The Assassination of Clay Morrow – Part 1
[Tig/OFC]
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Madison Taylor was by trade an assassin. Murder-for-hire was her profession. She could change her appearance in the blink of an eye. It was what made her so good at her job.
Want a sultry seductress to take out your prey? Or an innocent virgin? Want it up close and personal or from a distance? She could do it all and do it well.
Now she was driving down the 5 Freeway, headed toward the little town of Charming. She'd been there before on several occasions. She just wished the reason for this visit was a happy one.
She pulled over into a gas station. She needed a fill-up and to try that phone number again. Ever since she'd gotten the first call at the crack of dawn, she'd been trying to reach Clay Morrow or Alex 'Tig' Trager. So far, no luck. Getting a cell phone signal had been tough but throwing her car into park and pulling out her phone, she grinned to see she finally had bars. Yes!
Dialing the number from memory, she put the phone to her ear and listened to the ringing at the other end.
"Yeah, this is Tig," came the answer.
"Tig – it's Madison," she said.
"Hey Maddy baby, what's happening?"
"No time for small talk, Tigger. Where are you? Are you with Clay?"
"Yeah, we're at the shop. What's wrong?" Tig knew Madison well enough to hear the tension in her voice.
"Tig, this is bad. I got a call this morning. There's a contract out on Clay. I got offered the job."
"What the fuck –?"
"Shit – I'm not taking the job! But I'm stalling – wanted to get to you guys first. Stay with Clay. Don't let him out of your sight."
"Who ordered the hit?"
"No idea – it was a representative who called me. I told him I'd have to think about it and he's supposed to call me back in a couple of hours. I'm on my way to Charming right now."
"Why are you coming here?"
"To help you protect Clay. Once they know they can't hire me, they'll be looking for someone else. Someone good."
"How good?"
"Like the kind of good $100K plus can buy, Sweetie. Where's Gemma?"
"I think she's home – I'll check with Clay."
"Look – if she's home, tell her to stay put and keep a gun handy. If they can't reach Clay, they might come after Gemma. If she's out, have her come to the clubhouse. If she's home, have her pack a bag for her and Clay, stay put and stay away from the windows. Either send someone you trust to get her or I can swing by on my way in. Don't send Clay – keep him indoors."
"Think we should be hiding out?"
"That's what I'm thinking. At least till we can find out who ordered the hit and take them out. You talk to Clay. Find Gemma. Then call me. I'm just making a quick stop to gas up my car and then I'll be back on the road. Make sure you check all the vehicles before you get in them too. Cheap hitters will use bombs and shit. Just watch your back like a son of a bitch, Tig."
"I will – you be careful, Maddy."
Madison laughed, "Don't worry about me, Tigger. I'm not the one who's butts on the line. Call me when you can."
"Yup." They both hung up.
Madison got out of her car and pulled her credit card to gas up her car. She tapped her fingers anxiously on the roof of the car, waiting for the tank to fill.
~*~
Madison passed the 'Welcome to Charming' sign with a bit of relief. She'd been pushing it on speed, using a radar detector. Wouldn't do to get pulled over by the cops. She slowed down as she entered the city proper.
Tig had called back and told her that Gemma was at home and packing. Since Madison was so close to town she'd stop by the Morrow house, pick up Gemma and meet up at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse.
Madison spotted the Morrow house. She slowed to a stop about half a block away. She took a good look around. The street was fairly quiet. She eased down and pulled into the driveway. Leaving the car running, she pulled a pistol, checked the safety and headed toward the front door.
Madison knocked. After a moment, the door swung open.
"Madison – what the hell is going on?" Gemma said.
"Hi to you too, Gemma. It's not good. There's a contract out on Clay," Madison replied.
"That's what he said."
"Let's get going. We can talk in the car."
Gemma nodded, pulling out her keys to lock the front door. She had two suitcases with her. As Gemma stepped outside, Madison grabbed up one of the suitcases while Gemma took the other and they hightailed it to the car.
"Just leave the suitcase. I've got it. Get in the car – doors unlocked," Madison said. She popped the trunk and placed the suitcases inside while Gemma got into the car.
Madison again scanned the area and got into the driver's seat.
As she backed out of the driveway and started down the road, Gemma asked, "So? What happened?"
"Got a call this morning, early. Some guy offered me the hit. I told him I'd mull it over and he's supposed to call me back with details and supposedly up the money offer."
"Who wants Clay dead?"
"I don't know, Gemma. The person who wants the hit never hires the assassin directly – unless they're a complete idiot. They want deniability. If you don't know who ordered the hit, you can't blab to the cops. I'm sure the guy didn't even give me his real name. Said his name was Bob."
Gemma shook her head and looked out the window.
"Gemma, does Clay have any enemies?"
"Unfortunately, yes. There was an attempt on his life just a while ago."
"Do you know who was behind it?"
Gemma nodded, "Darby and Alvarez plotted it."
"And unsuccessfully, I take it."
Gemma laughed, "Yeah, Alvarez sent two guys after Clay. Tig took out one and a bartender took out the other."
"Somehow I don't think the Nords or the Mayans would be spending the kind of money offered on this hit."
"How much?"
"The initial offer was $100K."
"Son of a bitch!"
~*~
Madison pulled into the lot that housed both the Sons of Anarchy Clubhouse and Teller-Morrow Automotive. She noticed someone pulled and locked the gate that led to the street as soon as she entered. Madison maneuvered the car close to the clubhouse. She and Gemma got out.
"We'll leave the suitcases in the car till we see what the plan is," Madison said, waving to Filip 'Chibs' Telford.
"Are ye both all right?" Chibs asked.
"No problems, Chibs," Madison said. "How are you?"
"Ach, I'm fine. How are ye, love?" Chibs said, giving her a quick hug.
"Okay – wish I was here under better circumstances."
"So do I."
"Everyone inside?" Gemma asked.
"Yes," Chibs said, grasping the door and swinging it open.
Clay looked up from his chair at the bar and moved toward Gemma. The pair embraced.
"You're all right?" He asked.
"Better now," she replied, hugging her husband tightly.
Tig grinned at Madison as he moved toward her. "You made good time."
She shook her head, "I pushed it. But everything looks clear so far."
He leaned down, kissed her cheek and whispered, "Don't you mean pushed up on it?"
Madison gave him a playful swat. "Later, lover boy," she whispered with a laugh.
TBC . . . .
