Chloe awoke with a groan when she heard the slamming door, squinting with her eyes and noticing her friend, Miley, standing in the doorway with a takeaway box and a coffee - a wide smirk on her face.

"Wake up!" Miley shouted for no reason except piss off the punk lying in bed.

"Jesus," Chloe muttered and placed a pillow over her face. "Shut the f-fuck up, not so loud-"

"Wake up," Miley repeated after rolling her eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Here's your breakfast, courtesy of Brooklyn."

"Mmh, say my thanks," Chloe's muffled voice came out from underneath her pillow. "Ugh… what time is it?"

Miley brought up her phone and checked. "9:53AM."

"Damn." Chloe threw her pillow to the side, sitting up in the bed momentarily. "Yesterday completely wrecked me, ugh," she mumbled and rubbed her eyes.

"Consider yourself lucky you fell asleep." Miley rolled her eyes. "You didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of Jules and Hannah going at it."

"Jesus," Chloe laughed after she spoke. "You didn't get my patches hungover, did you?"

Shrugging in reply, Miley looked around the room. "Nothing that some painkillers and water can't fix."

"Any word from Ellen?" Chloe asked as she caught Miley's gaze in transition.

Miley smiled and nodded. "She's arrived in Seattle an hour ago, already started keeping tabs on Max."

"Did she tell her?"

"God, no - that's your job, remember?" Miley jabbed a finger into Chloe's thigh. "She's there to make sure she's safe, not tell her the truth - you get that into your damn head."

Opening her takeaway, Chloe dug in and nodded. "Right. My job."

"Now," Miley continued and stood up from the bed. "What are we doing today? Chasing down the address from yesterday I suppose?"

Chloe nodded and swallowed, pointing her plastic fork up at her friend. "Yeah, we've gotta check it out - see what that's all about ASAP."

"Well, you'll be pleased to know that Daisy brought up Ellen's van," Miley spoke as she peered out the motel window through the curtains. "It's got a few spare mags, the AK's and the 870. I hope we're not going to be using it, but better safe than sorry I suppose."

"Precisely," Chloe nodded in agreement as she chewed her food. "What about vests?"

"One for everyone," Miley smiled as she looked back and raised her shirt - revealing the dark navy-coloured bulletproof vest underneath. "I've got mine already, so does everyone else pretty much - just you left."

"Is everyone up already?" Chloe asked with her eyebrow raised.

"We've been up for a solid hour, maybe two," Miley replied and looked out the window again. "Seriously, eat, get your ass up and let's go - we've gotta deal with this before questions start being asked back home."

Chloe smirked at how Miley had begun to throw her own orders around. Fishing out the last few pieces of bacon and some eggs, the punk biker closed her takeaway container and threw it onto the nightstand beside the bed. "Alright, no time to waste then - eh?"

"Yeah," Miley nodded and made her way to the door immediately. "Chloe?"

"W'sup?" Chloe shot a glance at Miley as she stood up and stretched.

"Should we call Rachel and Frank? Tell them about this?" Miley opened the door slightly as she asked.

"No, this is club business," Chloe replied in an instant. Standing beside her friend, she ran a ran over the back of her neck and sighed. "We're going to deal with this first, then call them - okay? They can help us go over everything we've learned, and maybe, maybe, Rach will finally tell us her plan. Although… I don't know, Miles."

"What don't you know?"

"Do we trust them? Everything you said yesterday… would it be better to keep this hidden, in case they are planning something to fuck us over?" Chloe asked quietly, unsure what to choose.

"Chloe… it was just speculation, but if there's a chance that they are doing that," Miley threaded her hair with her fingers to distract herself for a few moments. "If there's even a chance, I think we have to keep this under unless we can prove she's clean."

"Right," Chloe replied and took a step out of the room. "We'll wait on that until we've got information, I'll make a decision then."

"Got it," Miley walked out of the room and shut it behind Chloe. "Van is around the corner in an alley."

"Let's go."

"Alright, here's the plan," Chloe began as she stood in front of the open van - an AK-47 propped up on her shoulder, her eyes looking around the small group gathered around. "The address is a building only a few minutes ride away from here - it's secluded, located on the furthest outskirts of Portland by the looks of things."

Nodding in return, the Valkyries looked at Miley for a moment before focusing on the president.

"We're going to ride up within a kilometer or so, we hoof it the rest of the way," she continued and dropped the rifle into her other hand. "I'll be wielding this bad boy, Miley has the other - Daisy, you're up on the 870."

