A/N:

Violence up ahead, be warned.


"Thanks," Chloe muttered as the waitress placed her plate in front of her. Giving her scrambled eggs and bacon a lookover, she took up her fork and dug in.

Miley chuckled and dug into her own plate, staring out of the window for a few seconds as she ate. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"Dunno," the punk replied and looked up. "I guess we can go look for that van, or deal with Prescott. What do you wanna do?"

"Eh," Miley shrugged. "I don't really mind, but personally I'd like to brush off Prescott for now - I don't feel like meeting that prick."

Chloe laughed and nodded. "I get you."

"So, when are you going to head up to Seattle?" Miley teased as she forked over some eggs into her mouth.

"Soon," Chloe said and looked down at her plate. "Soon, Miles. Let's deal with this first, okay?"

"Sure."

The two bikers fell into silence as they sat in their booth, occasionally looking around the inside of the roadside diner they stopped at. Outside they could see various trucks and cars constantly coming and going, refueling at a nearby service station that Chloe and Miley had already made use of.

"What do you think Rachel's plan is?" Miley asked as she chewed her bacon.

"Probably something dumb but effective," Chloe replied and chuckled. "I hate that she keeps hiding this shit from everyone, that's probably the most frustrating thing about it."

"You don't think she's gonna like… snitch us out or something?" Miley lowered her voice as she spoke.

"God, no," Chloe quickly shot back. "Rach isn't like that Miles, come on - you know better."

Miley shrugged and occupied herself with some more eggs. "Just sayin', that's all."

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Whaddya mean?"

"Shit, you know," Miley shot a look outside the diner for a moment. "Ever since she came out with this gambling shit, I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"About some of the things she told us over the years." Miley ran her hand through her hair. "Just… how can we trust half her decisions back then if we just learned that she'd been stealing from us for months, maybe years?"

Choking on her bacon temporarily, Chloe pounded her fist against her chest and took a gulp of her black coffee. "Jesus, Miles."

"What?" Miley raised an eyebrow. "I'm just sayin'. We can't know unless she tells us, can we?"

"Alright, alright - you can take off the tinfoil hat now," Chloe joked to hide her conflicted thoughts about Miley's statement. What if Rachel did lie to them for years?

"What about Frank?" Miley continued and sipped on her coffee.

"What about him?" Chloe asked, eyebrow raised.

"He said that he doesn't like the plan, but says that it'll work," Miley gazed at Chloe as she spoke. "Besides, I find it kinda weird he'd escape to Rachel and Arcadia the moment his club goes under."

"Alright, that's enough-"

"Think about it you asshole," Miley rolled her eyes and took another sip of her coffee, looking away. "Just seems weird that he'd run to her, rather than just run away and hide."

Chloe dropped her fork as she looked over Miley, processing her words. "What are you saying?"

"They're hiding something, isn't it obvious?"

"Well, yeah - obviously they're hiding something, but you make it seem super serious." Chloe picked up her fork again and shoved a few eggs into her mouth, giving her a few moments to think it over.

"All I'm saying," Miley gestured to her jacket, "Is that the club went to shit real quick after Lonnie and Sasha left. Rachel made some damn questionable decisions since then, don't you think?"

Again dropping her fork on the plate, Chloe simply stared at her friend. "Jesus, Miley-"

"Hey, like I said - it's just a theory, okay?" Miley threw up her hands in surrender, sinking into the back of her seat. "I'm taking off my tinfoil hat now, sorry."

Giving it a few more moments, Chloe opened her mouth to speak, "Why do you only bring this up now?"

"Well, the circumstances kinda reinforced my suspicions. Like I said, Frank running to Rachel isn't a coincidence. Probably isn't anyway." Miley shrugged and looked out the window.

"Probably," Chloe repeated and looked down at her plate. "You do remember they were together once, right?"

"Yeah-"

"Frank probably ran to her because he knew that she'd hide him away for as long as he needed it," Chloe continued over Miley. "Seriously - I think you're taking this conspiracy crap to a whole another level, stop over thinking and looking into it too much."

"Chloe-"

"Drop it." Chloe shot a stare at Miley.

Defeated, the raven-haired biker slumped back in her seat and sighed - forking over a few more eggs into her mouth. "Okay boss."

Again the two of them went silent, digging into their food again to keep themselves occupied. A few more customers of the diner come and went, shooting glances at the two outlaw bikers eating their breakfast in the booth.

"Heads up," Chloe mumbled and then looked away from the entrance of the diner.

