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Chapter 10-Truths

I found myself on the back of Happy's 09' Super Glide on our way to the clubhouse. I still haven't gotten it together that the whole family is about to find out what I've been doing the past couple years. I don't know if Ma and Gemma will be there. I honestly don't think they should be there to hear about this side of me. I think I'll tell Dad to leave them out of it until we can come up with a suitable backstory for them and the public. I turn my attention back onto the road, even though I'm just riding bitch, I still need to pay attention. We pull up into Teller-Morrow and go straight into the clubhouse.

Chibs comes out of the hallway rushing outside, "Hey glad you're here Hap we've got a problem. Clay was just picked up, ain't no way were gonna have that meeting anytime soon."

Happy turns around pointing a finger in my face, "Don't go anywhere you're not getting out of this Merc. One way or another your story is getting told today." He says before leaving me in the middle of the room.

I wander around and find myself in the office with Ma and Gemma. "Auntie what's wrong"?

"That son of a bitch uncle of yours! Had one of his got damned sweetbutts show up here this morning." She says with disgust coloring her voice and lips trembling.

"If you want to handle it I'll be right there with you. I know you don't need my help but I'll have your back Gem, fola os cionn deartháireacha." My mother says kneeling in front of her sister. I always envied her and Auntie for being able to speak Irish. Guys thought it'd be good to have one of the old lady's know the language. Since they don't do anything without the other they both started to take it up.

"Fola os cionn deartháireacha, Nee." My Aunt says back with a new strength in her eyes. "Come on lets go to the store I need some cigarettes. You drive kid?"

"Nope rode over here with Happy". She gives me look that says any other time I'd be elaborating but with recent events she doesn't want to bring up any conversations heading in that direction.

"How bout you play chauffeur like the old days". She suggests. And because I want to see a smile on her face I nod my acceptance. It also doesn't hurt that I get to get away from Happy with a legitimate reason. Chauffeur, that's what they'd call me when they taught me how to drive because Jax and Ope were busy with Tara and Donna. They'd sit in the back seat of whatever car we took out for the day, smoking joints and cigarettes and gossiping like two old biddies all the while giving me pointers. It's not the typical drivers' ed but it worked for me. Plus, I had a lot more fun that way.

We pull up to the store in my mother's Lexus SC430 hardtop, when Uncle Clay bought Gemma her caddy Dad bought Mom a lexus, and I open the door for them to get out. They head into the store for cigarettes and I'm guessing some good ole Russian vodka while I stay outside and pull out my last.

"Hey Ma, get me a pack too will ya!" I yell just before the walk into the store.

"Sure baby"!

Being that Charming is a small town and no one really moves here, its not hard to spot a new face. There's a girl in a black shirt and ugly shorts strolling up the sidewalk. I'm wondering if she's the cause to my Aunt's recent trouble. I get out of the car and walk directly in her path.

"Can I help you? Ugh I don't have time for this". She says clearly annoyed with me.

"Who are you"? I ask.

"None of your business I don't know you."

"By those clothes you got on I'm guessing you're the sweetbutt from Indian Hills that's got the town in an uproar."

"Look who ar," was all she got out before my Aunt picks up a skateboard and fucks the ho's nose all up.

"….skinny ass bitch" Gemma mutters.

"Ow what'd you do that for"? the hoe cries holding on to her bloody nose.

"Well damn I don't know what to say to that Aunt Gemma." We all just sit on the side of the road waiting for PD to show up. Since it's still early morning and there are more than 10 witnesses' that just saw my Aunt assault a woman unprovoked we can't exactly flee the scene. When they come my mother being the fiercely loyal woman she is, won't let them arrest her sister and gains an obstruction charge for her troubles. The sweetbutt is on the way to the hospital and my mother and aunt on their way to the slammer. All in all a very productive day.

