"The King has Fallen"

Chapter 6 : Don't Fear the Reaper Pt. 1

Chibs and the guys all ride in formation on their harley's down a hot California road, with Chibs leading them as they arrive at the trainyard in Stockton. They notice a body on the ground with tire tracks near it, they walk towards the body and stand around it. "Jesus Christ, they ripped him apart." Says Tig looking down at the corpse. Chibs crouch's down near the body, analyzing him. "Well...looks like Rogue River couldn't get the job done." Said Chibs as he stands up. "Happy, call Rogue River get them down here, so they can clean up their mess." Chibs tells Happy. "I'm on it boss." says Happy pulling out his cell phone. Tig walks towards Chibs. "Can I get a minute prez." He says. Chibs and Tig walk away from the crew, to a bit more privacy. "Ok we planned for this, Jax isn't just gonna lay down and let us kill him, but we should've handled this ourselves this got way outta hand quick. What the hell are we gonna do?" Tig says angrily. "We hit them back, that's what we do." said Chibs. "I know where their headed, I got a call from a charter out in Oregon." Chibs pulls a photo of a apartment out of his pocket. "From what they told me, Jax is holed up here with some old bastard, no innocents there with them." Tig rubs his beard. "So we go in put them both down, sounds like a pretty straight-forward plan but we're gonna need to do this smart." Tig explains. A sinister smile builds on Chibs' face. "I got this." he says.

Jax and Sam are hauling-ass out of Charming as fast as they can, Sam is driving uncontrollably, dodging in and out of traffic. "Slow down bro you're gonna get both of us killed!" says Jax angrily. Sam stays silent driving in the same manner. Jax pulls his M1911 pistol from inside his jacket and points to the side of Sam's head. "Stop the truck, or I'll put a fucking bullet in your temple!" Jax says cocking back the pistol. "Go ahead do it, you'll kill us both anyway." Jax shoots the window beside Sam cracking it, and forcing Sam to stop. "Jesus Christ kid, are you out of your goddamn mind?" Sam says, paranoid. "I got you to stop didn't I?" Jax says jokingly. "Now I've got two broken windows, oh thats just great." Sam says pissed off. "Lets just get back to the apartment, and don't drive like an asshole." Jax tells Sam putting his gun away, and liting a cigarette. "You're pushing your luck kid." Sam starts driving again, normally this time as they head back to the apartment. Blue Oyster Cult's Don't Fear The Reaper play's on the radio as they make their long drive, the moonlight shines off of the black SUV as time goes by. Sam & Jax arrive back in Oregon at the apartment. They get out of the truck, carelessly leaving the shotgun inside. "Look man I'm sorry about the whole window thing, trust me I wasn't gonna kill you." Jax says feeling sorry for his actions. Sam walks toward the apartment door to unlock it. "Its cool kid, I knew you weren't gonna kill me." Sam says smiling, opening the door. Suddenly the butt of gun smacks Sam in the Jaw knocking him out cold falling inside the apartment, with 5 masked men surrounding his body. Jax walks in the apartment shocked, reaches for his pistol but a gun presses up against his skull behind him. "Turn around slowly."the man says. Jax turns around slow and faces the masked man. He lifts his mask from his face. "Lovely to see ya again brother." Jax stares at the man in shock. "Chibs?" Jax says.