Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or anything else associated with the franchise. All that beautiful goodness comes from its creators. Thank you
Story is rated M for mature themes, language and sexual content.
December 6th, 2008
The sound of the motorcycle pulling up to the house caught her attention. Clary dropped the dirty dishes in the sink grabbed the baby monitor off the counter and stomped towards the front door in anger. She had called Jax the moment she got off the phone with Piney and when he hadn't answered she texted him to come over asap. That had been an hour ago and by this point she was livid about everything her uncle had told her.
She pulled the door up before snarling at the blonde standing there, "I texted you an hour ago Jackson!"
"Sorry, I didn't get your text until I was already at the police station." he answered holding his hands in apology.
Clary's tongue clicked in annoyance, "Why were you at the station?"
"ATF is holding Unser for questioning, I went to see if he knows where Opie is." he eyed her as he spoke and immediately noticed her shoulders slump at the mention of Opie.
She reached out taking his hand and tugged him into the house. After pushing the door shut, she turned to face him, "Opie was picked up by the feds the other night."
"What?" Jax almost shouted.
Clary glared at him for being so loud with Josie in the next room, "Cheryl came by this morning…"
"Opie's neighbor?"
Nodding she continued, "She said the other night that Opie, Donna and the kids were taken away by the feds around two thirty in the morning."
"Shit." he cursed looking up at the ceiling for a second before looking back at her and noticing she was biting her lip. That was a definite sign there was more, "What? What else happened?"
"Cheryl said they left the house without handcuffs and were carrying suitcases."
Jax looking down at the ground brushing his hair back as he sighed, "That's not good…. the guys already think he's ratted and that doesn't help."
"Opie's not a rat!" Clary growled grabbing his kutte and looked up to stare him straight in the eyes, "Stahl is a smart woman she's trying to make him look like a rat."
"I know…. I agree."
Her eyes grew serious, "They took him into custody the other night and they can only hold him for forty-eight hours."
"How do you know that?"
She ignored his question, "Which means he will be out by tomorrow. And like I said she's smart so I wouldn't be surprised if she uses federal money to pay off some of their debt to make it look like he took a deal."
"Fuck…."
"They won't try to hide it either they will want to make sure the club will find out that his debt has been paid."
Jax ran his hand through his hair again looking worried, "What do we do?"
Clary grabbed his hand, "You have to go to Clay and tell him that Stahl is setting him out as a rat."
"Yeah…. yeah I will." he pulled his hand away and moved to step around her for the door.
"That's not all Jax," she grabbed his kutte again making him stop, "Paying off his debt won't be enough, she knows Opie isn't going to give her anything and that she will have to let him go when the time is up. She's going to wire him Jackson, in hopes of hearing something or hoping that we find it just to solidify the fact that he's turned. It will probably be his phone… maybe his truck too."
His eyes widened, "You think she will really do all that?"
"You need to tell Clay all of this. There can't be any doubt Jax."
"Yeah I'll tell him everything. I'll see you later." he kissed her cheek before disappearing out the door.
She watched him climb on his bike and once he had backed out of the drive way and drove off, she turned on her heel. Walking into the kitchen she went to the table, pushing her everyday generic flip cellphone to the side as she grabbed her purse. She opened the bag, digging into the bottom of it where her fingers slipped between the purse's outer layer and the inner liner. Reaching into the hidden slit her hand found the item she was looking for.
When she pulled her hand out of her purse, she was clutching a high-end smart phone. Immediately she unlocked it and opened the contacts searching for a name that would be able to give her the information she was looking for. As she hit send on the call, she knew Jax wouldn't let anything happen to Opie which left her to take care of this charge hanging over Bobby.
"And where exactly did you get this intel?" Tig glared at the VP from across the table.
Currently only Jax, Clay and Tig were in church, everyone else were out working in the garage. Jax had just deliver all the information he had learn but not twenty minutes ago, "I got the info from Clary."
"How would she know this?" Clay questioned.
Jax frowned, "It doesn't matter the point is that she's right. Stahl is going to set Opie up as a rat to cause discord for the club. She wants us to start fighting in hopes that we'll make a mistake."
Clay and Tig glanced at one another before Clay tapped his knuckle on the table looking back over to Jax, "Clary is probably right, but we will have to wait and see what Opie has to say when he shows back up."
"I know she's right. Opie would never betray this club." Jax spoke just as his phone vibrated once to indicate a text. He pulled the device from his pocket flipping it open, "I got to go to St. Thomas."
