects were preoccupied. He fills a glass and brings it to his lips, tossing back his favorite beverage. He turns to his brothers, "the Irish will grow uneasy if we can't make this work. And right until the other businesses are off the ground, guns are keeping us in the black." ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: That’s what we are going to find out. We have to hang low until we figure this shit out. -lighting a cigarette he tosses the lighter onto the table-

I’m taking this personal and when find out who set us up, heads will roll.

-Jax is usually one to reason things out and take a step back and avoid bloodshed. Not this time. They tried to kill him and his brothers. That just doesn’t sit well with him.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: Juice nodded listening to the back and forth between her brothers. They'd been through so much through the years. But they always seem to find some way to make it through. She had no doubt they'd figure it out.

She was actually thankful, she wasn't the one that had to do the grunt work this time. That she'd been wearing her top rocker long enough now to earn the right to stay seated. Of course when/if the time came she'd be ready to jump into action.

After cracking open the top of a Red Bull she skims through the footage looking for more clues as to what may have gone wrong at the drop. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: Clay flips open his phone. His grandson often teased him about still using the 'ancient' device but he didn't give a shit. It made fucking calls and he had little worries with making sure his calls didn't get traced.

He punched in the number for Laroy. The line trilled once... three times .. five... then a full voice mail picked up. He dialed the number for Laroy's number two and he's met with the same. No answer at the Niner bar either.

"Fuck," Clay muttered. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -They worked steadily and got the guns transferred and the barrels recapped and covered. Now hopefully if the cops were onto them they’d follow the wrong ride.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: -Jax didn’t need to make sure the guns were being loaded and monitor it all. He knows Tig is watching the prospects.

Jax stands in the doorway where he can be seen while Clay is on the phone. It didn’t look like he was having much luck. - I say we prepare for both scenarios. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Opie: This whole thing was a mess and the main thing was finding out just who set them up. Either they sit around and wait or they do something about it. With Clay calling the Niners. That gave Opie a reason to walk out and get a drink after the day he has had. Something to really settle him down until he knew just what they were doing next.

Tossing the drink back Opie just knew they had to be prepared and he wasn’t going to be a sitting duck if something else happened. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: She'd been staring at the cams flipping from angle to angle until her eyes were starting to cross. There had to be something here that would explain everything. Her rings clicked together as she tapped her fingers against the keys.

She follows the guy with the 71 tattoo through the footage. He'd come from a convenience store, crossed the street in front of the truck just before he shot at Tig. After backing up the footage further, there was no sign of any of the One-Niners. At least none that she could recognize.

No Laroy, no Tyler. None of the guys that SAMCRO dealt with in the past.

Juice looked up hearing Clay and it was clear that shit was so much further from being right. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: "No answer with Laroy or Tyler," Clay tells his guys, "ain't fucking good."

He didn't know what to think about the Niners being MIA now. If it meant they were involved or they were also fucking targets too. Clays gut leaned toward the latter. History with the Niners told him he could trust Leroy wasn't a pussy.

But he'd been surprised before. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -Hoping up into the truck with the guns he waited till the bait left the yard, on of the prospects watched and sure enough a car pulled off the side street and followed from a distance. He called Tig and reported back he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so the guys opened the garage door and Tig dropped it down into first gear rolling out hopefully outsmarting whoever was after them. A couple of prospects jumped in with plenty of firepower and the truck left the garage. Tig had one of them call Jax and let him know they were rolling.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: Chibs waited for the all-clear before sliding into the passenger's seat of the van looking over at Jax, "I hope ya know what you're doing, Jacky boy."

He never doubted Jackson. The boy often made good decisions when he was thinking with the head he carried on his shoulders. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -The drive out to the old assembly warehouse went smooth, green lights in town. No one tailing them and the highway pretty much empty. All good signs compared to the usual fubar's he was used to. Once on scene he had one of the prospects get up top the cab and stand guard while he and the others began to upload and put the guns into the underground storage. The moon had shown bright overhead which gave them much-needed light to walk through the charred remains of the warehouse.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: I hope so, Chibs. -Now Jax stands beside the van, sidearm in hand standing guard. So far things were going as planned. The guns were being loaded post haste into the underground storage.

Jax knows it’s a risky move, but as far as he could see, it was the only move.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Opie: Getting the okay and putting his glass down on the bar so one of the prospects can clean his glass and he followed everyone else out to see the guns being loaded up. Since Opie had been through a lot he doesn’t trust a lot of people and even with the people the club was working with, they have been blindsided way too many times.

Once all the guns were loaded up, opie hops in one of the vans that were loaded and they were off to store the gun in their underground storage and Opie didn’t know what was ahead but he knew they always had to be ahead of the game and this was their way of being ahead.

“We have prospects on look out right? Because I’m not getting my ass blown up because the dipshits can’t do their job.” ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: Juice hung back in the clubhouse watching as her brothers filed out to the garage to take the guns to the warehouse. She had to find answers. And there were hidden familiarity with the One-Niners going back before she had her top rocker, she couldn't comprehend what would have gone down between their clubs that would have caused a divide.

Or where this other gang fit into the picture. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: Clay watched through the blinds as the boys pulled out of TM's parking lot. A suspicious-looking car following the flat bed and the van, clear of a tail.

"Fuck," Clay muttered. He'd hoped it was the paranoia that often came when jobs didn't go right. But nothing with this job was going right.

"Who is that other gang tied up with? Any ideas?" :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -Seemed like whoever was keeping tags took the bait, he pulled a cigarette out of his front pocket and held the wheel with one hand as he lit his smoke. Taking a deep breath he inhaled the nicotine into his lungs hoping it would do its thing and chill him out a little. He'd love a Xanax right about now but to dangerous for that kind of shit, needed to be watchful. Moon was bright overhead and thankfully not much traffic, they got out to the old manufacturing site without a hitch. He wasn't excited to be here but shit had to be done. Killing the engine and shutting off the headlights he got out and helped the prospects carry the crates through the burnout building that once stood here.- Watch where you step, could put a nail through your foot. -Nods walking further in and lowers the crate to the ground. Having one hold a flashlight he opens the metal door and memories flood back, he was thankful it didn't smell like rotten flesh anymore but you could see the outline of ash on the wall where the bodies were. They worked in silence getting the crates loaded. He kept a couple prospects with him and sent the rest back to the clubhouse. They took tree limbs and used them to cover the vans and boots tracks slipping back into the woods nearby to keep watch.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: Chibs worked quickly and quietly with his brothers to get the cargo unloaded and hidden in the shell of the old warehouse. This place was so far off the grid there was little chance they'd be followed but with everything that happened at the meet-up today they just couldn't be too careful.

"I'm on da verge o' bein' too old fer dis," Chibs said as he settled in his perch to keep watch. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: Bullshit. -Jax keeps his eyes peeled as he talks to his brother. Being on guard is nerve wracking , but soon the cargo is in place and they were hidden in the tree line looking to see if anyone had followed them. He’s confident they weren’t followed and when the sun begins to rise he and the boys head back to the clubhouse needing some much needed rest.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Opie: This place wasn’t a place Opie wanted to be in. It reminded him of bad shit that had happened before. He wanted to hurry and get out of there, drop what they have to off and head back. It’s been a crazy few hours and he just wanted more to drink.

Helping with the couple of cargo boxes and placing them where they needed to be and Opie was out of that building quicker then be entered.

Hiding out to make sure no one followed them thanks to what happened before. Taking Jax’s lead and once the coast was clear and everyone was read to head back he gets where he needs to be to start heading back to the clubhouse hoping without any more intrusions from someone who isn’t supposed to be there. They don’t need that shit right now. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana:"I haven't found anything yet," Juice responded. Her voice oozed frustration. There had to be answers somewhere but she didn't know where to find them. "This is fucking frustrating. Any news from Jax?" she knew the answer to the question before posing the question.

Neither of their phones had rung since the guys pulled from the TM lot. It was unnerving. Nothing from the guys and nothing from Laroy.

They were so far up shit creek it was getting harder and harder to see clearly. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: Clay's patience was running fucking thin. And getting thinner with each tick of the fucking clock. He needed someone on the ground in Oakland but his boys were busy getting the merchandise out of the clubhouse in case there was an unplanned visit from the Charming PD.

Unser usually gave them a heads up but sometimes he didn't get the intel in time. He typed the number of the only other contact he knew in Oakland.

Clay didn't have the same familiarity with Diaz that he had with Alverez. If Marcus passed the torch to the man, the fucker had to be alright.

"Hello," Diaz answered.

"This is Clay Morrow," he responded.

"I thought I'd hear from the Reaper after the show this afternoon. I hear you all had some unexpected company," Diaz replied.

"You or your guys know anything about that?" Clay asked.

"Let me talk to some people and I'll get back to you," he responded before the line disconnected. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: -Moon overhead Tig kicked it just waiting for orders. There was something soothing though to not have to be the guy in charge just following orders. He took out a flask and took a drink of whiskey then offered it to Jax and Chibs.- Who do you guys think set us up? -Could have been anyone really, I mean you don't become a Reaper without a long list of enemies.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: Chibs nods at Jax's remark. Time was relative he supposed. And this shit was fucking with his head too much. The club had enemies and the Niners had enemies and it seemed they have come into an intersection of the two.

"Here's hopin' Juice finds somethin'," he responds as he watches and waits. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Jax: I don’t think anyone is going to show. I say we head back to the clubhouse, unwind and deal with all this shit tomorrow. We got the guns out. I’ll have two of the prospects keep low and keep a eye out.

-He shakes off the offer of the flask. The longer he thinks about the set up, the more pissed off he gets. If someone was going to show, they would have by now and neither Clay or Juice had called. He walks up to two of the prospects and leaves his orders, before heading to get into the truck.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana: Juice pops the top of a can of Red Bull and the cap of a beer setting it in front of Clay. The look on Prez's face didn't give anything away.

"Nothing?" she asked knowing that if there was any intel Clay would have shared it when he clicked off the line.

But Juice just focused on the pulsing vein in Clay's head. If he wasn't computer, playing the video again though she'd watched it so many times she practically had it memorized. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Clay: Clay tossed his phone on the table and takes a long pull from the bottle, "Diaz told me shit." He grumbled. He was aware that he hadn't built the relationship with this Mayans President, not like the trust he built with Alverez. He couldn't tell if this new president was blowing smoke up his ass.

"He should be getting back to me with information." ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tig: You're the boss. -Takes another drink then walks over to the vehicle getting in. Something wasn't right he just hadn't decided what yet. Snakes had a way of coming out of the woodwork though so he'd keep an eye peeled for anything that looked off.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chibs: Chibs gave a nod of agreement. The guns were safe. He took a swig from Tig's flask before taking one more pass over the hidden warehouse floors. There was no way anyone who didn't know would find them but still.

"We should leave a prospect ta keep watch?"

