A/N 10/23/2018: I HAVE INTERWEBZ! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (Deep breath) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry for the late update though. The suspension on the truck was a little more pricey than we thought, all because of one little seal that didn't have an aftermarket stock... and was another 180$...Oy! Thankfully, when the universe gives you ungodly sour moldy lemons, there is some sugar sweet sustenance to go with! I got another raise! My third this year. Woot! I feel like Charlie needs more actual time as a member of the Sons. Like we need to see him do something illegal right? So he will have a bigger part not in this chapter here, but the next. Anyway, Enjoy! ~Angel
"Shit," Gemma heard from the bathroom. She finished putting on her bracelet before walking in, and seeing Clay struggle with the shot he took for his arthritis.
"Oh, let me," she said, turning him around. "Come on." She took the cortisone syringe and Clay's right hand, sticking the needle in and pressing on the plunger a bit. "There. Cortizone helping?" she asked.
"I'm fine without it," he said stubbornly.
"I know." He hissed as she repeated the process with his other hand. "Good. When are you back?"
"Tomorrow." Gemma rubbed his hand over the injection site before she seemed to gather her courage and kiss him.
"Be safe," she said.
Clay looked up at his old lady. "Thanks." Gemma went into their room to finish getting ready for the day and Clay followed. "Maybe some time away will help you...get past whatever this is," he said.
Gemma hesitated a bit before answering. "Maybe," she smiled, though it was mostly forced.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"What's the run?" Angela asked as she held Jax's kutte for him.
"Blood drive. Children's hospital in Eureka," Jax replied.
"Look at you. Sam Crow going out of their way for the community," Angela smiled.
"You know it, babe," Jax said, kissing her. But as he deepened it, they could hear Abel over the baby monitor.
"Mm," Jax groaned as he ended the kiss. "My boy. The master of timing," he said. Angela smiled and nuzzled his hand, before turning to tend to Abel. But Jax didn't let go of her hand and he pulled her back. "I love you," he said softly.
Angela looked at him and smiled brightly. A smile that was the only thing that'll keep him through the night without her. "I love you, too," she replied just as softly. Jax kissed her head, and moved past her.
"I got him," he said with a smile. Angela watched as he left the room and went to sit on their bed, his kutte still in his hands. She caressed the leather with her thumbs and smiled.
"Here we go. I know," Jax tells Abel as he brings his son into the room. Angela looked up, and hugged the kutte to her.
"What is it?" Jax asked.
Angela smiled brightly. "I'm your old lady! I knew that's what the crow you gave me meant, but it didn't hit until just now." Jax laughed and blew her a kiss.
"Come on," he tells Abel. "Let's get you some breakfast. Get you big and strong."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Jax rolled into the Teller-Morrow lot to every charter from here to Washington in tow, with the exception of the Oregon charter that was meeting them at the state line to relieve them of the IRA merch. He could see Charlie and Bella off to one side. Charlie grinning like a loon at the sight of his daughter. Pregnant with his grandchild.
He pulled in beside Opie. "Hey, I didn't know you were riding?"
Opie nodded. "Clay wants me on the relay," he said.
"Donna and the kids gonna be okay?" Opie smiled softly.
"Yeah. She's gonna come keep Izzy company for a bit today. Wants some advise."
"On what? She okay?" Jax asked concerned.
"Fine. She's fine. Only, now that Izzy is pregnant, she seems to have gotten it into her head to have another one of her own." Jax laughed a booming laugh.
"Good luck, brother."
"Thanks," Opie said wryly as they heard a backfire. Bobby pulled out on his favorite bike. One he didn't use anymore because it was outright dangerous to use it.
There were exclamations and whistles as he stopped and shut it off. Half-Sac even put in, "Hey! It's a fat boy on an old fat boy!" A comment he immediately had to apologize for or risk getting shot if the look Bobby was shooing him was anything to go by.
"I thought you put that beast to sleep," Jax said, lighting a cig.
"This fat boy ain't even reached it's prime," Bobby defended.
"Barely looks like it can reach the end of the lot," joked Opie.
"Best bike for a long ride. And I put it up against any of your pretty Dynas."
"You hitting the gay rodeo on the way," Jax threw in.
"Yee-haw," laughed one Son.