Clay watched Jax rise from his seat, "Everything alright?"
"Yeah, Tara just needs me to come by. I'll be back later."
"Bye." Clay looked back over at Tig as Jax left the room.
Tig was staring at him with deep frown, "What do you think?"
"Well she was right since Juice alright found the payoff. We're just going to have to wait and see what Rosen has to say later." Clay answered.
Josie was sitting on the couch a spoon in her tiny hand that she was using to eat her lunch of mac and cheese. The coffee table had been pushed away and in its place were dozens of papers spread out all of the floor. Clary sat on the ground with her back against the couch, in her hand was an aerial photograph of the street that the safe house for one Eviqua Michaels was located.
Among the files was everything about the girl who was the sole witness in Bobby's case, along with all the details that Stahl had on the sons and finally the all information on the safe house being used by the feds. The papers had arrived at Clary's door an hour ago delivered by a man in a black suit driving an expensive BMW that normal delivery men didn't drive. With the papers was a note from their provider, a man by the name of Stuart who happened to be in her opinion the best hacker in the world. Something like this last minute would have cost her a fortune, but the note simply said, 'Oh the house, only because I owe you one.'
The note had made her smile, she would have to remind him that he owed her at least three more favors. She dropped the aerial photograph before picking up a paper that listed the times that the sheriffs would be having their shift changes starting tomorrow when the girl would be moved into the building.
The girl, Eviqua, was just seventeen and a prime example of someone being in the wrong place and the wrong time. Clary stared down at the picture of the young woman on the ground, debating herself internally on how to handle the situation. Her first instinct from all her training was to put a bullet in the head of the girl and all the people guarding the house. Yet, as she stared at the photograph, she reminded herself this girl was just starting out she hadn't learned the ins and outs of life yet. Hell, at her age Clary had killed at least twenty-seven men when she entered a compound in Libya to free her trapped team mates. She pondered that for a second, it was at least twenty-seven only because she wasn't entirely sure how many men had died when the bomb in the hills went off.
"Momma movie!" Josie's little voice from behind her brought her out of her thoughts.
She looked up to see that the Little Mermaid had ended so she climbed to her feet, "What next?"
"Again."
Clary turned to look at her, "Really?"
Josie nodded making Clary sigh as she sat back down hitting play with the remote making the Little Mermaid start over. Once her little tyrant was appeased, she turned back to the files spread over the floor. With a little work and a few phone calls she could set the girl up with a new life completely untraceable unlike witness protection. She sighed glancing over her shoulder at her little girl for only a second before she knew what she had to do.
She picked up the smart phone that was sitting next to her and hit re-dial on the phone. She grinned, knowing her favorite hacker would be a bit annoyed with all the back to back phone calls.
The men of Sam Crow left church growing rowdy as they walked up to the bar to celebrate Opie being cleared as a rat from the AFT. Tig pushed the door shut once everyone was out of the room before turning to Clay, "His truck and phone were wired. I killed them both."
"Jesus Christ." Clay whispered gripping the back of the chair.
Stepping forward Tig placed his hand on the table a dark look in his eyes, "Opie has turned on us."
"We already knew there was chance he was going to be wired."
Tig sucked on his bottom lip for a second before reaching up to rub his chin with his hand, "You heard what Rosen said. The feds know Jax was there and how it all went down. The only people who knew all those details are either in the next room or in sitting in a jail cell."
"Jax will never be able to hurt him." Clay sighed his shoulders slumping, "We can't take to this a vote. I've seen this shit before it's something that can crush a charter."
"Then we do it quiet."
Clay turned towards his sergeant at arms with a questionable look, "Are you sure? Your relationship with Clary won't affect you will it."
Tig shook his head, "Nah man, she's just something I stick my dick into."
The Sam Crow President eyed him, "We will need total deniability. This death can never land on our feet."
"It won't be problem, I can do this." Tig whispered pointing to himself.
Clay wasn't able to respond before the door to church was pushed opened by Jax, "What's going on?"
"Ah, I'm just catching Tig up on what he missed." Clay answered to the blonde-haired man as Tig nodded in agreement.
Jax eyed the two, "Everything Opie said… you believe him, right?"
Tig and Clay looked at one another before Clay nodded his head in the direction of the door. The sergeant at arms didn't say anything before disappearing out the door and pulling it shut behind him. Clay turned back to Jax, "Of course I do."
"Did you have Tig sweep his truck?"