#DSM SOA RP

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#BirthOfChaos #DSM #Mayans #RP

Written by: @BikersRose @HackerSister @ReyesMayans @EZReyesDSM @CrazyAssMayan @PresidentePalo, @BishopLosa

Rosa: I pull my car through the rusty gates of the Romero Bros scrap yard. The sun had barely touched the sky. I liked getting here early. To clean up the place from the night before and make sure fresh coffee was ready when #Bishop and #Hank arrived. If I were more observant I’d have noticed their bikes still parked under the awning in the yard but it was still early and I didn’t see it. The inside of the clubhouse looked like it was hit by a small tornado. It wouldn’t be unusual if last night was a patch party but it was just a normal Wednesday night. Ordinary night, extraordinary mess. “What the fuck happened here?” I reach down to set right an overturned table. My heart pounded fast in my chest when I saw the broken stained glass door leading to Templo. The glass crunched beneath my feet as I slowly stepped over the threshold. I’ve only ever been in there to clean a couple of times. Normally #Hank had the prospect keep it clean. The head chair lay on its side, empty. And #Hank lay unconscious on the floor. I lean down and press my fingers to his neck, his pulse was there slow but there. “Hank?” He was out cold. It finally registered that there were two bikes still parked under the awning. #Hank’s and… #Bishop’s “Hank, where’s Bishop?” The large biker still didn’t respond. I pulled my phone from my back pocket, dialing everyone in the MC. No answer. I mean who really answers their phone before 7 am? I search through my contacts finding @InkedWithPetals number on my phone. I hoped she would answer.

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Rosa Diaz: "Oh shit," I was half expecting another call to go straight to voicemail. The panic had subsided a little but #Hank was still out. Not sure what the protocol was on unconscious bikers. Do I call 911 or do I just pray to Santa Maria to heal him?

"Sorry," I come to my senses and turn my attention back to the call, "I know it's early but someone broke into the clubhouse last night. I found, #Hank, here on the floor, he's still unconscious," I swallow hard, "#Bishop's bike is outside. And he's not here." I start to ramble on about calling the other club members and no one answering their phone. "Pinche pendejos," I grumble, "I didn't know who else to call."

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice groaned at the sound of her phone buzzing at the table beside her head. It was too fucking early and didn't people know she had a fucking hangover.

The patch party for the new San Bernadino prospect lasted well into the next morning. And Juice was feeling the weight of it. In and on her head. Groaning she swipes the message open and reads the text. #Bishop? It took her a minute to register the Santo Padre Prez name. "Fuck," she muttered to herself. She popped the tab of her favorite Red Bull flavor, dragon fruit, and opened her laptop on the table. Santo Padre needed to update its firewall. It was way too easy to hack into their traffic cams.

She watched as a dark van pulled through a light near the corner a block from the clubhouse of the Santo Padre charter. It would be sus on any other day but the day a charter president goes missing multiplied that by a thousand.

After zooming in on the plates she runs a trace. It would take a couple of hours for the results. Just enough time for me to haul her ass down south. She turns on her mobile hotspot, to keep shit going while she drives. Then tuck everything safely in her saddlebags.

Hopefully, the early ass time of day would mean traffic would be at a minimum. :::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: It could have been minutes after I called

a friend for help or it could have been hours. But the time seemed to drag agonizingly long. Time was crucial. The chances of something happening to #Bishop multiplied with each ticket of the clock.

I kept my head about me, trying to keep from focusing on the worst-case scenario. It wouldn't help anyone to panic. I sat with #Hank on the floor. He'd be more comfortable on the couch but I hadn't had nearly enough Wheaties to hoist him up.

Fortunately, his breathing remained steady and his eyes finally fluttered open. I give him a soft smile, "Don't try to get up, Viejo. Help is coming."

I lift my eyes to the door hearing @ReyesAtHeartMC come through the clubhouse doors, "In here." I call out, "There's nothing yet." :::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice was able to weave in and out of the limited traffic on the way down south. She clocked her speed at just over 95.

Oops.

She chuckled to herself as she pulls off the interstate, exit for Santo Padre. The scenery is much different than Charming. But not many places are like small town Charming. Where Juice was the most color that ever graced their streets.

She pulls into the first gas station, as the tank fills her nails type over the keys of her Chromebook. She blinks and blinks again, seeing the name that popped up on the van's registration.

Tomas Montez... the newly patched member that had been missing for the last couple of weeks. What the fuck did he have to do with this?

She types out the message to send to my friend. . Letting her know the address on the vehicle's registration.

Juice chewed on the inside of her lip. Why would a Son kidnap the Prez of the Mayans? The beef had been squashed a long time ago.

The sound of a horn honking and a big man shouting, "¡Fuera del camino!" Pulled her from her thoughts. Juice caught the gist even though she spoke better Yiddish than Spanish and tucked her laptop back in the saddlebag and pulls out of the gas station lot. :::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I look up at Nikki when she asks about #Hank and I return her slight smile, "He seems to be coming around." I hold the large biker down to keep him from moving too much. Not that I could really keep him down if he wanted to move.

"Concussed seems to be the worst of it. But I think he's gonna be ok," I guide #Hank up to a chair. "Take it easy. Do you remember what happened?" Still groggy he tells us it happened fast. But he recognized the face. He holds back. We weren't Mayans and this was Mayans business.

"Do you really think any of us is ignorant of what goes on?" I ask him. "We don't have time for misogynistic bullshit. When we find Bishop we can turn back into ignorant flowers." ::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice finally pulls her Dyna through the rusted gates of the scrap yard. It was strange being here for her without the rest of the club. Especially knowing what she thought she knew.

A Son kidnapped a Mayan.

This information could ignite another war between the two clubs. One that Jax worked so hard to put to an end.

She swallows hard and dismounts her bike. Gathering her bag with her laptop and carries it inside. Juice didn't know how bad the clubhouse was hit until she walked in.

She was never very religious. Only calling out to God during /special/ occasions. But seeing the statue of the Virgin Mary laying on its side brought a tear to her eye. She couldn't help but reach down to right it. Her she kisses the tips of her fingers and the press them to the statue with a silent prayer.

"It's Juice," she calls out. "From SAMCRO." ::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I inch my fingertips lightly over #Hank's head making sure I was right with my assessment. "I would feel better if we got you to a hospital for a head CT," I look directly into his eyes checking the dilation of his pupils. I was a nurse at a low-income clinic so I didn't see severe head injuries on a regular.

"Later," he groaned taking the glass of water that was offered. "I didn't see the mother fuckers," he said. "not until it was too fucking late. It was VM."

"Payback for Abuela's birthday party?" I quirk a brow, giving away how much of the club business I actually retained. I shouldn't know what happened there but I can't help but overhear the talk. And Mayans code wasn't all that covert.

#Hank nods.

I dig through my purse and pull out a sample pack of painkillers, fingers brushing over the linen-textured business card. I wondered if I should give the leader of the cartel a call. Would he be able to help find @BishopLosa or would it cause another problem the club had to deal with.

I tuck the card in my back pocket before handing #Hank the medicine. :::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice rights a chair before sitting down at the table and opens her laptop. She was torn. Did she tell them that the van belonged to a Son who'd been missing? The weight of the kutte on her back told her where her loyalties should lie.

But she also owed it to Alvarez, to Jax's memory, to find the missing Mayans Prez.

She should have reached out to Chibs, but she took it upon herself. Juice wasn't going to let someone else get killed because of her. And Tommy Montez fucked himself by getting involved in this bullshit.

So she pulls up the footage of the traffic cams, showing the dark van that pulled out from the outside of Romero Bros Scrapyard. It was too dark to see faces but they can clearly see a body being loaded inside the sliding door of the van.

"He's alive so far as I can tell," Juice tells the others, "I ran the plates," she swallows hard loyalties still fighting inside her, "They belong to Tomas Montez, he's been missing from SAMCRO for the last couple of weeks." :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I never knew Jax Teller. I'd heard Alvarez tell stories when he came by the clubhouse. Those visits became shorter and less frequent once 'El Padrino' took off his kutte.

To be honest, other than Happy and Packer, I could give a fuck about the Sons of Anarchy. They weren't part of my world here. Not enough that it mattered what they did or didn't do. They were just some other club.

At least until now. Until it looked like one of them took @BishopLosa . I chewed the inside of my lip. We were all worried about him. But there was a knot in the pit of my stomach for words I hadn't said. For words, I hoped like hell that I had a chance to say.

I grab a broom from the closet and start sweeping, something to keep me focused.

"I didn't think anything of it when EZ wasn't in his trailer when I got here," I shift the broken glass in a pile, "I thought he was out helping your Pop." I stop looking up, "Taza was supposed to go out to Vicki's this morning with Creeper. Cell service sucks out that far in the desert," I chuckle softly, "her landline has been out of service for the last couple of days. And they were gonna meet the tech to get it fixed." ::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: "Hey, I don't know that Tommy did this," Juice rambled, "but if he did it wasn't on the club's orders. It wasn't on SAMCRO. We don't do shit like this."

With every fiber of her being Juice knew that #Chibs wouldn't sanction an attack on the Mayans. No matter what bullshit went down on the Southside. He wouldn't betray Alvarez or Jax's promise. But why the fuck would Tommy Montez get involved with this.

"But it was his van. And he's been missing for weeks," she stated, "I can't explain that away. I wish like hell I could."

This act could ignite another Mayan war. The clubs had worked too fucking hard to get things where they were now.

Juice pulls a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her kutte. She didn't smoke much, just when shit was tense. Tucking the cigarette between her lips, she leans into the flame of her lighter. Things were fucking tense. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I paused for a second. I should caution #Hank about drinking with the meds I gave him, but at the moment I knew the warning would fall on deaf ears.

The last of the glass had been swept up so I take a seat at the bar noting what still had to be repaired. The stained glass door needed to be replaced and some furniture. Nothing was stolen, so far as I could tell. The only thing missing was Bishop.

I reach down lifting his hammer from the floor. I finally felt the weight of the thing. I glanced around seeing the weight of everything in the eyes of the other women in the room.

Our place was often just to sit and wait for the guys to solve the problems. We just cleaned up the mess. Sure that was what MC women did. But now it was up to us to fix it. To find Bishop and bring him back.

I set the hammer back on the table with a thud. "There's not time to wait around for the guys to show up," I stated, "the longer someone's missing, the less likely to find them..."

I swallow hard the many episodes of Law and Order run through my mind. I'd have to stop watching that shit before bed after all of this was over.

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice had been tracking the traffic cams in Santo Padre looking for the black van. The one that likely had the Mayans Prez thrown in it. The one owned by a missing Reaper.

"If Tommy Montez doesn't have a good as fuck reason for being involved in this shit," she said, "it is definitely gonna hit the fan." She knew #Chibs like a father and he wouldn't put up with this shit from a new patch. She swallowed the rest of her words about it.