Daisy nodded and crossed her arms, shifting in her place.

"Miley, Jules and Hannah - the three of you will give the warehouse a quick run around outside, try to find any other entrances or exits we could use." Chloe knocked her hand against the van a few times. "We're going to use the van, no bikes - too loud and we're wielding some big weapons - no chance we want to be caught with these on camera."

"What do we do once we're there?" Julie asked.

"Miley will lead two others through another entrance if there is one - the goal is to search the entire place top to bottom, everything and anything. If we find anyone then do try and capture them - but if they shoot, you shoot back - got it?" Chloe looked around momentarily and received a few nods. "I'll lead another group through the front, get the attention of whoever might be there. Remember - we want the top dog for interrogation - he'll probably be the one shouting orders so listen out for him, understood?"

"Aye," they replied in unison.

"You've all got two spare mags each for your handguns - use it sparingly because we don't have any more right now. You all heard yesterday - they're wielding rifles and donning kevlar, don't let yourself get pinned down otherwise you'll be in trouble," Chloe finished and brought up the rifle to her chest again. "Once we've got our target, we get information and burn the place down."

Another wave of quiet nods was given in reply.

"Listen," Chloe brought her gaze upon each individual patch present for a few seconds. "I know it's been awhile since we've done things like this and I know how shaken some of you were after yesterday," she spoke and smiled. "But I need you all to be with me on this - I won't take you into danger if you don't think it's worth it, so if you've got doubts then you better tell me now rather than in a middle of a firefight."

There was no reply.

Chloe smiled her best and looked around again. "Alright. If nobody has anything to add, then I think it's time we show these cunts a little bit of Valkyrie justice - whaddya say?"

Cocking back their various firearms, a loud cry of "Aye!" echoed around the small forest clearing they were gathered in.

"Let's roll!"

As the group began to approach the large abandoned building, a few of them began to bring up their weapons in anticipation - cocking them back to get ready for whatever was going to be happening in just a few minutes.

"Alright," Chloe spoke quietly as they arrived at the rusty door that led inside. "Miles, take Jules and Hannah around the perimeter, check for other entrances or exits - if you find anything, send one over to tell us before we enter."

Miley nodded and gestured Julie and Hannah to follow her, disappearing around the corner of the warehouse a few moments later.

"Daisy, Brooklyn - keep close once we're inside, if you can then shoot to wound - not kill - unless you're threatened, understood?" Chloe faced the other patches left with her.

"Aye," Daisy replied and placed herself against the wall beside the door, glancing around the area. "What do you think is inside?"

"Fuck if I know," Chloe shrugged. "I'm hoping it's not a trap, rather another base of operations for this dude that ordered this shit, y'know?"

"Yeah, here's hoping."

Moments later Hannah appeared around the corner with a handgun beside her, skulking her way over towards Chloe and her group. "We've got another entrance near the back, it's unlocked."

Bringing up her phone to check the time, Chloe spoke, "Alright. Tell Miles we're entering at 12:25, got that?"

Hannah nodded. "Got it," she muttered and made her way back around the corner, disappearing momentarily again.

Brooklyn sighed and ran a hand over her forehead nervously.

"Hey," Chloe spoke with a smile and brought one hand up to her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Calm down, we'll be alright."

"Okay," she replied and breathed in deep. "Okay. Sorry, it's been a while since I've shot a-anything or anyone."

"It's alright," Chloe continued. "Listen, if you want you can stay behind and watch the entrance-"

"No, no," Brooklyn quickly shook her head. "I can do this Chloe, seriously. I'm just nervous, that's all. Just nervous."

Giving her a lookover, Chloe was conflicted whether or not to allow Brooklyn wade into a firefight with her nerves acting up. With a sigh, she shook her treasurer to get her attention. "Stay at the entrance-"

"No, Chloe, I can do this-"

"That's an order," Chloe firmly said and didn't relent.

"Chloe-"

"Enough," Chloe finished and dropped her hand from Brooklyn's shoulder. "Stay outside and watch the entrance if any of them try to run."

Brooklyn waited for a few seconds and then nodded, placing herself against the shoddy brick wall of the warehouse. "Okay. I'll do that, don't worry boss," she mumbled and swore under her breath.

Checking her phone again, Chloe watched as the clock struck 12:25. "We're entering - Daisy, let's go."