Clay nodded, "Yeah it was wired just like Clary said it would be. Opie doesn't know anything about it."
"So, he is clear of this shit, right?"
Clay nodded, "You don't have to worry. I love Opie too, bro."
Jax looked at him carefully for a moment before nodding. Clay smiled clapping his hand on his step son's back, "Come on let's go join the party."
"Yeah," Jax answered but remained in his spot, "I just have to make a quick call."
Clay nodded leaving the room as Jax pulled his phone from his pocket. The moment he was alone he flipped his phone open hitting one of the numbers on his speed dial.
Clary answered the phone after eyeing the caller id, "What's the word Jax?"
"Just got done talking to Clay, Ope is in the clear."
She gripped the phone, "You're sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Jax answered.
Her shoulders relaxed at the sound of genuine relief in his voice, "Good."
"Now all we have to do is find this witness who ID Bobby."
Clary looked over the steering wheel and out the windshield of the brown 88' buick lesabre she was currently sitting in parked against a curb. She stared down the street at the small house before her eyes shifted over to the sheriff's car parked across from it. Biting her lower lip for a second, she responded to Jax, "They will have to release the name soon."
"We'll have to find out before they take it to trial. Anyways, what are you doing?"
"I'm out picking up decorations for Abel's party tomorrow. After I drop them with Gemma I'm going to go swing by and check on Donna." she answered looking back over at the small ranch.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Definitely, bye Jax."
"Bye Clary."
She snapped the phone shut and dropped it back on the seat before reaching for the key to start the car. As it roared to life, she glanced down at her watch to see the clock turn to four pm. Looking back up she watched as one of the two feds guarding the house came walking around from the back yard to do their hourly patrol. Having been watching the house for the last two hours, she knew they were operating like clock-work.
Shifting the car into drive, Clary pulled away from the curb and turned down the side street that was just before the safe house. Driving away she knew after tomorrow the Sons weren't going to have to worry about Bobby going to trial.
Pulling into the drive way, Clary parked her jeep and climbed out before walking into the house. She had just dropped off all the decorations for Abel's party at Jax's house before heading home. Entering through the front door she could hear the tv still playing the little mermaid. Chuckling to herself she walked into the living room to see Ansley, a teenager from up the street sitting on the sofa next to Josie.
"Don't tell me she has been making you watch that this entire time?"
The fifteen-year-old brunette turned around with a jump and Clary laughed again, "Sorry I didn't mean to surprise you."
"I just didn't hear you come in." she climbed to her feet as she smiled, "And yeah it's been on repeat."
"Momma!" Josie shouted from her spot on the couch reaching out for her.
Clary stepped around and picked up her little munchkin and cuddled her against her before kissing the top of her head. Shifting Josie to her hip she smiled at the babysitter, "We're going to Opie's so I'll walk you home."
"Oh, thank you!" the girl jumped to her feet picking up purse from the floor. Clary smiled directing her outside where they walked up the street in the direction of Opie's house. Ansley lived halfway between the two and when they reached her house Clary handed the girl some money. She smiled at the older woman, "Thanks Ms. Clary."
She took off up her driveway pausing at her front door to turn and wave good bye. Josie and Clary waved backed before continuing their way down to Opie's. They reached his house, Josie reached out pressing the doorbell several times. Clary didn't stop her only smiled when she heard Donna's annoyed voice shouting that she was coming. The door swung open making Josie stop and Donna looked out with an annoyed look which changed when she saw them, "Clary."
"Hey Donna." Clary spoke as Josie shouted a happy, "Dona!"
Pulling the door open she smiled, "Come on in. Opie should be home any minute."
Clary walked in and Donna pushed the door shut behind her before following her into the house. Stopping in the living room Clary watched as Donna passed the dining room table, which was already set up for dinner before walking into the kitchen.
"I'll set you a place at the table." she called from the kitchen.
"Thanks!" Clary answered as she carried Josie across the living room towards the bedrooms. She lowered the toddler to the floor, "Go surprise Ellie."
Josie giggled dashing down to her cousin's room making Clary smile. Turning around she headed back to the kitchen to help Donna finish dinner. When she entered, Donna glanced over her shoulder from the stove, "Hey can you carry the salad bowl to the table?"
"Sure!" she grabbed the bowl from the counter and carried it out to the table. After placing it down she walked back into the kitchen and stopped next to Donna leaning against the counter. Donna turned to look at her as she spoke, "You want to tell me what happened before Opie gets home."