Miley shot a glance over her shoulder, noticing the arrival of two police officers - one of them already keeping an eye on the bikers. "Shit."

"Mhm," Chloe hummed and pretended to keep focus on the parked vehicles outside. "Don't pay attention to them, we don't want trouble."

"Right," Miley nodded and quickly shoved a bacon strip into her mouth.

"Hello ladies."

Chloe looked up to her right, noticing the officers now standing a few feet away. "Can I help you?"

"Actually, you can," the officer continued and pulled out a piece of paper. "Perhaps you've been watching the news lately, heard things about something happening up in Portland?"

"Aye," Chloe replied and looked at the piece of paper. "Whaddya need?"

"We were wondering if you'd perhaps seen a male in his late 30's, dirty blonde hair, goatee. Dressed in a similar fashion to you, had a Sergeant at Arms patch on his jacket?" Showing them the piece of paper, the officer revealed a federal wanted poster displaying Frank Bowers.

"Nope, never seen him," Chloe lied and smiled. "Just because we're bikers doesn't mean we know everyone who rides a bike, officers."

"Right," the officer shot a glance at Miley.

"Nope, don't recognise him," Miley looked at the poster as she lied too. "Doesn't seem like somebody we'd want to know anyway."

"Well, it was worth a try," he smiled and folded up the piece of paper again. "In case either of you see him in the future, do give us a call, will you?"

"Sure," Chloe sipped her coffee and nodded.

"Thank you for your time anyway - enjoy your breakfast," he finished and turned around with his partner, promptly leaving the establishment.

"Miles, how long do you think we could run for?" Chloe asked, looking up at her friend.

Taken aback, Miley flapped her mouth a few times. "Uh… why?"

"Just asking. Y'know, in case Rachel's plan is a big fucking flop and we're going to have to run - how long do you think we could hide for?"

"Well," she replied and looked outside - watching the police cruiser leave. "Probably forever? I dunno. Depends on how many precautions we take."

"Elaborate," Chloe gestured for Miley to continue.

"I mean, if you really wanted to hide - you could easily evade the feds." Miley looked at Chloe. "Fake ID, fake passport, fake plates - avoid cameras, hop the border into Canada or Mexico and you're essentially free already."

"How'd one go about acquiring all that?" Chloe kept her eyes locked on Miley. "How much would it cost?"

"I… shit, I don't know the cost." Miley shrugged and narrowed her eyes. "I do know how to acquire all those, I know a guy in Tacoma that does it. Why are you asking?"

"Can… can you do me a favour?" Chloe dropped her hand inside her jacket and fished out a stack of bills held together by a rubber band.

"Woah," Miley double-backed for a second, eyeing the cash. "Chloe, what are you planning?"

"Miles, can you go to your Tacoma contact and get a set for me and Max?" Chloe asked, separating a dozen bills. "Get yourself some too."

"Chloe, hold the fuck up," Miley placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. "You're not telling me you're giving up, are you?"

"No," Chloe sighed. "Miles, this is just a backup plan if Rachel's big thing goes to shit like I said."

Miley kept quiet for a few moments as she looked over her friend. "Give me the money. Do you want me to head over now, get it sorted?"

Chloe shook her head as she passed over the cash. "No. Do it when I'm up in Seattle visiting Max, okay?"

"Okay," Miley breathed out and pocketed the money, still looking at Chloe. "What about the rest of the girls?"

"I'll call them later and tell them to prep themselves to run if anything goes south." Chloe looked out of the window momentarily. "I do trust Rachel, but I just… I don't know. What you said before just had me thinking, that's all."

"Right," Miley nodded. "Better safe than sorry."

"Exactly," Chloe smiled and finished her coffee, fishing out another few bills from her jacket. "Anyway-"

"Chloe, outside."

"Huh?" Chloe raised an eyebrow and glanced outside the diner.

A white van pulled up to one of the gas pumps, a construction logo on the side - exactly the same as the one that Julie had described only yesterday, and the exact same one that was parked on Chloe's street a few days prior.

"Holy fuck," Chloe breathed out and shifted herself towards the window, watching as a male jumped out and began to fill up the van with some gas. "That's them. Miles, that's totally them."

Miley kept silent as she watched with Chloe, spotting the absence of license plates on the van. "He isn't running plates."

Chloe nodded. "We have to follow him."

