Blue Angel

Trigger Happy

The warm midday California sun poured down on the leather clad bikers as they emerged from the MC clubhouse after receiving their very first possibility at a lead on Otto's killer. Jax's stride was wide, his arms swinging in a confident stroll towards the line of Harley's just beyond the office of Teller-Morrow Automotive, his Dyna leading the pack of lined bikes. His footsteps were swiftly followed by Chibs, Tig and Happy as they moved across the asphalt. Halting just before reaching his mechanical beast, Jax turned to his brothers with instructions.

"Hap, you and Tig take the van. Fuck knows what this shithead might want. Might have to cover all our bases. Chibs and I will lead the way." Jax made a motion as he spoke with his head towards the black van that typically had Rat in the driver's seat. Taking the few extra steps towards his Harley he grabbed his skull cap and placed it over his blond hair, snapping it in place as Chibs did the same.

With a swing of his leg over the saddle his ass barely hit the seat when Gemma sauntered herself from TM office, her sway turning quickly into a rushed walk to reach her son before he rolled out. Jax slipped his KD's into place to shield his eyes from the bright rays, catching his mother from the corner of his eye. It never failed she needed to poke her nose in when he had important shit to take care of.

"Baby.." Gemma came to a stop in front of her only son as his slipped each hand into the leather of his riding gloves. His gaze turned toward the middle age woman, his expression questioning what was on her mind without speaking a single word.

"I gotta head up to Oregon. It's Daddy. Nursing home called and insurance shit is fucked up. I got no choice but to go." Her stance shifted as her hand perched on her slender hips. For being his mother she was still a fox and she damn well knew it. There was no wonder all the girls that flocked the clubhouse looked up to her and wanted to be her. She was one sexy and feisty woman. In that single thought his mind drifted to Scarlet and a smile suddenly began to dance across his face. If there was anyone that could compete for matriarch of their kingdom it was her.

"Nero going with you?" The MC President questioned with furrowed brows.

"No baby. He's got some business to take care of here. I won't be gone long, I'll get Unser to take me." A reassuring smile began to cross her expression in her answer, her eyes quickly darting to the Airstream parked to her right in the garage lot.

"Alright. Check in every few hours. I'm headed up to Stockton. Scarlet's going to check in on Abel and take him to the house later." Gemma gave her son a nod as she leaned in to brush a kiss along his unshaven cheek. "I'll see ya later."

With his mother dealt with the roar of his Dyna came to life, giving the throttle a twist the blond biker rode out of his kingdom with his loyal brothers behind him.

[45 minutes later, Stockton Port]

"I don' see 'em Jackie. Ye thin' the call was shite?" The Scottish VP glanced at Jax as he moved off his Harley after backing it in against the warehouse they had leased from time to time from Barosky. Jax's leg swung over the saddle almost in unison with his brother, pulling the leather from his hands, finger by finger until they were free and he could stuff them into the ass pocket of his carpenter jeans. Just as Hap and Tig jumped from the front seats of the van, a beat up, late model Chev pulled in behind it. Cautiously all four men reached for their weapons, prepared to take the fucker down if needed.

Jax clutched his Springfield from under his kutte, still in the holster as the unidentified man stepped from the vehicle, his hand raising in front of him in a sign of surrender. The guy was unfamiliar; not someone Jax ever remembered having a run in with. How this fuckhead had info on Otto's murder perplexed him. The President's eyes flashed to his VP to the right of him before fixating on the stranger.