Her shoulders slumped as she sighed, "They showed up here banging on the door at two in the morning. Barged into the house and demanded we pack some bags, that they were taking Opie in for questioning. They took us to some facility in Stockton, they kept Opie alone in a room the whole time while the kids and I were kept in some ridiculous play room."
"They let you out last night?"
"Yeah, after that bitch Stahl tried to get me to turn on Opie." Donna frowned gripping the handle on the oven before turning back to her with worried eyes, "We didn't tell them anything Clary."
"I know you wouldn't."
That didn't seem to subdue her worry as she continued, "Opie said Stahl was setting him out as a rat. Clay and the others know Opie wouldn't rat, right?"
Clary gave her a reassuring smile as she reached out to placing her hands on the other woman's shoulders, "I already spoke to Jax. He said they know Opie would never rat. So, don't worry he's in the clear."
"'Oh, thank god." Donna breathed leaning into the other woman's embrace. She wrapped her arms around Clary hugging her tightly.
Clary returned the hug, "Jax and I would never let anything happen to Opie."
"I know, I just…. I just can't help but worry."
The sound of the front door opening broke them apart and they turned to see Opie walking into the living room. He stopped when he saw Clary, "Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I just missed that big ugly face of yours." she answered skipping forward towards him.
He caught her in a hug chuckling, "Your one to talk."
"Hey!" she growled pinching his side.
"Ow!" he laughed shoving her lightly.
Donna watched them play fight for a second before banging her hand on the counter, "Alright you two break it up."
The pair smiled at one another as they pushed each other a few more times while walking into the kitchen. Donna watched with a smile as they carried the dinner bowls to the table while still throwing insults at one another. She left the kitchen walking to the hallway before shouting for the kids that dinner was ready. It didn't take long before she heard the scampering of feet as the kids came running out of their room. She waited till they passed her before she herself turned heading for the table.
Ellie and Kenny had already taken their seats as the table as had Opie at the head of the table. Clary had taken the seat next to Ellie with Josie in her lap. Moving forward she took the seat between Opie and Kenny. Opie turned to smile at her holding the plate of chicken out for her to take. Donna returned the smile as she took the plate and her eyes moved across the table when the children started laughing. Clary was making a face that had sent Ellie and Kenny into a fit of giggles. She laughed as she looked back to Opie who was also grinning at the display. His eyes meet her and his grin turned into a chuckle as he reached over to lay his hand on hers. They smiled at one another as the sounds of their family's laughter filled the room.
Clary looked up at the calendar on the wall of Jax's house as she dropped her purse on the kitchen counter. Today's date, the 8th was circled with a red marker probably by Gemma who was overly ecstatic about Abel coming home. She was also excited which was why she was here at nine in the morning to help decorate.
"Clary," Gemma's voice called from the living room, "Can you grab the banner off the table and bring it to me?"
"Sure," she called back walking over to the table and picked up the banner that read 'Welcome Home Abel'. Smiling down at it, she grabbed a chair and dragged it behind her into the living room. She stopped a few feet from her looking around the room, "Where do you want to hang this?"
Gemma glanced around before pointing up to the wall next to her, "We can hang it up there."
"Alright then." Clary answered dragging the chair over and climbing up on it to hang up the banner.
Once the banner was secured to the wall she climbed back down to the floor as Gemma walked over holding out blue ribbon. She took it and immediately started to wrap it around the columns between the living room and kitchen.
"Wendy is out right now getting some balloons. Her and Jax should be arriving here with Abel around six." Gemma announced as she spun some more blue ribbon around the room.
Clary glanced over at her, "What time did you tell anyone to arrive?"
"Around five."
"Do you have enough food and beer?"
"Yeah, that's all taken care of." Gemma replied.
Clary nodded as she glanced over to the center of the living room where Josie was shredding paper making a mess. She smiled and was about to walk over and stop her when her cellphone started ringing from the other room. Stepping around Gemma she walked back into the kitchen and pulled her phone from her purse.
Gemma followed her, but stopped in the doorway to lean against the frame watching her with curious eyes. Clary glanced at the phone, "It's work."
She answered the phone and was greeted by silence on the other end. She had set up her computer last night to dial the phone at this time, but still answered it with a, "This is Clara."
Gemma listened from the doorway as Clary continued, "I can't do that tonight I'm sorry."
She went silent for a second and Gemma watched with a raised eye brow as Clary's shoulders slumped, "And this has to be done tonight? …. Ok …... alright."
"Yes, I understand. I'll get it done." Clary finished clicking the phone shut.