As they both moved out of their seats their heads were constantly watching the van outside, ensuring that it wouldn't escape their sights at all. Standing near the entrance of the diner, they saw as the male in question left the van to pay for the gas, reappearing moments later and entering the vehicle.

"Colours off," Chloe mumbled as she slipped out of her jacket quickly, watching Miley do the same. "C'mon, mount up - try to stay behind a few cars, not make ourselves obvious."

Miley nodded and followed Chloe outside quickly, straddling her bike.

With a loud roar, both their motorcycles were kickstarted and jolted forward immediately - following the white van out of the service station and onto the busy Interstate.


Riding slowly behind an SUV, Chloe periodically peeked out to the side to ensure they were still following the van. "Still there!" She shouted over the wind towards her friend.

Spending a couple dozen minutes slowing down and speeding up to stay a fair distance away from their target, Chloe constantly kept both of them hidden behind whatever vehicle allowed them to stay incognito with the busy traffic of the road. As they passed a handful of service stations, they'd both begun to notice that they were approaching Portland.

"Portland?" Miley exclaimed and turned her head towards Chloe.

"Seems like it," she shouted back and peeked out again, noticing the van beginning to switch lanes towards the slip road. "He's moving off the interstate!"

Following the van off the interstate, they found themselves having to hang back significantly far due to the absence of other vehicles. Keeping within viewing distance however, they noticed that the van made a few turns into an old, industrial area of the city - eventually settling down on the side of the road.

Chloe pulled up to the corner of an old warehouse, peeking around and spotting the man from before jumping out. "He's stopped," she muttered and turned the key in her ignition.

"What's he doing?" Miley asked as she followed suit with her own engine, killing it and dismounting quickly.

"Dunno," Chloe replied as she dismounted her bike. "Looks like he's heading inside."

Watching quietly, they saw as the man entered the warehouse he was parked outside of. They waited for a few minutes, staying silent and constantly watching the entrance to the building - waiting patiently for their target to remerge. Eventually he did.

"There, he's coming back out," Miley whispered and gestured over.

"I see him," Chloe nodded and saw their target enter the van from the back, shutting it behind him afterwards. "What the fuck is he doing?"

"Dunno." Miley scrunched up her face in thought. "Wanna go check out the warehouse?"

"And walk into a gang of goons? No thanks," Chloe chuckled and reached into her jacket, grasping her P226. "You're carrying, right?"

Miley nodded, pulling out her M1911. "Yeah, I'm loaded."

"Let's try and get into that van, get some questions answered," Chloe walked around the corner, skulking slightly as she began to make her way towards the van.

"How do you wanna do this?" Miley asked, cocking her handgun.

"No shooting unless absolutely necessary," Chloe replied as they approached. "Knock on the door, wait for him to answer - I'll slam it into him then you jump him, got it?"

"Aye," Miley whispered as they found themselves within a few feet of the vehicle.

"Ready?" Chloe whispered and took up position beside the van, glancing at her friend.

Miley nodded and raised her hand to the door, slamming it a few times - loud enough to get the attention of whoever was sitting inside.

Moments later the door swung open, revealing the male they'd been following the entire time. Giving Miley a quick look over, his face dropped into a frown. "Shit-"

Without giving him the opportunity to call for help, Chloe slammed her shoulder into the open door - hearing the loud thud and groan of pain echo out from inside immediately as the door made contact with his face.

"Fuck!" He shouted as he fell back in agony, clutching at his face - trying to stifle the bleeding from the cut he received.

In an instant, Miley jumped inside and straddled him, sending two quick punches into his undefended face - causing yet another groan of pain to escape him. "Chloe, get the fuck in here!"

Chloe jumped inside and slammed the door behind her, watching as Miley sent another punch into his face. "Jesus, Miles-"

"S-stop!" He shouted and finally threw up his arms in defence, trying to stop the next oncoming punch.

"Shut the fuck up!" Miley seethed out as she grasped his collar. "Shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you, hear me?"

He nodded, his hands dropping to his sides and revealing his bloodied face. Miley raised herself up, dragging him up with her and slamming him against the side of the van.

Chloe raised her P226 and pressed it against his temple immediately. "Talk."

"W-what?"

A loud thwack echoed around the inside of the van as Chloe pistol whipped him, ignoring his cry of pain. "I said talk."

"P-please," he muttered, "I don't know anything!"

"Bullshit," Miley said and slammed him against the side of the van again. "Tell us what you fucking know, right now."

Whimpering, he surrendered with a nod. "O-okay."

