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[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*Michael looks shocked at Katrina. He lowers his bandanna*

"Yes, im an asshole...but...i gotta do business"

*He turns to Rosso*

"Youre taking the L85's to my club house, it can be found here" He says passing over an address scribbled on a piece of paper.

*He then turns to Elexis*

"Youre taking the AK's to my client" He says passing over another address.

"My boys will escort you there, any problems you give me a call on the number on the back" He says addressing them all "Youll get your payday once i know the goods have been delivered"

*He looks back over at Katrina with a shameful face*

"Im sorry Katrina"

*He pulls up his bandanna and yells at some of his club members to start loading the crates*

 

[SilberDrachen893 94]

*Elexis peeks into one of the gun crates*

"Vz 58's?" *She asks Michael* "You got ripped off."

*She picks one out, fiddles around with it. She finds a larger round release, better gas circulation system. The barrel seems to be much more accurate aswell.*

"Maybe you scored."

Edited May 20, 2016 by SilberDrachen893

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

"For fucks sake! Those Irish bastard never seem to get this shit right! At least the L85's are right"

"Right, i will ride to my client with you Elexis and explain the mix up, lets hope they take it. Dont want to be getting into a club v club war right now"

*Michael walks towards his bike, his frustration showing within his screwed up face and clenched fists*

[SilberDrachen893 94]

*She quickly starts explaining*

"AK's go cheap like warm pastries, but Vz-58's are more accurate and use the same round the AK does. I'd say leave it and sell the guns for what they're worth." *She takes a second look at the guns, walks over and does an empty shot on the trigger.* "Yeah, change out the trigger for a shorter one and you can ask for alot more than you could for an AK."

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*Michael doesnt say a word. He leans his Harley off of its stand and acknowledges her with a nod as he starts it up*

*He waves over Kevin and hands him his 100k*

"The others get their pay when they are done. I hope these guys are the best youve got, god knows what we might bump into"

[SilberDrachen893 94]

*Elexis is left standing with a confused smile.*

*She nods and gets into her G65, ready to follow others*

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*A group of bikes, led by Michael, head off down the road towards the other MC's clubhouse while the others wait for Rosso to get ready*

[DeFalt 46]

*Once loaded up Rosso starts to get into his G65. He turns to Katrina standing bent over with her hands on her knees weeping softly and pulls her up and embraces her*

"Look I'm not sure what happened but it's over now and it's in the past. And hey look if you ever need anything or want to talk about something, you know im here."

*Katrina knods* "Okay" *she says softly*

*Katrina kisses Rosso and begins to walk off towards the transport truck. Rosso looks back and calls out to her*

"Here!"

*he tosses one of his house keys to Katrina* "Take the truck back and just go home. I promise I'll come back."

*Katrina catches the keys with an angry snatch, gets into the lifted the truck, slams the door and leaves*

*Rosso closes the SUV door and starts the G65. And lines up behind Elexis ready to go*

Edited December 8, 2016 by DeFalt

[Dekan 153]

*Kevin, realizing that he isn't getting through to Michael takes the 100 Grand and walks back to his truck. Once there he takes the gun out of his waistband, unloads the magazine, and places it and the money in his glove box, which he locks. Kevin then drives over to the Chop shop and heads inside after grabbing the money out of the glove box, where he can see that his car has been wheeled back inside, and heads to his office. Kevin unlocks the safe sitting inside, placing the money inside. He locks it up and sits in the office chair*

"300 fucking grand to move some guns around, there is no way in hell that is everything that's going on. And now I get the headache of getting them there share without the government getting suspicious, there is no garage on this earth with bonuses of 100K"

*Kevin gets up and heads back to his truck, he drives back to his apartment where he parks it before getting into his Mercedes, and heads back to the warehouse where the party is still raging. Once there, Kevin gets out of his car and joins in, all of his troubles temporarily forgotten*

[SilberDrachen893 94]

*Elexis, confused on where to go, rolls down the window and sticks her head out, looking back at the others.*

"Where the fuck are we going" *She cries out*

[Dekan 153]

