Stahl ducked back into the doorway of the warehouse on the edge of Charming, it had taken her some time to get here followng her escape from her former colleagues in the ATF. She already knew, thanks to an informant that they had already alerted the local sheriffs department and that the one person who could send her to prison for a long time was most likely at a safe house being protected by local sheriffs. Unfortunately for the ATF and Ortiz, one of the men most likely protecting him was her informant. She smiled as she thought about the recent turn of events but snapped back to reality when she heard a vehicle moving towards the building that she was currently hiding against and risked a look to see what it was, ducking back as she saw that it was a black SUV, she couldn't be sure that it was her former colleagues in the ATF but she wasn't going to take any chance that it was. Leaning backwards in the doorway, she felt the door handle and fumbled with it, twisting the handle both ways until the door opened suddenly and she toppled slightly backwards as the door opened. As the sound of the SUV's engine turned off, she shut the door as quietly as she could and made her way further into what looked like a deserted warehouse but she had not taken more than a few steps when she felt a hand cover mouth and was grabbed around the waist.


Juice had slid down the wall and had wrapped his arms around his knees, shaking and muttering "No..no...no...no" and appeared to be in shock, Roosevelt got up from his seat and approached Juice, squatting down in front of him and intending to reach reach out and somehow bring the man back to the present. However the moment that his hand touched Juice's arm, the biker seemed to snap. Lashing out with his fist, catching Roosevelt on the side of his face, knocking him backwards. The sound of Juice's fist hitting his face and Roosevelt's subsequent falling backwards and landing on his ass brought two officers into the room and while one helped him up, the other Hernendaz stormed towards Juice intending to do him some damage but before he could land the first punch, he was stopped by a sharp command from the door.

"STOP! BACK AWAY FROM HIM."

Turning he saw a man in a suit storm into the room and move towards where Juice was still huddled on the floor, rocking backwards and forwards and whimpering. Looking down at Juice, who seemed to be unaware of those present in the room he turned angrily to the sheriffs in the room, focusing on Roosevelt who by this time was on his feet if somewhat unsteady.

"What happened here?" the ATF agent demanded, angrily.

"Not sure." Roosevelt explained, "One minute he was fine, if somewhat stubborn about sitting down, I explained to him about Agent Stahl escaping from custody and he flipped out. As you can see, I tried to calm him down but he smacked me one on the side of the head."

The agent knelt down in front of Juice keeping a wary watch on where his fist were and tried to reach the distraught man in front of him.

"Juice listen to me, you are safe. Stahl isn't here and she is not going to get near you again. Juice can you hear me."

Without looking away from Juice he asked Roosevelt if any of the other SONS were in the station at that time. Hernendez replied before he boss stating that Happy was in the cells, he saw the agent nod and then heard him say.

"Get Him."

Hernandez tried to protest. "He's a criminal and under arrest."

The agent snarled at him, "I don't care what he's here for, get your ass over to the cells and bring him here NOW!"

Hernandez didn't like being spoken to like that but before he could say anything, Roosevelt barked at him to get Happy out of the cells. He went but he was not happy about it and when he got to the cells he snapped at the biker to get his ass moving.

"Where are you taking me?" Happy asked, getting up from where he ws sitting on the narrow bed.

"Interrogation room, seems Ortiz is having some kind of breakdown." Hernandez sneered at him.


Stahl would have screamed when she felt herself being grabbed but was unable to due to the meaty hand that was presently clamped over her mouth, keeping her silent. She struggled as best she could against the arm that was wrapped around her but to no avail, even though she had managed to get a few good kicks in to her assailants legs, hearing the man grunt as each kick landed but he did not release her, in fact his arm tightened even more around her waist. He carried her further into the warehouse and she saw a number of other men standing near a table, she could see that they were bikers and that they wore cuts, which made her fearful for a moment thinking that they were friends of the SONS but one of them turned and she saw his cut. As soon as she realised what club the cut represented she relaxed a little, knowing that these particular bikers were not friends of the SONS and an idea started to form in her mind. She could use their hatred of the SONS to get at Juice and perhaps once and for all destroy the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.


A/N: The intrigue continues, will Happy be able to help Juice, who is the ATF agent ordering the Sheriffs and just who is the MC that has Stahl at this moment in time. If you think you know, then leave a review and let me know. Thanyou to all those who left reviews, it was much appreciated! :-))))).