"Talk," Chloe whispered again, pressing the gun against his temple again - causing him to whimper again in fear.

"W-what do you want to k-know?"

"Who hired you?" Miley asked for Chloe, ignoring the blood that was now dripping onto her hands from his chin. "Who the fuck," she exclaimed and slammed him against the side again, "hired you?"

"I d-don't know-"

Chloe pulled back the hammer with an audible click. "Last fucking chance before I blast your brains over the inside of the van."

"Okay! Okay!" He shouted and shot a look of fear over both the women. "I w-was told to do this by my boss-"

"Who is...?" Miley asked with a frown.

"Jeremy Wadsworth," he replied and winced when Chloe pressed the barrel closer to his temple. "PLEASE!"

"Who is he?" Chloe asked.

"H-he owns a strip club in the Foster Boulevard," he continued and looked at Chloe. "Runs his o-operation from there, I s-swear!"

"What else?" Chloe threatened him again, placing her finger over the trigger.

"All I was told was to keep watch on a s-set of houses in Arcadia, r-run surveillance, I swear-"

"Why? Are you behind the explosion yesterday?" Miley brought him up to her face as she snarled. "Did you blow up that fucking house?!"

"NO!" He shouted and cowered - his face now covered with a mix of tears and blood. "That's all I know! I was just hired to watch the houses, record whatever happened in my log," he gestured to a set of notepads nearby. "That's everything, I swear to god!"

Chloe looked him over momentarily. "What about the warehouse? What's inside?"

"It's where I was supposed to meet to drop off my l-logs every week-"

"Every week?" Miley yelled and slammed him against the van. "How long have you been doing this?"

"M-months," he whimpered.

"What about the van?" Chloe relented her finger on the trigger, giving him some breathing room. "Where'd you get the van? Why doesn't it have plates?"

"I d-don't know," he gulped. "I was only given it two w-weeks ago, a f-few tough looking guys handed it over. W-wore overalls, looked like a cleaning crew."

Miley shot a glance of fear at Chloe. "Jesus Christ."

Chloe understood immediately. "Is that it? Anything else you know?"

"N-no, that's everything - I s-swear!"

"Miley, dispose of him-"

"NO! PLEAS-mfmmf!"

With her hand over his mouth, Miley pushed him down onto the floor as her other hand gripped his neck - pressing down on him to keep him still. The entire time he struggled and whimpered, however his fading strength wasn't enough for the biker sat on top of him, pressing her entire weight down on her arm wrapped around his neck. Before long, Chloe saw as the lively glint escaped his eyes, his breathing non existent as he lay limp underneath Miley.

Sitting quietly with one knee brought up, Chloe rested her hand on her knee - staring at her P226. "Jesus," she whispered once Miley sat herself down beside her - equally shaken about the revelation.

"C-Chloe, we've had to have been bugged." Miley ran a hand over her face with a sigh. "That damn cleaning crew… they were the ones I hired."

"I know," Chloe replied. "You ever heard of this Jeremy Wadsworth?"

"No," Miley shook her head as she spoke. "Never heard the name - why the fuck is he watching us?"

Leaning forward, Chloe grasped onto one of the notepads and opened it up - swiftly reading through the pages. "Fuck," she whispered as she stopped at one page in particular.

"What?"

Chloe placed her finger over a line of text, reading it. "6:33AM, Sunday - Two females wearing Valkyrie vests left the house. 6:55AM, Sunday - Unmarked black SUV parked in driveway, four males exited - entered house through the back. 7:07AM, Sunday - Males entered SUV, left shortly afterwards, no clear sign of what they did."

"Jules and Hannah," Miley whispered. "Holy f-fuck."

"Something tells me that this surveillance is part of something bigger," Chloe flipped a few more pages. "This cunt-"

"What is it?" Miley shifted over beside Chloe, staring down at the notepad.

"They've been watching me and Max too. Everyone. Motherfuckers," she growled and slammed the book shut, throwing it down to the floor. "When I get my fucking hands on this piece of shit-"

"Calm down," Miley placed her hand over Chloe's shoulder. "Don't go barrelling against this without thinking. We need to call everyone together, go to that strip club and get answers."

"Ugh," Chloe groaned and placed her hands over her face. "You're right."

"What about him?" Miley asked and looked down at the dead body beside them.

Giving the body a glance, she shrugged. "Park the van beside the warehouse, burn the entire thing down."

Miley raised an eyebrow, looking at Chloe. "You sure?"