"The last place the van was seen was the traffic cam before here," she points out the checkpoint. "Can't see border patrol overlooking a hostage like that. So they've got to be somewhere near there."

Fingers click against the keys, pulling up an overhead map of the area. "Any guesses?" :::::::::::::::::::

Rosa Diaz: I lean over Juice's shoulder looking at the map. The area was familiar. I reach out and touch the screen, scrolling it up and out.

"I know this place," I tell them, "It's about a few miles from the Qhechan reservation. There's a bunch of old warehouses out there. That has to be where they took him." I look up at the other women and then to #Hank. "You shouldn't drive with your head injury." I raise my hand, "Don't fucking argue, viejo. Did Creeper take the van to Vicki's?"

The large biker shakes his head, "I'm going with. You girls shouldn't do this alone. This is our fight." I nodded in reluctant agreement. Taking the van keys he pulled from his pocket.

"Let's go, we can't wait around for the guys any longer," I say, "I'll have Chuckie keep calling the guys, tell them where we've gone."

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EZ Reyes:

•The afternoon sun beat down on his face. Ez, never thought that his life would be this, the biker life, the MC life. But there was something that he learned. He /was/ cut out for this life. It was way for him to protect his family. And for the longest time, he couldn’t. Now though? He could. He was along his side his brother. It may have not been the most glamorous life, but it was one thing, his.

He rolled his shoulders, popping his neck. Flexing his fingers in and out of a fists. He sat on the steps of the clubhouse. His forearms resting on his knees. He was itching to get out on his bike. He needed to feel the wind on his face and have the ground speeding underneath him. And it couldn’t have come at a better time. Angel, him and few others had to do another run. Once again running drugs, making sure that the packages got there in one piece.

Pushing off the steps, he grabbed his shirt. Pulling it over his head, and down his upper body, then his cut was next. He wore that shit with pride.

Kicking up dust as he walked to his bike. checking to make sure that he had everything ready for the trip they were about to take. Tying off his red bundle on the handle bars of his bike. He even went as far to check his brothers bike. Hey, he had to look out for his brother.

Once everything was checked. He walked into the club house. Time was wasting. If his brother was dick deep in a girl, well it was good send off.

Stepping through the door letting the screen shut behind him. The club was getting ready for a patch party. He was glad to be getting in the road. Not that he minded parties. He just needed this time. He called out.* Angel, brother let’s go! We have to meet them in 20 minutes. If you’re balls deep, wrap it up! •he chuckled, waiting next to the bar.• ::::::::::::::::::::

Angel Reyes: -Angel had finished his conversation with Bishop and Taza not really wanting to do this run but hey you go where you're told. Angel just had a bad feeling something was about to go down but maybe it was that carne asada from the street tacos he tore up last night but seriously one thing after the other suggested a bad omen. He could tell Taza was shitting bricks over Palo and even though Angel never let on about how much he actually paid attention he was. Deep down there was a healthy fear of the Vatos Malditos.

They didn't play by the rules and pretty much nothing was off the table. How much so was still to be determined. Putting on the mask though of invincibility he rolled out of the office with a huge smile playing the fearless big brother routine for EZ. "Man you bitch more than a woman, always barking orders and pretending you're in charge. Why you always worried bout my love life anyway huh? Stop playing hard to get and go get laid yourself so we both can have a fuckin' break." Pointed look as he walked past EZ and punched his arm then stepped outside putting on his shades. This delivery was going across state lines up to Tucson so they'd be on the round for a good four hours or more.

Throwing a leg over the motorcycle he picked up his helmet and put it on. Luckily getting into Yuma wasn't a problem. It was if you were trying to get from Yuma to California that was the bitch. Luckily things would be fairly easy. Motorcycle roared to life and he rolled out the gate beside his brother taking off towards the freeway unaware that hell was about to be unleashed on the club.-

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EZ Reyes:

•He chuckled rubbing his arm.• “And yet you wouldn’t have it any other way. But I’m not going to start cooking for you and wearing an apron.” •Ez, wasn’t just one to hop from bed to bed. But, he would admit, it might take some of the stress off of him. He could tell his brother was worried about something. It wasn’t hard to tell. No matter how tried to hide it. There as always something that gave him away. But he wasn’t about to be a nosey bitch. Not here at the clubhouse anyways. He would have time when they were alone.

Following Angel out. He swung his leg over his motorcycle, strapped on his helmet and started his bike. The rumble felt good beneath him. It made him feel at least a little bit less stressed.

He followed along side Angel, hand laying against his thigh. Getting to the meet up point. It was then going to be the four hour ride. And he was happy about it. As happy as he could be anyways.

They met up, got into formation, cell phone turned on silent for the ride. As they road towards the setting sun.•

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Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice nods in agreement. Time was definitely not on their side. The Mayan Prez had been missing for several hours. She didn't want to say out loud what could have already happened to the man. "The VM are fucking ruthless," she recalls the stories from that table meeting several weeks ago, "but working with them passed the table." Juice closes her laptop and snuffs out the cigarette she had been smoking. "I get what went down after that shit at the lodge," she states, "if it had been our club, retaliation would have been a given too. But looks like a war was started and this is just the beginning." Juice swallowed hard, "We have a location. We better hurry."

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Rosa Diaz: "You know how to shoot a gun, cariño?" #Hank asked. I suppose if shit happened that was a light question. I didn't think about that until I stuffed the key in the ignition. "I live in a shit neighborhood," I shuffle through my purse and pull out my .22, safety still on. "I've never /had/ to use it. But I know how to. I'm licensed and everything." "Shooting a target is different than shooting a man," he said. "If it comes to it, do you think you can do it?" He looks from me to Nikki and back. I chew the inside of my lip, "To save Bishop," I told him, "I wouldn't fucking hesitate." #Hank gives me a nod. I could see the hesitation on his face. But we were all that he had. The guys were unavailable.

-The ride had taken them to the suburbs called Corona de Tucson. It was something out of a Better Homes and Garden spread, you could really expect Betty White to come out with milk and cookies wearing a damn apron. But this was apparently where the whetto's hung out that had some cash. A quiet transfer, not much conversation and we were back on the road. Hitting the freeway I cranked it open because the damn sun was burning my skin something fierce. You could see the heat rising up from the payment, hell we could have fried and egg on that shit with no problem. Coming through the mountain pass hitting the deserted straight away of road my phone starting to ping like a mutherfucker. After the umpteenth time I gave the signal and we pulled into a rest stop. I could use some water and take a piss anyway. Pushing my shades up after taking off the hot-ass helmet I rubbed my eyes pulling the cell out and looking at it. It was to hot and had shut off so not to fry itself. Fuckin' /perfect/. -Mumbling as I head for john.-

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Juice: After snapping her laptop closed, Juice follows the women outside. They had a destination now and that was something. What they'd do when they reached it that was another story.

With the club, there was always a chance we'd have to pull our guns. She checks the one she kept tucked in her saddlebag. Full clip and a spare.

Would it be enough?

She guessed it had to be.

Her leg swung over her bike and she settled in the seat. The bike roaring to life as she follows the van out of the rusted gate of Romero Bros Scrap Yard.

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Bishop: -Coming too, quickly finding my wrists are cuffed behind me to the chair I'm in. I've had my ass kicked more than a few times so I wasn't surprised. Trying to move my legs, they were secured as well. Who had me? That was the million-dollar question, if death was the end game then I'd be dead already so either I had something they wanted or they weren't intending on killing me. I'm guessing soon as they get what they want then I'm gonna be dead. Had to figure out where I was but more importantly how to get loose. I didn't want to die today. I heard voices in the distance and a scuff of boots on the floor. It smelt like dust and salt, suddenly the hood was yanked off and there stood some leather-wearing chick with a knife. Blinking I took in the other person... Palo. Fuck me. So he put shit together quick, they'd teamed up but I wasn't anything special just a fucking club prez.... but maybe they wanted something else. Clearing my throat I sat up straighter, important to stand your ground even when you're fucked.- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa: I typed the address into the GPS and pull out onto the road. I could almost hear #Angel's teasing for using the thing. Why he wasn't answering the phone? Why none of the other guys answer their phones? Did the VM get them too?

I worried that something would happen that we wouldn't make it in time. That a cop other than Franky Rogan would be working the highway on the way and I'd have to drive the speed limit. My foot pressed harder on the gas as every bad thought raced through my head.

"It shouldn't be too long before we get there," I glanced in the rearview making sure I hadn't lost Juice. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Juice: Juice kept safely close to the van. Speeding up and weaving between cars that got in the way. Splitting between lanes to keep the van in my sites.

She couldn't fathom how Tommy Montez got himself tangled up in this but a reckoning would happen when #Chibs or #Jax found out what was going down. Her gut went back to the times she was tempted to do shit that would get her ostracized from her club. But she found her way back.

She only hoped that the trust she'd damaged with them was completely lost. Maybe saving this Mayan King would make everything right.

Or at least right-er. ::::::::::::::::::::

Rosa: "Angel and EZ left yesterday on an Arizona run," #Hank told me. I let out a sigh of relief. Most of the guys were accounted for. I didn't want to lose another family. Not like this, and not at the hands of a fucking lunatic.

The club didn't fill me in on everything but I knew from the way #Taza spoke about this El Palo person he wasn't someone you'd want to meet in a dark alley alone.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins as we got closer to the Reservation. Fear and nerves all rolled into one. I knew that I'd have to get my hands dirty. And for the Mayans, the men who'd become my family, I'd gladly drag myself through the mud for. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

EZ: •The sun and heat were brutal. Sweat ran down his back, shirt sticking to his body. It wasn’t going to get any better. Hand resting on his thigh, between his legs. It still felt good to be out on the road.

Movement caught his eye, following Angel to the rest stop. He kicked the stand down. Turning off his bike and shutting it off. Taking off his helmet, he swung his leg and got off his bike. Taking out a bandanna and wiping the sweat from his face.

Watching Angel, his brother was pissed off, if the words that flew out of his mouth, were anything to go by. He grabbed two bottles of water. And walked to follow Angel, as his phone went off. He dug it out, but couldn’t see a damn thing. Stowing it back in his pocket. He started walking again. Catching up the Angel, handing him a bottle of water.• What’s got you pissed off? •Ez, twisted the top of his bottle and drained half of the water. The cool water rushing down his throat.•

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Angel Reyes: Fuckin' phone shut off it's hot. I had texts and missed calls blowin' it up till it shut off from the heat. -Washing his hands he took the phone out and laid it on the back of the sink hoping the shit would cool off and turn back on.- You got service yet? I got a bad fuckin' feelin' can't shake it. Lately, the only luck we have is /bad/ and that delivery just went too damn smoothly.

