Real life is kicking my ass right now, so updates might not be every Wednesday anymore. Not abandoning my story though, don't worry. It just may be 10 or so days between updates for a while instead of weekly.

A big thank you to the freak circle, and my beta EmeraldJewelSparkle

Disclaimer: I do not have the rights to SOA and make no profit off my writing. Anything you don't recognize from the show I have created.

Content Warning: This fanfiction is rated M. Please respect that warning and do not read this if you do not want to read M rated material.

2022

Age 30

Shark hid his bike and crept around to climb into the back of the SUV.

"Out." Vin nodded his head at Tony.

"I still say they know him." Shark muttered as he took Tony's seat and slammed the door shut.

The prospect crossed the street and made his way behind the store. The men had agreed after excusing Lance from Church that one man from each group would stay outside the cage, close to the store, covering blind spots.

"They still think Tony is nothing but a junkie. They never saw him." Vin said, annoyed.

"X saw him." Shark reminded him.

"But the other two didn't and X only saw him while they fought. And X isn't gonna show." Casper crossed his arms and got as comfortable as he could in the driver's seat.

The conversation stopped and Shark soon started tapping his fingers on the door. Vin rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. Casper shifted and sighed loudly.

Vin checked his phone for news of the other two teams, but he knew the phone hadn't gone off. The tapping got louder and then Shark shifted, bumping his knee into the back of Vin's chair. Vin took a deep, loud, calming breath.

"Dude." Shark muttered and suddenly there was crinkling coming from the back seat. Casper dared a glance into the review mirror; Shark was happily munching on animal crackers. Casper's head dropped down.

"What?" Shark looked at him. "Want some." He offered the bag to the front seat. Casper grabbed it and threw it into the corner of the dash.

"Someone's touchy." Shark muttered and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.

"Just watch the fucking alley." Casper spat out.

Shark slid over behind Caser and peered out the window. They had parked where they could watch two sides of the store; Tony was at the opposite corner keeping a lookout behind the building.

It only took a few moments for Shark to commence tapping.

"STOP." Casper yelled at the top of his lungs.

Shark froze. Vin jumped and spilled coffee on his jeans. "You both need to chill. We could be in here a while."

"Just stop tapping." Casper pleaded.

Shark passed a box of tissues to Vin. "You want to talk about it?" Shark offered to his best friend.

"Talk about what?" Casper turned to stare out the window.

"Talk about what's got you in such a bad mood."

"I'm not in a bad mood. Mind your own fucking business."

Vin scoffed.

"What?" Casper turned back to him.

"You sound like your old lady." Vin muttered, sticking the coffee soaked tissues into a cup holder as he dried his jeans.

"Nothing's wrong, don't want to talk about it." Casper mumbled and turned back to stare out the window.

"Okay Gabby." Shark mocked him and Vin chuckled.

Happy sat in the driver's seat of the van. He kept his eyes trained on Lance as the young prospect made his way to the back of the plaza this store was located in. Happy was pleased with this location. The store was in the middle of a plaza, the plaza located in the middle of a street, any intersection a good distance off. The only way for anyone to access the store was on the main street, or jumping the fence in the back by the dumpsters.

The thought of Lance spending his first few hours as a prospect hiding between dumpsters put a smirk on his face. Bull clanking around the back of the van trying to get comfortable took that smirk back off.

"You ain't taking a nap. Stop moving and look out the fucking window." Hap snapped.

"Tell me again why we couldn't send HIM to the dumpsters." Tom Tom whispered.

"They don't know Lance. Can't take a chance of 'em recognizing the shit bag."

Tom Tom nodded his head and gazed out the window. God he hoped this wouldn't take long. Hours alone with the Tacoma Killer was not his idea of a fun night.

Tom Tom remembered the first time he had heard of the man, as a prospect. And then the legend had arrived in Fresno, bald, black eyes, and covered in ink. He'd been decisive, not blinking an eye at the near suicide mission he was being sent on. It had gone wrong, horribly wrong, and he had stuck around to see it through He had barely escaped with his life, laying his bike down in the process. Tom Tom had been utterly shocked when Happy's daughter had shown up, worried as could be. He hadn't been able to contain his curiosity, asking blatant and rude questions about being raised by a serial killer.