"Can't get prints if he's charred, right? Besides - we need to send a fucking message." Chloe stood up and opened the door a bit, peering outside. "I'll open the shutter, you drive inside."

"Alright," Miley replied and then shifted in her place, jumping into the front and starting the engine.


The deafening roar of v-twin engines brought attention to the large posse of bikers who arrived outside the building, turning a few bystanders heads and causing the bouncers beside the door to shift in their places - hands resting on their waistband.

Chloe stepped off her bike and took off her helmet, shaking her head to let her hair out - waiting for a few moments as she watched her Valkyrie sisters dismount their own hogs. Switching her eyes between each individual with her, she made a mental note of everyone present - Miley, Brooklyn, Ellen, Daisy, Julie and Hannah. Full house.

"Follow up," she spoke and turned on her heel - making her way towards the entrance.

Upon reaching the arched doorway, the bouncers stepped forward and held out their hands in unison. "Gotta pat you down ma'am."

Raising her hands up beside her head, her sisters followed suit and allowed the bouncers to pat them down.

Finding their holsters carrying their guns, they looked at each other and then back at Chloe. "I'm afraid we can't let you into the club with a weapon-"

"You're going to let us in," Chloe spoke calmly and with a smile. "Otherwise you'll find you and your buddy curled up next a drain down the street - understood?"

Giving themselves a quick glance, they shook their heads. "This isn't how this works, ma'am-"

"Listen here," the punk growled and shot her hand out towards the bouncer, grasping his collar and pushing towards the wall. In an instant, his buddy moved in to help but stopped when Miley pulled out her handgun - pointing it at him.

"Step aside," Miley gestured with her barrel for him to step away. He complied, hands up beside him.

"You're letting us in," Chloe muttered as she looked over the bald bouncer. "Then you're going to lead us to your bossman, Jeremy Wadsworth, y'hear me?"

Reluctantly he nodded. "I can do that."

"Was that so hard?" Chloe smirked and let him go, stepping back. "After you."

Both of them shot each other a look of concern, but obeyed. Stepping inside, they waited until the entire female posse began to follow them - leading them further down a dimly lit corridor towards the sound of muffled electronic music.

"Wowe," Ellen whistled as they entered the main area of the club - revealing several scantily clad dancers on poles and droves of customers. "I'd love to hang around here-"

"Now's not the time," Miley shot back over the music.

Ellen chuckled and jogged forward to catch up to Miley.

Stopping a few feet away from the employee's only door, the two bouncers exchanged quiet words before one of them turned towards the Valkyrie's, the other heading towards the door. "Wait here - we're telling the boss you're coming up."

Chloe smirked. "Fine by me."

Standing quietly in their group, Chloe kept her hands on her hips and shot a few smiles towards her patches - occasionally looking around the club in temptation.

"Hey sugah," a sultry voice caught Chloe's attention, guiding her eyes towards a stripper approaching.

"W'sup, babycakes?" Chloe smirked as she looked over the scantily clad woman now standing beside her. Admittedly the punk thought she was hot - but she also thought that Max was hotter.

Running her finger along Chloe's jaw line, the stripper spoke again, "Help you with anything?"

"No." Chloe shut her down immediately, receiving a scowl in return.

"Whateva," she turned on her heel, catching a glance at the other women standing beside Chloe before she strutted away - making a point of swaying her hips.

"Damn," Ellen mumbled and closed her eyes with a smile, making two semicircles with her hands. "What a fine piece of ass."

The group burst into laughter, catching a few glares from the patrons and workers around them.

"You," the bouncer from before spoke as he came out from behind the door. "Inside - no funny business, hear me?"

"Sure, sure." Chloe smirked and stepped forward - following him inside.

Again the posse of bikers made their way down a slightly more lit corridor, music once again becoming muffled. A few more guards and bouncers dotted various doorways, all of them shooting glances and smirks at the women passing - no doubt thinking less than appealing things about them.

"Here," the bouncer spoke again and gestured to a black, leather covered door. "Bossman is inside - only one may enter."

"Nada," Chloe shook her head. "All of us enter-"

"No-"

Chloe shot a dangerous look at the bouncer, reaching for her holster immediately. "All of us enter."

Giving it a few moments, he sighed in defeat. "Fine," he mumbled and then pressed onwards - opening the door wide.