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Palo: •Palo, stood as he stared and Bishop. It had taken awhile but now he would pay for what he done, or rather had done. It took great effort not to slit his throat. After shooting up Grandma's party. He might not even remember it. Though today he would remember. Through his screams and blood he would. If it was the last thing he did. And then he would kill him and toss his body. With a nod of his head, the cover was ripped from his head. He relished in the shocked look on his face. He almost cracked a smile on his stone face. He gave a nod and the woman stepped back. Palo was all that Bishop could see. He wanted him to only see him. He knew who he was, he knew just how fucked up he was as well. He stood and studied him a few moments. Letting Bishop’s mind wonder and go crazy as to why he was here. After he felt enough time had passed. He spoke.• “Tell me Bishop, why do you think you’re here?”

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Bishop: -Sinking feeling, "El Palo" had a reputation for being absolutely ruthless. From previous experience knew he could not be trusted and he'd kill pretty much anyone without a second thought. Bishop took a deep breath, this crazy mother fucker was gonna kill him and they both knew it.- I'm here because of your lack of honor. Your club started this shit, then you made a deal with the Sons... Your guys are /dead/ because of /you/. You wanna try to spin this shit and make yourself feel better go right ahead but we both know the truth. You didn't even have the balls to fuckin' call me out. You took the pussy way out and pulled this shit. So go ahead and get it over with but I can promise my /guys/ with hunt /you/ down and once they do well it will make whatever you do to me look like a toddler party.

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EZ: •He dug out his phone, showing him a black screen.• I got shit. •taking another drink of his water. He had learned to trust Angel when it came to this. If he had a bad feeling, then there was bound to be something up. Nods• I say we need to get back to the club as as we can. •he walked over and took Angel’s phone. Grabbing some paper towels he wet them until they were damp. Ringing out the water, he let the cool paper towels help to cool his phone.• But we’re still a good ways away. This might help and get your phone back on.

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Angel: -Leave it to EZ to think up shit, Angel watched and nodded. Carrying the paper towel-wrapped phone outside he got on his bike and started it up. About to roll back the phone started dinging like a son of a bitch again, he covered the screen with his hand to be able to read shit.- Son of a bitch... -Raising his voice of the rumble of the engines.- Bishop's been grabbed, Juice has a lead on his location! Haul ass! -Angel texts @HackerSister. "We're on our way, bout an hour out."

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Angel: -Adrenaline pumping the roar of the motorcycles killing any real thoughts for now. Everything had been leading up to this point. With each notch in the chain, he knew that they'd end up in serious shit. Too much had happened not to. Side glance to EZ before opening up the throttle, they'd be there very soon and some assholes were going to pay in blood for missing with Bish.

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EZ: •Ez, ran to his bike. Shit had just hit the fan. Bishop, had been taken. With the bike roaring to life, he peeled out behind his brother. With a twist of his hand, he pushed his bike, it teased with the line of pushing too hard. Angel had been right, things had been going too damn easy. The other shoe had dropped. And fuck they weren’t there to even stop it from falling. Pure rage boiled the blood the coiled through his veins. They had messed with the wrong fucking MC. Meeting his brother's gaze, he nodded. Bodies were going to be hitting the floor. We would paint the streets with their blood

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El Palo: •He let him talk. No emotion showed on his face, even though anger and rage boiled his blood. He should just slit his throat and get it over with. He was tired of hearing the asshole talk. In his eyes, Bishop was nothing, nothing but a bug to be smashed under his. He had killed his own blood. Make no mistake Bishop would fear him. He could sit there, trying to look proud. He might even give him credit for doing it. A humorless chuckle fell from his lips.• You think I care about your /men/. •hard eyes meeting his.• Let them come, let come and face El Palo. I’ll be their worse nightmare. Just as I will be yours. They will be buried right beside you. You can have that one comfort. •without a second thought. His fist came out and landed hard onto his face. Rearing back again he landed even harder. The crack of bone under his fist, the warmth of his blood coating his fingers and splattering his face. Vision turning red, letting his anger loose. Every hit that landed made him crave more, and more he gave and gave.•

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Bishop: -Nose broke for sure, blood running from his mouth and nostrils he couldn't register exactly the hurt because the crazy fucker was still beating on him. Head snapped one way and the other. His chest hurt from the blows and every time he went to get another breath he was hit again somewhere in there, his noggin was hit one too many times and he blacked out. Slumped in the chair, blood dripping down and soaking into his shirt he was out cold.-

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Rosa: I was a nervous wreck, pacing back and forth beside the side of the van. I probably checked my phone a dozen or more times seeing who was coming and how far they were away "Calm down, cariña," Hank says, "They're coming." "I know," I tell him, "I can't help but worry. It's my thing. Especially when I don't know what the fuck is going on," I couldn't let my mind wander to the what ifs. Cause I had ideas how bad they could get. And the longer we waited the more things started to pop in my head. "I'm gonna need you all to distract me cause if you don't I'm imagining all kinds of horrors happening to him. And it does not do anyone any good if I'm all panicky."

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Juice: Juice watches as Rosa paces. She never had anyone she was committed to like that. She had the club. She had the patch. But she didn't have someone special that she'd do anything for. Never thought about it really. But she could see what caring about someone did to a person. How it made them feel when you didn't come home. So Juice wasn't sure if it were better that she didn't have someone or not.

"Shouldn't be too much longer."

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Angel: -Angel took the turnoff and geared down as he got closer. Rolling up to a stop his first thought “How bad is it?” his second thought was “What the fuck is Rosa doing here?” Killing the engine he got off his bike. Helmet came off and he looks at Hank.- What the fuck happened?

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EZ: •Ez, followed his brother. Even at this speed, it wasn’t hard. His mind racing as they pulled in and parked. Slipping off his helmet. He looked at all who were here.Fuck, Hank was going to get his balls cut off, for Rosa being here. Swinging his leg, he got off his bike. walking beside Angel. This was a mess. Why in the fuck would Hank even let Rosa out here. Shaking his head, as he pushed his hands into his pockets. Focusing on Hank, the question fell from his mouth.• Why do you have Rosa out here? Bishop will have your balls.

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El Palo: *The fucker was out cold. With only pissed him off. His knuckles bloody and bruised, but he felt no pain. He looked around to the few men that stood around watching on. His face showing no emotion, he spoke evenly and calmly.* Wake his ass up. *he didn't care how it was done, he just wanted that shit done. His right hand stepped forward, with a blow torch, El Palo smirked. The only sign that he was enjoying this. The man stepped forward, as the bright blue and red flame burst from the nozzle. Bending down he ran the tip of the flame along the tip of his fingers. El Palo crossed his arms and watched on. Waiting for the asshole to wake up.*

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Bishop: -The temporary reprieve was over quickly, heat sparked up his nerves and caused him to jerk away blinking and confused. His face beat to hell, he was trying to figure out what was going on when his eyes blurry as they were registered El Palo standing behind his torturer. He leaned forward mumbling and as the guy with the blow torch leaned in he head-butted the bastard hard as he could. Rocking forward he got to his feet and lunged at El Palo still tied to the chair. They crashed to the concrete floor and Bishop tugged at his restraints trying it get free. The chair had broken and at least one hand was free. Grabbing him by the throat he squeezed trying to kill the insane bastard.-

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Rosa: I felt my heart relax a little with the sound of approaching motorcycles. They meant we could finally get a move on and get to Bishop. I knew from the look on all their faces they didn't think I belonged here. And in the pit of my stomach, I knew that too. I should be back at the clubhouse wiping of the bar waiting around for them to come back. Instead of putting myself in the line of fire.

I hated feeling like I had to explain my presence so I didn't. "Let's go," I swung the door of the van open and climbed behind the wheel, and started the engine.

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Juice: Juice hangs back a little watching the Mayans pull up. She still had no idea why Tommy would be involved in this. Or what the fuck all of this was about. It wouldn't take much to launch things back into a war with the Mayans again. One that they'd fought so hard to get out of.

She didn't want to be caught in the crossfire if a war broke out. But she knew sure as fuck that Chibs didn't sanction this shit. Not kidnapping a club President.

Juice wasn't about to step in the middle of Mayan business as she watched Rosa climb into the van. There wasn't time for that now.

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Angel: -No one was talking much he shook his head and grabbed an AK from the van and loaded it. Grabbing a couple extra clips he put it in a duffle and picked up a handgun.- I dunno about you fuckers but I'm going about Bish, anything gets past me kill it. -Heading towards the back of the building looking for a way in that wouldn't give them away or get them killed. Crates were stacked up and a fire escape ladder led to the roof. He doubted these fuckers were thinking about full building security so he went for the high ground and started climbing.-

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EZ: *The thought of Bishop, hurt, taken or worse killed. Didn't sit well with Ez, as didn't no one saying a damn thing. First his brother Angel, had brought him in, then it was Bishop that took it up. He wouldn't let anyone hurt his prez or anyone he cared about. The women shouldn't be here. It was dangerous for them. Flickering his gaze to Angel, he wasn't going to ordered around by anyone other then his prez. But hell if he was going to let his brother, go in there alone. He would always have his back. Follow suit, he grabbed his hand gun, checking it to make sure that he had enough bullets, slipping it into the waist band of his jeans. He nodded to his brother.* "Right behind you." *He held his own AK with the butt nustled against his shoulder. He watched his brother climb. Eyes turned and scanned the area around them. Ready to kill any that would take out his brother. Nothing would get past him.*

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#MarkOfCain #DSM #SPN #RP Part One

Written by: @KingOfHell_DSM & @DeanWinchester_

-The air cold around his lifeless body, encased in darkness. Silence and peace for one rare moment. He'd sought relief from the constant pain knowing he'd gave everything he had left to flee it. A red glow slowly lit the tomb his flesh burning as the demanded payment. Moments later he took a breath, eyes opened looking inhuman. Black and lifeless orbs had replaced the hazel irises. Lifting his right hand to peer at the burning mark. He was closed inside something, putting his hands against the stone cover he shoved hard to the left and sent the stone slab hurling off and hitting hard floor cracking down the middle. Sitting up he pulled the gauze away and climbed out of the coffin. Cracking his neck he looked around adjusting to this void of feeling. There was no pain just quiet. @KingOfHell_DSM

•Crowley sat on his throne. Demon after demon complaining about something. Lucifer was out, doing hell knows what. But it played his favor. He could run Hell as he saw fit. It was what he wanted. To command and hold onto the power of the tortured souls of Hell. At this moment. He feared nothing, sure there were things that could kill him. But when his plan falls into place. It will be hard to take him out.

A smirk spread across his lips.* And there it is. What I was waiting for. *The mark of Cain had been a perfect plan. He just had to wait. And it looked like he didn’t have to wait long. With the power of his mind he called.* Come home.