"What was that about?" Gemma questioned.
She frowned dropping the cell back into her purse, "There is an art viewing tonight in San Francisco. Apparently, there is a piece there that one of our most valued clients wants us to procure."
"What does that have to do with you?" the biker queen frowned.
"They've requested me to handle the transaction. I have to go to the art show tonight."
"Seriously? Tonight…" Gemma growled, "Abel is coming home."
Clary sighed, "I can wait till Jax brings Abel home and then head out. It shouldn't take me long at the gallery so if traffic isn't shit, I can be back in time to help you clean up after the party."
"But you're going to miss the whole thing."
"I know, but it is work Gem."
The older woman grimaced, "Fine, but you can't leave until they get here."
"Not a problem." Clary smiled.
Gemma rolled her eyes before turning back to the living room, "Let's finish decorating."
The house was already packed full of people by six that evening. They were moving through beer quickly so Clary had gone out into the garage to grab a few six packs to put in the fridge. As she entered the kitchen, Sam came walking in from the living room, "Hey Clary."
"Hey Sam, do you want a beer?" Clary asked setting the cases down on the floor as she opened the fridge.
"Yes, please."
Grabbing one of the cold beers from the fridge she passed it to her friend, "I'm glad you came."
"I wouldn't miss Abel's coming home party." the red-head smiled.
"I'm afraid I also have a request."
Sam's eyebrow rose, "Yeah, what do you need?"
"I have to run into San Fran tonight, can you take Josie home after the party and put her to bed?" Clary asked.
Sam smiled, "Oh course. You know I love spending time with that munchkin."
"Thanks, it shouldn't take me too long so I won't be out late." the two hugged briefly before Clary finished loading the beer into the fridge. As she finished up the sound of people cheering from the living room alerted them the guest of honor had arrived.
The two women left the kitchen to see Jax smiling from ear to ear holding his son proudly before everyone. Once the crowd around him thinned out Clary stepped forward with a smile, "Fatherhood looks good on you Jackson."
"Thanks sis." he responded with his hundred-watt smile that would make others swoon.
Clary leaned towards Abel to kiss his forehead and then stood up on her tip toes to place a kiss on Jax's cheek, "I have to go, but I just wanted to stay long enough to see this handsome hunk."
"Thanks, you're not that bad looking either." Jax grinned.
She rolled her eyes, "I was talking about Abel."
Jax laughed, "Thanks for sticking around."
"I'll see you two later." she replied squeezing his arm and turned around to walk over to the couch where Donna and Piney were sitting. Ellie and Kenny were sitting on the floor in front of Piney while Josie was snuggling against Donna on her lap. She crouched down next to the side of the couch beside Donna, "I have to getting going. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'm thinking about coming back tonight to help Gemma clean up, so I might be here when you get back." Donna smiled.
"Then I'll see you later and don't worry Sam is going to take Josie home for me." Clary smiled and leaned forward to kiss Josie's head, "Goodnight baby."
"Be careful Clary."
She gave Donna a wink while ruffling the tops of Ellie and Kenny's head as she passed. They shouted at her as she laughed walking away back into the kitchen to grab her purse. There were several shouts of bye as she left the house which she shouted back farewells of her own. She climbed into her jeep that was parked on the street right at the end of Jax's driveway. Putting the vehicle in drive she left the party behind.
Instead of heading west to San Francisco she drove south towards Stockton and pulled into a self-storage facility on the outskirts of the city. She stopped in the back of the complex at one of the units placing the jeep in park, but not turning it off. Climbing out she walked over to a unit swinging a set of keys in her fingers that she used to open the rolling door.
Crouching down she grab the door and pushed it opened to reveal the brown buick lesabre she had been driving yesterday. Walking into the unit Clary climbed into the vehicle and backed it of the storage unit until she was next to her jeep. Shutting the buick off she climbed back into the jeep and pulled into the unit in place of the other car.
After parking the jeep, she shut it off and grabbed a large duffle bag out of the back seat and pushed the rolling door back down to give herself some privacy. Once it was closed, she kicked off her shoes and stripped out of jeans and t-shirt. Pulling out a pair of black nylon pants and black shirt from her bag she slipped them on. Next, she pulled out a pair of black boots that she quickly stepped into and laced them up making sure they were secured.