"Captain Chaps," Charlie joked.
"Cow hide protect the man hide," he again defended, ignoring the good natured teasing.
"Get in line, Brokeback," Tig said, as Bobby remounted his bike and started it up with another loud backfire. Actual flames coming out of his tail pipe, but not for effect. Bella had to cover her mouth and nose at the smell of fumes and the thick black smoke issuing for the back.
"Are you all right, mo ghràdh?" he asked her. Bella shook her head, and ran to the nearest garbage can. Chibs dismounted his own Dyna and went over to her, holding her hair out of the way in the process.
"Morning sickness still an issue then?" Charlie asked him softly. Chibs nodded.
"She's normally sick only the once in the mornings, unless something sets her off. Bobby's clunker ain't doin' her any favors." Bella retched a bit more, before she was able to take a good breath.
"Sorry, Izzy," Bobby said, his tone filled with remorse.
Bella shook her head. "That thing is so not environmentally friendly." Chibs pulled Bella into his arms.
"Maybe I should stay here," he offered. Bella shook her head again.
"No. Clay needs you. Besides, I'll have Donna, Ange, and Gemma. We'll have a girl's night or something."
"I have to ride behind that. It's already made Izzy sick," Half-Sac bemoaned.
"Shut up. You should be used to being sprayed in the face, prospect," Chibs ribbed.
"Usually by Bobby," Jax put in.
"Eat me, Chibs."
"See, the thing is, I like a full scrote when I snack on someone," he said, making a face at Half-Sac.
"Have I been doing things wrong all this time?" Bella asked softly. "I don't exactly have that sort of equipment." Chibs growled and gave her a light squeeze as she rested her head on his chest.
"Oh is that right? Yeah?" Half-Sac asked, not having heard Bella's teasing of Chibs. "Okay, well, pretty soon you can have that."
"You gonna spontaneously sprout a nut?" Tig asked. "Boing."
"No."
"What, what, what, what?" Tig asked.
"I'm getting a neuticle," he shrugged.
"Getting a what?" Jax asked.
"You're getting a musical?" Bobby asked.
"A fake ball. A neuticle. It's an implant. Give me a sense of symmetry," Half-Sac explained. "Balance."
"Are you for real?" Jax asked as everyone laughed.
"What? Yeah. I'm just waiting for the VA insurance to clear."
"You're getting a glass ball?" Opie asked with a raised brow.
"No, no. It's not glass. It's like a..." he said, holding up two fingers and a thumb to imitate squishiness.
"What is it?"
"Like it feel real, like a..."
"Hard boiled egg?" suggested Chibs, who grunted as Bella hit him in the gut for continuing to tease the testicularly impaired man.
"Soft, you know. Squishy. It's like, you know...Like a real ball."
Tig was making mooing noises as he mimicked milking utters, as the other's laughed. Bella couldn't help it, herself included.
"I don't even know… come on. Come on. I don't even know what that means," Half-Sac said, unable to defend himself further. "It's modern technology. Come on. I'm trying to be open here, okay?" he continued as the guys actually started coming up to his and playing around, pulling at his kutte and pants. "Real mature guys."
Chibs kissed Bella's head as she gave him one final sqeeze, and he went back over to his Dyna. Jokingly shoulder checking Half-Sac in the process. "Yeah, you're a real class act, Chibs."
Everyone was laughing as Clay pulled up. "What?" he asked.
"You don't want to know," Bobby said. "Really."
"Hey, Bobby. Your shoulder gonna hold up," Clay asked.
"Yeah, the shoulder's good," Bobby promised. Clay looked over to see Piney exiting a truck just as Gemma pulled in.
"Hey, I appreciate you looking after the garage while I'm gone," he said to the elder.
"No problem," Piney said.
"Tell the boys they can log some OT. I don't want to get buried." Clay's attention wasn't on Piney, though. It was on Gemma.
"I'll keep an eye on her," Piney promised. "I, uh, I know she's been-"
"She's fine," Clay told him. "You just worry about the cars."
"Got my full attention," Piney said as he watched Clay pull out. He met Happy half way into the lot.
"What do you say, Prez?" he asked pulling out his side arm.
"Let's go save the children!" Happy pointed out into the middle of nowhere and fired two shots, signaling the beginning of the run. Every Son present pulled out of the lot as their old ladies and Crow-eaters cheered.