-Instinctively he disappeared from the cavern and reappeared in hell's throne room. Black eyes focused on Crowley not even acknowledging the demons in the room.-

Well..well...Colt Winchester. You surprise me. Already got yourself killed. •he chuckled and stood from his throne.• Leave us. •he ordered the other demons away. They bowed and left the room.• You have made my day I must say. •he walked down to him, standing before him. Oh his plan was falling into place. The key piece had always been Colt Winchester. And now he had him. And he wouldn’t let him go.• Follow me, I have something for you. •he walked around him and to the door. Opening it and stepping out.• I do believe you’ll love this gift. The mark is nothing without it. •hands placed behind his back. He walked through the halls of Hell. To the room where all relics are held. Stepping inside he looked through the mess of relics for the first blade.•

-No speaking he turned and obediently followed, the demons they passed moved the fuck bad whispering to themselves. The torches flickered lighting the way of what seemed to be an endless corridor. Walking in behind Crowley he stood watching, recognizing a few items laying around from the many years of hunting. Lucifer came to mind for a split second but he didn't care anymore so he didn't ask if the angel had returned yet.-

•The first blade laid in a box with magical ruins, that only Crowley could open. When he found it, he wasn’t about to let it just lay around. He whispered words of magic. The box, glowed a deathly black and purple. Lifting the lid, there nestled in a blood red cushion was the first blade. Made from the bone of a donkey’s jaw. Cain had once held it. And now, now it was for the mark bearer. He gripped it, pulling it from the box. Turning he walked back to Colt.• This is what you will use. You will find it will suit you. •offering it to Colt.• Now, you will get to see some very dear people. •chuckling• Oh to see their faces. You, Colt Winchester, are you to bathe in blood. Even the blood of your family. Unless of course they play nicely.

-Keen eyes never left the demon, taking hold of the gruesome looking blade he felt a surge of power. But more prevalent was the desire to kill. The mention of “family” made him look back up at Crowley his face stoic. A dead man has no family.

It much of a talker are you? •chuckles, oh it would priceless to see the faces of his family. When the time came.• Let us first leave a little mark on the world. •motioning him to follow.• There is a prophet. That is highly guarded. He has been such a throne in my side. he lives in New Orleans. Care to have a little fun? •smirks• We will go and find him. You, •points to him.• Are going to kill him, in the bloodiest way possible.

-Falling into step beside him.- I’d be happy to oblige. What makes him hard to find? Is he hidden with magic?

•nods as the walk back to throne room.• Yes, strong magic that most demons can’t get through. But you, are different from all other demons. He has a family, they will have to be killed as well. Don’t need them running off and telling now do we? You have to brake the through the wards. I might suspect that hunters might be guarding him as well. Those are another pain in my ass. If there are any there. Take them out as well. It will get back to the other hunters in time.

No witnesses. Understood.

•nods, with a smirk. Oh this was going to perfect. Getting back to the throne room. He picked up a file, handing it to Colt.• Here is what was able to be gathered on him. •it was a small thin file.•

James Conrad, 38. New Orleans, LA. I’ve explained what I know. He lives just outside the city. Once you’re caught up. We will leave.

-Colt listened but didn’t really give a shit. He could finally breathe without some bullshit theatrics. When emotions aren’t a factor anymore life becomes crystal fucking clear. He’d been an idiot for looking for Jake all these years. He’d been an idiot holding on to hope their family would be fixed or atleast somewhat together. Never again would he bother with him or his bullshit. He was beyond done. Maybe a little guilt was left getting Qhuinn involved. Although Qhuinn hadn’t taken no for an answer either, so the guilt wasn’t just his to bear. He disappeared only to reappear with Crowley outside the “prophets” home. As he let go of the shit from his human life he concentrated on the job in front of him. Clutching the blade he looked at the property. Head tilting to the side as he listened and felt the power radiating off the angels on the property.-

There’s three. I’ll be back. -With that he tried to materialize right inside the house but they’d put up wards. He tried to push through the invisible wall but it made little difference. So he put his blade away and disappeared, this time he reappeared and held a woman he’d grabbed from the sidewalk in town.- Here little piggy... come out, come out wherever you are! -Colt held the blade to the bitches throat.- Come on you chicken shit douchebags, I’m gonna cut her throat and continue to cut throats till you assholes come out and we handle this face to face... -The woman struggled against his grasp, whimpering and completely fucking pathetic. He wanted to tell her she was absolutely freaking ridiculous but theatrics...- Five! Four! -The woman screamed begging to be let go. - Three! -A high pitched sound rang in Colt’s ears and thrill went down his spine. T

he blade ran across her throat and blood sprayed from her carotid artery.- Whoops, my bad! You guys really should come on out! She looks like a fish out of water! God doesn’t care and the angels are dick bags... -The woman dropped to the ground trying to stop the blood but to late because her heart was pumping faster now and the crimson spray was relieving her of the vital fluid. Colt listened, to her last gasps.- To late! I can do this all week! -Poofs, this time the local pastor.- Pastor, do you believe in god? Angels? -His eyes black as midnight.- “I do. Let me pray for, God can help you.” -Colt laughed with no true emotion at all.- Sorry, that boat has sailed. You’re going to die by my hand if the angels don’t appear. If they appear I let you go, if they don’t I’m going to use your intestines for early Christmas decorations on this tree right here.

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#TheBirthOfChaos #DSM #SOA #Mayans #RP Part Two

Written by: @HackerSister @InkedPrincessMC @ReyesAtHeartMC @BikersRose @InkedWithPetals @EZReyesDSM @ReyesMayans @AShotOfAPatch

Juana "Juice" Ortiz: Juice groaned at the sound of her phone buzzing at the table beside her head. It was too fucking early and didn't people know she had a fucking hangover.

After zooming in on the plates she runs a trace. It would take a couple hours for the results. Just enough time for me to haul her ass down south. She turns on her mobile hotspot, to keep shit going while she drives. Then tuck everything safely in her saddlebags.

Hopefully the early ass time of day would mean traffic would be at a minimum.

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Nikki Lowman: I was riding back from Charming from seeing my father, I had just stopped at the gas station to fuel back up to get me back to Santo Padre, I had a voice on my phone from Alexis, pressing the button and Listening to the call, I frantically paid for the gas

and got back into my Motorcycle, heading home, As I pulled up outside my apartment I pulled out my cell and begins to dial #Ez cell but there was no answer. Yeah, This was definitely frustrating knowing #Bishop was taken and #Hank was attacked inside the « clubhouse. I dialed @ReyesAtHeartMC hoping she would know where #Ez was at. The ringing tone felt like forever until a voice was heard on the line.>>

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Malia Reyes: I stirred as I hear my cell ringing as I reach over answer the call “Hello?” Nikki’s voice was troubled as she explained what had happened, I was definitely wide awake now.

“I think he said he was staying with my pops, I’ll keep trying to ring him. I’ll drive over there to see where he’s at, I’ll meet you at the clubhouse once I’m done.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, The Prez being taken and #Hank being knocked out cold. I quickly got out of bed and got dressed, heading out to the truck and heading towards my pops house to see if #Ez was there. My head was on overdrive wondering what the hell happened.

Pulling up to the house and getting out, quickly rushing to the door and walking straight inside. “Ez you here?” Quickly rushing to the bedroom where he’d stay but it was empty. My pops walks out. “ Malia, ¿qué pasa?” Looking over at him as I look around.

“ Pop, ¿Has visto a Ezkiel?” He shook his head as I walk over to him as I place a kiss on his cheek as I head back out to the truck. “I’ll call you later.” I had to time to stick around as I jump into my truck and head to the clubhouse, I tried to figure out where Ez was at, Pulling into the yard and shutting off the engine. I get out and rush inside. “Any news?”

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Rosa Diaz: It could have been minutes after I called @InkedwithPetals for help or it could have been hours. But the time seemed to drag agonizingly long. Time was crucial. The chances of something happening to #Bishop multiplied with each ticket of the clock.

Fortunately, his breathing remained steady and his eyes finally fluttered open. I give him a soft smile, "Don't try to get up, Viejo. Help is coming."

I lift my eyes to the door hearing @ReyesAtHeartMC come through the clubhouse doors, "In here." I call out, "There's nothing yet."

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Alexis Alvarez: [I parked my truck in the lot outside the clubhouse barely giving Marcus time to follow me. #Hank on the floor. My Nikes squeaked on the floor as I knelt in front of the teddy bear of a biker.] Stay put old man. I've got this. [#Hank stared at me, his words were a bit slurred but clear to me. "You came. Get those pendejos." I nodded kissing his cheek.] You know I will. [I looked up seeing a familiar face smiling at me. "Lexi." #Chuckie was odd, but he took care of things, first with SAMCRO and now here with the Mayans.

I smiled hugging #Chuckie lightly.] Good to see you, Chuckie. I'm going to need the keys to the shed. Can you do that for me? [A simple nod, but I knew he was probably just as freaked out as everyone else. Marcus stared at me. "Alexis, no!" Fury flashed in my eyes as I stood toe to toe with my godfather.] Who the fuck are you to tell me anything? Especially today. Do you ride? Wear a patch? Vote? Hold a gavel? Nope. You are the cartel's little bitch now. Shut the fuck up and sit down. [I took the keys from Chuckie and turned to Rosa.]

I will bring him home. I'm not that motherfucker behind me. [I ran out to the shed opening the doors. My breath caught for a minute as two bikes were covered with tarps. One I was keeping for Abel and the other was Esai's. As I walked over to my husband's Harley, I patted the handle of the other Harley. Now wasn't the time for tears. I slung my leg over Esai's bike and started it. Clipping my helmet in place I put on my Raybans whispering into the air.] I'm coming Tio. Just hang on. [I pulled out of the shed looking at #Chuckie.] Lock it up. [I looked at Malia and nodded.] Either one of your brothers show up, slap them and send them after me. Juicy shows up? Tell her I have my burner. I'll be back as soon as I can.

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#TheBirthOfChaos #DSM #SOA #Mayans #RP Part One

Written by: @HackerSister @InkedPrincessMC @ReyesAtHeartMC @BikersRose @InkedWithPetals @EZReyesDSM @ReyesMayans @AShotOfAPatch

I reach down to set right an overturned table. My heart pounded fast in my chest when I saw the broken stained glass door leading to Templo. The glass crunched beneath my feet as I slowly stepped over the threshold. I’ve only ever been in there to clean a couple of times. Normally #Hank had the prospect keep it clean. The head chair lay on its side, empty. And #Hank lay unconscious on the floor. I lean down and press my fingers to his neck, his pulse was there slow but there. “Hank?” He was out cold. It finally registered that there were two bikes still parked under the awning. #Hank’s and… #Bishop’s “Hank, where’s Bishop?” The large biker still didn’t respond. I pulled my phone from my back pocket, dialing everyone in the MC. No answer. I mean who really answers their phone before 7 am? I search through my contacts finding @InkedWithPetals number on my phone. I hoped she would answer.