I follow behind the police cruiser towards the station. When we get in, I immediately take a seat at Officer Candy's desk. She has a stripper name no matter how I look at it and it makes me laugh everytime I see her nameplate on her desk. I see them bring in my Aunt and get ready for the show.

Uncle Clay busts out of the interrogation room with Hale holding him back behind the threshold with an arm across his chest. "What the HELL did you do"! He yells across the room pointing his finger towards Gemma.

"Same thing you did. Nailed some little tart from Nevada"! Aunt Gemma shouts.

"Like I don't have enough shit oozing out of my ears. You gotta go and do this"!

"You should've thought of that before your dick went on a cheerleader hunt"! My mother injects her opinion.

Clay looks over as if just now taking notice that my mother got arrested too, "What the hell are you doing here!" shaking his head and directing his attention back to his wife. "Hey! I didn't tell her to come here"

"But she's here"! Gemma says looking like if she weren't handcuffed she'd kill him herself in front of the whole police department.

"Well, it's not my fault"! is his wise reply. "And it's not my pussy"! is my Aunt's. I feel like I'm in high school cause I distinctly heard some of the officers shouting "oohhh" like teenagers trying to instigate a fight.

Uncle Clay looks at me sitting down by Officer Candy's desk, "Don't tell me you got arrested too".

"Nope, figured I'd save the police department a little money with those collect call fees."

I see Agent Kohn, talking to some butch looking woman who decides to give her two cents into the domestic argument everyone was just subjected to, "And that's why I'm single". My eyesight follows my mother as she's led through the room, "If you unscrewed that dick every once in a while and just used a tampon like the rest of us I'm sure you could get a date" she says to the butch woman as she's taken to a cell.

"Real classy there Ma"! I pick up my phone and call my Dad to let him know his wife is in jail. They are apparently busy with the feds, looks like a raid is about to happen. "When everything is clear I'll head that way".

I take out my copy of The Red Pyramid and sit back for a long night cause I'm sure that they aren't going to be letting my mom go anytime soon. Or Aunt Gemma for that matter. Couple hours later I see Hale and a couple of other officers come into the station and head towards his office. They look a little mad, whatever they were after must not have panned out. They finally let Uncle Clay go and he heads over to me.

"I'm sorry kid" he says hanging his head.

"Not me you should be apologizing too. We all know how these things work. Auntie had every right, well not legally." I say without looking up from my book. He can see that I won't be giving him an inch so he gets up and heads back the cells. I then see my Dad walk into the station.

"Hey kiddo, let me go get your Mom and then we'll leave". He says breaking his stride to drop a kiss on my forehead. I gather up my things and throw away the candy wrappers I went through and wait for everybody to get back. I see both Dad and Uncle Clay come back empty-handed.

"Hey what's going on? Where's Mom and Aunt Gemma?" I ask. They look at each other then back at me, "Said they needed some me time. Not accepting bail even though we've already paid. Told them we we're gonna stay if they were but they threatened us with bodily harm. Gonna stay at the clubhouse". Uncle Clay says.

"Come on were gonna have that meeting Happy called earlier. Get your mother's car and I'll tail you to the clubhouse". Dad says making a face that tells me I have no choice and nothings up for negotiation. Shit, I thought I might've been able to skirt around this for at least a couple more months.

Twenty minutes later finds me perched up on one of the counters in church with my legs dangling off the edge. I reach into my pocket and grab the fresh pack of smokes Ma bought me before she got arrested. I can feel the glare coming off that tattooed bastard from here; must still be pissed that I snuck out when they were taking care of the guns. Finally, Dad walks in with Clay and Piney. They all settle into their seats. Clay at the head, which is in front of where I'm sitting, Tig to his right, then Chibs, Opie, Piney, Happy, Juice, Bobby, Jax and finally Dad, the VP, whose seat is on the left of Clay. Kip is sitting in a chair behind Bobby and Jax in a corner. Since he doesn't have his top rocker yet he can't sit at the table.