Taking a step back with the rifle in her hands, Chloe sent a quick kick into the flimsy door and sent it slamming inwards loudly. In an instant, Daisy ran inside and held up her shotgun up to eye level, giving their surroundings a quick check. "Clear!"

Running inside, Chloe took up position on the corner of the corridor they found themselves in. Peeking around, she spotted the entire length clear of anything but rubble. "Nobody."

Daisy took up her own position next to Chloe, keeping the barrel of her Remington levelled to the floor. "Where now?"

Looking around in the opposite direction, Chloe scrunched up her face in thought. "Let's try to regroup with Miles."

Swiftly moving around the corner, Chloe and Daisy began to slowly walk down the empty corridor - doing their best to keep their noise down as they moved over the rubble. On either side they had found empty doorways leading into empty, unfinished rooms with even more debris - torn up posters and needles amongst it all.

Their attention was sparked instantly upon hearing shouts and the sudden echo of gunfire. "Shit," Chloe exclaimed and picked up her pace.

"To the left," Daisy said behind her as she kept up - both of them now ignoring the amount of sound they were making.

Upon reaching the corner, Chloe stuck her head around and instantly spotted the source of gunfire.

A dozen or so armed males, all wearing similar kevlar vests and wielding assault rifles were kneeling behind a line of crates and rubble - their barrels pointed over as they kept shooting out short bursts in the opposite direction. Squinting, Chloe could make out Miley and her group pinned on the corner at the far end of the corridor.

Leaning out after a few seconds, Chloe pressed the trigger and let out her own burst of bullets from her AK-47 in the general direction of the armed guards. With a series of groans and shouts, a few bullets hit their mark nearly perfectly - resulting in a quick death for two of them, wounding the rest as they collapsed to the floor.

"Daisy!" Chloe shouted as she ducked back in around the corner.

Taking the cue, Daisy burst out from behind Chloe and unloaded a few shotgun pellets in the same direction - the spread being enough to deliver the last deadly blows to the wounded guards. "They're down!"

"CHLOE!" Miley shouted from down the corridor.

"IT'S US!" Chloe shouted back and peered around the corner.

Both the groups revealed themselves and began to make their way towards each other with a quick jog, stepping over the rubble and the dead bodies littering the corridor. The closer they came, the quicker Chloe recognised a look of serious concern on Miley's face.

"Where the fuck is Brooklyn?" Miley asked once they were within comfortable distance of each other.

"Don't worry, she's watching the entrance," Chloe said and smiled, looking down at the dead bodies behind them. "She was nervous, I had to leave her."

"Okay, thank god," Miley breathed out. "I think they know we're here now," she continued and gestured to the bodies.

"No shit," Chloe replied with a half-smirk. "We need to mov-"

"DOWN!" Daisy shouted and threw herself onto Chloe, pulling her down behind the pile of rubble. However before Chloe was fully behind the cover, a bullet grazed her side painfully - cutting through the side of her leather jacket cleanly.

Hitting the floor hard, the Valkyries came under fire from a fresh batch of armoured guards down the corridor - their bullets whizzing past the top and blowing chunks off the bricks around them.

"Fuck!" Chloe shot a hand to her side in pain. "Awh, s-shit that hurts!"

"There's a dozen of them, maybe more!" Julie shouted over the gunfire. "We probably outnumber them-

"Not any good when we're pinned!" Miley exclaimed back over the sound of constant bullet barrage. "We need to flank otherwise we can sit here all day and - s-shit! - take fire!"

Chloe groaned in pain and then pointed towards one of the numerous empty doorways around them. "One of t-those has to lead around, go!"

Miley shot a glance at her wounded friend and then nodded, patting her hand against the back of both Julie and Hannah. "Daisy, check Chloe - let's move!"

Watching as the group disappeared behind a doorway nearby, Chloe peeked up and winced when a bullet came uncomfortably close to her. "Jesus!"

"Keep your head down idiot!" Daisy dragged her down behind the cover of the rubble, pulling apart her jacket. "Don't do that!"

"I k-know," Chloe breathed out and then looked down at her rifle. "We need to b-blind fire, suppress - anything! Gotta keep them distracted."

Daisy shook her head. "Let's check your wound first, then we'll see!" Leaning down closer to inspect the seeping blood on Chloe's side, Daisy did her best to shoot a comforting smile up at Chloe. "You'll live, it missed the kevlar but grazed the side - have to get you patched up straight away once this is over though."