*As the clock ticks past midnight, the party begins to wind down. Kevin walks back to his Mercedes, gets in, and sets of driving into the night. As the hours go past, Kevin decides to head home for the night. Once home, Kevin attempts to fall asleep, unable to thanks to the thoughts swirling around his head*

"That bastard knows too much about me, and I know far too little"

*Kevin remains sitting on his couch pondering his dilemma as the sun begins to rise, indicating a new day. As the clock passes 6:30, a police car drives past with the sirens blaring. It is at this moment Kevin remembers a name*

"Daniel fucking Blake"

*Kevin takes a quick cold shower to wake back up, gets changed into a fresh set of clothes, and heads down to the street, hopping into his Ford Ranger. Kevin sets off for downtown, stopping at the police precinct. He walks up to the front desk*

"Hi, I am looking for detective Blake"

"He just got in, might I ask who is asking for him?"

"Tell him it's Kevin McMillan"

*The officer walks to the back for a few minutes, before returning*

"Detective Blake is free to see you if you would just follow me"

"Thank you"

*Kevin follows the officer to the back, and is let into a corner office, with a large desk to one end with two leather chairs one the side closest to him, with a third larger chair on the far side, back turned to Kevin*

"Kevin McMillan, a name I had hoped to never hear again"

"Danny boy, good to see you too buddy"

*The chair swivels around to face Kevin*

"And it's McNabb now after that nasty business with the mob"

*Daniel Blake, a lanky man of Irish descent, with a mess of red hair now faces Kevin, wearing a untucked white shirt, with a tie loosely tied on*

"I couldn't give a shit what your name is, what do you want"

"Such hostility"

*Kevin says as he lounges across one of the chairs, looking at the various degrees and awards on the walls of the office*

"I was going to congratulate you on your success, but if you want to skip right to business"

*Kevin leans in*

"You still owe me, so I have come to call it in. After this is done, you can pretend that we never met"

"What do you need"

"I need information on a group going by the name Bad Company Rangers mc. More specifically someone higher up named Michael. I don't have a last name for you"

*Kevin slides a piece of paper across the desk*

"That's a burner email you can send the info on. After this we will be even"

*Kevin gets up and leaves the precinct, heading home. After a few hours, he gets a email notification, it reads*

"Meet me at the abandoned quarry outside town asap

-B"

*Kevin heads out in his Ranger to the quarry, where he waits for a few minutes before a black crown Vic dives up, and detective Blake steps out with a large folder in his hands*

"I thought you didn't want to see me again?"

"I didn't, but I figured we used to be friends, and you did save my life. In that folder is everything I could find on the Bad Company Rangers, and it is a lot. Various illegal activities, some confirmed with no real evidence, some suspected. And that Michael character is the international president, who dropped off the earth after breaking out of jail around the same time you got out. He is wanted by everyone, Interpol, the FBI, DEA, and every agency in between. As a old friend, I have to ask you to not antagonize these guys. If Michael is really on this island or not they are a force to be reckoned with, compared to these guys, you will be wishing for the mob to be after you"

"Danny, buddy, I'm the most careful person you know"

*Kevin laughs as he heads back to his truck with the folder*

"You mean used to know"

"Yea yea, whatever. Have a good life Danny"

"You too"

*The two of them get into there vehicles, Kevin heading home to go through the folder*

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the island. Michael is sat in the table room of his clubhouse with his feet up, his helmet on the table and his bandanna placed down on his neck On the middle of the table is a huge duffle bag filled with wads of cash in various amounts. Michael is content with the arms deals that he had just completed. With the drivers paid for their work he calls in the clubs treasurer to the table room who takes the money in the bag to split it up for each member of the club*

*Michael flips open a cheap flip phone and dials Kevin's number*

"Hey, i just want to thank you and your members for your work. I will definitely be keeping your number close"

Edited May 30, 2016 by Herzog

[Dekan 153]

*Kevin answers the phone*

"Well that is good to hear Mr.Thatcher, however I feel like you may want to think back to that conversation we had back on the docks, as it would be quite a shame is say Interpol where to find out the location of one of there most wanted men. Although I am sure that the folks over at Brixton would be more than happy to have you back with them"  