Clay bangs his gavel and brings the meeting to order. "Okay as you all know from the day's events I got arrested but since they obviously let me go I know you all were doing something right. What did we do with the AK's?"

"Blew'em up" Chibs says with a laugh. "Don't worry laddie we got paid for'em first."

"Well thank God for that. Now it's my understanding that Happy has something to say. Go head brotha." Clay says. Happy lifts his cigarette and recounts what's been going on at my house so all the guys are up to speed on that. "Juice has the list of inventory" he finishes, glaring at me the entire time he's been talking.

Juice brings out a piece of paper and starts rattling off the list, "Had some Colt .45's, couple 38's , shitload of G 17's and 18's. Also found some G29 10mm. Found some AK's, AR 15's and M 15's nice too. The best part is there's a wall full of .50 caliber long range sniper rifles and about ten SRS 308's. I mean it is sniper country down there I found those in a stash in a back corner. There's also a wall full of RPG7's and 29's. Some older model guns but I don't know them off the top of my head. The older looking stuff still has all the serial numbers on them, the newer models not so much". Well that's convenient I think.

"Holy shite, were the previous owners preparing for a war we didn't know about"? Chibs asks.

"Well there were a lot of old guns. Collectables; Winchester's, Remingtons, Ruger Single six's. I also saw a Wells&Fargo stagecoach handgun. Those among some other's are not really what you would see in our world, but they are sold for really good profits. Call it an extreme hobby for the rich with no idea how to spend their money." I say finishing off my cigarette looking up to see the entire room staring at me.

Jax is the first one to come out of his stupor, "How the hell'd you know all that"?

"Just something I picked up from my time in the Marines". I say nonchalantly.

I see my Dad slightly shack his head with a furrow in his brow sensing something ain't right, "Sack, when you went to basic training did you learn about the history of weapons"? I swear in another life he could've been Chief of Police in Charming.

"Nah, not to that extent. I just learned about the weapons I used and what I was most likely to face in combat. What exactly was your enlistment score?" Sack asks me and even though I'm dreading it with him here I'll be forced to tell the truth. I light up another cig and pour a drink from the bottle of Brandy they keep in here.

"My AFQT was a 96". I say inhaling some much needed nicotine.

"FUCK ME a 96! Do you..what…how..where?" Kip stutters out. "Kip! Kip! Calm down and tell us what the hell that means"? My Dad demands.

"It means she's a fucking genius and could've went anywhere she wanted" Kip explains. "why'd you settle for the Marines"?

"Well Merc, care to elaborate" Uncle Clay say while holding his arm out palm up.

"Okay, like Kip said with that score I could go anywhere. Even had a couple of different branches try to recruit me. I could never work for the CIA or FBI what with my familial ties and all, NOT that I wanted to, but the idea of covert operations intrigued me. Once I explained that to my recruiter he suggested the Navy SEALs."

"Wait so you were never in The Marines?" Kip says. "Nope" I answer.

"Why'd you tell me and your mother that you were going to the Marines then?" Dad asks.

"Because it'd raise too many questions about why I'd switch my mind and besides I didn't think I'd do that well on my entrance exam. Plus, I'm sure you would've had somebody look into it, too closely for my liking. I just wanted to have something of my own without worrying you and Ma too much." I explain.

"Fuck man, Seal training that takes a long time." Kip mumbles mostly to himself.

"Yeah, I know but after I left home I had nothing but time on my hands, nothing holding me back, and nothing to lose." I say noticing Jax with his head bent in shame.

"What team and troop did you get assigned to"? Kip asks I can tell he's intrigued having had a background in the military himself.

"We don't have an official name and technically I'm a black operative". I tell him watching the color slowly drain out of his face. He mumbles, "seal team six" under his breath to which I nod my head. I pick up my glass and swallow it in one fell swoop.

It takes about ten minutes before anybody says anything, "Well what the fuck does that mean"? Dad asks with his eyes bugging out of his head.