"O-okay!" Chloe groaned in pain again and gritted her teeth. "I'll get through it. Now, about that blind fire-"

Placing the barrel of her shotgun over the rubble - Daisy pressed the trigger and let loose a hail of shotgun pellets down the corridor again. A few shouts echoed down the hall, something that sounded vaguely like orders.

"Shit, I think t-that's him," Chloe said and momentarily brought her rifle over the edge, spraying a hail of bullets in the general direction of their assailants. "We need h-him alive!"

Doing their best to suppress fire, both Chloe and Daisy took turns in peeking out with their weapons and shooting away towards the group still stuck on the far end of the corridor. A few bullets came dangerously close to ending both the Valkyrie's, resulting in an array of swearwords and an unhealthily fast heartbeat pounding against their chests.

As Chloe continued to bleed, the pain continued to mount up - prompting her to slip back down behind the rubble and hold her side. "F-fuck!"

Looking over momentarily, Daisy spotted the arrival of a few more guards. "Jesus! They've literally got an army here-," she stopped short and dropped down when a bullet chipped away a part of her cover. "Holy fuck!"

"Where the fuck is Miles!" Chloe shouted as another round of bullets came close overhead, causing her to throw her hands up over her head and slump down further.

Daisy threw her shotgun to the side as she'd ran out of shells, swearing under her breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm out-"

"Take the AK," Chloe exclaimed and shoved her rifle towards her. "It's got a few bullets left!"

Taking the rifle up with her, Daisy aimed randomly and fired down the corridor again - almost immediately running out. "Out! Shit!" Dropping back down beside Chloe, she threw the rifle to the side also. "We're so fucked-"

"PUT THE GUNS DOWN!" Miley's familiar voice was muffled, coming from the direction of where they were being shot from. "NO FUNNY BUSINESS-"

An array of gunshots was heard, along with grunts and groans of sudden paid - a few heavy thuds amongst the sound of rifles clattering to the floor.

"MILES!" Chloe shouted as she looked over the rubble. "MILES!"

"WE'RE OKAY!" Miley shouted back and peeked around the corner, waving down towards Chloe.

Getting up immediately, Daisy helped Chloe run the length of the corridor in moments - arriving at the crossroads littered with numerous fresh bodies, rifles and shells.

"Shut the fuck up!" Julie exclaimed as she held her foot over the throat of a wounded guard. "Shut the fuck up!"

Hannah was running around and placing her fingers against the throats of the bodies, checking their pulse - shouting "Nothing!" each time she couldn't find it.

"That's the one that was barking orders," Miley said as she led Chloe and Daisy towards the wounded guard on the floor. "Heard him the moment we hit the corner down there," she continued and gestured down another empty hallway. "Killed the rest when they tried to pull on us, I wanted to limit the fatalities-"

"Good," Chloe interrupted Miley as she approached the male on the floor with a limp. "Are there anymore?"

Miley shook her head and changed her magazine, dropping down the empty one onto the floor. "I doubt it, these guys congregated like flies once they heard the first gunfight," she said and looked around. "There's at least a dozen dead here, give or take, add that to the other group in the other corridor and we've got a small army."

"Right," Chloe nodded and sent a sudden kick into the side of the wounded guard, groaning loudly as her hand shot to her side. "Motherfucker-"

"Stop," Miley said and pulled Chloe back. "Stop this shit, you're going to make it worse-"

"It's just a graze-"

"I don't fucking care," Miley shot back and kept her grip on her friend. "You're not going to bleed yourself out here, we need to move back to the van."

Chloe shook her head. "Miles, we've gotta deal with this shithead," she said and her hand towards the groaning male on the floor. "We need fucking information-"

"I know!" Miley shouted and pulled Chloe back forcefully. "We can take him with us but we have to get you patched up first."

"Miles," Chloe said, her tone low and dangerous again. "Let me go."

"Shut the fuck up," Miley shot back and dragged her further away. "Stay here-"

"No-"

"I said stay here! " Miley tightened her grip and stared at Chloe.

"I'm the fucking president-"

"Boo-fucking-hoo! I don't care, you're wounded and you're letting all this shit get to your head, you're not thinking straight!" Miley ignored the looks she was receiving from the Valkyries around them. "Now stay here before I make you stay."

