It was an average Monday morning for the Sons, most of the guys were running errands or working in the shop, when Jax gets a call from a blocked number warning him about a new MC that would be rolling into charming in a few hours called the chaos angels, Jax had never heard of this crew so he went looking into them. There wasn't much information on them because they've kept out of the Feds crosshairs, so he went deeper contacting a sheriff in Florida. The sheriff tells him what he knows but that still is not a lot, could've that call been a prank or are these guys that good at covering their trails.
Jax rode back to teller-morrow and parked his bike next to clay's, he walked into the clubhouse trying to call back the person who had rang him earlier that day but no number had been received, so many thoughts were going through his head, he was so confused and the other members could see it but they didn't say anything because they could tell he wasn't in the mood to talk.
A few hours later there's a rumble of engines heading down the main street most of the on lookers thought it was the Sons until they saw the patch they wore was not the well-known reaper but an angel leaning on a bazooka with an a mushroom cloud in the back ground. Jax was riding home when he heard the unfamiliar engine sounds, so he headed towards the sound and saw the unknown MC pull into the hotel.