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Alexis Alvarez: [Diana's words rocked me to my core. "Lexi, don't you think it's time to take that off?" She was referring to the cross that settled right below my breast bone. I'd been wearing it since #Esai gave it to me. I was fifteen. The cross was his and a symbol for everyone else around me that I was his. Today was not the day for my mother-in-law to bring up the subject of my dead husband and her dead son. My words were like tiny knives aimed right for her throat.] No, Mama. Just like I still wear my rings, Esai is still my everything.

Besides, everyone knows me this way. [Tessa smiled at me from the breakfast table. She was just a baby when Happy Lowman took her older brother from me. "At least Esai exists for her, you and Papi never talk about him." I frowned kissing Tessa's head as my phone rang. Glancing down at my phone, the color drained out of my face. Rosa was calling me. She hardly ever did, #Bishop always did. It's a family thing.] I gotta take this. [Tessa's face fell. "Always leaving." I felt bad about that. Truly, I did.] I promise, Tessa I'll make it up to you. [I bolted out the door putting the phone to my ear.] Rosa, what's wrong?

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Alexis Alvarez: [The sound in Rosa's voice made my heart pick up speed. Something was wrong with #Bishop, there had to be because he would be at the clubhouse by now. I had to remember to stay calm, I could freak out after I knew where #Bishop was.] Knowing Angel, he's busy getting fucked six ways from Sunday. I'll do some digging here and head down there. Rosa, breathe. He wouldn't want you to panic. I'll go wake Marcus and make him come with me. I'm on my way. Just do your best to breathe. I've got this. I'll track down Angel too, but for now, just lay low. [Telling someone who is freaked out to stay calm wasn't going to work well, but I didn't know what else to say.] I'll call you as soon as I know anything. [I ended the call and quickly sent a message to @HackerSister.]

I need you to give me everything you can find on Bishop in the last eighteen hours. He's MIA and I just have a horrible feeling. Once you know something head to Santo Padre. No one would answer Rosa but me. [I sent the message and ran into the house taking the steps two at a time.] Papa! You up? [The chuckle coming from down the hall was a sign he was in fact awake. "Mija, Que paso?" I rounded the corner coming face to face with Marcus.] Bishop is missing. Rosa called. [His eyes narrowed. "No club business in the house. You know that." I rolled my eyes and snapped.] Yes, I know. I also don't want another family member dead. Not today, Papa! Just no. [Tessa looked at me and held out her hand. "Lexi, you need breakfast. Please, take a muffin." I smiled and grabbed the muffin offered.] Te amo, chiquita.

[I got in my Chevy Silverado waiting for Marcus to get in. Technically, the truck used to belong to Jax Teller, but Wendy gave it to me. As I drove I put a call into @InkedPrincessMC getting her voicemail.] Nikki, it's me. I need you to do me a favor. Track down, EZ. Tell him I'm on my way. Family emergency. See you soon. [I hated being caged, but Marcus didn't ride anymore and he didn't need to be alone.]

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#ReturnOfAdam #DSM #RP Part Two

Written by and posting order: @ForgotAboutAdam @DeanWinchester_ @SammyWDSM @tridenthunting

Colt Things hadn't gone as planned, Sammy had been cremated and he hadn't bothered telling a bunch of people he couldn't handle it. He'd been buried out on the property under an Oak tree. John was off on a hunt down in Colombia and couldn't make it back. And his Dad had bailed without a word leaving Colt to deal with it. So the remaining Winchesters were pretty far from being close and he, in particular, knew that he'd have to get his shit together for his kids if nothing else. Asher was a big help and he was happy but somethings you a gotta break on your own. His /issues/ could get pretty severe so he'd chosen to start seeking professional help. It was a step in the right direction, he couldn't expect anyone else to save him from himself. Ethan wasn't gonna come sweeping in to save the day either so he'd need to take things seriously. He was devasted but he pushed that down and refused to wallow in it anymore. Going on back to the office he made his rounds to see what was going on in the world according to their analysts. -

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Sam - Since getting his life turned around from escaping his world with all the zombies and now settling his life here in Austin with clone family in this world. Now he just needs to get himself set up with a job in his Clone brother and father in Colt and John Winchester. This world was quite different from his world. This world had light and shade and not the constant running and living for our lives. When my life here was found and managed to get along with everybody and the family here seem to be all happy. According to Colt, there was a rift of multiple worlds giving a window to another world to come here and giving all the other clone to survive in this world if they find a way to there rifts. This gave me hope that I might one day find my true brother in @DemonhunterDW someday. When we were separated in the last fight with zombies. He hopes his brother managed to get out before his world exploded as he heard by Colt that Chuck was cancelling worlds that couldn't contain the demons and now. He sighs and hopes his Dean Got out before his world just vanished with everyone loved and cared about was now dead.

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John had decided to send a text to the boys to have a get together at the headquarters building so that Sam and he could meet one another. They'd lost one Sam and gained another in a short amount of time. John couldn't fathom what the big guy upstairs was doing but they had to make a plan to get everyone on the same page. So as he sat with a hot cup of coffee waiting for the boys to show up he read through the mornings briefing. Specifically about the rifts showing up here and there, depositing at this point Winchesters but he had his suspensions more was going on that they didn't understand.-

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Adam had been quiet for a few days. he hadn't had any control over his body for the last few days, to be honest. Michael has put him in his trance. as the last few days were kind of a blur. as he never knew what going on with his so-called family. he logged onto his laptop to track on his family to see where in this miserable world where exactly they would be. living their perfect lives. he could see his elder brother has gone up in the world living in Texas Austin. when he google him to see what's going on with the three Winchester his father didn't even care about him. it was always about him and dean and Sam from the minute I meet him as a child. Adam knew if he could track his elder brother Sam and his father wouldn't be too far behind him. so he made a plan to head to Austin Texas the following day. he was booked into this crappy motel for one more night.

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Colt got a message from his father about meeting up with him and Sammy. Looking at his watch, he had somethings to do but he texted back he'd be there but late. A local haunting had caught his attention when the guys mentioned it. Normally he didn't roll on things like this anymore, honestly didn't get the adrenaline pumping and he lived off of that. Since booze and sex had been quelled adrenaline was pretty much all he had to get through the days. Of course now with Asher in his life and again was a good thing for him and the kids. He worried about them, he knew he hasn't graded A father material but he made efforts to become more of what they'd need. Adapt and survive that was what he did.

Lost in thought till Justin reached over and slapped the back of his hand against his arm. "We're here Colt." Looking up at the old abandoned mental institution with a laugh. "Hope you did your homework Justin, hell, a place like this could have multiple spirits haunting it. What did the construction workers say exactly about this place?" Listening to Justin describes a young teenage girl bloody and bruised up dragging a bloody axe down the corridor. And that the lead foremen clutched his chest and dropped right there on the floor. they described the young woman as he flickered like an old movie projection glitching something out of a horror movie. One of the guys had grabbed the guy by the wrist and trying to get him into the elevator but the girl snarled at them punching her small hand into the foreman's chest like he was squeezing his heart literally. They guys ran for it and managed to get out of there, but they said when they looked up at the window she was standing there dead and pale staring at them. Fire, EMS and cops rolled and they searched the place best they could but couldn't find any trace of the young woman. EMS starting CPR right away but the foreman was DOD (dead on arrival) at the hospital.

Rumor's had gotten out and apparently, no one wanted to take a stab at the renovations. So the recent owner called in a Catholic Priest, Father Gentry. He went in and never came out. Fire and cops searched what they could again but they didn't find him. Colt grabbed his duffle and shotgun. There was a chance the priest could still be alive so he slung the bag over his shoulder and went in, Justin guiding with top of the line GPS and map configuration of the building plans but as soon as they crossed the threshold the equipment began to falter. Colt didn't need EMF to tell him they had a very real problem here but one of the guys held one holding it up. It's was going off like crazy. "Okay stick together, this place has been searched twice but we're looking for anything out of the ordinary. Be suspicious of everything. These places used to do underground work trying to find ways to fix people and who knows what kind of evil went down here. It Gotta be a place big enough to hold a grown man but if he's already dead it may be smaller. Check for hidden rooms, panels in the floors or ceilings etc. Break into teams of two. Work back to back if anything goes down and make damn sure to use your training. Everyone's going home tonight and hopefully the priest as well."

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Sam: It's been a few days with now having my apartment and new Papers with new I.D in this world after being set up by Colt. Next on my agency was to spread my legs out and get set up in this new world and just blend in. Maybe get to own the people of this world. Maybe in time, I might be able to start working for black waters and through some cases under my belt. Right now all I was doing is studying about this world as I wouldn't want this world to fall like my own. The people here under John and Colt Winchester were protected, but for how long.

Sam was sitting in the local library having a cup of coffee. Reading up on any cases that maybe be in the area as he wasn't exactly working at blackwaters but liked to read and see what was happening in this world and maybe looking out for clues of any of his people may be found there way here. When he felt the vibration from his phone sliding across the table. He looked at his phone and there was a message from this world John's Winchester requested him and some of his siblings to come and have a meeting with him at his office. He nodded his head as he read the message from John, he was curious to wonder how many cloned Winchester were here. When he wrote up a quick reply to John. 📱 Sure thing John, I can be there in about thirty minutes or so. 📱 Sam picked up his phone stuff in his shirt pocket, picking up the books and returned them to the shelves.

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John checked his phone and laughed, might be different worlds but typical responses from both. He laid the phone down and went down the hall and into the Operations Command Room. Monitors up all over the places and people monitoring each hunt from their station. He talking to Gilbert to get an update of what was going on. John sipped his coffee as they rattled off several vampire cases, hauntings and a possible ghoul problem. They talked a little and he was about to walk out when one status came back "We've lost coms with Team 8." John walked over and watched them try to figure out any possible problems. "What's the case they are working and where are they?" The analyst looked up. "It's a haunting sir, one confirmed dead and one missing. John looked at the computer screen to see if he recognized any of the operators on the case. He recognized /Justin Hartgrove/ and then the next name /Colt Winchester/. He frowned and shook his head no wonder the kid said he was going to be late.- "How long have coms been down?" The analyst answered "Twenty minutes sir." John took a breath. "Keep me posted on the situation and send me the case file to my office." With that, he turned around and walked out. Colt was a top tier operator but that didn't matter, every time these guys went out in the field he worried. Not just for his son but all of them.-

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Adam In the next morning Adam couldn't wait to check out of this motel. He liked to have his morning coffee outside watching the world go by. This might be normal to others around the enclosed motel with the busy parking lot. He stood watching the people coming and going in their lives. When they were doing the hustle and bustle. He had been locked up in the cage for hundred of years with Lucifer and Michael. When somehow Lucifer managed to escape with some ease. Whereas Michael and himself took a lot longer. Now they were finally Free he had Michael for the company on his body and mind. This one thing that was on Adam mind was a showdown with his family. Since they never looked for him. They simply just forgot about him. It's so true out of mind out of sight. Both Michael and himself had issues that needed to be settled. Michael was helpful since he would often help Adam to track his so-called family with a location. He knew that the Winchester had moved on from Kansas now they have a headquarters n Austin Texas. This Is where he was going to be heading too. Michael had offered to get him there in seconds but Adam wanted the surprise on his side. When he had chose to make the three days drive down to Texas. But he may change his mind in due course. Adam finished his coffee-making his way back inside his room. Putting his coffee cup on the sink. When he turns to pick up his bag. Leaving this motel room, to head towards the reception area to check out. He stepped in placing the key card in the drop off box. saying ”Cheers” to the receptionist. Making his way outside. Walking to his truck. Unlocking the trunk throwing his bag in. Making his way into the driver seat. To begin the drive down to Texas.

