In the initial chaos it was almost impossible to figure out what happened. Chibs dove off the table trying to protect himself from more bullets and almost as an instinct dove to protect his wife as well. Nearby he caught Tig and Bobby also diving to the ground. From his vantage point on the floor he noted that although Jimmy hadn't dove out of his chair the other man did seem a bit shaken. However, this could simply be the result of recovering from the violent attack Chibs had provided him with and not a sign of innocence from some great ploy to murder his interrogators.

Suddenly, as the confusion seemed to clear the sound of footsteps echoed from the open doorway that led further into the brothel. As Chibs stood, dusting himself off and pulling Fiona to her feet the confusion deepened. Kellan O'Rourke was standing mere feet away from him. The young man was only partially clothed and the whore that sounded like she belonged in one of Abel's children's shows was standing behind him barely clothed in a tight robe.

As if to confirm that he was in no way responsible for the shooting O'Rourke mouthed "bloody hell?" to Jimmy.

At the same time, across the room Bobby stood up "What the fuck was that?"

Next to him Tig regained his footing, looking around trying to decide if the shooting truly was over.

However, before anybody could decide what had truly happened, the door to the room swung open. Jax stood on the other side of the doorway, having threw it open with one hand. In the other hand, the gun that had shot into the room was still held. There was something else about him, something in his eyes though that made both the current SAMCRO members and the ex-Vice President uneasy. Whatever warmth and life that had once been apparent on his face was now gone. In it's place were the dead eyes of a man that wasn't completely there. At first it was unclear what had triggered the obvious change. However, when Jax raised his gun again, putting the only woman fully in the room in his sights the so called trigger became clear.

Something about whatever insanity had taken over Jax's mind dulled his reaction time and taking advantage of this Chibs was able to push his wife out of the way. The bullet flew through the air, cutting a flesh trail across the back of the former SAMCRO member as he dove to the floor. The bullet however did find a fatal mark. For a moment, O'Rourke's eyes went wide as the bullet sunk into his chest and then he sunk to the floor, falling right next to the ducking couple still gurgling and spewing blood. Immediately the hooker began to scream. The sound of her screams must have annoyed Jax because almost immediately the gun turned to her and another bullet flew through the air striking it's intended target this time. She was dead before her body even hit the ground.

Somehow in the chaos Jimmy had managed to obtain the gun that Fiona had dropped when she'd been pushed to the floor, and now he stood up with it pointed at Jax who was now out of bullets in his own gun. "You're a real crazy bastard Teller," although the words out of his mouth were those of a hypocrite something about the tone almost betrayed that Jax had rattled even him. After a pause to glance around at the other men in the room, he continued "this was part of your plan all along wasn't it? I bet there's probably already a couple of graves dug out back and about now you expected to be tossing my body into one of them didn't ya?" with a smirk he added "you seem to have forgotten that I'm always a step ahead of you." In truth he hadn't been a step ahead. Like every other person in the room he'd barely escaped from Jax's actions. However, somehow he'd managed to delude himself into believing he was always stronger and smarter than the members and former member of SAMCRO.

"I don't know what their plan was. Their choice to invite you over wasn't discussed with the rest of SAMCRO," Jax snorted with an air of determination and cockiness that almost matched Jimmy's.

"Is that so?" the other man asked with a small smirk forming. "I thought SAMCRO was a brotherhood."

Behind him, with Jax distracted by the gun pointed at him, Chibs got to his feet and glanced uneasily at Tig and Bobby. The look shared between the three men cemented that each on agreed the last thing they wanted O'Phelan to know was that the club was suffering. None of the men spoke up to attempt to correct Jax though because with his recent behavior he seemed to be almost as much of a threat as the man with the loaded gun.

"I don't care if you bastards rip eachother's bloody throats out, but you're going to let me leave this room alive yeah?" Jimmy asked, waving the gun around at the other figures in the room as if reminding the others that he could easily kill them all and this made him the alpha male in the situation.

The gun was a powerful incentive towards buying his survival for another day, and although it was clear by the facial expressions that nobody wanted him to leave, Jax allowed him to pass unharmed.

However, as soon as the IRA general was gone the young biker again turned rageful towards Tig and Bobby. "This should have been a club decision!"

"How are we supposed to bring our decisions before a man that just tried to kill us because he didn't get his way?!" Tig raged back.

Angrily Jax gestured to Chibs in response "So you'd rather bring important SAMCRO decisions before a man who left the club so he could put his trust in some IRA whore who's probably still banging the man I had to let escape?!"Something about his posture after throwing out the latest taunt showed that he already expected Chibs to react badly and wanted whatever fight might come.

Chibs was about to fall for the bait as well, poised and postured to leap over the table and beat Jax with his bare hands. However, a hand on his arm stopped him. "Níl sé fiú é."

Chibs wasn't sure if he agreed with what his wife was saying, but something about the way it was said made him stop before launching himself at Jax. Instead he regarded the other man with a steely glare from across the table. That's when he noticed something clasped in Jax's palm, just barely sticking out of the pocket of his pants. It was the hilt of a shiny knife, one that would have undoubtedly found it's mark in his stomach if he had lunged at Jax.


Níl sé fiú é means-It's not worth it.