Skyler's Chance

Filthy Liar

Phil slowly droves through the downtown streets of Charming, heading towards the Teller Marrow garage when his phone rings, it's A.J. Pulling over, he picks up. "Looks like only half the Sons have showed up. We need the rest to get rid of the rest, tonight, but until Zobelle gives us the go head, we need you to figure out how to keep the others in your sight until then." Before Phil could answer, A.J. hung up. He sits for a minute, he didn't expect this. He thought if he snuck back into the the clubhouse, plant the bomb Zobelle gave him, he could slip back out and leave California like he planned. But now with not knowing what Sons are free, he has to come up with another plan and fast. After sitting for a few minutes, he begins to drive again. The clubhouse may be empty anyways, so he can still carry this out, hopefully. He pulls into the TM parking lot, noticing all the bikes are gone. Parking as close as he can to the front door, he hops out, grabs the backpack that has the bomb in it, and heads inside. The timer on the bomb was not to be set until he was ready to leave so he had some time. Walking behind the bar, he sets the bag on the bar top when Gemma comes out from the kitchen. "Oh good, I could use some muscle, can you come help me in the kitchen please?" She smiles sweetly at him. "Yes Ma'am." Trying to hide his nervousness, follows her. As soon as he walks around the corner, there's a gun in his face, and he recognizes the angry Scottish voice, "Wher' mah Skyler, asshole?"

Pulling against her restraints, Skyler spits the blood out of her mouth. Her face and head are throbbing, pretty sure Billy cracked a rib or 2, broke a finger and possibly her ankles from hitting her with the small bat. She didn't know what to think, feeling helpless, the room still dark except the candle on the table next to her boots, phone, gun, and knife. Even if she was able to get away, she would have to crawl and not knowing where she was made the thought even more difficult. Strutting around, Billy continues to talk shit to her, "After we are done with you, we will kill your dad and take over the trade with those scumbag Mexicans." She smirks "Not unless they kill you first, you racist piece of shit." He slaps her, hard, across the face. "Shut up, bitch. A.J. wanted me to kill you while they were gone. But I don't think I want such a nice ass to go to waste." Knowing what he meant, she growls "Go fuck yourself. You are not getting shit from me." He slaps her other cheek, "I'll take it if I want to.... but maybe I'll make a video, as a keep sake." Walking over to the table, he picks up the cell phone. Turning it on and waiting for it to boot up, he leaves the room. Feeling weaker by the minute, Skyler squeezes back the tears, from both the pain and the fate she will be facing. Memories of her parents running through her mind, serving in the army, seeing her dad before she took off, and finally ending with being with the Sons. She thought of Kozik and how she regrets not letting him know she wanted him. Too late now, Billy is going to kill her. But hopefully she can pass out beforehand.

Happy sets his tool bag on the table, setting out different tools he may want to use. Phil's eyes grow wider with each one, knowing Happy had no issues in being as sadistic as he could to get what he wanted. Chibs was still holding a gun to Phil's head while Juice finished tying his arms and legs down with ropes, Phil in his boxers and laying on a sheet of thick plastic on the pool table, with Kozik pacing back and forth, getting angrier by the minute. He felt that Phil wasn't being honest, and the longer it was taking the angrier the Sons were getting with the Filthy liar. Happy looks at Phil as he grabs a hammer and a long 4 inch nail, Chibs holding out Phil's hand flat. Placing the tip of the nail in Phil's palm, Happy raises up the hammer, getting read to drive the nail into Phil's hand. "Look man, I don't know what happened. We were at the lake, I fell asleep laying on the sand and when I woke up, she was gone. Please, I don't know where she is. Please, let me go and I'll take you to the lake." Phil begs them. Kozik swings around and punches Phil in the mouth and jerks his head back by his hair, "Liar, where is she?" Happy adjusts a few more tools, grabbing a pair of pliers, he squeezes Phil's nipple in them, enough to cause some pain.Phil screams and starts to cry, "OK, OK, I'll tell ya, please don't." Happy squeezes the pliers a little more, growling "Talk." Before Phil can say anything, Juice yells something that makes everyone freeze and look at him, "IS....IS THIS A FUCKING BOMB?"

Clay sits down on the bench in the holding cell, as Jax paces back and forth. Tig, Bobby, and Opie are sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the cell, not saying much but sensing the think tension in the air. "Son, come sit down." Clay says quietly. Jax stops in his tracks, clenching his fists, trying to control his temper, "I told you we should wait. But no, you always want to jump first then look for risks after, like a dumbass." Clay stands up getting ready to confront Jax when the others jump up and separate the two of them. Bobby, being the peacemaker he usually is, states "Look, it was a club decision and obviously a bad one. We need to strike when we can catch him by surprise. But fighting now won't solve anything." Opie half guides, half pushed Jax to sit down next to him on the bench and Tig does the same to Clay on the opposite side of the cell. "They won't let us out and I can't imagine how much the bail will be with these gun charges." Opie says, quietly. Before anyone can say anything, the guard comes to the cell door, "Trager, you first."