The rumble of the bikes was such that it set off car alarms along Main as they passed. Zobelle looked up as he was finishing his outdoor sign. The noise even drew the attention of Jane and Alec from inside.
"Now I know the Master's chose the wrong side," he said softly to Jane, who nodded, wondering which was Bella's Son. While Aro, Caius, and Marcus never demanded their followers to call them Master, they had such command of the mother charter of the Coven that their members just went with it. It went with the Vampiric theme they were going for anyway, so they couldn't complain all that much.
"What do you say we ditch the stiff and have a bit of fun?" Jane asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," Alec said gravely.
"We are leaving," Jane said, turning to Zobelle. "Have us followed, and loose a man."
Zobelle swallowed hard and nodded.
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As the Sons continued on their ride, a small contingent broke off and rode into another small town, that was the home of an Army surplus. It was just a front. It's where they were meeting with Cameron and his son Eddie to pick up the guns they were running.
"Military surplus as cover. Wish we thought of that," Jax said, impressed.
"That's Edmond. Boy's a genius," Cameron said with obvious pride.
"Oh, yeah. Must take after his mother," Chibs joked.
"Obviously," Edmond said, unrolling a small blanket like cloth.
"How do we carry?" Clay asked.
"Ten guns in each. Roll it up, strap it on," Cameron said with a shrug.
"Just a biker with a bed roll," Bobby said.
"Six riders, five dozen. That's a good haul," Tig said.
"Runs are set up for the next three months. One every two weeks," Eddie said.
"We'll try to cover as many runs as we can with charity rides," Clay said.
"Cops never mess with us when we're serving humanity," Opie informed them.
"Rest of the time, travel in twos. Stay off the main roads. Should be no problem."
"The thirty-two, they're real pleased with the way this worked out with Sam Crow," Cameron said.
"Yeah, you tell the Scabby Fence Boys I'm all about the cause," Clay said.
"You can tell 'em yourself," Eddie said.
"Edmond," Cameron admonished. He sighed before he went on explaining. "Jimmy O. Some of the Falcarragh crew, might be comin' stateside, time allows. I wanted to break it to you easy. I know you've got a girl now, Filip." Everyone looked at Chibs who'd gone white. Not out of fear. Well, not for himself anyway. If Cameron knew about Izzy, then Jimmy and Fiona definitely knew, and that put Izzy in so much danger.
"Tiocfaidh ár lá," he said in Gaelic. "Their day will come." He turned and left the room to make a call, as the others started to unpack the handguns. He had to warn Izzy.
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Gemma was overwrought. He was looking for keys, while answering phones, and dealing with receipts.
"Yeah," she said, answering the phone. "Hold on," she said harshly, putting them on hold.
"Mail," Piney said.
"Just drop it there," she said, pointing to the desk.
"Anything I can do?" he offered.
"Hunt down the keys to the gold sebring," she said, throwing her arms up in defeat.
"Sure, darling. Right this way, sweetcheeks," he said to the waiting customer charmingly.
"Thanks," the woman said shyly as she went in front of Piney and out to the garage.
Gemma sat down and started going through the mail, though the first thing that caught her attention was a thick, oddly shaped envelope that read, Gemma Confidential on it. She grabbed it, and opened it, pulling out a a wrinkled bag that read Sherman's Men's store on it. Opening it, she nearly dropped it when she saw the white mask, like the kind Micheal Meyers wore in the Halloween movies. Like the masks the men who raped her were wearing.
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Gemma had been sitting in front of the storefront for the past 15 minutes, staring at it in confusion. Where there once was a Sherman's Men's store, there now seemed to be a cigar shop. Gemma decided that it was one of those things that she needed to get a better look at. Maybe they had just changed their name. Grabbing the bag, Gemma got out of her car and walked towards the store, where she saw the prick that had the balls to threaten Clay on the Son's own territory washing his windows.
He looked over at her approach. "Morning," he greeted. Gemma slowed to a stop, the bag in front of her. "Looking for Sherman's? They closed last month. Hope it wasn't a return," he said with an air of false kindness. Gemma stood there for a moment. She still didn't like the bastard, even more so that it now seemed he was rubbing something in her face.