Stepping inside, the entire group gave the room a quick look around. To one side, a wall-wide aquarium sat - snugly fit into its framing and showing off various, no doubt exotic, fishes and underwater plants. The walls were a dark burgundy with a floral pattern, both the floor and ceiling covered in black carpet and dark wood. In one corner sat a desk, along with numerous filing cabinets, a bookcase and a large, expensive standing stereo. Behind it was an entire wall made out of HD monitors, each one displaying a different camera on the premises of the club. Finally, nearest to the bookcase, there was a black door similar to the one they entered through.

Then there was the large, leather couch that wrapped around an entire corner of the room, one occupant sitting in the middle with his legs crossed over. With a greying stubble and a mane of slicked back hair, he wore an expensive looking beige suit - one hand nursing a glass of whiskey, the other resting on his knee.

Walking forward, Chloe placed her hands on her hips and waited until her patches gathered in a semicircle around her. "You Jeremy?"

Nodding, Jeremy spoke. "In the flesh-"

Before he could finish his sentence, both Daisy and Ellen withdrew their handguns - placing them against the heads of the bouncers and pressing the triggers. Two muffled shots echoed silently, silencers attached to their barrels. They watched as the dead bodies dropped to the ground.

"Jesus, FUCK!" Jeremy exclaimed and dropped his whiskey, reaching into his suit.

"Don't try," Chloe growled at him as she pointed her own P226 at him, catching Brooklyn in her peripheral vision stepping over the dead bodies and taking her place beside the door they entered. "Slowly put your hand away, no funny business - hear me shithead?"

Jeremy obeyed, already visibly sweating as he placed both his hands beside him. "What the fuck do you want?"

Chloe smirked and reached into her kutte, retrieving a notepad and giving it a glance. "Know what this is?"

"A fuckin' notebook." Jeremy slowly placed his hand around his collar, moving it around nervously. "Am I supposed to know what it contains?"

Tossing it over, Chloe watched as it landed in his lap - gesturing for him to open it. "Go on, read it."

Again he obeyed and did was he was told - opening the book and beginning to read to himself. Flicking through a few pages, his face formed into one of fear as he figured that the people described in the books were the very same group standing in front of him right now - guns pointed at him.

"Jesus-"

"Jesus won't help you now," Chloe spoke and approached, pulling a chair away from the desk and spinning it around; sitting down and using the backrest as support. "I want you to talk, hear me? Who the fuck hired you."

"Fuck you," he shot out and smirked.

"Uh-huh," Chloe hummed and reached into her jacket again, pulling out her own silencer. "Think you're hot shit, that right?"

Jeremy gave the silencer a quick glance, looking up at the women standing behind Chloe. "I'm not telling you shit."

Placing the barrel of her now silenced P226 against his knee, Chloe smirked. "Speak."

"You ain't got the balls-"

Chloe pressed the trigger, resulting in the muffled shot ringing out and the following scream of pain from Jeremy.

"AGH, FUCKIN' CHRIST!" Jeremy grasped his knee and wailed in pain as the bullet came out clean on the other side. "MY FUCKIN' KNEE-"

"Talk!" Chloe exclaimed and raised the gun towards his head. "Who the fuck hired you?"

"I DON'T FUCKIN' KNOW, OKAY?" Jeremy shouted and grasped his knee in blaring pain. "I don't fuckin' know!"

"Bullshit," Chloe snarled and pulled the hammer back - taking aim of his other knee. "Who the FUCK hired you?"

"Agh, my fuckin' god-," Jeremy groaned in pain, opening his eyes to look at the gun. "A-alright, alright! I'll tell ya - fuckin' shit-"

"Who?" Chloe shifted in her seat, still aiming for his knee.

"Listen, I don't know the guys name," he began and tried to relax, his hands still keeping pressure on his wound. "He sent a courier to my c-club, said he knew that my crew did surveillance - agh, fuck - he set a meet at an old warehouse, near the industrial plants."

Chloe nodded. "What else?"

"He was masked and with an entire army of fuckin' bodyguards," Jeremy continued, bringing up one hand to run over his sweating forehead - leaving blood all over. "Said he wanted my guys to watch a buncha houses on some hick town on the coast-"

"Arcadia."

"That's right, Arcadia or whatever-the-fuck," he groaned. "Paid me $100,000 to do it, just wanted surveillance - that's it. Didn't tell me who or why, just gave me addresses and a location to drop the logs."

"When did you last meet?" Chloe asked, sending a glance towards Miley.