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*Michael leans back in his chair, giving off a loud squeaking noise*

"Soo...who told you this?" He says before leaning forward in his chair "Because i will see that his head is removed from the rest of his body"

*He pauses*

"And i would hate to see such a thing happen to you too...friend"

[Dekan 153]

"Oh trust me, you really do not want to harm me, or any member of my crew. In fact, in the event that something happens to me, every agency looking to bring you down will know just where you are. While they may not know the exact location, it is really easy to lock a island down, making it a matter of time before someone is hunted down. As to who gave me the information, let me just say that having someone owe you means far more than money, and there are a lot of people who owe me. I must say though, this is quite the read, I truly am impressed with your endeavors since you took over from your father"

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*Michael adopts a stern expression*

"My father ruined this club. I did what i had to to make it reborn!" He yells down the phone "What are you trying to get outta this anyway?"

[Dekan 153]

"And there we have the million dollar question don't we. What I want when it comes down to it respect. I am not in the business of blackmail, when it comes down to it I am a street racer, and a car thief. What I want is a equal partnership, which if we are honest was never going to happen before. My crew and I are a non violent bunch, violence is very bad for business, meaning that you where in a power position. Now I have leveled the playing field. Now before anything else, I want you to know that if anything happens to the man who gave me this information, know that you will have a large number of very upset officers 'discover' the fact you are on this island"

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*Again, Michael leans back in his chair and lights a cigar*

"Well then, lay your terms on the table son...im listening"

[Dekan 153]

"Well simply put, you have drugs and guns that need to be moved, I have drivers and cars that can do just that. In return, I have several shops, and regularly run events where a lot of money changes hands, which does lead to violence. Not to mention we have in the past had events attacked. So what I want is security in return for the use of my drivers. My drivers will still need to be paid, but I am sure that we can figure out a agreeable figure"

*Kevin leans back on his couch, lighting a cigarette while Michael thinks about what was said*

[JonathanTaylor 1,028]

*Michael thinks for a slight second as he taps the ash off of his cigar*

"That sounds reasonable to me. You let me know when you need some security and ill get my men on it...well have a meeting later this week and discuss the transportation of my...products"

[SilberDrachen893 94]

*Elexis is on vacation up in the snowy mountains. Freezing temperatures, soft snow, roads paved in black ice and dusty mounds allover.*

*Exhaust popping and engine revving can be heard deep in the forest with a windy road running through it. Muffled bass music can be heard in the distance.*

*Lights flash by and tires squeal*

*She brakes hard and pulls the back out, going into the drift around the hairpin turn. Tires barely keeping traction on the ice. Instead of going all out and cutting corners, she keeps in her own lane in case of oncoming traffic.*

*Slow-mo, hard-co, pedal to the floor, keeping with the flow*

*Eventually she evens out as a set of high beams come up the road. She brakes gently to slow her pace, but the oncoming car sways right at her, crashing into the Porsche and both ending up in a ditch.*

*She swears and curses profanities in every single language she can think of*

*She pushes her door open, the music cut off and coming on again*

*She steps into the snow and brings her other foot out, accidentally stepping into a thin ice puddle. Luckly it isn't deep, but it did go into her shoe.*

*She climbs up the ditch to find a good-looking guy slumped over the steering wheel.*

*When she pulls him out of the seat, his nose is bleeding, mouth foaming, no response from the eyes nor is there any breathing. No pulse, no consciousness.*

*After calling the police, paramedics, etc. She is transported to a nearby security house for a rest.*

*The next morning she asks one of the rangers what happened to the other driver. It turns out he had died from a cocaine overdose, which he was taking while driving. He turned out to have been buying from someone from the Bad Company MC who was recently convicted for trade.*

*Monday, Elexis is in her office, sending emails back and forth with an insurance representative for the $120,000 replacement with modifications included.*

 

Edited June 3, 2016 by SilberDrachen893

[Dekan 153]

"Sounds good"

