SONS OF ANARCHY SAMDIEGO EPISODE 3 NIGHT TERRORS

EPISODE THREE NIGHT TERRORS

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    EPISODE 3 NIGHT TERRORS

It was pitch black in the dead of night when the night sky lit up from an explosion, along with muzzle flash from assault rifles. Screaming and shouting broke out within the confusion from the fighting, "JACE JACE!!!" a voice cried out; "RAMIREZ!!!" Jace bellowed back against the chaos as he returned fire into the darkness at nothing in particular as static and broken words from a comms radio filled the night air. Jace, using suppression fire, shot off a couple more rounds then rushed towards the direction that Ramirez's voice was coming from, Jace was horrified by what he saw as he reached Ramirez's location. "MEDIC I NEEDED A MEDIC OVER HERE!!!!" Jace yelled out as Ramirez was laying in a pool of blood, from where shrapnel riddled Ramirez's chest. "J- J- J- Ja- Jace, I- d- d- d- don't w- wa- want to die here!" Ramirez's cried as she coughed up blood as another explosion went off. I w- wa- wana s- see my w- wi- wife & son Ramirez pleaded as she choked up more blood.

Jace found himself on a floor of an unfamiliar place as he abruptly awoke from the nightmarish flashback he was having from the night his unit's patrol convoy was attacked when he served in the Marines. It took Jace a few minutes to look over his surroundings before he remembered the events from the previous night. "You ok it looked like you were having a bad dream?" Kyle asked as she was sitting at the edge of her bed watching Jace; "yeah just reliving a bad experience, " Jace replied without wanting to go into further detail. "I know we just met and I don't want to over step my bounds here, but it might help to talk about what's bothering you and get it off your chest" Kyle advised out of genuine concern for the biker she barely knew.

Jace didn't respond to Kyle's advice as he picked himself off the floor of her bedroom. "What time is it?" is all Jace said; "it's 7:15" Kyle responded. "I gathered all your clothes along with your biker vest and laid them here neatly on the bed for you," Kyle informed the SAMDIEGO V-P; "it's a cut," Jace replied. "Cut what cut. I don't see any blood anywhere?" Kyle said, puzzled at what Jace had just said; "no no no... the vest we refer it to as a cut, colors, or our leathers, " Jace stated as he he grabbed his jeans off the bed, giving Kyle some insight into biker terminology. "Oh, I see," Kyle replied, not knowing exactly what to say, in response, "I also made coffee if you're interested," she offered.

Jace thanked Kyle for her hospitality and started getting dressed when he saw a voice mail from Jake the Ape Jackson. Jace became frantic after listening to the message. "I have to go to the hospital!" Jace stated with urgency in his voice. "Why, what's going on?" Kyle asked, preplexed to what was happening. "It's Katie, "is all Jace replied with, "Who's Katie?" Kyle inquired. "I'll explain later," Jace protested, "Can I come with you?" Kyle asked. "I have to see my grandfather as it is." Kyle insisted.

Jace shook his head in agreement for Kyle to join him. Just before Jace finished getting ready he turned around and faced Kyle as she held out her deodorant offering it to him, Jace gave her an awkward look "trust me you could use it" Kyle remarked implining that the SAMDIEGO Vice President had a bit of an odor to him. Jace took the deodorant from Kyle and applied it. "I know we just met, but I hope this wasn't a one-time deal?" Kyle said longingly as she looked up at Jace as she batted her medium brown eyes at him.

As Jace and Kyle rode for the hospital detective, Melanie Vargas arrived at the construction site where the SAMDIEGO charter had a shootout with the Unique Kingz the night before what do we got?" Detective Vargas posed the question to one of the uniformed officers already on site; "there's five dead all affiliates of the Unique Kingz, " the uniformed officer answered. "Who called it in?" Melanie asked as she made her way deeper into the construction site; "the on-site foreman found them and reported it. " A strange but familiar voice responded. "I thought I recognized the foul stench of your cheep colonge," Detective Vargas said, perturbed that someone else was already examining her crime scene; "nice toooo see you to Melanie" Detective McCabe replied sarcastically.