Chloe gazed at her friend, noticing the raging fire in her eyes and just how much her grip was actually hurting the punk biker right now. "F-fine," she muttered and pulled her forearm out of Miley's grip.

"Good," Miley said as she let go. "Now keep pressure on that wound, I don't care if it's a fucking scratch or not - I'm not allowing Max to attend your funeral because you're a dumbass!"

Julie whistled loudly to get both their attention. "Are you fucking done?"

Miley looked in her direction temporarily and then back at Chloe. "Yeah. We're good."

"What do you want me to do with him?" Julie continued and pressed her foot down on his throat again.

"Knock him out, bring him with - we've… we've got to burn the entire place down now." Miley handed her AK-47 to Hannah. "Get Brooklyn to help, go."

"Awh, f-fuck-," Chloe hissed and bit her lip as Daisy applied the gauze to her wound again.

"You'll live, don't worry," Daisy assured her with a smile, finishing up around the wound. "Just have to get you wrapped up."

Chloe nodded and lifted her arms, allowing Daisy to place the bandage over the wound, wrapping it around her abdomen. "F-fuck, it's been a while."

"Tell me about it," Daisy nodded along as she spoke. "I can't remember the last time I had to play club surgeon. Well, actually, I lied - I can."

"When?" Chloe asked to keep herself distracted from the pain.

"Five or so years ago? I think. It was around the time Rachel started to pull us into the Portland beef between Wicked Few and that other club," Daisy replied and finished wrapping Chloe's bandage, standing back up afterwards with a smile. "There - you should live."

"Comforting," Chloe chuckled and placed her hand as the pain shot through her side.

"Give it a day or two, load up on painkillers too." Daisy lowered herself nearby Chloe and began to gather up the tools she was using, shoving them into a make-do first aid kit. "Lucky that Ellen thought about this beforehand, otherwise we'd have to be driving your ass all the way to the stash house."

"Thanks." Chloe stood up and stretched slightly. "Now let's see if Miley got anything out of our friend."

Daisy threw Chloe's arm over her shoulder and helped her along, limping the two of them towards the small brick hut they'd had found a safe distance away from Portland. As they entered they were meet with muffled voices on the far end of the building, followed by numerous thuds and thwacks that were responded to with broken laughter and grunts of pain.

"You're pissing me off," Miley said as she gripped the barrel of her handgun, the handle coated with fresh blood. "Start speaking!"

"No."

Another thwack echoed around the room as Miley pistol whipped the guard again. "SPEAK!"

"No."

"You motherfucker-," she began and dropped the handgun to the side, grasping at his collar and dragging him along the floor. "I said," she continued and slammed him hard against the brick wall, "SPEAK!"

Laughing in return, he spat out blood to the side. "No."

Chloe entered with a limp and slumped herself against the side of the empty doorway, watching as the guard continued to laugh in Miley's face. "Miles."

Miley shot a glance behind her and sighed, relenting her grasp and taking a step back. "Nothing," she replied and placed her hands on her hips. "Refuses to speak, I've tried everything."

"Daisy," Chloe looked to her side as she spoke. "Roll my hog over."

Daisy nodded and disappeared in the doorway momentarily.

"What are you planning?" Miley asked in a whisper as she was now standing a foot away from Chloe.

"You'll see," Chloe grinned and brought up one hand to pat her friend's shoulder. "You'll see."

"Chloe, we made a decision three years ago to stop this," Miley gestured to the bloodied jacket Chloe was wearing. "I'm not going to let you keep doing this shit if you pull the rest of the club into it again-"

"Shut up," Chloe let out a low growl. "I will do as I please-"

"No," Miley looked up at Chloe and scowled. "If you don't stop with this bullshit then I'm taking your fucking patch-"

"You have no right-"

"I have every right to call your leadership up to question," Miley shot back in a whisper, ensuring none of the other Valkyries present heard them. "I will use that right without question if you don't get your shit together."

Chloe snorted. "Whatever."

"No, not whatever, Chloe - you absolute, literal idiot," Miley continued and shot her hand out towards Chloe's forearm, forcefully bringing it up. "Either you take what I'm saying seriously or you're out, do you hear me?"

Taking a few moments to go over what Miley had said, Chloe finally let out a sigh. "Sorry."

Miley sighed herself and dropped her grip from Chloe's forearm. "I'm just trying to look out for you and the club, okay? You're pent up about everything, I get it, but you can't let that fuck with your head. You got shot, thankfully it wasn't fatal, but ask yourself this - what if it was? What the fuck would Max do, nevermind us? The club agreed to end violence but you're pulling us back into it, that's not alright at all ."

