Alex Trager grabbed his duffel bag and got off the bus in his hometown of Charming CA. It had been a long time since
he had seen this place, and since he had been overseas this calm little town didn't even seem familiar to him anymore.
All he had been around for the last year was killing and blood. Something changes inside of a man when you kill
someone for the first time, it takes away your innocence, and that is something you can never get back. After you kill
multiple men it's like you never had that innocence.
Alex wasn't sure where he was going now that he was home. He had no family left, and no friends who would take him
in, especially after seeing how much war had changed him. He did all he knew to do went to the shitty motel in the
worst part of town and got a room just so he could have somewhere to keep his bag. Then it was off to the local hole in
the wall bar Third Street Tavern. The bar was pretty empty except for a few of the regulars who spent every waking
moment in the place til they had to be drug out when it closed for the night, and in the back corner there were what
looked like a few members of the towns Motorcycle Club, Sons of Anarchy. Alex knew a couple of the SOA members, not
enough for it to count for anything, but he respected them. They kept the streets of this town safe, when you had
problems you never went to the police you went to the Sons. He took the seat at the corner of the bar and got a shot of
whiskey and a 32 oz. draft. He was feeling very out of place here and the only way he knew how to fix that was to drink
as much as it took to make him feel better.
Alex was well into drinking away his sorrows, the bar had become more full and the Sons were still in the corner like
they were waiting for something or someone. Then the door opened to the bar and he saw what the Sons had been
waiting on this whole time. In walked 4 Hispanics in leather just like the Sons but theirs read Mayans. The Mayans
walked over to the Sons and took a seat, they talked for a good 30 minutes or so and then one of the Mayans raised
their voice to a Son Alex knew from his childhood named Piney. Things escalated quickly and Piney reached across and
grabbed the cheeky Mayan who had offended him and with that it was an all out battle fists and bodies started flying
everywhere. Alex tried to stay out of it that is until one of the Mayans tried to use him to block himself from one of the
Sons, his war instincts came out instantly and the Mayan was on the ground being pummeled by his fists until he was
either unconscious or dead. E Sons ended up throwing the Mayans on the street and threatening their lives if they ever
stepped back into Charming with their drugs. After the room was clear Alex got a pat on the back from Piney and he said
"Nice swinging Tiger, let me get you a drink son." Alex gladly took the free drink and Piney sat with him and had a few
of his own. They ended up sharing war stories and by the end of the night Alex was asked if he wanted to come to the
clubhouse on fight night this Wednesday. Alex wasn't one for being social but nothing sounded better to him at this point
in life than a good fight so he agreed, then thanked Piney and left the bar with some random gash that had been
hanging all over him after she witnessed him spill the Mayans blood.