"That was the first and last time, I fuckin' swear." Jeremy let out a breath and wiped his hands on his beige suit, "Agh, jesus - my fuckin' suit-"

"Shut up," Chloe shot back and pulled up her handgun - aiming towards his chest instead. "What else?"

"F-fuck," he sighed and then gestured at his desk. "He gave me a fuckin' note, said to go to that address if something big went down and people started going after me."

Miley immediately made her way over and took the note, reading it over quietly. Giving Chloe a glance, she nodded and pocketed it.

"That's it, I swear," Jeremy mumbled. "I don't know anythin' else. I was just meant to watch your houses and record your movements, that it."

"What about audio bugs?" Chloe raised an eyebrow, watching his expression carefully. "Did you get your crews to bug our bar? Our houses?"

"What? No!" Jeremy shook his head. "I ain't get paid to do that - only to watch you, nothin' more."

"What'd he sound like?" Chloe stood up from the chair, standing beside it instead. "He sound old? Condescending? Like an asshole?"

Jeremy shook his head. "No, he sounded young - he was wearin' the same body armour and shit his bodyguards were, automatic rifles on all of them."

With one more glance over, Chloe nodded and took off her silencer - pocketing it in her jacket but keeping her handgun in her hand. "Mighty kind of you to be telling us this-"

"Yeah, fuck you," Jeremy spat towards Chloe, causing her to let out a chuckle. "Now get the fuck outta here."

"Yo, what's the insurance on this place like?" Ellen asked, looking around the room.

"Fuck you, don't you even dare-"

"Or what?" Ellen raised her voice and shot him a glance. "Now answer the damn question."

"Fuck. You." Again he spat towards them, falling back into his couch afterwards.

Chloe chuckled and turned around, gesturing the Valkyries to make their way towards the exit. As they all approached the doorway, Brooklyn was already waiting for them - a worried look over her face. With her hand on the door, Chloe stopped when she heard a series of laughs echo out from behind her.

"Goddamn, you're so fuckin' stupid," Jeremy exclaimed as he laughed, groaning in pain afterwards. "You really think this guy is gonna ignore what you did here?"

"No, and I sincerely hope he doesn't," Chloe shot back and grabbed the door again.

"My," he continued as he took the notepad into his hands - turning it to a page and reading something quietly. "It'd be a shame if somethin' happened to that cute, brunette girlfriend of yours-"

Miley didn't have time to react as she saw Chloe swiftly turn on her heel, pull out her P226 and load Jeremy with an entire magazine worth of bullets, each shot ringing out around the room loudly.

"CHLOE, JESUS CHRIST!" Julie exclaimed as she grasped Chloe's hand and pulled it down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Daisy whispered and pressed her ear against the door, listening for the sound of footsteps, shouts, screams - anything. "Holy shit, you're so goddamn lucky - I t-think this place is soundproof."

Chloe still stood with a glare pointed at the now dead Jeremy, watching his bloodied form slumped against the back of the couch. Each breath she took was laboured, audible, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nobody," she growled, "nobody fucking threatens Max."

"Chloe, he's dead!" Julie shook the punk with her hands. "He's fucking dead, snap out of it."

Stepping in to help, Ellen began to shove Chloe away from her position. "Come on, Chloe, wake the fuck up!"

After a few moments the punk finally relented her gaze, letting out a final breath and then looking around the posse - finding both Julie and Ellen grasping her forearms. "Let go."

They obeyed, stepping back and looking at the dead Jeremy, then back at her.

"Ellen, Daisy - burn this fucking place." Chloe turned towards the other door at the far end of the room. "Let's use that door to leave, too much heat on the other side of this," she spoke and tapped the black door they were all stood nearby. "Swing around the building, grab the bikes - formation ride until we're out of Portland."

Miley nodded and then ran her way over to the other door, opening it slowly and checking the perimeter. "Okay, I think we struck gold here - it's a fire exit."

"Jules and Hannah, I want both of you to ride out ahead and scout for motels outside the city - preferably secluded, somewhere with a bar, something we'd look inconspicuous at."

Julie nodded, taking Hannah's hand and rushing out of the room through the other door.

"Brooklyn, get on the CCTV - destroy the evidence we were here," Chloe gestured at the computer and the multiple monitors hung up on the wall behind the desk.

Brooklyn ran over the dead bodies of the bouncers and sat herself down, beginning to tap away at the keyboard as she worked to remove the video of their arrival and subsequent business they conducted inside.

"Miley, we're waiting here until this place is burning." Chloe looked at Miley as she approached her, switching her gaze at the two women gathering up papers and books nearby the dead body.

