Breaking Free (Phoenix Rising)

Chapter 4 - Cole

"Prez, Tech got a couple of new toys in." I hear Chris say as I look up from the paperwork on my desk. Chris, my cousin, my best friend, VP and right hand. Met him after my uncle came to town 9 years ago to take me with him to his motorcycle club. I didn't even know, I had family other than my uncle. Once we got back to my uncle's club house he introduced me to his nephew and my cousin. My mom had a sister too that I never knew.

Him and I we just clicked. We were on the same page on things when it came to the club. We loved the thrill of the ride but hated how the prez ran things there. They pulled money from drugs and putting people in the ground, we weren't about that. Not that either of us have clean hands now.

I spent almost 6 years learning contacts and getting our plan together while Chris spent 3 of those overseas as a sniper. Finally we made it out, made it back here to my hometown where my mom raised me before she became an addict, where I met L. Now we run things here, just like we originally planned 9 years ago.

High tech weapons are where the money is, funny thing is most of those contracts go to government, military, police and security firms. Between that and investing in real estate and legit businesses. The club as well as multiple new construction housing here we had built and invested in the bar when it was an available store front, they make for easy money covering as well as their own sources of income for the club. Plus, Tech subcontracts to the government on occasion with his computer hacking skills. We are almost as legitimate as they come with pretty expendable income.

I'm proud of what we built and continue to build, noone in the club goes without. Everyone down to the prospects are clean, drug free and well cared for. The community as a whole is thriving, we are actually benefiting this place instead of being a plague.

"Let's go see Tech and test the toys then Gunner." I say standing from my desk and heading into the locked down basement to Tech. The dude has some insane skills. He can hack like noone else but knows who to hack and when, as much as we enjoy the extra funds from the government when they call we don't need to lose Tech to them. When our paths crossed he was more than happy to come in on our plans and be my left hand. He's also VP and our tech guy of course.

"Hawk, Gunner." Tech greets us with a nod as he hops from his computers sprinting to the weapons room.

The basement is his domain. Chris, Paul and I have full access with our fingerprints while the rest of the club can only make it to the security room which doubles as a lockdown shelter.

We built into a hill so most of the basement is actually in the hillside and not directly under the house and hidden by a false wall, just incase someone gets wind of us and tries to raid us or some shit like that. Funny enough it probably won't be the military or cops since they buy most our stuff, it would be other MCs that want what we have.

"This is cool shit. Came from Italy." Tech says giddy, he's like a damn kid.

"Ahhh, Tony, my man got us hooked up again."

"Yeah Prez, all the pieces we need for production of two things. One is a scope with infrared and night vision that also takes account for wind and other objects to make anyone almost as accurate as this fuck here." Tech punches Gunners shoulder.

"Noone is as good as me." Gunner complains. Always gun obsessed, I wasn't surprised when they wanted him as a sniper. Worked out since our military contracts are because of his good ins.

"What's the other?" He did say two items, scope is one.

"Living Armor."

Gunner and I share a look at Paul like he has extra heads. We deal mostly with guns, minimal explosives and hardly ever armor. We can't make armor high tech and that's our thing. We get the pieces from the Italians, though the Russians have pitched in a time or two. Then we put it together, with Tech's touch, the best weapons possible.