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Harley's phone remained quiet for days, even weeks. She received no more phone calls from her manager. She couldn't decide if that was good or bad, but knowing that man, it couldn't be good. Harley knew she couldn't completely relax her mind, but the lack of calls helped a small amount. The club refused to let her out of their sights, to much of her dismay Juice or Half-Sack escorted her the most. Tig was rarely seen around Harley since he last gave her the gun for extra protection. To say she was a tad bit bothered by the man's absence would have been an understatement.

Harley sat in the shop office, filling in for Gemma while she had been at the hospital with Jax visiting Abel. Abel was getting out the toaster today, and that was an amazing miracle. But in other issues, the club was scrambling for cash. They needed a load by tonight and they'd make it but it would be a stretch.

An ambulance pulled in and immediately was hidden into the shop, raising the attention of the girl in the office. Harley stood from her seat, making her way into the shop as Juice dropped down the overhead door. However Tig beat her to it, and quickly began questioning the younger men.

"So. You stole an ambulance?" Tig questioned the younger man, startling him as he turned around.

"I had nothing to do with this," Juice quickly protested, pointing his finger towards the prospect.  Harley couldn't retain the chuckle as it escaped her lips, catching Tig's attention to where she stood in the corner.

"Yeah," Half Sack nodded, "Hell, these things worth, like, a hundred grand, easy."

"Yeah, they are," Clay agreed amused with his men, "That's why the people buy em are, like, state and federal agencies and shit."

"You, both, have got to be the most idiotic members of this club," Harley said amusingly. The younger men shot her an annoyed glance but refused to respond to her comment.

"So, uh, what? You want me to sell a stolen vehicle to the government?" Clay asked not understanding where Half Sack's mind was at. Harley moved to take a seat next to Chibs, as they both laughed at the men.

"No, um, something like a small hospital or something," The prospect grew nervous, fidgeting with hands with unease.

"Oh, like, Uncle Freddy's infirmary?" Clay played along.

"So. Let me get this straight. Just so we are all on the same page here," Harley smirked, leaning forward, "You, stole an ambulance from a hospital and want to sell it to another hospital. You didn't think that would, oh I don't know, raise a lot of suspicion?" Chibs laughed loudly at Harley, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

"Why don't you just steal a fire engine? And then we could have our own rescue center. We could have our own little uniforms and hats." Tig spoke in a lighter tone, making Harley giggle loudly at his remarks. Tig glanced towards the girl, feeling his heart warm at her laughter that he had missed.

"Okay! I get it," Half Sack grew annoyed with the group picking fun at him, "I was just trying to, you know, show a little initiative." The group smiled and lightly chuckled at the young man, who clearly had a lot to learn yet.

"Hey Chibs, get rid of this thing soon as it gets dark" Clay lightly ordered the Scotsman before walking away.

The door opened up allowing the sun light to lighten up the shop. Jax had been staring at the ambulance and asked "What the hell is this?"

Harley was quick on her feet and responded, "You weren't apart of the new vote, so I filled in for you. You guys are starting your own rescue squad" The girl stood to her feet and looked to Tig, "What color should the uniforms be? Because I was thinking something sparkly and pink."