When she was dressed, she walked to the back of the unit where there was a small table against the building and a mirror hanging on the wall. Dropping the bag next to the table she pulled a bag of hair pins out and started rolling and pinning her chocolate locks onto the top of her head. Once all her hair was secured, she pulled a container from the bag that was labeled Jenny Crenshaw and a Texas driver's license baring the same name. She propped the ID up against the wall before opening the plastic container to reveal several pieces of facial prosthetics.
Pulling the prosthetics from the container she slipped one of them onto her chin that transformed it from square to an oval shape. Using adhesives, she secured the piece before doing the same to pieces on her cheeks and nose. Once everything was placed, she pulled a makeup bag out of the duffel and a few minutes later her immaculate makeup skills smoothed everything out. Next, she opened a contact case and slipped the blue eye contacts into place to come her own hazel eye color. Finished with that she crouched down to pulled a blonde wig out of the bag and slipped into onto her head. Making sure it was secured she twisted the blonde locks up into a tight bun.
After the wig was in place she looked up in the mirror, the face staring back at her was no longer the face of Clara Winston. Now it was a face that matched the ID sitting in front of her, she smiled at the mirror as she spoke to herself in a flawless southern Texas accent, "This should do just fine."
"Want some more coffee?" Deputy Wallace asked holding up and shaking his thermos.
Deputy Mitchell leaned back in the driver's seat, "No thanks, anymore coffee and I'll have to go take a piss."
"Suit yourself." Wallace responded pouring himself some more coffee before dropping the thermos back onto the floor next to him. He sipped the beverage and looked back over at his partner, "I'm going to miss this easy overtime money."
Mitchell chuckled, "My waist line isn't going to miss this."
"Yeah, the one downside to protective detail." Wallace laughed.
Sitting in the sheriff's vehicle the men kept their eyes on the street and the safe house across from them. Everything was quiet just like the previous night and despite the coffee Wallace felt his eyelids growing heavy as he laid against the head rest. His eyes were almost closed when a sudden flash of red light in the passenger side mirror made him jump.
"You alright?" Mitchell asked looking over with a raised eyebrow.
Wallace leaned forward to look in the mirror, but only saw an empty sidewalk and a car parked behind them that had been there for hours already. Puzzled he reached for the door handle, "Yeah, I just want to go check something out."
Mitchell watched Wallace climb of the car and close the door behind him. Shaking his head, he turned forward and pulled his phone from his pocket. As it lit up, he glanced over to look in the mirror to see Wallace strolling down the sidewalk. He turned his attention back to his phone to text his kids to do their homework before placing it on the dashboard in front of him. Looking at the clock it was only fifteen minutes till eight which meant it was going to be a long time before their relief showed up at five. Sighing he turned his head back to the mirror expecting Wallace to still be walking around but the sidewalk was empty.
Confused he pushed the door opened and stepped out of the car glancing around the street for any sign of his partner. Still not seeing anything he called out, "Wallace?"
With no response he reached for his weapon as he moved to take a step forward when something suddenly slammed the car door against his side. The hit was followed by sharp pain in his neck that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He gripped the top of the car door pushing it away from him as he tried to steady himself his head unexpectedly growing fuzzy. He strained to turn his head to look behind him, but he hardly moved an inch when his eyes rolled back in head and his body started to slump to the ground.
She stepped around the door quickly to push the man back into the car as his body collapsed. Luckily, he landed in the seat with only his feet still hanging outside of the car. She lifted his legs one at a time back into the car before position his head against the head rest to make it look like he was just monitoring the street. Once he was placed, she closed the door before moving swiftly across the street towards the safe house. She had rolled the other sheriff under a hedge once he had passed out from the sedative.
With the outside threat handled she disappeared into the backyard of the house, hiding in the shadows knowing she only had a few minutes until the Feds did their hourly patrol. She waited crouched down in the dark and when the male federal agent walked out onto the back patio, he couldn't spot her. He looked around the back yard before walking a few feet and stopping when his feet touched grass.
When he stopped to light a cigarette, she dashed forward leaping onto the man's back as she slammed the needle of the syringe in her hand into his neck. The man's hand flew back to grab up, but he was too slow as she leapt off his back and crouched low to the ground. She watched as he reached for his gun turning slowly, but before he could fully grasp the handle his knees gave out and he crashed to the ground. In seconds she was up, slipping into the house through the open patio door. Entering the kitchen, she put herself flush against the side of the refrigerator when she heard the female federal agent's voice growing closer.
"Come in Sheriff Mitchell."
