Clandestine

Chapter 1; "wait, she?"

Nobody wanted to be sitting here, the air seemed tight and overall the atmosphere in the chapel was so tense that it felt like someone was sitting on anyone's chest. We've run out of ideas, the Sons of Anarchy members sat around the table discussing their next possible moves on the Nords, but every attempt so far had back fired on them. They were getting smarter, and after the truth about Gemmas attack was revealed. It was more important to them to hit The Nords where i hurts most, but with them having such smart connections and their strategy had become better. Which was bad for the sons and they had to find a way to retaliate.

"Alright, what about a nights attack?" Suggested Tig " we watch their every move, day in and day out until we know their most vulnerable moments?" His plan sounded good, to me at least and something told me that he wasn't finished speaking but what the president interrupted, he knew to shut up.

" I've been having Filthy Phil watch them for weeks, they don't have a blind side, weak spot, nothin' " Clay spoke, his voice restrained, everyone could tell that he was furious, not to mention lost completely on what to do with this. Many of us were, we had to get them out of the way. There was no questioning this.

Happys glances bounced between the seated men, he remained silent. As he usually did, but he was thinking. Trying to find a way to help but he was as clueless as the next of them. The conversation continued on, each of their ideas seemed to have some sort of fault to it, and it got exhausted.

Several moments of silence dominated them, some heads hung and some just looked around, trying to think of some sort of solution that has no faults, but nothing else came up. Until, he remembered their so called 'secret weapon' many doubted that this person was actually a real individual since none of them had actually seen or met her before, aside from Happy and Tig. The moment he remembered the name that she went by in the stories that were told about her, so many people that have heard of her believed that she was some sort of fairy tale, or a scare tactic towards their rivals to threaten them. It'd been years since she had anything to do with the sons but this called for contact between happy and his old friend.

Happys hand slammed down on the table, scaring everyone out of their thought filled trance, giving confused looks to the bald assassin who sat silently amongst them. "JD!" He blurted, his raspy voice filled with excitement.

"Dragon tongue, JD?" Questioned the blonde, Jax. "Dude, we haven't heard from him, no way of contact, and I'm still convinced that he's not even real" he explained, clearly convinced this was another no go.

"Guys a myth" added Juice, agreeing.

Tigs' expression looked to be lightening up at the mention of their friend they had in comment, releasing a series of light chuckles he shook his curly haired head, looking at both juice and Jax "Hap's got her number, she's a friend and she, very much exists." He spoke, matter of factly and every time the feminine pronoun appeared he made sure to put an emphasis on it.

Happy nodded his head, a pleased expression taking over his usually stoic features "I definitely can, and I will as soon as we're finished here."

Clay looked around, he wasn't all too convinced but they didn't have anything further on what to do with their situation. He looked at the remaining members, not seeing much more that confused looks and the smug grins of Tig and Happy, deciding for it. The gavel hit the table, and it's members split. Heading out of the room with some sort of hopeful solution, clay added "let me know where we stand with your dragon friend after the call, got it, Hap?"

"Wait!" Juice froze, coming out of the train of thought he was stuck in for a while there. "She?"

Happy nodded at Clay, simply ignoring what juice said, while the others rolled their eyes at him, continuing on out. The moment everyone had made it out of the chapel, he pulled his burner phone out of his kuttes pocket and excused himself, exiting the clubhouse entirely to give himself the silence that this call would require.

Dialling her number, he set it to his own ear and begged silently that she hadn't changed in the years he had failed to keep contact like he promised, also that she wouldn't be upset that he hadn't.

"Well, I'll be dammed"  her thick Scottish accent ringing in his ears the moment she picked up.