Chloe nodded quietly.

"Seriously… I think you've gotta take a break. Like, a serious fucking break. This is too much for you-"

"Miles, I'm fine-"

"You're taking a break after this," Miley demanded with a serious tone. "You're heading to Seattle and you're fixing your relationship, then you're staying with Max until I say you can come back - do you hear me?"

"Miley, please-"

"It's decided," Miley stated. "You're done with this the moment we get our information, end of."

Daisy reappeared a few moments later, her hands grasping the handlebars of Chloe's '97 Dyna. "I've got your hog, what now?"

Chloe looked at the motorcycle and then up at Daisy. "Roll it into the room."

Obeying the order, Daisy rolled the bike forward into the middle of the room, waiting as she watched Miley and Chloe approach slowly. Shooting a glance around her, she noticed the rest of the Valkyries leaning around the place, smoking cigarettes and keeping quiet - all of them staring at either Miley or Chloe.

"Miles, Daisy - lift up the back and start the engine." Chloe limped over towards the still grinning guard slumped against the corner of the room. "Jules, Hannah - bring him up next to the hog."

Julie and Hannah sprang to action as they walked over and grasped the male, dragging him across the room and lifting him up to his knees beside the motorcycle. "Boss?"

Miley shot a glance at Chloe as she realised where this was going. With a hesitant flick of the key, she started the v-twin with a loud roar that echoed around the entire building. "Go ahead," she said and kept her eyes locked on Chloe.

Placing her hands on her hips, Chloe began. "Now - you're going to tell us everything you know," she paced around for a few seconds. "Everything. Who hired you, your name, what your purpose is - everything. "

"No."

"I don't think you have a choice there," Chloe gestured towards Miley.

Understanding, Miley revved the engine and watched as the back wheel spun wildly.

"Now, either you speak or I'll make fine paste out of your fucking head." Chloe looked down at him. "Girls, show him we're serious."

Hesitating for a moment, Julie and Hannah dragged him closer to the spinning wheel - forcing his head next to it.

"You won't do it," he grinned and revealed his bloody and missing teeth. "You ain't got the balls-"

"Don't question whether or not I have the balls to do this," Chloe shot out over him. "I've killed people for less, so now either you talk or you die."

With a snicker, he spat blood to the side. "No."

Chloe felt her heart pounding against her chest as she looked up at Julie and Hannah, noticing the hesitation on their face. "Jules-"

"Drop him," Miley spoke over Chloe. "Jules, drop him in the corner of the room," she said again and flicked the key in the ignition, slowly lowering the bike back down onto the floor.

"Miles, what the fuck are you doing-"

"I'm taking over," Miley said and approached Chloe, grasping her leather jacket immediately and catching her friend off balance. "You're stepping down."

"Bullshit am I stepping down-"

"Any objections?" Miley called out around the room, her gaze resting over her shoulder as she saw the bikers staring back at her. After a few quiet moments, she nodded. "Chloe Price is no longer temporary President of the Valkyries, effective immediately."

"I fucking refuse-"

"Refuse all you want," Miley let go of Chloe's bloodied and tattered jacket, causing the punk to stumble backwards. "I'm calling the shots now and you're suspended from club business-"

"How dare you-"

"Oh, I fucking dare," Miley shot back with anger, jabbing a finger into Chloe's chest. "You're unfit to run this fucking club anymore, I'm not about to see you crash and burn it into the ground in your fucking idiotic daze to get whoever is coming after us. Violence is off the fucking books, you're spinning out of fucking control-"

Chloe scoffed. "Oh yeah? Just how are you going to get that fucking information then, huh?

"In a way that doesn't turn us to vile fucking beasts like you were about to!" Miley jabbed her finger into her chest again. "Now get the fuck out of my sight, go to Seattle - right now."

"Fuck you," Chloe shoved Miley backwards. "I am trying to save this club-"

"By leaving a trail of burning buildings and dead fucking bodies over the entire state? That's really fucking smart," Miley shoved her back harder, ignoring the approaching Valkyries on either side of them both. "Get the fuck out of here!"

"This club will fucking die without me!" Chloe shouted as Brooklyn and Julie grasped her from either side to stop her from jumping Miley in her rage.

