Posting this quick before I go to work, If I don't come home to wore out I might finish chapter 8 to post tomorrow, otherwise it'll be up by Friday, I know what it's all about, I just went a little ADD on Youtube when i was supposed to be typing opps!


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The 7th time…

Happy had reported back to the Mother Charter everything that had happened 2 weeks ago, along with his siting's of her before that he hadn't already told them about; most of those being on jobs for other Charters.

Now he stood in front of the public bulletin board in the Charming public library for the first time ever. A Son had been camped out there every day but no one ever caught site of anything or anyone suspicious going in or out.

It was only Happy, Jax, and Juice, as they wanted to keep it low profile. "What did she say it would be?" Jax asked again, scanning the piano lesson and baking class fliers.

"She said I would know which one." Happy continued to examine each flier one at a time.

"Maybe we should just call all these numbers…" Juice started as he went through the volunteer's needed section on the next board over.

Happy grinned. There it was, he knew it, he was sure of it.

LOST DOG

'Big Guy'

English Mastiff

Approx. 180 lbs.

Stubborn.

Loyal.

Sloppy kisser.

Between the name and the dog breed was a picture of a giant English mastiff with its tongue hanging out, and a smiley face tag around its neck.

"Got it." He pulled the flyer down and walked out, his brothers jogging to catch up with him.

They rode back to the clubhouse quickly and Happy held up the flyer as soon as he got to the clubhouse. Jax whistled and all the waiting brothers filed into the Chapel. When everyone was seated and silent Clay nodded his head and Happy pulled out the fresh prepay he had picked up just for this call and dialed the number.

"Took you long enough." She was on speaker phone, and Juice was already starting to trace the call on his laptop. "Tell Juice not to bother. I'm in Dester, Maine; sitting in a car in the parking lot of Leon's Diner. I'm a 7 hour drive from your closest Charter and there's only 10 minutes on this phone. I suggest you ask your questions."

Clay slid a paper over to Happy it was the list of what they wanted to know. "What organization do you work for?"

"Ha! Right. Next question."

Clay rubbed his temples and waved his hand at Happy. "How do you know so much about me?"

"My organization keeps track of others. Relays relevant data back to me. As soon as our paths started to cross I got a full briefing."

Jax pointed a few lines down the page and Happy rolled his eyes. "Why do our paths keep crossing?"

"Maybe because you boys are killing more men these days. No before you ask, my organization isn't trying to interfere with yours. The jobs come from different places, my people simply doll them out, give support."

"So you're a hired assassin?" Happy flung the page at Jax who was searching it for the next question he wanted asked.

"I…come highly recommended in my field. Accidentals are my specialty. But let's just say I'm good at getting in places others aren't allowed. Flash some cleavage, show some leg, smirk…" She paused knowing the affect her smirk had on Happy, "and they open the door right up for me."

"Is that what happened? White power just opened the door? Doesn't seem like a hired assassin to take a bullet. Quite a few in fact." Jax threw up his arms in defeat, they had loads more questions, and he knew Happy would end up going off script and goading the girl.

"3 heavily armed targets and little old me. I got my marks." Jax handed the paper back to Happy with 2 questions heavily circled.

"How do we contact you in the future? To hire you, or make sure you don't take our jobs."

"You don't." She sighed. "I know how to get a hold of you when I need to. As for not interfering, I kill who I'm told to kill, no matter who else wants them dead. And if I kill them, there's no heat on you boys. So I really don't see the problem. If your little club ever reaches a certain….level…you'll know how to hire me."

Happy looked around the table. She was right after all; if she did the kill nothing could fall back on the club. But she also just insulted SOA by saying they weren't high up enough on the food chain to get involved with her organization.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Tig blurted out. Jax started waving his hands frantically.

"Easy Tig. Take a look at your finances. You boys have been strapped for cash since you lost your warehouse. The people we do business with wouldn't be affected by a set back like that." Star knew naming Tig would alarm the rest, especially identifying him by voice alone. She knew them all, from several charters. Northern California, Oregon, Washington, and parts of Idaho and Nevada were her stomping grounds and she made it her business to know everything that went on underground.

"You know us all?" Happy asked.

"Awww, do you not feel special anymore?"

"How do you know us?" Clay asked, leaning towards the phone.

"How I will not disclose, but if you'd like a demonstration of how much, I can give you just about anything. Your birthdays, your home addresses, full names, priors, who holds what office. I know that Tig likes snickers, and Bobby likes organic bakery. I know what you take for your arthritis Clay, strong shit. I know how half sack got his name, I know where Tara went to medical school, and I know where Gemma gets her hair done. Hell, I know the last song Chibs daughter downloaded to her iPod. Now, tell me Juice could find information like that. Hell, you boys don't even know my real name."

"I saved your life; you could be a little more grateful." Happy snapped back, he was sick of these games.

"You saved me from a very boring lecture by my superiors and dragging a babysitter on my next few missions. But don't think I'm not grateful. When I get something that I think will help you, I'll be sure to pass it along."

"And which of us gets to decide what's useful?" Jax finally spoke up.

"I do. Now you have about 2 minutes left. Anything else you think we should try to cover?"

The men sat in silence, Juice finally spoke up locking eyes with Clay for permission. "How'd you post that flier in the library without any of us seeing you?" It seemed like a stupid question but it had been bugging Juice severely.

Star laughed. "I didn't."

"You didn't go in yourself or you didn't go in without us seeing you?" Tig asked.

"I posted that flier 2 weeks ago." With that the phone beeped 3 times and clicked off.

"What the fuck?" Happy said, why would she post her number before he saved her, before the hit, she had sounded like she relented when she told him, and why would she tell him to wait so fucking long before retrieving it? Fuck. So she could get as far away as fucking possible. California to Maine. As far as she could fucking get without leaving the god damn county. That fucking bitch.


You already got a chapter 8 preview, but lets say it also involves saltines and ginger ale.