Right now Jax couldn't be angrier. His vice president had diverted from the group to head back to Teller Morrow due to hallucinations of a dead man and to top things off Tig and Ratboy's excursion into the neo-nazi camp had gone horribly wrong.

"Chibs is smart enough to know that Jimmy's dead. He shouldn't have let Galen's bullshitting spook him." Jax fumed to Happy as they dismounted their bikes and approached the other club members.

"Maybe he's been hitting Juice's weed." Happy responded.

By the time Happy finished speaking him and Jax had gotten close enough for the other group to hear part of their conversation.

"Who's been hitting my weed and where's Chibs?" Juice asked puzzled.

"Chasing a phantom." Jax snorted before addressing the problem at hand. "What happened?"

"Some of their crew spotted Juice and Darby after we got on the inside." Tig answered.

Jax sighed "God damnit, Juice."

"We got out whole, but he..."

Darby cut into Juice's speech "But now they're coming after me and Reyna."

"I'm sorry man." Jax glanced at Darby's wife, who was now standing on the steps, as he spoke. "Bring her to TM. We'll keep you safe."

Before Darby could respond Reyna shook her head as if to say it was definitely a refusal. Darby however seemed to consider the offer for a few seconds before rejecting it. "Nah, this is on me. It's my wreckage. Just a matter of time before this went down. I gotta handle it."

"How big was this crew?" Jax asked turning back to Juice, Tig and Ratboy.

"I only saw five guys." Ratboy responded.

"Yeah, the guys that took us had the nazi hooks but it didn't look like an organized effort." Juice added as Jax heard his phone go off.

Immediately he recognized Filthy Phil's number on the screen. Phil and V-Lin were at the gun warehouse, but he couldn't imagine what reason the large prospect would have for calling.

"What?" Jax offered as a greeting.

"A warm hello to you too Jackson." the voice at the other end offered. Jax immediately felt a chill go down his spine when he recognized the accented voice.

"Jimmy." he released the name almost like a poison. "Where are you?"

"Galen and I are at your warehouse. I'm afraid your club is down two members, or two prospects anyway."

"What did you do to Phil and V-Lin?"

"You'll see soon enough...and Jackson, you will take the guns or I will make sure your club loses even more members and I don't think you can afford such a blow. Put Filip on the line please, I think we have quite a lot to talk about."

Instead of responding, Jax immediately slammed his phone shut and stormed back towards the group.

"Who was it?" Juice asked reading his expression of anger and confusion.

"Jimmy O'Phelan."

"That's impossible." Juice returned.

"I wouldn't believe it myself, but Chibs saw him when we met with Galen. That's why he took off, he got spooked. I thought he was just imagining it, but I know who I talked to."

"Did he say where he was at?"

"The gun warehouse." Jax paused "He claimed to have hurt Phil and V-Lin. I'm going to go check it out; Happy, Tig, Juice you're with me. Rat, stay with Darby and Reyna."

"Do you want me to call Chibs?" Juice asked racing to keep up with Jax's footsteps.

"No, I'll have a talk with him later about this. Right now we need to find out what happened to Phil and V-Lin."

When the four motorcycles pulled up outside the building labeled Oswald Lumber Jax almost felt like maybe he had spoken with a ghost. That was until he saw the blood trail leading up to the closed doors.

"Phil?" he yelled not expecting an answer after what Jimmy had insisted over the phone.

"V-Lin?" Tig added to the yells.

Each man drew their guns and apprehensively Jax opened the large doors with the other bikers trailing close behind him. Lying on the ground were two SAMCRO cuts with their own gory message plainly left on them. Lying on each of the cuts were the hands of their of respective owners. Jax could hear the flies buzzing and smell raw rotting flesh before his eyes even panned up to see the mutilated corpses of the prospects. Immediately he knew the mutilation had to be Galen's touch, Jimmy seemed to have a weak stomach for the disfigurement of corpses and had probably been standing outside chatting with him whenever the prospects were being chopped up.

The group spent a couple of minutes just staring at the corpses before Jax spoke again "Happy, Juice you put them in the crates, we're going to give them a proper send off...I need to go talk with someone."

Back at the clubhouse Chibs was sitting at the bar. He knew he should be out with Jax and Happy and by now he had managed to convince himself that what he'd seen possibly had only been a phantom created by Galen's words. However, he'd look foolish to just go hunting for the other two men around Charming so he sat and downed another whiskey hoping that he'd soon be able to get the taunting phantom of a face that had leered at him from the shadows out of his head. That was until Jax burst angrily through the doors of Teller-Morrow pushing a crow-eater who happened to be in his path aside so hard that the woman fell.

Chibs got up from his stool to meet the younger biker halfway across the room "What was that about Jackie?"

"You knew he was alive!" Jax stormed glaring at the Scotsman.

"Who the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb on me Chibs, you conspired with him. He probably told you that if he died his goons would hurt your wife and daughter, but you didn't think about how stupid it would be in the long term! Your lapse of logic just cost Phil and V-Lin their lives! Their blood and the blood of anybody else he kills is on your hands!"

It took Chibs a matter of seconds after Jax's speech to realize what the president of SAMCRO was talking about "This is not my fault! Do you think I'd want that bastard alive?!"

"I don't know Chibs, I just talked with a man that my VP assured me was dead...but he's obviously not is he? Opie, Piney, Kozik and Unser saw you kill him, but you pulled one hell of a hoax before their eyes! I don't even know if the club can trust you anymore, but I can't afford to lose another member! Otherwise the club would be voting on if you'd keep your patch!"

Glaring, Chibs watched the president walk away. As much as he was beginning to to develop a strong distaste for everything the younger man did and said, he knew the only way to make sure his nemesis really was put in a grave was to at least pretend to follow along with Jax wanted.