"IT'S ALREADY DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU AND RACHEL!" Miley shouted back with equal venom in her voice, herself being held back by Hannah and Daisy. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

"Get the fuck off me!" Chloe shook off the grip on her arms, immediately storming out of the room with a limp - her hands grasping at the walls.

Bursting out of the building, Chloe ignored the sting of tears in her eyes - her heart pounding and her hands curled up in fists, nails cutting into her palms at the intensity of which she did so. Approaching the parked van, she pulled the side door open violently and sat herself down on the edge - throwing her face into her hands with a shaky breath.

"F-fucking bitch," she breathed out and gripped her face, body shaking. "F-fuck it all-"

"Chloe!" Daisy called out as she exited the building with her hog yet again, letting it rest against the side before running over quickly towards the punk. "Chloe, what the fuck are you doing?"

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" Chloe shouted back as she let out a sob. "I'm fucking done! Fuck you all and your shitty club, I hope you do all crash and burn!"

"Don't say that," Daisy exclaimed and placed her hands on Chloe's shoulders, promptly having them thrown off. She did again and clasped them tight, not allowing Chloe to throw her off. "Don't fucking say that-"

"It's fucking true!" Chloe shouted again. "The club is dead! We're all going to f-fucking prison, end of!"

Daisy shook her head and forcefully pulled Chloe into a hug, ignoring her attempt to struggle. "Calm down Chloe-"

"Get off me-"

Gripping her harder, Daisy finally felt as the punk started to stop struggling over time, wrapping her hands around her instead and pulling her closer. Her head fell onto her shoulder as she began to sob violently, trying to speak in between but just letting out more sobs. "Let it out, j-just… let it out Chloe."

Crying for what had seemed like endless minutes, Chloe had heard a single gunshot somewhere along the line but ignored it, instead clawing her hands at Daisy's back. Her mind was fried, completely done with everything - there was too much of everything piled on top of her anymore and she couldn't do it, Miles' words were the straw that broke the camel's back.

"I t-tried," she sobbed out and heard Daisy nodding. "I c-can't do this a-anymore-"

"Then don't," Daisy replied. "Chloe… you've kept this club floating for years, it's t-time you step back-"

"M-Miles said it w-was because o-of m-me-"

"Don't listen to that." Daisy patted her hands over Chloe's back. "Just don't listen. You were pissed, she was pissed - neither of you knew what you were saying."

"It's t-true-"

"No it isn't," Daisy interrupted Chloe. "It's not true Chloe."

Again she cried, letting out all her sorrows onto the jacketed shoulder of her friend embracing her. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it was time for Chloe to just leave.

"Come on," Daisy spoke up and began to lift the two of them up - moving out of the embrace. "Hop in the van, I'll take you to Seattle-"

"I c-can't face Max-"

"Chloe, me and Ellen will be there." Daisy opened the door for Chloe, waiting for the punk biker to step inside and sit herself down. Running around the nose of the van, she slammed the side door shut and jumped into the driver's seat. "We'll explain everything if you're not feeling up to it, you can rely on us, but you need Max right now."

"M-Miley will want you to be with the c-club-"

"Fuck that," Daisy said as she turned the key in the ignition. "I'll go back once you and Max are settled and fine, okay? I'm not putting the club over my friends, not now, not ever - not anymore."

"B-but the bylaws-"

"Are suspended, remember? You did that." Daisy tapped her hand on the wheel whilst the engine idled. "I'll talk to Miley about this later, she's going to have to deal with what just happened - that'll take time."

Chloe rolled over to the side and pressed her head against the passenger window. "The c-club is going to d-disband."

"Maybe, who knows? Frankly, I don't care, but you've got to stop thinking about that." Daisy finally jolted the van forward and shot a glance in the wing mirror, noticing the remaining Valkyrie's exiting the building behind them and staring in their direction. "Chloe, you're done with this. Just… rest now, okay? I'll wake you up when we're in Seattle."

Giving herself a glance, Chloe noticed she was still in her blood soaked clothes and tattered jacket. "I c-can't show up like this."

"We'll go to your house real quick and burn those rags," Daisy gestured to her clothes as she calmly steered the van along the dirt road. "Throw your jacket somewhere once we're there, unless you want to burn that too-"

"No."

"Okay." Daisy smiled. "That's okay. Sleep now, I'll wake you up."