And now he found himself once again being taken over by curiosity. He didn't like butting into his brother's lives, but if there was one thing Happy would talk about, it was his daughter. And god did Tom Tom want some small talk going.

He took a deep breath before asking, "Gabby tell you why she left last night?" He spoke quietly, not wanting to involve Bull in the conversation.

"Why she what?" Hap asked.

Tom Tom's eyebrows shot up. 'Shit shit shit!' His brain screamed, Happy didn't know. "Never mind."

"Don't fucking never mind me. Gabby left? Left where?"

"You know, I'm really not even sure." Tom Tom risked a look at Happy and swallowed nervously at the glare he was receiving.

"I don't like this corner." Frankie spoke in a low voice to Lenard.

"Neither do I." Lenard whispered back.

"Casper's research was dead on." Juice rambled more so to himself than the others as he swept through pages on an ipad. "Viper has been picked up twice from this store. His old crew lost a lot of people here, but he always came back."

"Uh huh." Lenard acknowledged him. It was obvious to any Fresno patch, or civilian, why Viper would keep coming back here. The junkies were three deep around these parts. Lenard could walk out there with baggies of crushed up tic tac's and make a fucking killing.

"Check him out." Juice nodded his head at the window

"You got something?" Lenard and Frankie went on full alert.

"That guy's pissing on the fire hydrant. He think he's a dog or something?"

"Jesus." Frankie mumbled.

"Starting to understand Tig's big ass smirk when I said we'd keep Juice in here." Lenard said, not quite quiet enough.

"Nah, he just don't like cages. Vivica's got a sweet ass ride though." Juice started to take a better look around the SUV. He leaned between the seats to get a better look at the stereo.

"Get the fuck back there." Lenard pushed him back. Frankie chuckled.

Juice cleared his throat and picked the ipad back up. "So this isn't your territory? How does that work, not having a whole city? Have you tried taking over completely? Far as I can tell Mayan's never moved back in. That's how you got Fresno, right, when the Mayan's here all got locked up. Why didn't you take over everything?"

Lenard looked at Frankie, Frankie knew that look. "Juice, help Tig." Frankie said matter of factly.

"Why?" Juice asked, now distracted by something on the ipad.

"Because this is a busy location. We need more feet on the ground." Frankie explained.

"Thought the plan was just one person on the ground at each shop. So we don't' spook 'em." Juice didn't look up as he continued to scroll through pages.

"That's because the other groups only have one person that won't be recognized. We have two." Frankie explained slowly, as if to a child.

"But…" Juice started.

"Get Out Juice!" Lenard snapped.

Juice finally looked up and after seeing Lenard's eyes in the mirror scrambled out of the SUV and crossed the street to the store.

Lenard leaned back in the driver's seat and continued his watch. "Jesus Christ."

"What?"

"That retard went inside and bought a slushie."

Vin hung up the phone and tossed it back into the center console. "Lenard's got nothing. Hap called him with the same 20 minutes ago."

"How long is Lenard willing to wait?" Casper asked, trying not to doubt his choice in locations.

"Through the night. Much longer and the plan changes to just two lookouts at each shop and pulling shifts."

"I would think they'd want cover of darkness." Shark thought up. "Maybe we should have figured that in. Should ave waited longer to come out here. I kinda need to pee."

"Jesus Christ." Casper mumbled.

"What?" Shark immediately went on the defensive.

"Pretty sure Mathew would be better on a stake out than you."

"I bet he would be. He has diapers."

"I am Not listening to this right now." Vin tried to convince himself, staring out the window. "When's the last time Tony checked in?"

"About ten minutes ago." Casper checked his phone.

Vin sighed and leaned his chair back more. "Gonna be a long night."

"What?" Hap asked curtly as he answered his phone.

"I, I ah, I think I got something." Lance whispered into the phone.

Happy sat up straight and searched the street out his window. "What exactly do you think you have?" He asked, gaining the attention of the other men in the van.

"I got someone dealing back here." Lance said even quieter. He would have preferred to text, but Happy had snapped at him for it as his first check in.

"Someone dealing? Is it our target?"

"No, some chick dealing to an old man."

"So a druggie is scoring in an alley amongst the worse drug riddled streets of the city?"

"What, ummm…yeah." Lance answered Happy confused.

Happy ended the call and tossed the phone to Tom Tom. "Fucking idiot." He mumbled.

