Recluse Protection

Chapter 5

"Hellion it looks like you killed something." Patriot comments make me look at him, before dropping my eyes to my form, the light colored skinny jeans and white cami have blood stains from my most recent hunt. After taking out the white tail, I was just starting the process of butchering as brutal as that sounds. It's a messy process to say the least, looking back at Patriot I answer him.

"I did." Rolling my eyes I walk up the steps seeing Forger, and raise an eyebrow. "What are you doing out here, it's been awhile since I've seen this group together." Looking between the group I see Patriot, Forger, Rubble, and two men I have no idea who they are. My eyes automatically narrow as I look down at the chest, staring at the cut of a bulky large bald man. Seeing the Road Captain patch I inhale, thinking of Gears. The name Tiny sits beneath the patch and I want to crack a joke about that one. Turning my eyes to the chest of the slightly familiar male, I feel my heart stutter.

"We have some news to tell ya Hellion." Rubble speaks calmly earning my glare immediately.

"Where the fuck is Bear? What happened?" Rubble rubs at the back of his neck forcing me to turn my eyes back to the man's chest. The president's patch sits proudly on the broad chest, the name tag Cobra sitting below. Bear's son, I've heard a lot about him and Bear's old woman Susan.

"He's buried." Forger steps in for Rubble making me look at him as I walk up onto the porch setting the ax I had been using to chop wood down leaning against the banister.

"When?" Looking over the group I cross my arms over my chest, I understand why he hadn't been answering my calls now.

"Three weeks ago." Patriot answers stepping up and leaning against the railing. Feeling my blood run cold I look down at Rubble.

"Three weeks ago, the night Gears got caught and pinned down? The same fucking night I had to come and pull your ass out? And what you two assholes are now just telling me Bear kicked the bucket." Both Rubble and Patriot came here, over two weeks ago, and they never said a damn thing.

"Hellion we had to keep quiet about it all. Some shit was getting leaked and we just wanted to keep a lid on it all. As far as most are concerned Bear stepped down from the chair and gave it to Cobra here." Rubble sighs rubbing his face, and that just angers me more.

"So you thought I was slipping secrets out? Real fucking cool Rubble. Why the fuck are y'all here? I didn't get an email." Cobra speaks up, making me turn my attention to him.

"I needed to meet the one who handled identities and relocation's." I raise an eyebrow at him not saying anything I wait for him to continue. "I need to know the process you go through to create identities." I give a fake chuckle before sobering quickly and answering.

"Simple you send me a packet detailing how they were found, I pick them up at a drop location. And I do my job, sending you the details that matter. After that they are relocated having the support systems they need and emergency contacts should they ever need it." He nods slowly, stuffing his hands in his front pocket showing off the gun he has strapped to his side.

"Ok, how do you come up with the identities? What are your support systems and emergency contacts?" I shake my head in answer.

"That doesn't concern the club, I've made networks that work for survivors. I've made networks of emergency contacts, that if needed survivors can fall to. When I create a new identity when their old one dies. The more that know the more risk these survivors have. I don't risk that shit."

"Why do you think it doesn't concern the club?" Cobra challenges me.

"Easy, because if I tell you my process I'd have to kill you. I owe too much to Bear to put his son in the ground." I shrug with ease. I don't take helping survivors light, this is my job, this is something I am passionate about point blank.