The loud bang of the gavel could barely be heard through the overlapping voices that filled the room. Tensions were high and with Happy gone, all Mikhail could do was his best to wrangle the mens attention. "Would all of you shut the fuck up?!" The only moment of silence came when he finally stood from the head of the table, banging his fist against it instead of the gavel. "I just came from the scene. It was definitely Diesel. That's the second prospect to turn up dead with no cut, shit's personal. I got a contact at the coroners office, gonna have him see if there's any marks. Somethin' that'll tell us who's killing our guys." Murmurs filled the room, only making the man more aggravated. "How 'bout instead of gossiping like a bunch of old ladies, you give me some goddamn leads that make sense?"

The first voice to be heard was a deep voice from the middle of the table, thick with years of two packs a day and unchecked rage. "I'm telling you it's those motherfuckers from Loma. They been looking for a reason to run us out of Berdoo since they popped up. They tried steppin' in on Mando's territory last week. He's been selling off of Del Rosa since he learned to count and those weak bitches wanna try to punk him out? They're getting ballsy, Mickey. Enough to turn into the fuckin' Cut Collectors." A knowing shrug was given from the oldest member, Hyde as he gave an answer that the Vice President could work with. It made perfect sense. They'd had a rough year with the Club in the neighboring city and it was only a matter of time before violent retaliation could be expected.

"Nah, fuck Mando. I heard he's been shorting Grijalva with fake bills and he finally caught on. He knows Mando pays us to do the big runs for him, why not hit him right where its gonna hurt him the most? They probably think we're in on that shit too. Now we're gonna be in the middle of some cartel shit we didn't even ask for. I told you linking up with that shiesty rat was gonna fuck us over." The next to speak was their treasurer, Ocho who pointed a finger in the direction of their disgruntled leader for emphasis. He could never just be wrong. It stressed him out and the way he ran a hand jaggedly through his jet black hair when under duress let Mikhail know that he couldn't take his suggestion lightly. If Ocho was chiming in, there was weight behind it.

Before he could respond, another chimed in, this one hardly a veteran but just as cocky. "I'm with Hyde. I've seen 'em lurkin'. They end up riding down Waterman and for what? They ain't got no business being anywhere outside of Loma for a joyride. Take the fuckin' 10 instead of making us look at your ugly ass jean cuts every Tuesday. Who wears jean cuts?" The last part was more of a rant from their newest member Reid, who was the youngest aside from their prospect Filipe. He simply watched as the men took sides with both viable options, knowing his opinion wouldn't hold much weight without a patch.

"I say we keep prospect under close watch until Hap, Tex and Prince get back from Tucson next week. I think they're having problems in Nogales so be prepared to break the bank for some bail, Hyde. Just keep your families close. We're runnin' low on prospects and until we find out who this is, we won't know who they'll go for next if they find a way get to Fili. This is pretty much gonna be a light lockdown for everyone. Gotta get in contact with Chibbs, too, let him know whats going on. Klutz, you on that?" A nod of the head came from the tall blonde man seat to his left. Alex, or Klutz, had earned his nickname deservedly, but he was efficient at getting his job as their Secretary done. "Alright. We got orders at the warehouse tomorrow. Bring anyone who isn't legally obligated to be somewhere unless you can swing it. Now get the fuck out, you're giving me a migraine." The semi-joke was ended by another swing of the gavel, this one definitely heard by the group this time around. He needed time to figure things out, to make calls and reach out to his connections. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of of his stomach though, that told him their time til the next dead member was coming sooner than he'd like.