"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
Jax wrestles with his doubts about the truth to his President's statements that Sydney, Tig, and Gemma work overtime to substantiate, but a wealth of new worries take over his concern about some old bones when he finds out that Kohn is still wreaking havoc in town.
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Sydney and Tig stood outside of a staff room in the hospital, impatiently waiting for Jax to return with the entry key from Tara so that the strategy that Sydney had devised could get underway. The game plan was for all of them to visit Abel at some point - not raising any suspicion as to why they were there. Jax would get Tara to give Tig and Clay access to the morgue, while Sydney would keep the VP distracted from what was in the morgue, on the main level.
"Tara's not here." Jax emerged from the heavy metal door with a sigh.
"Alright, what do you wanna do?" Tig looked up from the magazine that he'd been 'reading' in an attempt to act natural - an act that wasn't natural for him, at all - tucking it back into the stand.
"Lab coat, on the chair." Jax nodded to the keycard sticking out of the white coat that was draped across the couch next to a middle-aged man, stepping back so that Tig could peek his head inside to see what they were working with. "Think you can distract him?"
"No problem." Tig nodded with a mischievous smirk, taking a step forward before he felt himself being pulled back, looking down to see Sydney slipping past him with a wink.
"Excuse me?" The exhausted doctor looked up from his black coffee to see a gorgeous young girl standing before him, almost spilling the scalding liquid as he assessed the outfit that most people wouldn't even consider to be clothing.
"Uh." He blinked a few times as the fantasy appeared before his eyes, shaking his head to be sure that it wasn't just the double shift getting the best of him. "Hi!" He perked up when his eyes finally focused, and she was still there. "What can I-" He cleared his throat. "What can I do for you?"
"I need some help..." She looked down at the black toenails that were peeking through the open-toe slots of her booties. "It's kind of embarrassing... But, um, do you think that you could take a look at this?" She turned on her heels, tiptoeing as she looked over her shoulder at the bruise on her ass.
The doctor's eyes widened. There was no way that this was happening - not something this perfect... "Uh, yes!" He snapped out of his haze. "Why don't we go down the hall here." He stood quickly, placing his hand on her lower back where he guided her down the more secluded hallway so that he could 'get a good look'.
