Tara pulled into the parking lot of Teller Morrow and had barely had a chance to exit her car when Chuckie raced up excitedly with a crowbar in his stubby hands and presented it to her. Warily, the doctor looked the tool over as if expecting it to attack on it's own. "I really don't think I need to carry a crowbar to protect myself Chuckie." whenever she tried to hand the tool back to the man, so that she could grab the groceries out of the backseat of her car however, he seemed to become even more excited.
"Unser's in the trunk of that car over there!" Chuckie gestured with his fake hand to a light blue Sedan.
Tara was unsure if she should continue to humor Chuckie's whim until the old cop's familiar voice called out from the trunk of the car he had been pointing at. "Hello? Chuckie? Somebody?!"
She was so shocked by the utterance that the crowbar briefly fell out of her hands clanging to the concrete. "Oh my god." regaining her composure she turned back to Chuckie. "Get Gemma and tell her that I need her help."
As soon as he raced off she ran over to the trunk, trying to calm Unser knowing full well that her weight alone likely wouldn't be enough to leverage the trunk door open. "Wayne, it's Tara...I need you to stay calm and tell me exactly how you got in the trunk."
There was an extended silence and for a moment Tara almost thought that Unser had passed out. After a few seconds however, he spoke. "It was the delivery guy...I think he was one of the Irish soldiers...the IRA."
Trying to keep Unser talking, Tara wracked her brain attempting to remember the names of the IRA members Jax was trading with. Finally a name of one of the men popped into her head. "Galen O'Shay?"
Unser seemed to reflect for a moment before asking "Is that the one Chibs stabbed?"
Before Tara had time to be confused by Unser's question, Chuckie raced back over with Gemma close behind.
"What happened?" the older woman asked.
"Somebody stuffed me in the trunk of this car!" Unser responded almost indignantly.
"He must have had a stroke in there," Tara added "He's claiming that an IRA soldier Chibs had stabbed was here dressed as a delivery man."
Unser's glare was apparent in the tone of his voice with his next response. "I didn't have a stroke. I just got knocked out and stuffed in here."
"Check him out later Doc, we need to get him out of the trunk first." Gemma addressed Tara as she fitted the crowbar into the seam of the trunk door. After the crowbar was fitted she instructed "Grab my waist. Chuckie, grab Tara's waist." as a reassurance to Unser "we'll have you out of there soon Wayne."
With Gemma, Tara and Chuckie pulling the car trunk leveraged open after a few seconds. Inside, Unser was laying on the fabric of the trunk glaring up at them. The only visible injury was a swollen jaw, but that didn't stop Tara from immediately entering doctor mode.
Several minutes later, Unser was sitting on a barstool holding an ice pack to his jaw and barely complying with Tara's insisted medical exam when the doctor noticed a red stain on his pants pocket.
"Wayne, you're bleeding."
Looking down, Unser automatically touched the stain. "I don't think it's mine." after a few seconds he added "I bit the guy when he grabbed me, he must have took my handkerchief."
Realizing that a stroke victim would be incoherent and jumpy in their story Tara felt a chill go down her spine, she suddenly realized who he was talking about, the man she'd held in the trunk of her own car a couple of years earlier, but he had to have his facts confused, the man he was implying had been at Teller Morrow was resting six feet under, the club had confirmed that multiple times over and Unser had even seen the murder take place. Still, the implication that any true IRA member had been at the clubhouse meant that Jax needed to know, and fast.
The club was getting ready to return to Teller Morrow to await the phone call from the Irish when Jax's cellphone went off. Glancing at the phone screen he recognized Tara's number. For a brief second Jax balked at the idea of answering, what if the voice at the other end wasn't Tara, but some monster who had mercilessly slaughtered her to taunt SAMCRO.
"We're on our way back to Teller Morrow, can this wait until then?" he asked answering the phone.
"Unser thinks he saw an IRA member planting something in the clubhouse." Tara purposely left out the part about which member Unser had thought was responsible assuming that Jax would think she had gone completely insane.
Jax raked his hand through his hair before responding "Shit! Evacuate the clubhouse now. We're on the way back right now, but make sure everyone gets out."
As soon as he hung up the cellphone he turned towards the group of bikers "Jimmy O'Phelan was at TM. Unser saw him."
"Shit Jackie, is everyone okay?" Chibs asked horrified.
Instead of answering, Jax added "We need to get back to the clubhouse right now. I had Tara evacuate everyone, but we don't know what he has planned."
When the SAMCRO members arrived back at the clubhouse, everybody was crowded in the parking lot. Gemma immediately walked over to the group, "Tara said you wanted everybody to evacuate, what's wrong baby?"
Jax decided to be completely blunt "Jimmy O'Phelan is alive, and I've been led to believe he was here today."
Gemma seemed taken aback for a second, "Are you sure? If what you're saying is true, why would he be here?"
Almost as if to punctuate Gemma's question, a loud bang shattered the night's stillness. Everybody in the parking lot dove to the ground automatically, sensing that something was very wrong. After a few seconds, Jax looked up at the building in front of them. The clubhouse that had stood since his father's days as club president was now in the midst of bright orange flames.