Daisy kept her eyes on the road as the van rolled down the interstate, passing an 18-wheeler to one side before switching lanes to overtake a coupe slowing down for a slip road. Absently pressing down on the pedal, she shot occasional glances at Chloe - noticing that she'd once again woken up and began staring outside.

"You good?" Daisy asked and looked back at the road. "You're not getting much sleep."

"Can't sleep," Chloe mumbled.

"Okay."

Falling into an uncomfortable silence, they kept to themselves yet again as the road passed around them. Eventually Chloe spotted the upcoming array of signs on the side of the road, the most prominent of which announced that the Washington state line was coming up.

"We've got like… three hours tops," Daisy spoke as she noticed Chloe's gaze. "We'll be there in no time, don't worry."

"Sure," Chloe muttered under her nose. "Daisy?"

"W'sup?"

"What are you going to do now?" Chloe asked as she kept her eyes on the roadside.

Daisy sighed and shrugged. "I don't know Chloe. This… it's all kinda blown up, hasn't it? Can I be honest with you?"

"Be honest," Chloe nodded and looked over towards her.

"I don't like what you've done yesterday nor today. You didn't ask the club's opinion even though you knew that we voted to end this business years ago." Daisy focused on driving for a moment as she overtook another car. "I know you and Rachel took it upon yourselves to deal with the… violent stuff. I think everyone lost faith in you after yesterday when you forced the issue on them, today was the breaking point."

"None of you spoke up-"

"I know and that's on us," Daisy admitted. "This wouldn't have happened if we did."

"I'm sorry." Chloe looked away again.

Reaching over, Daisy put her hand on Chloe's knee and gave it a squeeze. "I know that it was your best intention to save the club, the girls all know that too - especially Miley. But you can't force us back down the violent path, not again."

Chloe nodded.

"Everything that you and Rachel have been doing - the murders, torturing and all that… It's taken a toll on you, a serious, serious, toll on your psyche," she continued and looked to the side. "That's why you broke down today. That's why Miley broke down today - she's been talking to us behind your backs the entire time, did you know that?"

"No."

"Yesterday we decided when you were sleeping. We agreed that if you brought violence back onto the table full-time then we'd have no choice but to replace you." Daisy sighed. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Chloe replied and sighed. "I got out of h-hand. I was scared, I d-didn't want to do this on my own so I pulled all of you into this."

"It's alright to be scared." Daisy smiled and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "I just wanted you to know why Miley said all those things. Do you know what she's been doing behind the scenes since we voted off violence?"

"No?" Chloe raised an eyebrow as she looked to her side.

"Legal stuff. I'm talking expanding us into businesses, actual legitimate ones. We… we were actually close to acquiring a garage in Arcadia, was going to turn it into a mechanic workshop." Daisy sighed. "Then everything went to shit so we quickly put that idea to the side."

"But the books, the treasury-"

"Miley was the secretary and Brooklyn is the treasurer," Daisy chuckled as she spoke. "They've been faking the books forever, neither you nor Rachel suspected anything. Just… just know that we've been trying to move back into the legal shit, okay? Like old times, the golden days before Lonnie and Sasha left."

"I'm sorry." Chloe looked away again. "I've fucked it up for you guys, I d-didn't know."

"Miley will recover things, I have every confidence in her."

"So you've been treating her as the de-facto president behind our backs?" Chloe asked quietly.

"Pretty much. Sorry. We still did everything you told us, but Miley had been running things for nearly two years now between our small group." Daisy switched lanes and shot a glance in the wing mirror. "I think she tolerated what you did yesterday, she was worried about today when we spoke in the bar the other night. I think… I think what you had wanted to do with the bike and his face - that was her breaking point in all of this because you were trying to get Jules and Hannah to do it. She's a good leader, seriously. It's also why she's been butting heads with you more and more - she knew she had the club's backing the entire time on this issue."

Chloe scoffed and shook her head. "Jesus Christ."

Daisy bit her lip. "Sorry," she mumbled and focused on the road again.

As the van had begun to approach the state line between Oregon and Washington, Chloe kept her eyes locked on her wing mirror - noticing an approaching convoy of jet black SUV's and tinted windows.

"Daisy."

Shooting her a glance, she raised an eyebrow. "W'sup?"

"Daisy, hit the gas." Chloe sat up in her seat instantly. "Now."

"Why-"

"THIS IS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS - UNREGISTERED BLACK VAN, PULL OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD IMMEDIATELY!"