She glanced around the fridge to see the agent enter the living room from a hallway that led to the bedrooms. The woman was holding a radio in her hand calling for the sheriff over and over again. When she wasn't receiving any reply, she headed for the front door to go check on the sheriffs. She had just placed her hand on the door knob when someone grabbed her roughly by the hair and slammed her face against the door.
The agent crumbled to the ground, already unconscious from the blow. She crouched down next the woman and grabbed her arm while pulling another syringe from her pocket. The blow to the head would only knock her out for maybe an hour, but she couldn't have her waking up before any of the others so she injected her with the same sedative.
With all the guards down, she slipped her gun from her thigh holster and made her way down the hallway. There was only one room with a light on and when she turned into the room, she raised her gun up pointing it at the young woman cowering on the bed.
"Please don't hurt me!" the young woman pleaded holding her hands up.
"I need you to gather your things Ms. Michaels. Now." her southern drawl making the girl's eyes widen in surprise. When the girl didn't move, she took a step forward pointing the gun, "Now."
"Ok." Eviqua whimpered jumping up off the bed and grabbing her backpack.
"No electronics." she ordered when the girl went to reach for laptop on the bed.
Eviqua leapt away from the bed and grabbed some clothes shoving them into her backpack as the woman watched her closely. When she was done, she turned back to the blonde woman, "That's everything."
"Drop it."
She dropped the bag and the blonde approached her grabbing her arms roughly spinning her around. Eviqua whimpered when she felt the plastic slip around her wrist bounding her hands together. The blonde picked up the backpack and slung it over her shoulder before grabbing the younger girl by the arm. She dragged the girl out of the room and down the hall into the living room.
When they turned the corner Eviqua's eyes landed on the body of the fed and she gasped, "Is she dead?"
"Not as long as you do what I say."
They approached the door, but stopped just a few inches from the fed's body. The blonde spun the girl around to face her, "Now I need you to listen very carefully. We're going to walk one block south to a brown buick. You scream or try to run I'll put a bullet in you, do you understand?"
Eviqua nodded, but when the woman only glared at her she quickly responded, "Yes, I understand."
"If you see someone and you think about screaming or signaling for help, I'll kill you and them. I don't care if it's a guy walking his dog or a family driving home from dinner. It doesn't matter man, woman or child I will put a bullet in every single one of them. Do you understand?"
The younger girl's eyes widen in horror and she answered with a shaky, "Yes."
"Good." the blonde grabbed the door pulling it open before dragging the girl outside with her.
They walked down the walkway to the sidewalk turning left to head south. Luckily for them they didn't see anyone not even a passing car. When they reached the buick the blonde grabbed the door handle yanking the car door open and shoved Eviqua roughly in the car. Once the girl was inside, she slammed the door shut before walking around to the driver's side. She didn't have to worry about the girl trying to escape now since she had removed the interior door handle.
Climbing into the car she dropped the backpack onto the floor in between then. She quickly started the car, shifted it into drive and the vehicle lurched forward away from the curb.
Eviqua looked around with terrified eyes as they left Stockton heading west. They had been driving in silence for twenty minutes before she turned back to her captor, "Where are you taking me?"
"To the train station in Oakland, where you are going to board the nine thirty train to Columbia, South Carolina." she answered.
"South Carolina." Eviqua whispered.
The blonde glanced over to her, "You will board the train for Columbia, but you going to get off the train when it stops in Austin, Texas. I have an associate there who is going to set you up with a new life in Baton Rouge."
"I don't understand. Who are you? Why are you doing this?" the girl cried.
"Who I am isn't any of your concern and why…. because I can't have this case your apart of go to trial. And while every ounce of my training would have had me put a bullet in your head and in the heads of each person watching that safe house; I realized your just a scared girl who didn't know the best thing would have been to keep your mouth shut. So, I decided the right thing to do would have you disappear."
Eviqua's eyebrows furrowed, "But they were going to put me in witness protection. I would have had a new life anyways."
The blonde laughed, "Witness protection doesn't erase you sweetheart. There is always going to be a paper trail, which means someone like me is always going to be able to find you. If you really want to start over you have to know someone who can really make you disappeared and luckily for your I know the right person."
"Why do you care about this trial so much?"
"That also isn't any of your concern." the woman retorted.
The car went quiet again for several minutes and as they got closer to the train station in Oakland the blonde reached down next to her. She grabbed the driver's license and train ticket sitting on the seat and held it up for the girl to see. Eviqua glanced at the ID to see her own driver's license picture next to the name of Tiffany Anderson. The first-class train ticket in her hand also bared the name of Tiffany Anderson.
