Reece had to give it to the little shit head, he put up quite a fight. The kid had even managed to give him a bloody nose right before he succumbed to a handkerchief soaked in chloroform. The older man had been following the boy since he'd left his home that morning and after a few hours of waiting outside of the MEPS center Joey was on the move, headed in the opposite direction of his house.

The journey ended at Discovery Park; he followed the boy as he wondered aimlessly through the features of the park and into its wood line. The kid never looked back once; it was almost too easy. Getting him back to the car didn't prove quite the same. Reece had slung the boy over his shoulder and joked with several passersby that his little brother had had too much to drink. Now back at Frank Ericson's house in Stockton they had the boy tied and locked up in the cellar.

"Give me some good news, Frank!" Reece sat down at the kitchen table.

"Still nothing on the girl, if that's what you're wondering." Frank took a shot of gin and grimaced.

"As far as Trager and the rest of the Sons, looks like war is about to go down in Oakland; Chinks made a deal with the Mayans and the Irish. Chibbs already contacted Tully looking for allies just in case the war bleeds into other territories." Will added.

"Starting tomorrow Otis has me and some others rotating in and out of Charming. You can keep the kid in the cellar but as far as this plan of yours…it's just you and Will for a while." Frank finished and waited for Reece's reply.

"I see…"

"I don't get why we're helpin the Sons and their nigger friends anyway…If you ask me we're losing our way with Tully in charge. I mean makin deals with race traitors and niggers, wastin our resources!?" With each passing day Will was getting more and more disgusted with Tully and Otis.

"Tully, sodomizing bastard, he's no better than Trager, I'm tired of this shit we need to get back to the real AB!" Frank took another shot.

"You know what I'm tired of?" Reece looked back and forth between the two men. "I'm tired of listening to you two back wood; hillbilly fucks belly-aching about the white agenda! You want a change in command, then you stick to the plan!" Reece stood abruptly causing the table to shake and nearly knock over the bottle of gin.

"Where you goin?"

"Watch the kid I'll be back in a few hours."