In all the time spent watching the airport Chibs hadn't caught a single person coming or going. Although Ratboy had been able to doze in the passenger seat for a couple of hours he hadn't been able to catch a wink of sleep either, as every time his lids drooped Jimmy's face in the barn came to him. The most eventful part of his night came when a couple hours after he'd placed his first call to Ireland, Fiona called again ignoring the time difference and together they'd told Kerrianne everything. When he heard his daughter crying at the other end of the phone he'd barely managed to keep from again tearing up himself. However, the last thing his daughter needed was to know how scared he was. After he'd hung up the cellphone a second time, the night remained eventless.

Shortly after dawn his cellphone went off again. This time it was Jax at the other end. Although he could sense that there was still a lack of trust in the younger man's voice, he listened until the younger man was finished talking and obeyed when told to meet him at the Irish's alcohol warehouse.

Chibs spotted a McDonalds on the way to the warehouse and pulled into the drive in. Without asking the prospect what he wanted he immediately ordered two coffees and two breakfast burritos.

The younger man eyed the burrito suspiciously as it was handed to him. "You do know there's probably some weird meat substitute in this, not any actual beef, right?"

Chibs hadn't meant to snap, but within moments he'd grabbed the burrito out of the prospect's hands and flung it out of the car window. "Well now you don't have to eat it do you? We wouldn't want you to get food poisoning now would we? But who knows, maybe if you died from it you wouldn't actually stay dead and would come back in one, maybe two years tops!" at this point, he didn't really care if Ratboy didn't understand that it wasn't personal, he just needed to take his anger out on somebody, and since the object of his rage didn't deserve the satisfaction of knowing how scared and angry he'd made him it was only fitting that a placebo target be used.

By the time they arrived at the warehouse, Ratboy was glaring out the window ignoring him, but Chibs felt much better. He knew that if Jimmy was in the warehouse he'd be able to face him without showing any sort of fear and more than anything he was determined to watch the smirk disappear from the other man's face.

When he first stepped out of the van and ran over to where Malone had been plowed down by the boxes Chibs almost felt elated. He had a feeling that Jimmy wouldn't be far off, and was prepared to catch his nemesis scrambling to escape the warehouse like the nonconfrontational coward he seemed to have become, or possibly always had been. Even when he'd considered O'Phelan among his friends years earlier the man had never seemed to want to actually do anything that involved getting his hands dirty.

After searching for several minutes the prospects returned seemingly empty handed. Almost as if he was afraid Chibs would unleash hell on him again when he spoke Ratboy tenatively delivered the last news the older biker wanted to hear. "There's nobody else in the warehouse."

"Jesus Christ!" Chibs yelled purposely kicking a stack of crates over in his rage before lunging at Malone who was now being held up by Happy and Juice. "Where is he?! Where's Jimmy O'Phelan?!" he swung his fist hitting Malone in the jaw as if the punch would bring out an answer quicker.

"I don't know! Galen assigned him to another project!" Malone responded, pausing to spit blood at the ground.

Now Jax was interested as well, "What other project?!"

"I don't know! They didn't tell me!"

xxx

Personally, Jimmy hated the task Galen had handed to him. If all went as planned, there would be massive casualties, which of course didn't bother him, but Filip would be among the casualties. This in itself also didn't bother him, the biker deserved to die. However, he had wanted to watch the life drain from the other man's face as he'd intended to do to him only a couple years earlier. Not to mention, the delivery man suit he was expected to wear to sneak into Teller-Morrow and plant the keg bomb looked frumpy and unflattering.

Jimmy was busying himself with removing the keg bomb from the delivery van when a figure came up behind him.

"Hey, you need any help there? I'm not much for heavy lifting, but I could probably sign for whatever it is you're delivering." automatically he turned towards the source of the voice, regretting his choice almost immediately. It was the old cop that had helped the club lure him to his attempted murder. Something flashed in the older man's eyes, and he immediately knew his cover was blown.

He'd left his gun back at the apartment he shared with Malone after Galen had insisted he couldn't shoot his way into the club house, but he still had his bare hands and he had no doubt the old man was about to reveal him. In a split second he grabbed the older man, whirling him around and pinning him to the side of the van, out of sight of anyone exiting the clubhouse. His hand went over the man's mouth trying to muffle any attempts to draw attention.

"Listen you stupid bastard, if you tell anyone what you saw, I will..." his words were cut off by a hard bite from the mouth of his captive. "You stupid fucking prick!" Jimmy jumped backwards briefly, glancing unintentionally at the blood oozing out of his hand. Unser tried to take the oppurtunity to escape, attempting to dart through the opening that had been left when the other man reacted to his bite. However, he reacted too slowly and Jimmy managed to land a blow to his jaw.

The old man dropped like a sack of bricks and suddenly Jimmy realized his cover might still be at risk. He wasn't sure if the man was simply unconcious or actually dead, but in either situation he didn't have time to dispose of the remains properly. It wasn't a secret that he was alive, and he'd quite enjoyed seeing the pain his reappearance had caused for SAMCRO, but if he wanted to please Galen and be allowed to return to his former status he had to get the keg bomb into the clubhouse without the pesky cop waking up and warning everybody before he was off the premises.

The trunk of a vacant car on the lot proved to be a suitable dumping place for the body. Almost as an afterthought, he'd searched the older man's pockets and found a handkerchief which he'd wrapped around his wounded hand. It would still be glaringly obvious and the wound would need proper treatment and dressing later, but at least if he covered the teeth marks he could claim to have cut his hand while moving the keg. He didn't plan to be noticed, but a obvious bite wound would attract attention of the wrong kind far too easily.

Once in the clubhouse he knew he had to keep his head down, hiding under the brim of the tacky delivery man hat as much as was possible. Of course, he'd need to attract someone's attention to sign over the keg, but a crow-eater could probably easily fulfill that need and would be unlikely to recognize him. Near the bar he found his easy mark. The girl looked to be barely older than what his step daughter would be now, and this he realized could make her a gullible target. After assessing her to make sure she wasn't actually someone close with the club and really was merely a whore he approached her hoping she'd be too dumb to realize his accent could also be a dead giveaway.

"I have a keg that needs to be signed for."

The woman paused for a second. "I don't know if I can help you with that. I should get Gemma, she's the boss around here."

Jimmy managed to keep his composure "You shouldn't bother your boss sweetheart, she's probably a very busy woman. It will only take a second then I'll be out of your hair."

He could immediately tell he'd weakened the crow-eater's resolve "I suppose I could sign for it, but I'd need a pen."

Jimmy produced the pen that had been in the front pocket of his work shirt and handed it to her, along with the clipboard. As she wrote down her signature he leaned against the counter, carefully placing the photo his goons had stolen a week earlier in the crossword book on the counter just sticking out enough that someone looking closely might become curious. At one point in the past he'd noted that Filip had a fondness for filling out crossword books and hoped that his old "friend" would see the missing photo moments before being blown to pieces and know exactly who had killed him.


Author's note: When this story was first posted last fall it was intended to try to follow the series as close as possible except with the addition of Jimmy O'Phelan as a character in it...since then, some elements have taken on a mind of their own. The story will retain some of season six and maybe (although not likely) some of seven and the characters will hopefully remain true to their personalities but it has become how the author would like to see the series end more than a twist on how the show will actually end. I will try to post updates at least weekly and hope that you do still enjoy reading this story though.