The night was cold as Chibs pulls into Redwoody's car park, parking his bike next to Quinn's. He hurries to get inside before the sharp chill of the night manages to seep into his old bones, letting his walls down for just a moment he imagines Juice walking beside him, teasing him about getting on in age and asking if he can manage the steps on his own. Chibs would have given him a quick shove, warning him to watch his tongue and respect his elders but a smirk would still be pulling at his lips. He feels a stab of guilt at the thought, his loyalty should lie only with the Sons, traitors shouldn't so much as enter his mind, especially now he holds the position of president.

The patch still sits heavily on Chibs kutte. It's been two months since he had inherited it from the former President; with a brother club looking to take vengeance Jax was forced to go on the run. A lot had happened in the previous few months. The club had gone on a killing spree after Tara's murder. Jax had killed Gemma and shot Unser who was recovering understandably far away from the club's reach and had refused to accept any apologies Chibs had spent his way. Bobby had been tortured and still lay in a hospital bed, leaving Chibs to scramble to push Redwood onto even ground on his own.

He was attending chapel now, entering the room most members were already sat around the reaper, just Ratboy and Montez were absent. Deciding to start without them, he went to sit down. Discussions had been similar for weeks; Bobby was recovering well, negotiations between the One-Niners and The Mayans were civil. Only after twenty minutes or so when the conversation was dying down did Happy speak up.

''I spoke to Otis today.'' Chibs tensed at that since the club found out that Juice's greenlight hadn't been carried out two months ago and with no information as to why he was spared, the AB had cut off all contact and were rarely mentioned. Chibs suspected that their desertion was partially to do with T.O. being their newest member, a black man among their ranks was apparently the straw that broke the Camel's back.

Not usually hearing much from the Tacoma killer each member seemed to lean forward, giving Happy their fullest attention.

''Juice is getting out soon.'' grumbling loudly broke out after that announcement. Happy quelled it with a simple sharp glare, he'll have to teach Chibs that particular trick one day. ''In three days.'' Happy's disgruntled tone and tightened fists lets the rest of the table know what he thinks of the next suggestion ''We've been told to leave him, order came from the top of the Aryan chain.''

''That'll be Tully'' said T.O.

The door swung open interrupting any replies that were about to come. Two men stumbled in, Ratboy with blood rushing freely from his clearly broken nose, darkening bruises painted on most of the exposed skin and his left arm held protectively to his chest and Montez who was openly holding the other man up.

Tig was the first to jump up, moving over to help Montez lower Ratboy down onto a chair, ''What the hell happened?''

''I was on my way down here when my tire went down. I go to have a look and the next thing I know three Chinese guys jump me.''

''I found him on the floor. They must have left just before I got there.'' Montez adds on his way back from grabbing their Med Kit.

The attack isn't a surprise to any of the men. Disposing of the triads had proven more difficult than any of them expected. Only days ago, a fight had broken out with just Happy, Quinn and Chibs there, it left Chibs sporting a small cut and a purple bruise on the left side of his face.

Chibs has the most medical knowledge so it's left up to him to fix up Ratboy, in moments like this Tara's absence is more obvious than ever. Hissing with every stitch, Tig can't help but tell Ratboy to suck it up but there's no bite behind the words, although he'd never admit it, he's evidently worried about his younger brother. Happy stayed in the room as well, the tension in the air lets Chibs know the subject of Juice won't be dropped so easily. Quinn and T.O. left together to grab Ratboy's bike. Chibs puts them all under strict orders that no one rides alone until the threat is dealt with. Montez left the room giving them more privacy. Chibs can't help but be partially grateful for Ratboy's injury, the higher-ranking members can't openly discuss Juice with him in the room and it might give both men time to cool off.

With the last stitch in and his arm carefully placed into a cast until the fracture heals, Tig pulls Ratboy to his feet, handing him off to Montez whilst sharply giving the order for him to be watched tonight.

Chibs cuts them both off before they get the chance to speak "We're going after Juice. Doesn't matter what the AB wants, we can't let a traitor walk free." The words taste bitter in his mouth.

''He's an idiot but he's not stupid enough to head back to his own place. Not when he knows the club still wants him dead. He'll probably head to the cheapest motel he can find. I'll let some of our friends know we're looking and it should be easy enough to find him.'' Tig adds on as an afterthought ''Me and the prospect can scope out the area before we grab him''

Both Chibs and Happy nod along, it's a simple but reliable plan of action. He only joined a month ago but Chibs trusts the prospect enough to let him help, he's been a hang around of a couple of years now. ''The AB don't need to know our business; we'll make it look like a robbery gone wrong. They'll suspect us but they won't start a war over something they have no proof of.''

Chibs carries on talking as they leave the building, ''I'll see you boys tomorrow. Alverez wants to meet us at ten AM sharp.'' He casts a pointed glance at Tig ''Don't be late.''