"You want me to check it out?" Bull asked, pulling out his gun.

"That would blow our cover, asshole." Tom Tom pre-empted Happy.

Bull sunk back down to the floor of the van and holstered his gun.

"Why aren't you looking out the fucking window?" Hap yelled when he saw Bull in the mirror. "I don't like him covering my ass." Happy growled.

"You want me to switch with him?" Tom Tom offered.

"Don't you fucking send him up here with me."

"I can hear you!" Bull yelled, insulted.

"GOOD." Hap yelled back.

"Getting dark." Frankie observed, more so to himself than Lenard.

"Good." Lenard sounded distracted.

"Because you like the dark?" Frankie asked sarcastically.

"It'll give them cover." Lenard expanded. "Hey." He hit Frankie's arm. "Check that out."

Frankie grabbed the binoculars and located the car that had just parked. Lenard reached to the back seat and grabbed the abandoned ipad.

"You know how to work that thing?" Frankie teased.

"Yeah." Lenard said, annoyed, as he entered the password and closed out all the open programs to get to the main screen and a clearly marked file left by Casper for reference. "Can you read that license plate?" He mumbled.

"Partially. I got a 122." Frankie read off.

"Viper's car, gotta be." Lenard tossed the ipad in the back and picked up the phone. "I got the Charming boys, you get the other teams here. Tell them to stay clear out of sight, but be ready to tail."

They both shot off text messages and sank lower in the seats of the SUV.

"I see Tig." Frankie sat up a little as Lenard nodded his head and smiled. The car they were watching was pulled up to the curb a few hundred feet before the store. Tig walked up casually to the car and leaned against the back of another, parked in front of it. He flashed an annoyed grin at the windshield and pulled out his phone.

"What the hell are you doing so close?" Lenard yelled into the phone as soon as he answered it. He clicked speaker and held the phone out between himself and Frankie.

"Hey baby." Tig answered and paused a moment. "Yeah, I got 'em both, just like I promised."

"Viper and Luce are both in the car?" Frankie clarified.

"Yeah, just like I promised."

"Look in the car, how armed are they?" Lenard demanded.

"Hey, hold on a sec, got some creeps staring at me." Tig walked past the car, this time glaring at it. "Alright, sorry baby. There ain't a quiet place to talk around here."

"Back up is on the way. We still want to wait for X. Are they armed?" Lenard asked while Frankie showed him time estimates from Vin and Happy's teams.

Tig walked further away from the car and leaned against a boarded up building, turning to face away from the car and SUV. "They're both in the front seat. No big armory in the car, probably packing hand guns. They're not looking around or anything yet, so they're probably early."

"Don't hang around too long. I don't want them spooked."

"Go around the block to your bike. Head left, meet up with Hap. He's gonna send Lance in, rotate out for Juice if they stay long." Frankie interrupted Lenard.

Tig turned back to the car. "Alright baby." He ended the call and walked back in the direction of the store, past it, and around the corner.

"How long do you want to sit on them?" Frankie asked.

"Till they leave. We got three cages to tail them somewhere quiet. No bikes. Tell them to stick to parallel streets. We only use them if they give chase."

Frankie nodded and went back to his phone, relaying messages.

"We got movement." Lenard announced after about 15 minutes.

"That's Luce." Frankie watched him get out of the car and casually walk into the store. Lance was now positioned at the entrance, the fact that he spent the last few hours hiding amongst dumpsters helped his disguise as a vagrant. Juice was inside the store, had been since the confirmation of the car.

Luce walked back out of the store with a drink and leaned on the front of the store, on the other side of the door from Lance.

"He's waiting." Lenard observed and let out a relieved sigh. "They have no idea what went down. Does everyone know their roles?"

"Cages waiting in opposite directions to tail them as soon as they leave. Bikes waiting on parallel streets, they know to wait till the car gives chase."

"They're gonna be nervous when he doesn't show."

"Happy is prepared to stop the car." Frankie assured his president.

Lenard nodded. Their resident assassin had insisted on driving the van. "Is he prepared to buy us a new one?"

"He knows what he's doing."

"Not reassuring."

"What the fuck?" Frankie opened up his phone. "Prospect is texting. Says Luce looks nervous. Where the fuck is that kid's phone?" Frankie grabbed the binoculars again and looked across the street. "He's texting from his pocket."

