"You're always about revenge! It's the way we do things!" Jax nearly shouted. Jax and Clay talked privately before the table.
"I am," Clay held up a hand to calm him, "And I'm not saying that we're not going to kill this prick…" he explained, "But we need to find the plan to take it out of Charming... Whoever these bastards are…they're smart. They set up in the goddamn town square."
"Then we find the plan, now!" Jax plopped down into his seat. He ran his fingers over his forehead. And then he lit up.
Clay nodded. He walked and opened the doors to signal to the other guys to join them around the table. They needed to eliminate Zobelle, but more importantly wipe Weston off the map.
…
"We could force him out of town," Opie suggested. "As far as we know we out number them…"
"But that's the thing…all of our plans rest on "as far as we know…" What happens when we go to get this guy and there's a convention of 'em?" Bobby asked. He looked at Jax, "Look, I wanna get this bastard…as soon as possible…but with our pipeline currently shaky at best- and the only ammunition being our personal stores…"
Jax's jaw clenched but he nodded. "My only request to you guys is this- I'm the one who gets to kill this bastard…" he looked to each and every one of his brothers.
No one posed any opposition.
"Of course," Tig started, "We'll all make sure you get that privilege."
"That's right." "Of course." "Yeah, man."
"Alright, enough bullshitting," Clay spoke, "Juice- I want you to get on the past…figure out the numbers, figure out Weston's affiliations…but if this Weston son of a bitch doesn't have a convention behind him," Clay said, glancing at Bobby- almost irritated, "You let us know. And we go after this son of a bitch."
"I'm on it." Juice said.
Clay smacked the gavel against the table, "Meeting adjourned. You will all eat, breathe, and sleep, a way to get these bastards out of town."