After a few more minutes, Ellen took out a lighter and flicked it on - tossing it in the direction of the ripped papers, books and Jeremy's dead body. Waiting for another dozen or so seconds, the pile began to catch fire in earnest - slowly torching the expensive, beige and bloodied suit of the club owner with it.

"Come on, let's go." Chloe turned around and led the way out of the door, waiting for Miley to slam it shut behind them.

Quickly the group ran around the side of the building, hearing shouts already erupting inside - the muffled music suddenly cutting out and being replaced with a high-pitched fire alarm instead. Approaching their bikes, they immediately straddled them and found that Julie's and Hannah's were already far gone.

Kickstarting her hog, Chloe didn't bother with her helmet - instead shooting a glance at Miley. "Follow up, we ride until we're clear of the city - then we wait for Jules on that motel."


Standing quietly with a cigarette loosely hanging in between her lips, Chloe stared up at the cloudless, moonlit sky. Behind her she heard a few chuckles and laughter, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Chloe, are you okay?" Miley asked as she placed a hand on Chloe's shoulder.

"Yeah," Chloe lied. "Never better."

Miley looked behind her and spotted Ellen looking back with concern. "We're worried for you after what you did-"

"I said I'm fucking fine," Chloe shot back in defense, shrugging Miley's hand off her shoulder.

"You're not fine," Miley said and grasped Chloe's shoulder, forcefully turning her towards her. "Don't fucking shut me out, you're shaken by what happened - admit it."

Chloe opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She brought up her hand to her cigarette and blew out some smoke, taking it out with her shaking hand. "Y-you're right. I'm fucking wrecked."

Pulling her into a hug, Miley patted her back. "It's alright, completely okay after everything that happened today."

"What about you?" Chloe asked as she moved away from the hug. "How're you holding up?"

"Like shit," Miley joked and elicited a chuckle from the punk. "I can't remember the last time I fucking k-killed someone. I thought it was over-"

"So did I," Chloe sighed and took a drag from her cigarette. "This had to be done though-"

"I know-"

"Good. I… I don't want you or anyone else backing out on me now." Chloe looked back up at the moon. "How are the girls?"

"Like us. We're all shaken after your display, coupled with the FBI and the shit yesterday - everything we've learned." Miley looked up at the night sky herself. "What do you want to do now?"

"You and the girls go to the bar," the punk gestured at the small building on the corner of their motel complex. "Chill out, knock back a few, play pool and whatever."

"What're you gonna do?"

"I'll smoke for a bit and hit the sack. I'm completely wasted," Chloe whispered and ran her fingers over her eyes; sighing.

"Right," Miley smiled and then looked behind her again. "You should head up to Seattle, check on Max-"

"Not yet," Chloe stopped her mid-sentence. "Let's deal with this first, then I'll go."

"Okay. Don't keep this away for too long-"

"I won't-"

"I'm actually serious," Miley looked at Chloe with a straight face. "Chloe, you heard him - if he was feeding this all back, what're the chances they know she's in Seattle?"

Chloe shot her a glance, her cigarette dropping out of between her lips at the revelation. "Jesus-"

Miley looked to the side and saw the approaching Ellen, hands in her pockets as she stared at Chloe. "What's up?" Miley asked, eyeing Ellen.

"I overheard you," Ellen admitted and then looked between the two women. "I'll go to Seattle, keep her under watch until you're ready."

"Ellen, we need you here-"

"Chloe, let her go," Miley pleaded and then looked at the the punk biker. "If you're not going to go up there, let Ellen go instead."

Watching the two of them, Chloe sighed and nodded. "A-alright."

Ellen smiled and patted her hand on Chloe's arm. "I'll keep her safe."

"Please." Chloe pulled Ellen into an unsuspecting hug. "Please, keep h-her safe."

"I will," Ellen whispered and then moved away from their embrace. "I'll get going now, call me when you're heading to Seattle."

Chloe nodded and her hand underneath her eyes, wiping away some tears of worry. "Okay."

Both Miley and Chloe watched as Ellen left them and straddled her bike, saying her goodbyes to her sisters and then kicked her hog forward - riding out of the parking lot and disappearing down the long road beside the motel.

"Go and sleep, you're tired," Miley playfully shoved the punk towards her room. "I'll take the girls to the bar, just get some sleep."

"Okay," Chloe smiled and sighed, walking towards the motel room slowly.