Gemma turned and began walking away when she found her path blocked by the large man with tattoo sleeves and a short sleeved button up shirt. But what nearly made her collapse was the fact that he had the top few buttons undone. Enough so that she could see he had a tattoo on his chest. The same tattoo the man who orchestrated her gang rape had. Gemma froze in fear, and didn't say anything.
"Sorry, ma'am," the man said with a malicious smile as he skirted around her towards Zobelle, who greeted him as a brother.
Gemma all but ran back to her car. Sure, she still had the protection of the knife that Rosalie, Izzy's friend, had given her, tucked into her very own boot. With another in the small of her back. But she couldn't deny that she would fall a lot better with a gun in her hand. Getting to her car, she pulled out the mask, and looked at it for maybe 5 seconds before she needed the calming smoke of a cigarette in her lungs.
A car pulled up behind her, somewhere and honked twice. "Excuse me, are you leaving?" a woman asked belligerently. But Gemma didn't answer, thinking it was for someone else. Until the woman pulled forward a bit and continued to honk. Gemma looked over with her cigarette in her mouth, and saw a blond in a van.
"Are you leaving, or what?" the woman demanded. Gemma merely reached over the passenger side, and grabbed her little Barretta out of her bag. In one smooth motion, she brought it to the window and rested it on her arm, aiming at the woman and her shiny little soccer mom van. "Oh, shit!" the woman exclaimed before tearing out of the parking lot.
Gemma exhaled a lungful of smoke and tossed the little gun onto the seat, thinking of Rosalie's other bit of advise on how she was able to move on. Revenge.
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Bella looked down as her cell phone rang and looked at the unknown number in curiosity. She was currently sitting with Donna and Angela at one of the picnic table, nursing a bottle of water and a small thing of crackers, hoping to get her stomach settled after the turmoil Bobby's dying beast of a Harley put it through.
"Hello?" Bella answered.
"Principessa! How are you, my friend?" asked a long familiar and not unwelcome voice.
"Alec," Bella smiled. "I am well. Have the brothers finally sent you to the states?" she asked.
"Indeed. We arrived in town last night and are staying close to a one, Mr. Zobelle. One night with him and I'm already contemplating just offing him for his insolence and arrogance. I have never met a more presumptuous man."
Bella laughed. "Pretty sure you'd like the Sons then. I have to ask myself why the Coven's mother charter got in bed with him to begin with. All they seem to be doing is using you as muscle as they force local MCs of wherever they set down roots to either comply or go under."
"Yes, Jane and I went through his finances, of which the Volturi supplies a decent amount, and he seems to be spending it unwisely. It is one of the first topics we will be bringing up with Caius," Alec says.
"Oh, Jane! How is she? You two must visit, I have news, and I don't know if Marcus got around to telling you before you left," Bella said excitedly. Alec laughed.
"As a matter of fact, that is why I called. Jane and I need an escape, and we were wondering if you were free to join us for lunch."
"Well, I have two friends with me. One is even acquainted with the Coven. We both went to school with some from the Forks charter," Bella said.
"Ah. Bleeding Edward. One of my more precious memories," Alec said with a sigh. "Well, bring them then! And we promise not to hurt a hair on their pretty little heads."
Bella giggled. "Where would you like to meet?"
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
The Sons that were now packing some heavy fire, caught up and rejoined their brothers, making their way to the head of the line, with Clay in the lead. They had made it a fair distance before the sound of a bike backfiring was becoming not only bothersome, but concerning. Everyone spared a glance at Bobby, but keeping their eyes on the road.
Bobby though, lost control of his bike, unable to get it to brake, and instead, it gained speed. Black smoke billowing out of the back. It caught Tig full on as Bobby passed. Tig lowered himself to his handlebars, hoping to get some kind of sight back, but it was no good. He rode right off the road onto a steep shoulder, flipping over his bike. Bobby even caused another Son to lay out his bike to avoid hitting the one in front of him.
All of the Sons on that ride pulled off along the edge of the road overlooking the shoulder Tig went head over heels down. Wondering both who went down, and how best to help.
"Tig!" Chibs yelled.
"Tig, you all right?" Bobby asked, as he and Chibs went to him, sitting him up and looking at his bloody leg that he was now nursing. Clay and Jax looked on. This was not part of their run plan.
