"Move your ass you muppet!" Chibs yelled as Kip jumped out of the way of Ernest's Darby's Suburban as it sped into the Teller-Morrow yard.

"The fuck you want you Nazi-prick?!!!" Chibs shouted as Darby and three of his tall, muscle-bound, Aryan-ink covered henchmen exited the vehicle.

"Fuck off scar face! I'm hear to see that asshole, Yid boss of yours!" Ernest shot back, obviously looking for a fight.

"Why you motherf...." Chibs advanced but stopped when Clay shouted out.

"Leave em Chibs! What the hell are you doing here Darby."

"Don't pretend you don't know!"

"The fuck you on about?!"

"Oh so my guy's girlfriend gets attacked by a Son and you're telling me you don't know a thing about it!"

"The fuck.....Of course we don't know anything about it! My guys don't attack women!"

"That's not what she said!"

"What?"

"She said that she was sitting at home last night when someone broke down the back door and tried to grab her. She says it was definitely a Son because he had the SAMCRO cut on and she got a good look at it when he ran off after her boyfriend came running up from the basement.

"Look Darby I know we don't see eye to eye but there is NO way me or any of my guys would attack a woman, let alone your guy's girlfriend."

"So what then? Someone trying to frame you guys so we have a war? Doesn't make much sense to me?"

"Makes sense to me."

"Really. And why the hell is that?"

"SAMCRO and NORDS have a war. Shit those of us who don't get killed would probably be locked up for quite a while. Ideal for some other group to make Charming home don't you think?"

Darby was still mad as hell and took a few more steps toward Clay.

"Okay. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt on this one. But if I do find out that it was one of your guys and not a set up then trust me Clay, hell will come a knockin on your front door. We clear on that!?"

"Crystal" Clay replied sarcastically.

Darby turned around to his guys.
"Okay let's get the fuck out of this hell hole!"

They all jumped into the SUV and sped off out of the yard.
Just after they had left Jax pulled up on his bike.

"The fuck did Darby want?"

"To kill us! Someone is trying to set us up and spark a goddam SAMCRO-NORD war! Get the guys, we need to call a meeting." Clay said as he walked off back to the clubhouse.

"Oh shit!" Jax muttered as he got off his bike and went to round up the guys.

Across the street Agent Kohn sat in his car snapping away on his camera and taking notes.
It seemed that his plan had almost worked. He just needed to go one step further and hopefully things would boil over and put Jax and the rest of SAMCRO in either prison or the grave. Didn't really matter which. As long as it meant that he could have Tara all to himself.