*Kevin hangs up the phone, and the lack of sleep finally begins to catch up to him. He passes out on the couch, waking up a few hours later, only to head to his actual bed. He wakes up Friday morning, showers, gets dressed, and eats breakfast. He decides to check the local classifieds for any interesting vehicles, when he spots a ad for a 1992 half ton Chevy pickup. After cleaning up from breakfast he calls the poster, then heads out to meet him*

[SilberDrachen893 94]

*Elexis grabbed the company's BMW 7-series and is back on the road to keep an eye on the weekly meetup in a mall parking lot.*

 

*Everything seems fine until the meet is raided by flashing red and blue strobes*

*Some flee, others stay calm.*

*The police seem interested in a familiar silver Veilside RX7, which Eddie's kids fixed up. Since the officers are running at it with handguns drawn.*

*The driver is arrested and taken away in a black Chevrolet Tahoe.*

*She calls up Kevin to inform of the bust. Then Rosso to tell him of the potential return of a car*

*The RX7 is towed.*

*A week later an investigator hits by the showroom and asks for the jobs done on the vehicle.*

*The investigator is interested in talking with Eddie's kids. Later Elexis is suspected of using illegal employment tactics.*

-

*At the interrigation table*

"So you hired Jay and Peter without forming out an employment agreement and payed them the minimum monthly wage for small jobs?" *The inspector asks dressed in the most copy-pasted and worn out looks imaginable* "Five hundred dollars for a chip-tune?"

"I didn't hire them, rather I bought their services. These kids are wonderful IT guys and it's no different than paying a programmer for a few lines of code for a car radio or a couple of kids putting up a lemonade stand"

"But you know it's illegal for an adult to use child labor without forming a contract, which would insure tax and responsibilities"

"Tax?" *She is becoming angry* "They're 17 years old and you want to get tax dollars off them?"

"It's how our current constitution says. You cannot buy services from underaged individuals without paying the 20% tax."

"Our showroom is already sending out $20,000 tax every month, does it really matter if two kids asked and consented to doing small jobs? I've never asked them to do anything else than fix electronics errors and dig out and put together the proper paperwork for the cars."

"That much for such little work does spike curiosity. There must be something else they must be doing."

"I'm a successful bitch. I just wish for them to be insured and confident when they find legal work or go into college. Take it as me sponsoring them."

"Sponsoring.. I guess that's a good enough reason. But still there are the safety rules."

"I confirm that they followed all the safety rules. They own work clothes, proper working tools, and safety gear. Once they finish college or come to work legally, I'll change those out with company equipment."

*Elexis knows this legal talk is a waste of time. Peter and Jay's only danger if ever is a paper cut. They mostly sit around on laptops with wires running into the car and tap in numbers while listening to japanese pop music.*

*The police man smiles and chuckles to himself while fiddling his pen lady-like* "Alright, I'll write out the report and we'll send you the decision in about a week."

"Alright, farewell."

*She leaves the station and drives home to her condo, picking up a watermelon on the way.*

*The evening is spent watching Gaki no Tsukai torrents while eating cubes, drinking cider and vaping*

[Stelland1234 5]

Ignore this... Posted wrong

Edited June 7, 2016 by Stelland1234

[Dekan 153]

*Kevin stops by the Chop shop, where he parks his Ranger and heads inside. Once inside he walks up rip the lone mechanic, a man in his early thirties by the name of Ryan, who is sitting with his feet up at the front desk*

"Slow day eh?"

"Yup"

*Ryan doesn't look up from the book he is reading*

"Why don't you shut down early, I might need someone to drive the ramp truck"

"Might as well"

*Ryan takes his feet down and stands up. As the two men are leaving, the lights are turned off, the sign flipped to closed, and the door locked. The two of them get in the shops ramp truck and head over to the seller of the truck. Once there, Kevin discovers that the truck doesn't run. He negotiates with the seller down to one thousand dollars. Once the sale is finalized, Kevin and Ryan load the Chevy onto the ramp truck and set off*

"So where are we headed to?"

"I have a pace out in Turtle Beach that I like to work on projects like this. And don't worry, you will be paid for driving time"

*As they drive off, the sun is high in the sky, and Kevin puts his feet up on the dash*