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Unser got out of his cruiser and slowly approached Gemma's car, making sure that she could see him at all times. He waved as she lowered her window, and he turned to face her fully.
"Got a disturbing call from a woman who says you pulled a gun on her?" Unser asked.
"Yeah," Gemma said simply, still distracted by the storefront she was still parked at.
"That's it? Just 'Yeah'?" he asked.
"I didn't shoot her," Gemma snapped.
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"
Gemma reached over to the passenger side and grabbed the bag that held the rubber mask, holding it out to Unser, who reached in and pulled it out. He looked at it, and held the mask up.
"You gonna hit a bank or something?" he asked.
"That's what they were wearing," Gemma informed him.
"Who?" he asked. Gemma didn't need to answer. She just gave him a look that said, 'think real hard. It'll come to you.'
"Oh, Jesus," he said, once it hit him.
"Yeah. Someone dropped it in our mailbox today. In the Sherman's bag," she emphasized.
"They're just trying to rattle you." Gemma sighed and looked away. "Sherman's?" Unser asked confused, then remembered who was now occupying that space. "Holy shit, Zobelle."
"Look, I'm sorry about the gun."
"Come on. I mean, let me take you home," Unser offered. Gemma looked to Zobelle's smoke shop again to see the short sleeved tattooed dick leaving.
"There's something I gotta do," she said, starting her car. "I'll be okay."
"Woah, woah, woah. Want to give me the gun?" Unser asked, stopping her. Gemma didn't even argue. She just reached over and grabbed the Baretta, and handed it to Unser.
"Sure," she said. After all, a woman always has a backup.
"I'll return it later," Unser promised, if not sarcastically. Unser watched as Gemma pulled out and began following a green Tahoe. He really hoped that what she was doing didn't end up as more paperwork on his desk.
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"He's stable. Get him to admitting," a paramedic said as they lifted Tig out of the back.
"I'm sorry, man," Tig apologized to Clay.
"You just get patched up. We'll come by after the drop," Clay promised. As Tig passed Bobby, he pointed at him.
"I'm gonna shove that bike so far up your ass," he promised darkly.
"He's gonna be just fine," Bobby said, more to assure himself than the others.
"You tend to his every beck and call, and wipe his goddamn ass if that's what he wants you to do," Clay barked. Happy had decided to stay with them, to help Tig get to where he needed to go.
"Call Piney. Tell him we got two bikes down, he'll need the flat bed," Jax said, going over to Bobby's bike and taking the pack he was carrying and Tig's, tossing one to Charlie and tying the other to his own.
"That's you. Call Piney," Bobby said to Half-Sac.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Bella had greeted Jane and Alec at the door to Charlie's place. They had decided to meet there because there was no one to spy on them from Zobelle's men, Alec having circled three or four times to loose any tail they might have had. Giant grins broke out on both of the twin's faces when they saw Bella's four and a half month gone pregnancy. Jane was so excited that she seemed to have forgotten her near superhuman strength, and squeezed the air out of her lungs as they huged.
"You look so beautiful, principessa!" Jane exclaimed. "You must introduce us to the father while we are here. He needs our approval after all."
Bella sent a mock glare at the smaller girl before laughing. "He's not here today. He and a good portion of the club went to Eureka for a blood drive."
"Well, I don't know whether to be put out that he isn't here, or happy that he is serving his community," Alec said. Bella snorted.
"He and the Sons are about as squeaky clean as the Coven. After all, they have you two," Bella said with a smirk. And then she frowned. "The brothers do know that the Aryans they are in bed with love dealing in drugs, don't they? I didn't think they went for such a thing."
Alec shook his head. "They aren't. It's the connections they are making Caius is interested in. They are acquiring them by force, yes, but he is hoping to rub shoulders with enough of them before he cuts ties, that he can just bring them over with us," he explains.
"That would put the Aryans down for a long while," Bella said with a smile. "Tell Caius I love the way he thinks next time you talk to him."
"We will. Now, I'm hungry. What did you make for us?" Jane asked. Bella laughed and led them into the house, where Donna and Angela were setting up a table for everyone.