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Colt The top floors had been searched first and they'd found nothing now the team descended the stairs to what they believed to be the basement containing the bowler room etc. Dank and dark the basement was pretty damn big with rooms in itself. This was making Colt wished he'd called for a backup team but them again more men, meant higher possibilities of casualties. Signaling they split up, weapon at the ready he went point and led his guys down the east hallway looking for anything that stood out. Lights flickered overhead which could be a sign but could also show the date and faulty wiring of the place. Moving on coming up on a thick door to his right, Justin moved to the left and Colt turned the knob pushing it open. Quick scope of the room then pulling back, having not seen anything he moves around the frame and disappears into the darkness, Justing reaching for where normally a light switch might be flipping it on. Fluorescent lights overhead flickered and Colt moved further into the room checking it. Papers were strewn across the floor. He thought he saw what could be fresh blood on the floor and disappeared behind an old bookcase. Cast in the darkness he thought he saw something in the distance. On the other side of the basement, the rest of the team was mirroring his actions with nothing in sight yet.-

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Sam walked out of the library with the sun splitting the sky. A pair of sunglasses would become in handy when he popped into a nearby store to pick up and pair of sunglasses to be able to see, with Texas been so sunny. Paying for the glasses and a packet of gum and a bottle of water. Sam continue with his travels as he was going to walk to the headquarters of Blackwater to meet with John and any other siblings. Arriving at the pretty impressive building and clearing the securities by giving his name he was escorted up to John Winchester office. Even this John Winchester had a duplicate clone which made Sam feel a little unease with not one John Winchester but two in this world. He had met either of them yet but were they just like his own father John. Sam and his own father were never on the best of the team with Dean always stuck in the middle. Now I was in a world I was learning about and with two John Winchesters and I don't have my own brother anywhere to be seen. How was this meeting going to go? He was a little concerned about the whole thing. When he knocked on John office and waited for a reply before opening the door. When John was sitting at his desk with piles of files. Through working them. "Erm John? It's San Winchester you sent me a text to come here"

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John looked up from over the frame of his glasses at the young man coming through the door. The circumstances could not have been weirder but the love he felt for his boys had his heartwarming at the sight of Sam, even if he wasn't technically his son. Standing he pulled his glasses off and laid them on the desk and walked around to meet Sam, offering his hand.- Welcome to family Sam. I'm hoping we can put your mind to ease and help you any way we can. Would you like something to drink?

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Adam was taking his time his drive down to Texas to go and see his family. Driving along the interstate. Sometimes the roads were busy and quiet. The road that was black in the day time just melted into the darkness of the night. When a car passed its headlights were reflected in the water that lay over the surface. There were street-lamps but they looked like they all had been sabotaged for their solar triggers. They rig things up with dirt over the sensor and then after some rain whatever they have rigged up explodes. roads are dark and the days are anxious, who knows what days would bring and what would strike would be next. The quietness of the traffic goes on his travel to Texas. He was getting tired from all the miles he was putting down. When he stopped off at a local gas station. When he needed to fill his truck up with some gas to make the rest of the journey. Stepping out of his truck. Cracking his neck from side to side. ” wow that's felt good” asking the attending to fill her right with up.

Throwing his keys to the attend. Making his way inside the station to pay for the gas. Taking a Break from the drive when he orders a coffee and bagel. He sits at the window. Nursing his coffee when his mind wandered to the recurring flashback that saved him from the torture of when he was in the pit. His dream as of the day when him Dean Sam and Father would have a day out with no stress. They dreamed of the day when all the guys. They were all on a fishing boat on the lake doing some fishing. Even when he had never gone fishing before, trying to catch some fish from a bbq when we're intending to have that day when the sun when down. Having a real family day together with no worries and having some beers. Telling jokes and have some beers. He laughed when he could see the day ended end too well with himself falling in the lake trying to catch the bloody fish. But this was only a dream and he doubts this day would ever happen. With his family, all moved on with their lives in their own ways. Adam shaking his head to come back to this reality knowing he needed to get back on the road to get down to Austin. Where his father and Sam was. Taking his coffee and bagel with him. Leaving the gas station to walk over to his truck. Stepping in and buckling up his belt to set himself on his way. He wondered where his brother was. Michael sensed he wasn't with his father and Sam.

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Colt: Moving forward he knew if this was a spirit they already knew they were here and where but if the priest was down here somewhere he wouldn't so Colt spoke loudly.- “Father?! You down here! If you can help me somehow let me know where you are it would help! We're gonna get you out of here!! -As he moved further into the darkened area books began to fly at his head from around the room, concentration on avoidance of being knocked out he didn't see the teenage ghost until she'd rammed her hand into his chest squeezing his heart. Gun had dropped from his fingers as he gasped, face straining of the lack of blood flow. Seconds later Justin fired a salt round causing the ghost to disappear, Colt grabbed his own chest trying to recover, his other teammate handed him back his shotgun. “You okay boss? Looking peakish.” Colt laughed despite how bad his chest hurt and took the gun. “Spread out, look around. He's gotta be here somewhere.” They looked for a lightswitch, finding one but it didn't work. Cracking glow sticks they tossed out several. Looking things over Justin spotted some ectoplasm near what looked like another bookcase. Colt came closer and listened looking at the bookcase over running fingers under the shelves when he felt a cold rush of air go past him and behind the bookcase. “I think there's a passage back here.” Check the books as they did Justin pulled one and the lock clicked, the bookcase swung open. “Good job man, let's see if we can't find a priest and send Casper home.” Colt tossed several glow sticks out into the darkness ahead and the three hunters worked their way down a narrow hallway.-

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Sam took a seat in front of John when he glanced around looking at John office. Many thoughts popped into his head over how many time he was put in front of his father like this before. When it was like deja vu playing in his head when he snapped out of it. Shaking John’s hand, when he gives a little nod to John .* erm Sure. I'm good with whatever you’re having to drink is good by me.

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John Pours them both a glass of whiskey and takes a seat.- So how are you doing with the displacement? I know all this has to be a shock to the system.

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Adam stopped when he saw a woman hitchhiking at the side of the road. Letting down the window when he popped his head out the window with his shades on. Where Are you off too? When she wanting to get a break and get to Oklahoma. Deep down Adam was a good guy but never giving a break with his family. When he told the young woman to give in as they were in his direction he was going. The woman was grateful for the lift. When she was talking about her broken-down relationship with her boyfriend. When she needed to get moving. Adam just listened and kept his eyes on the road. In a few hours, he had reached the state of Oklahoma. When he stopped to let the woman #Toni buy him a coffee.

When she thanked him and asked him what's in texas for him. He relies simply upon saying payback on the decisions of his life. He wished #Toni a goodbye and wondered what to do next. Alex was in two minds to whether chase after his dipshit of a brother Colt or keep driving down to Austin go have it out with its so-called family members of His beloved father and Brother Sam Not. Michael was monitoring where Colt was. He had run off to be the goodie to shoe guy away running off trying to save someone else other than his brother. In that instant Adam was pissed. Loud and clear Colt he muttered to himself. You want to play two of us can play. When he turned up the radio when highway to youtu.be/ikFFVfObwss to hell was playing. Typical just my life in a nutshell. When he started up his engine. putting his foot down and speeding down to Austin.

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Colt and the other hunters worked their way down the hall, he spotted a figure slumped over in the dark and went to him. It was the priest, checking to see if he had a pulse he sighed a breath of relief. Turning things over to Justin he picked the priest up over his shoulder and carried him out. About that time backup from the firm had shown up and after the priest was checked out and cleared to go to the hospital he spoke with the backup team. Overwatch had done their jobs and they thought they knew who the spirit was and where to look a young girl had gone missing and had never been found. One doctor had been suspected of her disappearance but they couldn't prove it. Blackwater had sent someone out to go talk to him and being in his nineties he'd caved to killing her and burying her in the back of the asylum. Colt joined the part of the team to dig and pulled the rest out for safety. She was going to be mad as hell when they salted and burnt her bones.-

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Sam took the drink from John before gulp the dark liquid sliding down the back of his throat before gathering up his thoughts before clearing his throat.

“ It's certainly different from what I'm used to walking about in this world where the people don't have a care in this world after what happened to my world. It's strange seeing all the faces that I knew but they are different just like you standing here in front of me John, you are like my father but you aren't him too. What about you John is it strange for you to see so many Deans walking around?

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#WorldUnderSeige #DSM #DC #RP Part One

Written by @KillinFiends & @themyscirabride

Bruce: -It had seemed to pop up overnight and with China trying to contain the outbreak keeping it secret it was a silent wave that swept over the world. By the time governments became aware of the virus it was too late. Determined to find out what was really going on Bruce arrived at the airstrip waiting for Diana. They were flying into China, Wayne enterprises had greased the pockets of the dictator and promised to help with containment. Variants were emerging and the world was trying to catch up. He hadn't slept well since this began and there is nothing like standing there watching people breathe their last breath and not being able to help. So he was throwing everything he had in to get to the bottom of this. His faith in the government at this point wasn't much. More was at play here and he was going to find out what it was and find a way to beat this.-

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Diana: I met Bruce on the airstrip where the plan waits for us a I step out of my dressed like a princess for the weather as I ask if Bruce have you not been sleeping well I ask as I suggest he try's to get some on the flight to China as I know we promised to help the government I look at everything as we travel to China to help find a cure for the pandemic that is quickly spreading and hopefully Bruce can feel rested and relaxed along the way I greet and meet the director that we promised to help as I meet and greet the people of Wayne enterprises as I look around as me and my bodyguards make our way to the airstrip to greet Bruce I bring in reinforcements from Themyscira and then go and meet Bruce and hope he can finally catch up on his sleep

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Bruce: -He dozed a time or two but he was busy reading the files that Alfred had sent him. This biohazard lab some interesting connections to the U.S. and that pissed him off badly. They were paying for these people's research on biohazard weapons. He wondered if humanity had any real chance when all they could do was find a way to impose their reign upon one another. Getting off the plane he offered his arm to Diana out of politeness and escorted her to the waiting limo.-

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Diana: I accept Bruce's arm as I walk with him to the waiting limo and as people wonder if we're a couple as I get off the plan and says do u have a plan and how are we gonna find where this all started as she smiled and blushed a little and walked with Bruce

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Bruce: We're going to meet with labs director and see what we can shake loose. -Helping her into the limo he sat beside her all business.-

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Diana: I get into the limo and says sounds like a wonderful idea as I sit next to Bruce in the limo as we talk stragey

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Bruce: -Looking over at her.- What do you think of all this? Just gives me a bad feeling in my gut.

