AN: Now everyone gets a big surprise. Just what is it?

Chapter Six: The Flames of Canada

The Flames are really a unique group of people. They ride together, they drink together, and they even fight together. What makes them stand out is the fact that these men considers everyone in the club their brother. These men are brothers, and that is one bond that we are sworn to uphold, and that is one bond that can never ever be broken.

Alexander Meisterman Sr.

The Flames of Canada clubhouse meeting room was very familiar to Alexander. He knew where everything was, and what each thing value was. He saw the meeting table, and it had the club insignia carved in the middle, which was the Grim Reaper holding a scythe with the blade facing one way, and the Canadian Flag on the other end. Alexander sat in the seat, and felt as though he knew that he was in control, which he was, in the sense.

"So, how does the seat feel?" Jack asked him, decked out in his own F.O.C. vest.

"Right, it feels right." Alexander stated.

"Here." Jack said. He pulled out a vest, and it was one with the symbol, 'President' on it.

"That's dad's vest." Alexander said.

"Duh." Jack said. "He told me all of those years ago, that he wanted you to have this."

"Wow, thanks." Alexander said, taking the vest, and putting it on. He remembered this vest all too well, because Alexander saw his father in it a few times.

"So, now what is the first order of business?" Alexander asked.

"A meeting." Jack said. "All of the charter presidents are coming out here to meet you in about a week, but first, here."

"Nice." Alexander said. "Very nice, but what is it?"

"The F.O.C. charter." Jack said. "I want you to take this, and read it."

"Why?" Alexander asked.

"Look, Your father wrote this." Jack said proudly. "This is the original, and now it is yours. I want you to read this front to back, and bring it back to me in one week."

"Thanks again, I better brush up." Alexander said. He grabbed his stuff, and walked towards his room at the clubhouse.

Derek was about to walk into his home, when he heard a honking horn. He knew that immediately this was not going to be a very friendly encounter.

"Derek!" Derek turned around, and saw Melissa walking towards him.

"Hey, what's up?" Derek asked.

"What did Casey tell by brother?" Melissa asked him.

"What?" Derek said, playing dumb.

"Derek, if I have to bounce you off of every wall in this city until you tell me, I will do that." Melissa told him. Melissa grabbed hold of Derek, and he broke easily.

"Alright!" Derek said. "Casey told me that she said that you guys parents were no good criminals, and that Alexander was a big jerk."

"Where is she now?" Melissa asked.

"At Smelly Nelly's." Derek said.

That was all that Melissa needed to hear. She stormed off, ready to pay Casey a "friendly visit."

Casey was sitting at a table at Smelly Nelly's, talking with her friends. She looked up, and saw Melissa, Alexander's brother walking right at her, looking as though she was ready for a fight. She strolled over to them, and smiled as she approached them.

"Beat it." Melissa said, to the friends. When they didn't budge, Melissa took out her badge, and slammed it on the table.

"Beat it." Melissa commanded again. This time, the friends scattered like cockroaches. Melissa sat down in front of Casey.

"I am going to make this short and brief." Melissa told her. "I know what you said about my family, and you better know that shit isn't going to fly. And for what you said about Alexander, we have no idea where he is. We can thank you for that. If Alexander isn't all right when we find him, best believe we are holding you accountable."

Before Casey could say anything, Melissa was out the door, and Casey now felt even worse than she did, if that was possible.

After the weekend had come and gone, it was the next Monday at school, and Casey was a little on edge. Alexander's older sister Melissa, who was also a cop, threatened her yesterday, and it made her jumpy because she knew that if it would come to it, she would do something, and it would be a bad time coming.

"So, what is going on with you?" Derek asked Casey as she approached him.

"Well, Melissa threatened me yesterday." Casey said. "She said that if she doesn't find Alexander alive and well, I will regret it."

"Well, speak of the devil." Derek said pointing towards the door that leads into the school. They both watched as Alexander entered the school, dressed in all black. He walked to his locker, and grabbed his stuff, and began walking to his class. It wasn't until he saw Casey and Derek that Alexander stopped walking.

"Where have you been?" Derek asked.

"Around." Alexander said coldly. He shot a glare towards Casey, and Alexander left as if there was nothing wrong.

"Man, I know that look."

"What look?" Casey asked.

"That look." Derek answered. "That is the look that he did something." Derek said. Whatever he did, they knew that it was something that was going to be revealed very soon.

The principal of the school calmly walked into his office, and found nothing out of the ordinary, except that there was nothing there. Someone robbed his office clean, and all that was left was a Flames of Canada flag in the middle of the floor. With a note written in big, bold black letters.

We're back.

AN: When Dennis and Alexander meet, it will be a big deal, and fist will fly. R*R!