The guys filed into church, one after the other, with everyone hyped up about this supposed meeting with the Mayans. Everyone except for Tig. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong with Aimee. He hadn't heard from her in two days, and neither had her boss, which was way out in left field for her. She was a good girl - she didn't just not show up for work! Tig was the last man in, and closed the door behind him.

"I don't get it" said Chibs, shortly after sitting down. "What the fuck does Alvarez want with us now?"

"Don't know" answered Clay. "All he said was that he needed to talk about something important".

"Has to be the shit storm up in Marble Canyon" said Bobby. He looked to Tig. "Where they damn near took one of us out".

Tig looked up, meeting Bobby's eyes. He gave a small nod for the acknowledgement.

Clay leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "He wants to meet tomorrow night in Lodi - out by some old mill". He paused for a moment, looking around. "Wadda ya want to do?"

Everyone was silent, thinking about the possible outcomes, knowing what had happened before when they tangled with the Mayans. Surprisingly, it was Tig who spoke first.

"I say we go meet with them" he said. Everyone looked at him. "We just need to be more prepared this time..." He let his words hang in the air, the guys knowing what they were - that they don't end up shot this time...or dead.

Clay looked at Tig a long while, then pounded his gavel on the block. "Done. I'll call Alvarez and tell him to expect us. We ride tomorrow night at 6pm. Make sure everyone is here".

The crew talked about the meeting as they left the chapel, wondering what it was all about, and talking about being ready for the Mayans this time. Tig stayed in his chair, staring at the table.

"Something wrong?" asked Clay as he got up to go. Tig didn't answer. "Hey...Tig..."

Tig looked up. "Nah...just thinkin" he answered.

"You gonna be alright for this?" asked Clay. "I mean, you've been out for a while..."

"I can do my job" Tig answered. Clay patted his shoulder, then left him alone. He knew Tig wouldn't make any mistakes.

For the first time in a long time, Tig didn't know what to do. He was worried about Aimee, but he couldn't let it get in the way of what he had to do. He'd made that mistake before, a long time ago, and he wasn't about to do it again. But he just couldn't shake the feeling. If only he could get a hold of her...

Aimee started to cry. What did he mean "See how much my boyfriend loves me"? What was he going to make Tig do? Before she had time to think about it, the Mayan who dragged her from the closet was grabbing her again and pulling her up off the chair. She didn't even try to fight - he was way too big and strong to even think about getting away.

He pulled her back down the same hallway, but this time they went past the closet where she'd spent the night. This time, he dragged her to another door. When he opened it, Aimee's heart sank - it was a bedroom. She tried with all her might to stop him from taking her in there, but it was no use. He just picked her up and threw her on the bed. Aimee shut her eyes, fearing the worst...but the man just laughed.

"Don't worry, chica" he said. "Nothin's gonna happen to you...at least not yet. That's up to your little boyfriend to decide". He turned to go, laughing a sick laugh. Aimee heard the door lock from the outside. She rolled onto her side, buring her face in the pillow. She let out the tears she'd been holding back and sobbed until she felt sick.

"Dear God...please..." she whispered, over and over, "...don't let me die..."