Lenard chuckled. "Mathew can open up cartoon apps on Gabby's phone. Of course this guy can text from his pocket. He is looking nervous. Tell the others to be ready to move."

"Are you sure we shouldn't grab them here?"

"Too many people here." Lenard wiped a hand over his face. "New plan. Get Juice out of the store. Tell him to leak one of their tires. We'll grab them when they stop."

"You're changing the plan now?" Frankie looked at him. "What happened to following them?"

"They're both here, I'm not losing them and there are too many people to grab them here. I'm making a decision."

Frankie nodded and once again went back to his phone. He didn't like the idea of changing the plan now. They had spent all of church making sure everyone knew the plan so split second decisions didn't have to be made.

Juice walked out of the store and made his way towards the car. He eyed the SUV. How the hell was he supposed to slowly leak air out of a tire with the driver on full alert inside?

"What the hell is Juice doing?" Lenard leaned toward the window. Juice walked completely passed the car, ducked behind a truck parked behind the car and shimmied himself under the length of it so he was under the back of the car once more.

"Why is he just lying there?" Lenard groaned.

"All he's got is a knife. He stabs the tire too soon they won't be able to leave."

"Fine, okay. Tell the others what we're doing. I'm hoping they'll get out to change it, but either way they're gonna stop without Happy ramming them with the van."

"Luce is moving again." Frankie saw as he started texting.

Lenard nearly held his breath as Luce first walked then jogged back to the car. He practically leapt into the passenger's seat and Viper quickly pulled away.

Juice crawled up to the curb and waited till the car turned the corner to jog across the street and join the SUV.

"You get it done?" Lenard asked as soon as Juice closed the door.

"Yeah. They got maybe three miles. They headed toward Casper. Hap's gonna have to turn around to get on their tail, we need to pick up the newbie."

Lenard rolled his eyes but started up the SUV and made a U-turn to pick up Lance. Juice opened the back door and whistled. Lance jumped in and Lenard took off down the street.

"Juice get on the phone with Casper. Get me a play by play. Frankie, get Hap." Lenard ordered as he wove his way through traffic.

"Shark Tom Tom and Tig are pulled off in alleys in different directions. We won't lose them before they go flat.

"Casper is trailing him." Juice reported.

"I'm gonna cut over and get in front. Tell Hap to keep the van close but out of sight. They see that van they will know it's us." Lenard made two sharp right turns, speeding down alleys. Juice and Lance laid down flat in the back and Frankie ducked down as Lenard turned sharply in front of the car, eliciting a long honk from Viper. Lenard flipped him off and slowed the SUV.

Frankie angled himself just right to see the car in the side mirror. "They're slowing down. Hap is behind Casper."

With that the car came to a complete stop.

"Now!" Lenard yelled. He threw the SUV in park, the SUV in back doing the same. Happy pulled the van up to the side of the car just as Luce hopped out. Frankie, Juice, Lance, Vin, Tony, and Bull all piled out of their respective cages, leaving only the drivers. Frankie and Tony grabbed Luce completely unaware and manhandled him through the space between the car and the rear SUV and shoved him into the van.

The rest of the men, hidden from the street by the cages, pulled guns and surrounded the car. Viper gripped the wheel tight, but he was completely boxed in, and there was no way to get out of the car and leave on foot.

Vin stepped up to the window and knocked on the glass with his gun. "Get out. We just want to talk to you."

Viper let go of the wheel but didn't move to open the door.

"We can talk to you whole, or broken. You aren't getting past us. Just cooperate; save us all some time and blood." Vin paused a moment, giving Viper the chance to unlock the door. "Put a point in your favor Viper."

Viper ever so slowly started to take off the seatbelt.

"Good boy. Leave the car on, put any weapons on the passenger's seat and unlock the door."

Viper unlocked the door with his left hand, his right in the air. Vin pulled the door open and Viper got out.

"Gun's under the seat." He mumbled.

Vin and Juice both searched him anyway. Vin nodded his head satisfied and they walked him to the van where Luce was being guarded by Frankie Tony and Happy. They threw Viper in and both climbed in as well to help guard the men.

"Lance, get the tire changed and take the car to the shop." With that order Vin slammed the door shut.

Lance popped the trunk of the car, the few men left in the street jumped into open seats in the SUV's and the club made their way through town.

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