I guess I'll just finish up here since I don't think Kip can talk anymore, "Means that I operate outside of military and government protocol. It also means, Juice, that if you were to search for any kind of military records on me, you'd see nothing and more than likely you'd put up a big target on SOA's back. I don't exist anymore well not in the sense of everyone else here."

"So you're telling me, that my DAUGHTER IS A GOVERNMENT OPERATIVE!"

"Well yeah. Thought it might come in handy". I deadpan.

"Come in handy, HA! For what?" Dad screams and I can see that vein in his forehead throbbing.

"Dad," taking a breath and reminding myself to be calm, "if I don't exist, I can't get traced or arrested because I don't actually have any fingerprints anymore. I know I'll never be a member of the club but you know, SHIT you all know I've always wanted to help. I'm the only daughter born to a bunch of SONS. How the FUCK did you think that made me feel? Huh! The only friends I had in school were Jax and Opie's girlfriends and we all know how that ended! All the other girls in town my age hate me or use me to try to get close to the CLUB! What the HELL else was I suppose to do? And before you answer that I'm not the type of person to just sit on my ASS and let a man handle my every GOT DAMN problem. So being someone's old lady straight out of high school, THAT SHIT WASN"T GOING TO FLY." I shout with my finger pointing at him.

Kip finally regains control of his facilities, "Hey Harlie, um what was your primary function on the team"?

"Got damnit Sack, SHUT UP!" I yell immediately feeling bad about it. He's dredging up old memories that I'd rather not share.

"Harlie, ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION". That tattooed bastard yells in that raspy voice of his. My neck snaps so fast I hear every available bone pop like I'm in a chiropractor's office, "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't tell me what to do!" I yell.

"HARLIE, answer the damned question!" says my Dad. Well shit, he can.

"Ughh, we're trained in just about everything. All the team members are." I reply.

"HARLIE ISABELLA MORROW, stop fucking around and give a straight answer."

"I was selected because of my high test scores from my courses in SOTIC, Breacher, NSWCFC(Naval Special Warfare Combat Fighting Course), Advanced Special Operations, and High Threat Protective Security. Basically, it means I'm an…"

"….assassin" Kip whispers obviously not caring that I yelled at him earlier. My Dad starts pacing around with a hand on his forehead clearly upset with who I am.

He looks up and says, "I need a drink" busting open the double doors of church and all the guys still shocked by my confession follow him blindly. I shrug my shoulders, grab that bottle of Brandy, and follow the rest of'em out to the bar area. Finding a booth to sit at and I pour myself a drink. Kip heads over with a mug of coffee and spikes it with some of the Brandy that's left on the table.

He sits down and asks, "Drinking yours straight"? I nod and because I know he can't resist himself I tell him, "Go ahead and ask your questions". I say sipping my drink. "What was the training like"?

"It was an example of torture at its best. I loved it. My favorite would be during phase 2 our instructors taught us how to swim while drowning. They tied our feet and our hands behind our backs and dropped us into twelve feet of water. Then they taught us how to attack and defend in the water. Came in handy a couple of times too." I tell him with a humorless chuckle and notice Kip with an excited smile on his face, "Well" as he throws his hands up.

"Well what"? I say.

"Come on, can you give me one story, just one. Please". He begs.

"You know all of my extracurricular activities are classified".

"How classified"?

"You can go to jail for the rest of your life, get killed classified". I say hoping it'll deter him. His jaw drops and he's not blinking. He finally shakes his head as if to clear it and says, "Now you gotta tell me, pretty please." Both palms clasped together for added effect.

"Okay okay. My team has six people on it; obviously, but anyway the reason why I came home is because one of our own was kidnapped". I say preparing to delve into the not so distant past.

I know I said all would be revealed in this chapter but it was too much just for one. So I'm gonna be posting the other part in the next chapter. Updates won't be far behind each other. As always Read & Review!