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Belfast, Ireland
Ashby Provisions
September 9th, 2014
7:30am

It was a crisp, early morning in Belfast, the kind of morning where fog blanketed the streets, and you could barely see two feet ahead. Maureen Ashby and her daughter, Trinity, managed to drive through it, and had made it just minutes before time to open up the family's small provisions shop. Maureen's Keys jingled as she unlocked the door, and she and Trinity stepped inside. They moved about the shop like they had done for years, setting up displays, turning on the lights, and preparing for the day.

Trinity immediately busied herself by sorting the new inventory behind the counter, allowing herself to get lost in the work, until Maureen spoke up.

"Trinny, love, ya haven't checked the emails in a while." Maureen reminded her as she stacked candy boxes on the shelf. "Might want to check it now. Make sure there's nothin' important sittin' in there."

Trinity sighed and headed over to the computer behind the counter. "Aye, I'll get on it." She said, with that thick, almost musical accent as she sat down and logged into the shop's email. The inbox was full of the usual... Supplier confirmations, customer inquiries, and newsletters they never read. She clicked through them absentmindedly, nothing standing out. But then, as she scrolled further down, one email caught her eye.

To: Maureen.Ashby@ashbyprovisions.com
From: Elise.Roosevelt@mail.com
Subject: A Matter of Urgency

Her brows furrowed as she opened the email and began reading. As her eyes scanned the text, and she saw a name that she hadn't heard in years, her heart skipped a beat... Jackson Teller, her big brother.

'Maureen,

I hope this message finds you well. You don't know me, and I'm sure it's been a long time since you've heard from anyone stateside, but I'm reaching out because I believe there's a chance that you can help me with something extremely important. It's about John Teller's son Jackson Teller, and Clay Morrow.

Two years ago, I discovered some letters that you gave to Jax back when he and the club were in Belfast. Those letters set off a chain of events that changed a lot of lives for the worst, and eventually led to Clay framing Jax for a crime he didn't commit. Now Jax is in prison on death row, and Clay is in Ireland hiding behind his IRA friends.

I understand that you have a deep connection to the IRA that you could use as leverage to help me bring Clay to justice... To put an end to everything that's gone wrong. You've always shown care for Jax, due to your love for his father, and I believe you may be able to help clear his name.

I understand the risk involved, and I don't make this request lightly. But if there's any chance you or your family can provide assistance that could exonerate Jax, I'd be eternally grateful.
Thank you for your time, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Best regards,

Elise Roosevelt, Jackson Teller's ex ol' lady'

Trinity's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the screen, rereading the words over and over again. Her mind raced. Jax on death row? Clay in Ireland? She had always wondered about Clay's sudden arrival in Belfast two years ago. She wondered why he just seemed to show up one day, and never left. Now it was starting to make sense. He was running from the club.

"Ma!" Trinity called over her shoulder, unable to look away from the email. "Ye need ta come read this."

Maureen, hearing the concern in her daughter's voice, approached, leaning over the screen. Her face dropped as she read through the email. She stayed silent for a long time before exhaling deeply.