"Jane, Alec, these are my good friends, Angela and Donna. Angela was with me in Forks, so she knows a little about the Coven, and Donna is someone I've gotten so close to, we even survived a shootout together," Bella said proudly.
"Who was shooting at you?!" the twins demanded in unison. Angela and Donna stared.
"That's creepy. They don't do that all the time, do they?" Donna asked. Bella shook her head at her.
"No, only when they are seriously on the same wavelength. And as for who, it doesn't matter. It's the why we are concerned about and I am in the process of bringing the bitch down as we speak," Bella tells them.
"Putting to use the vindictive side Aro fostered in you?" Alec smirked.
"And the connections daddy made as a cop," Bella said wryly.
"Nice. Now, food!" Jane demanded.
"You know if I didn't know better, I'd say you and Alec had the wrong personalities," Bella said with a bemused chuckle. "All right, all right. I made trout en papillote, and orzo to go with. For dessert, profiteroles, with a rumchata mousse filling."
"I've missed your cooking," Jane sighed before sitting at the table. Bella laughed and went to get the food as Alec, Donna, and Angela joined her.
It was then her phone rang. She took it out and saw that it was Chibs.
"Hey," she said happily in answer.
"You sound much better, lass," Chibs chuckled.
"Aye. I have a couple of friends over for lunch. We were just about to sit down to eat."
"I'll make this quick then. It seems we're going to have some dangerous company soon, mo ghràdh," he tells her.
"In the form of who?" Bella asked curiously.
"Jimmy O himself, a few of his lacky's. I need you to be extra careful. Don't go anywhere unarmed. When we get back, I'm going to want a Son with you as often as possible," he explained.
"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but out of curiosity, how dangerous is this guy?" Bella asked.
"Let me put it this way, there are only a handful of people Gemma fears. You could count them all on one hand. Jimmy O and my ex, Fiona, are both on that list," he explained.
"Shit," Bella exclaimed. "All right. I'll keep an eye out. You be careful yourself, you hear me, Telford?" Bella demanded.
"Always. I love you, Izzy. You and our wee lass," he said in a soft tone.
"I keep telling you we're having a boy. You know, we can put this to rest with a simple doctor's visit. We're at the point that sex can be determined."
"Well, then. Make an appointment, and when we get back, we'll put this argument to rest," he said happily.
"All right, but if we're having a boy, you get the first week of diaper changes. On your own!" she emphasized.
"All right, but if we're having a girl, you have to stop harping on me about how much meat I eat," he countered. Bella smirked. She didn't harp about the amount of meat he at, only that he didn't eat veggies with them. Oh, how she'll love pointing that out later.
"Deal. But we're having a boy."
"Yeah, yeah. Go eat with your friends. I have to get back on the road," he said.
"I love you, too, by the way," she got in.
"Aye."
With that, she hung up with a smile. She stood there for a moment, looking at her phone when Jane's voice broke her out of it.
"Hurry up, Swan! I need food!"
"Hold your horses, I'm coming!"
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"What the hell you talking about, you can't take him?" Bobby asked frustrated.
"Mr. Trager has basic coverage. He can only be admitted to a hospital in his plan," the head nurse explained.
"He's bleeding in your hallway," Bobby said, gesturing to Tig on a gurney.
"I'm sorry. We'll have to transfer him to Red Bluff," she said. "He's stable enough to travel."
"How about you give him some pain meds," he said. Surely they could at least do that.
"I can give him some Advil."
"He's got a gash the size of your attitude on his leg. Got enough Advil for that?" he barked at her as he went to talk to Tig, Half-Sac following.
"How much longer?" Tig asked as Bobby approached.
"All right, there's good news and- and bad news," Bobby said. "You're stable enough to travel."
"What do you mean? Travel where?" Tig asked through the stabbing pain in his leg.
"Well, that's the bad news, we got to move you to another hospital. HMO bullshit!" Bobby finished loudly towards the nurses' station.
"Christ. Come on. Stitch me up! Sons of bitches!" Tig hollered.
"Call Red Bluff," the head nurse told the girl at the desk. "Need this guy shuttled. Quicker the better."
"Okay," she said. But she didn't pick up the phone at the desk but her cell. Dialing a number on speed dial, she waited for an answer. "Hey, it's me. Run this name through your database: Alexander Trager," she said, looking at the insurance card in front of her.