Chapter 05

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(^^^ media - Blair's new black hair Tig dyed for her ^^^)

Blair is sitting at one of the tables in the clubhouse and looks through one of the tattoo binders that Happy always leaves here when he comes around. Abel comes out of the incubator today, which is great. Jax finally gets to hold his son, which is even better. B is going to have Happy to a bigger piece on her lower back when he comes back, if he stays for a while. She's craving more ink and the sound of the tattooing gun, and Happy's hands on her skin, though she'd never admit that to anybody.

"That Happy's work?" A crow eater named Veronica asks.

"I might have him do a piece on me when he's in town again," Blair claims. "I'm craving ink and he's the only artist I trust."

Veronica hims in agreement and she looks at one. "Koi fish?"

"It's a full back piece," Blair says. "Say, V..." she pulls her shirt up and turns around. "My back blank enough for it?"

"Yes," Veronica replies. "Hey, the guys are busy. Wanna have some fun?"

"Oh, baby, you are my favorite," Blair says and she grabs Veronica's hand.

"Oh, ladies," Tig smirks. "Can I join?"

"Tiggy, come on!" Clay demands. "No threesoms."

Veronica and Blair head down the hallway and Tig pouts. Clay claps a hand against his shoulder as he walks passed him. Tig sighs before following.
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Blair is out with Kip and Juice on a repo run after her fun with Veronica. Kip goes off to get his top rocker. Juice's eyes widen when Kip steals a freaking ambulance! Juice and Blair share wide eyes and they get into the tow truck.
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Juice and Blair go to the garage and the find the ambulance in the garage when Juicy closes the doors.

"So you stole an ambulance?" Tig asks.

"We had nothing to do with that!" Juice exclaims.

"Yeah," Kip says. "Hell, these things are with, like, a hundred grand, easy."

"Yeah, they are," Clay says. "That's why the purple who buy 'em are, like, state and federal agencies and shit."

People start laughing at Kip because of this stealing. Tig keeps teasing him. Chibs and Blair promise to get rid of it as soon as it gets dark. Nords aren't dealing in Charming, the truck driver bought the crank in Pope, and Jax came up with McKeavy's money they've been trying to earn.
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Chibs and Blair get into the stolen ambulance because Tig is going with Clay to meet the Irishman. The Scot likes doing these things with Blair because she has the same mindset as Happy when it comes to this crap. He's more than willing to deal with Blair's mindset.

"Now, what do we do?" Chibs asks.

"We do as Clay instructed and get rid of this damn thing," Blair replies and she starts up the rig.
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Chibs and Blair go back to the clubhouse once the ambulance is dealt with and gone. Tiggy and Clay are still with the Irishman. They head inside and they get beers a piece and Chibs goes Stacy get to a crow eater until Blair gets a call from Tig.

"Chibby, Oreo the church for surgery," Blair demands. "Cameron Hayes, our Irishman, was shot. Mayans."

Chibs nods name he hurries toward church. Blair starts making demands toward the crow eaters, getting them ready, and Chibs brings Kil to get the ambulance to transport Cameron. Blair looks at Clay when they come in.

"Get your ass in here," Clay demands. "You're medically trained."
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Chibs and Blair do what they can to save Cameron until they can get some surgical tools like a scalpel and such. Both she and Chibby have medical training. Juice is keeping Cameron's ass plugged. Gemma and the crow eaters are going to prep for a lockdown.

"You don't need to pack or some shit for the lockdown tomorrow, do ya, Blair?" Clay asks.

"Chibs, B, make a list of the surgical tools you need," Jax says. "I'll call Tara."

"All my shit's here, Clay," Blair says as Jax goes to get in contact with Tara for the surgical tools for the two medically trained ones working on saving the life of Cammy Hayes.

Slurry, Cameron listens as Chibs and Blair speak Gaelic while they wait for Jax to come back with the tools that they need.

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