"This will be your name until you reach Austin. When you reach there my associate will take you to Baton Rouge and set you up with whatever you need. An apartment, job, a car anything you need they will handle it."
"How will I know them?"
The blonde glanced at her, "They already know who you are. They will find you."
Eviqua looked nervous at that and she went quiet turning to stare back out the passenger side window contemplating rather or not she could run once she was on the train. However, the blonde seemed to read her mind, "If you think about running or calling for help, don't. There will be eyes on you at all times and they have orders to kill you and anyone else who gets in their way in which ever way they prefer if you deviate from the plan. Do you understand?"
"…. Yes." she whispered.
They pulled up in front of the train station, stopping at the curb. When the vehicle was parked the blonde turned towards to Eviqua, "You're going to walk into the train station and board the number 10 train without speaking to anyone. Once you're on the train you have a first-class compartment where I suggest you stay in it and try to get some sleep. I also want you to know that when you get settled into your new life there will be someone monitoring you to make sure you do what you are suppose too."
"I understand." the girl answered shakily.
The blonde's eyes turned serious, "If you ever tell anyone about this or the crime you witnessed… you will wake up to find yourself working in Albanian whore house for the rest of your life praying to god that every day will be your last. Do you understand?"
Eviqua shook with fear at that last threat, "Yes."
"Good." the blonde announced turning and climbing out of the car. She walked around the vehicle and pulled the passenger side door open and helped the younger girl out of the seat. Once she was out, the blonde grabbed the girl's backpack before cutting the plastic wire away from the girl's hands. With her hands freed she shoved the backpack in the girl's arms. The woman looked at her, "Right to the train, no stops. We are watching."
Eviqua nodded hugging the bag close to her chest before running off to the entrance of the station.
She watched until the girl was out of sight before climbing back into the buick and driving away heading east back to Stockton. Twenty minutes into the ride back her smart phone started to buzz and she picked it up glancing at the text message, 'girl is on train'.
Her shoulders relaxed at the text message and a sigh escaped her as she flipped the radio on to fill the silence for the rest of the drive. It was just before ten when she pulled back up to the storage unit her jeep was sitting in. After pushing the door open, she yanked the wig off her head and began pulling the pins out as she closed the rolling door so she could change. By the time she had reached the mirror Clary had removed the prosthetics off her face and her hair was once again loose and free.
She changed quickly and shoved everything back into the duffle bag before throwing the door back open again. She backed the jeep out and quickly pulled the buick back into its place before locking the unit back up. By the time the clock hit ten fifteen Clary was pulling out of the storage center heading north back to Charming.
Like before she flipped the radio on to fill the jeep with noise. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she drove pass the Welcome to Charming sign. Knowing that main street was her fastest route back to Gemma's she turned her blinker on and made the left-hand turn. Driving down main street Clary reached for her phone to call Gemma to let her know she was minutes away when the flashing blue and red lights of cop cars caught her attention. Her eyebrows furrowed at all the vehicles blocking the road and she slowed down as she approached.
"What the hell is going on?" she whispered inching forward and looking around trying to figure out what was happening. As her eyes moved around checking out each car she froze and her hands tightened on the steering wheel when her eyes landed on Opie's truck. She slammed her foot down on the gas and turned the wheel swerving into a parking spot before hitting the brakes.
She almost fell to the ground in her rush to get out of the jeep, but when her feet were finally planted on the pavement she ran forward. Her eyes shifted from Opie's truck over to another vehicle that she recognized as Donna's car. There were rows of cop cars and SAMCRO motorcycles between her and whatever had happened.
Running forward she shoved her way through the small crowd that had gather and ducked under the police caution that was blocking off the crime scene. There were several shouts made in her direction but she tuned them out as her eyes took in everything around her. The rear windshield on Opie's truck was scattered and there were red streaks of blood on the windows. She stumbled forward her eyes moving over the members of SAMCRO who stood near the scene each one of them looking devasted.
As she continued forward someone grabbed her by the arm and she roughly shoved them away as she tried to get closer. Her heart was slamming into her chest when she finally saw Opie who was on his knees slumped over a tiny body lying still on the ground.
"Clary!" came a shout from behind her. She didn't turned as Hale suddenly appeared behind her catching her just as her legs gave out. His arms wrapped around her holding her close against him as he whispered, I'm so sorry over and over into her ear.
She didn't say anything just continued to stare forward, the only sound she could hear was of her cousin wailing in agony.