Skyler's Chance

The meet is set

Unser drives his pick up into the T.M. parking lot, looking for Clay. Heading into the office, he sits on the couch, waiting. Gemma and Clay come in from the garage, Clay reaches his hand out to shake Under's hand, "Hey old man, what do you need?" "Good morning Gemma. Hey Clay, mind if I talk to you alone? I found out some info I think you need to know." Gemma sets the files she was holding on the desk, grabs her coffee cup and leaves towards the clubhouse to fill it. Sitting behind the desk, Clay waits for Unser to talk. "You know ATF is already crawling all over Charming P.D., taking over the office because of your club. I eavesdropped on a conversation a June Stahl had with Hale about Zobelle being an informant for the ATF. She doesn't know where he is at, but they need him. He's been working with them for a few years now, and is an asset, that's part of the reason they want to put him back into protection." Clay sits back in his chair, "And you think we did something to him?" Unser shakes his head, "No, I'm giving you a heads up in case he's still....alive." Before Clay could answer, Happy sticks his head in the doorway, "Clay, the meet is set." Unser takes this as his que to leave so he stands up, rubbing his hands together, "Just wanted to give you the heads up. I gotta get going, I need my chemo treatment."

Alvarez pulls up to the coffee shop inside Charmimg, flanked by some of the Mayans for protection. With bad blood between the Mayans and the Sons, he is unsure what Clay wants, and is very weary on Sons territory. But with Darby gone and Zobelle in hiding somewhere, the heroine trade has been derailed, so he needs to see what he can do to get it back on track. Clay pulls up with Jax, Tig, and Happy. Sitting down across from Alvarez, Clay pulls out a cigar as he watches people cross the street instead of walk past, due to seeing rival M.C. members in a large group. "What's up, Ese'? I'm not too keen on being here so let's make this quick." Clay puffs on his cigar a few times. "Darby is dead, and Zobelle is no where to be seen. Now, we know you and them had plans to destroy my club and bring the H trade into Charming. That's not going to happen." Alvarez nods, "Kinda figured that now. What do you want?" Clay sits back, "We want to call a truce, put the bad blood behind both clubs and start fresh. We want Zobelle, for personal reasons, if you help us track him down, you can keep whatever share of the H trade you want, but it stays out of Charming."

Thinking that a truce would help keep men on both sides alive, Alvarez strokes his goatee. "I'll have to take it to my table. But I do understand where you are coming from. I believe Zobelle killed Darby and even some of his own men, in a round about way, so I don't trust him. I'll let you know what we decide. Expect a call in a few hours." Both presidents stand and shake hands, "I hope we can work this out, Marcus. Too many lives taken already, and we are getting too old for this." Alvarez nods, "Definitely Ese'." As he turns to head towards his bike, his V.P. hangs up his burner, "Pres, we gotta go  to the junk yard. An old friend showed up and he needs to speak with you." After the Mayans leave, Clay continues to puff on his cigar as Jax waits for his lead. "I do want to squash this between the clubs, enough blood has been shed. We need to find Zobelle and get rid of him under ATF's nose." Jax nods, then his cell phone rings. It's Skyler.

Pacing the floor again, her boots making a lot of noise, Skyler got the phone call she was waiting for. Her Army buddy came through, and Zobelle is coming back to Charming in a few days to open Impeccable Smokes. Knowing the club won't let her react alone, she has to be patient, even though it's hard. Opie comes into the kitchen, getting a snack. Before he could say hi, Skyler starts talking, "A friend of mine told me Zobelle is coming back to Charmimg in a few days. He's not done, still probably thinks that his plans will work. I know I need to wait, but it's hard. Where is Clay? Do you know ? I don't know what he wants me to do besides wait. How is he going to use me as bait? How will-" Opie holds his hand up, "Babe, slow down. Look, we will handle it. This isn't just all on you, you need to trust us." Skyler still paces back and forth, "I need to get out of his clubhouse. I'm going crazy just sitting here." Opie chuckles, "You don't sit much to begin with, but Clay said you are not to leave." Rolling her eyes, she knows the rules, but still tries, "Come on, please. Can't you just take me for a ride on your bike? I miss mine." Looking at Opie with a pleading look. Opie takes a huge bite of his sandwich, shaking his head. He can see through the look because Donna does the same thing. "No, Skyler. Stay here and try to relax. You need to trust us."