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Diana: * Looks over at him * I get that same bad feeling you do as I tell Bruce how I feel about the situation at hand

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Diana: I walk up to the directors office with Bruce and sits down as we wait for some answers from the director

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Diana: I sit and watch as the director and Bruce talk about the situation at hand as the director asks what am I hear for as I look at Bruce as I ask anything that can help us with our task at Hand

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Bruce: -Once the conversation was over Bruce sat there he was beyond pissed it as all true this has been a bio weapon that had escaped the lab. People were such idiots. Even if they could get to the samples the damage had been done and the virus was all over the world. They spoke for awhile about the best way to help. And different possibilities for vaccination came up but at the moment they didn’t have enough data to find a better way.-

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Diana: I look at bruce worried and says are u ok as I give him a hug hopping it will calm him down as we think of the best solution to help everyone and stop the virus as a vaccine can take a long time to make I explain to everyone in the room

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Bruce: -Pat's Diana on the back then moves away pocketing his hands in his slacks. As they left the room he looks over.- Clark might be able to help with this, his Kryptonian archives might be able to find a way. They are far advanced above human medicines etc.

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Diana: True but we will need to talk to Clark first as I wrap my heads in thoughts as we need to come up with a plan

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Diana: I blush a little as I say Clark is not that easy to find I might have to ask for caitlin snow help on this one as I get into the limo as well

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Bruce: That’s a good idea. -As the limo drove away he looked over at her and smiled.- I hope things work out. The world could use a reprieve.

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Diana: I smile at Bruce cutely as I say that so agreed the world needs to be purged of this virus and how do we keep our selves safe from not catching it

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Bruce: I'm not sure you'd have to worry about it Diana, you're immune system is not like a mere humans. Alfred had improved on the N95 masks and intergraded it into my gear. I've never spent much time with

@snowxxbitchxx , do you have a relationship with her?

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#DetoxHorrors #DSM #SPN Part One

Written by @TridentHunting & @bigbadethan

Sienna: -The bar was a little warm from all the bodies crammed together in the small space so she ordered a glass of tea. Putting one foot under her and grabbed a scrunchy gathering up her long blonde hair and putting it up in a bun. Catching a headline on one of the news outlet’s she’d marked. The headline read “Recovering Addict Goes Missing.” and while it didn’t scream at her as supernatural she was compelled to read on. Wallas Wren and Brent Hayslip had both been at the brand new facility for Church of Christ starting their lives over when Wallas went missing as the two had been out exploring the area. Brent was being held without bail under suspicion of murder. His pastor Jack Reeves had stood up for him but no one was listening. Reeves believes that something was out there with them. “I’ve known Brent all his life and while he has had addiction problems he’s always been open and honest. He’s /scared/ and believes someone grabbed Wallas." The running theory was that the two had slipped off from everyone to get a little high struggling with coming down off their vices.

Local police found a bloody shoe that facility counselor Mark Hamby confirmed was one of Wallas’ shoes. Local Sheriff "Longmire” said that is office was working around the clock to find Wallas and that blood tests were being done on the evidence as well as on Brent to see if he’d ingested anything that might explain his claims of seeing dark shadows. Local doctor Randy Callowhand had weighed in that with addiction issues these men had hallucinations were totally plausible and sometimes a side effect of the medications used to help bring them off the substances they abused. Scrolling down she’d read through the comments from the public on the article. It wasn’t to kind. “Two addicts, who cares.” and so on even some theories they’d been messing with “bathsalts” and Brent had killed Wallus in his high. Si sipped her water Tapping her pen to her lips she laid it down and looked up Leesburg Idaho. The first pictures to come up were of a retro picture of miners. Reading on “Gold was discovered at Leesburg, Idaho in 1866 by a party of men led by F.B. Sharkey. The town took its name from Confederate General Robert E. Lee. As with much of the territories of Idaho and Montana, Leesburg contained many Confederate sympathizers.

Supporters of the Union started the settlement of Grantsville directly adjacent to the camp, but eventually the larger community came to be known as just Leesburg." Reading on she saw the actual mining site had been vacated and was secluded. The Church of Christ had bought the property and turned it into a new addiction get away center for long term addicts. It had only been open about six months when Wallus disappeared. Looking at the history of the place, there could be a lot things to grab Wallas out there including wild animals but it was a perfect breeding ground for a Wendigo as well. She’d have to see if she could round up a hunting partner for this excursion so she saved the information. to her computer and forwarded it to several hunters emails. Now she’d prepare while waiting for a partner.-

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Ethan: -Ethan walked around the stark home that looked out to the ocean. It’s always the oceans and seas that comfort him. Maybe it’s the sound of the waves or the vastness of it all. On the surface, the sea is calm and peaceful but he knows in its depths there is turmoil and chaos. He laughs, not a happy laugh, but the irony doesn’t escape him. Setting down the empty glass that once held bourbon, he then walks over to his office and takes a seat. The smell of leather hitting his nostrils like an old friend. Hitting the tab for emails, he takes his time and sifts through them. One, in particular, catches his eye. The name instantly brings a smile to his lips, his hand running down his beard as he reads it. Not once. Not twice, but three times. Typing out a reply for the email, he answers simply. <You need me, I’ll always be there. Send me the coordinates and I’ll be there in the morning.> He hits send then sits back in his chair. Yes, calm and peaceful on the outside, turmoil and chaos on the inside.-

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Sienna: -She was rereading the article just to see if anything stuck out when an email notification popped up on her computer screen. Clicking on it her eyes widened, it was E. She read his reply, how long had it been since she’d seen him? Years she was sure. They’d kept a wide birth, especially on her end. There was a time she couldn’t even be in the same room with him. God she hated Colt because of E. Colt was a hard reminder of things. But like all things pain fades, she still didn’t like how Colt was but she’d seen him suffer on more than a few occasions so even her hatred towards him had dwindled. Hell she worked for Blackwater. Typing back.- “I appreciate that mister if you have time. But don’t put yourself out on my account. 45°13′26″N 114°6′50″W . It’s good to hear from you either way. Hope you’re doing good. -Si

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Ethan: -The sound of email notifications brought him out of his daydreaming. He read the email, but didn’t reply this time. He did however memorize the coordinates then shut off his computer. He was going, that’s all there was to it. Maybe, she didn’t expect he’d answer her first email. Hell, it caught him off guard too. Rising from the leather chair, he goes to his vault. The scanner there scanning his eye and the prints on his hand. Was it too much, maybe but the time he spent with the SEALS taught him many lessons and preparation was key. The heavy titanium door swung open and Ethan walks inside. Oh, the weapons cache he has would give the staunchiest hardcore terrorist or service man a hard-on. Grabbing his old duffel bag, he begins to load it with what he thinks he might need, and maybe a few toys just for a little fun. He just hopes Sienna will be happy to see him.-

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Sienna: -From lack of response she figured he’d thought better of it. What made her reach out who knew. She wasn’t to far out from Leesburg and she wasn’t going to get any sleep anyway so she grabbed a hamburger to go and got back into her truck. Maybe she just needed to know he was okay and that was enough for her. Turning up the stereo she pulled out of the parking lot and got on the freeway setting the cruise control.-

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Ethan: -Bag packed, Ethan stands out on the balcony, watching the sun go down. The yellow and oranges streaking the sky in brilliant hues. He’s in no rush, he knows he can be where she asked him to be in the blink of an eye. He’s nervous. He tries to shake it off, but he can’t. He didn’t like the way things ended the last time he saw Si. Maybe she can forgive him and they can start again. Clean and fresh. Maybe it’s just a pipe dream but he truly wants to. The thought brings a sincere smile.-

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Sienna: -She'd managed a few hours of shut eye in the backseat of the truck. Rubbing eyes she sat up and looked around before opening the truck door and getting out to stretch. Pulling on a camo long sleeve over the white tank top she strapped a gun holster to leg and grabbed her jacket slipping it on. Grabbing her backpack putting it on and then shouldering the AR-15 she pulled the GPS from the front console and put on her hat. Normally she would not hunt alone but she wasn't even sure if this was a legit hunt so she'd scout first. Running through a list of possibilities as she checked the GPS. Once she got it up and going she put a sat phone in the left pocket of the BDU's she was wearing and took off in the direction that lead to the mine.-

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Ethan: -Ethan stands just inside the mines entrance. He hadn’t gone in, he was waiting for Si. This is her case, he’s just there to have her back. Okay, maybe that’s not the only reason, but it’s all he can handle until she either a) shoots him or b) she gives him a hug and a smile putting him at ease. He prays, literally for the later. Hearing her approach, he steps out of the shadows and waits for her reaction.-

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Sienna: -Looking round to see if anything stood out but nothing had so far but as she came on up around the trail she smelt a cologne that only one person wore that she knew. It stood out from the pine tree scent, swallowing hard she came rounded a tree and there he stood. She had to to catch her breath and it had nothing to do with the elevation.- I'd ask if your lost but since I sent you the coordinates I know you're not... -She couldn't but help but smile and walk over to give him a hug fighting tears. They'd been friends along time and she couldn't help but just be thankful to see him again.- You big asshole, I think I should shoot you just because.

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Ethan: -When he saw her, he couldn’t help but to walk towards her, his arms wrapping around her small frame. He is a giant next to her. When she pulled away from the hug, he instantly felt a loss.- I can live with asshole, but I can’t live with you wasting ammo. -With a shrug, he turns towards the dark mine entrance.- What are you thinking? Ghost of a pissed-off miner? Demon? Please don’t say windigo. Those things are butt ugly

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Sienna: The angel makes jokes now, I like it. -smiles- It can wait, look at me. How are you? And it's not a waste of ammo if it makes me feel better.

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Ethan: Jokes and sarcasm are part of my charming personality. -He gives a light shrug, pondering her question.- I’m okay. Hanging in there. Doing the angel thing. I try and keep busy. How about you? You look great. -big smile and an innocent wink-

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Sienna: -Hands-on hips she rolls her eyes.- Okay charming, I'm gonna shoot soon. -Laughs- It's good to see you, I hope you stick around. So... I had thought to scout the mine before night hits but what do you think? Might be better to check the area around for anything out of place... only thing is they had a bunch of rangers, sheriff's and search parties up in here if there was any clues they probably disturbed it.

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Ethan: That is a big 10/4 on the destruction of any clues. Let’s just go in and see what we find. -E stops and cants his head just slightly and inhales deeply.- I...can smell it.

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Sienna: My own extra-large blood hound. -Teasing smile.- Well can you tell what it is by the smell?

#DSM SPN RP

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