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The bitch is going to pay!

Stahl couldn't fathom how Jolene had managed to succeed where the federal government had failed in retrieving her true childhood history. Her adopted parents, her mother's sister Darlene and her husband Travis Stahl, had promised that the truth had been buried so deep that it would never come to light. The older and childless couple had always loved and doted on their niece, so much so that when her grief-stricken parents abandoned the young Claire Daniels after her infant brother's death, they had taken her in as their own. Although they lived on a ranch well outside the city limits, theirs was a small town. Afraid that the taint of a little childhood rambunctiousness turned tragic would ruin any chance she had for a normal life, the Stahls had changed her name to June, the name of their own daughter who had died shortly after birth the same year Claire was born.

After that, as far as anyone knew, June Stahl had always been June Stahl.

Until now.

How that biker whore had pulled a fucking dead rabbit out of her hat was beyond her. All Stahl knew for sure was that the bitch was going to pay for threatening to out her. The truth was that Stahl knew she was crazy, certifiable even and had known there was something wrong with her since the very beginning. But much like the sociopaths she had studied for her Master's Degree in criminal justice and behavioral science, Stahl had managed to fool those she came into contact with because she could be rational and patient—with just the right touch of cold and calculating reason—when the situation called for it.

During her 17-year career with the ATF, not only had she succeeded in making a name for herself among her colleagues, but she had finally been able to bury her past while looking forward to a great future. Stahl had ambitions that did not include her being a field agent for the rest of her career. With many successful busts under her belt, Stahl knew that netting a big fish was the only way to stand out in a field of other highly competent agents. She needed the Sons of Anarchy in order to achieve her career-making goal of busting up the Real IRA's gun trade in Northern California.

Stahl had no doubt that, one day, she would become the first female Director of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives. After all, she had the skill set for the position. She had the brains and the determination, but she was also ruthless and coldhearted. Ruthless and coldhearted enough that if someone had to be sacrificed in order for her dreams to become a reality, then so be it. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

Her baby brother Henry and, later on, her foster parents had learned that lesson the hard way. Without any baggage holding her down, Stahl was not going to let the product of a junkie hooker and an ex-con biker derail her career. Jolene Teller had certainly turned out to be something quite unexpected. Until she could figure out a way to permanently deal with the MC whore, it was best to scrap the current plan of leaning heavy on Jax Teller's old lady and instead resuscitate a former lead.

Calling in Agent Estevez, the third member of her team, Stahl smiled evenly as he walked into the small office reserved for her use. "We're going back to Plan A for now. Do you have a problem handling that?"

Estevez looked at his superior. "None whatsoever." He replied.

"Good. Then let's get the ball rolling."

Wendy was practically purring like a kitten as she drove her burgundy Maxima back to Charming.

Life back in the small town had pretty much settled into a routine of partying and fun. Making sure she had no contact with her former old man and his bitch of a new wife, Wendy had quickly settled back into old habits: hanging out with her croweater friends, shopping, and banging the hell out of her new old man, but some habits died harder than others. Although Wendy had tried to resist the temptation, as soon as Dahlmer heard she was back in town and called, she had almost run out of her $800 Jimmy Choo's in order to be with him.

However, Wendy had to be careful. While Huff had no problem with using booze and weed in order to have a good time, the old coot drew a hard line when it came to harder substances, crank in particular. And if he or any of his brothers ever found out that she was cheating on him, getting caught by her old man doing meth would be the least of her problems. She couldn't run the risk of getting shunned again by the clan of tight knit bikers. She needed Huff in order to have continued access to the Club. If she somehow managed to get herself run out of town, Wendy's current situation was only bound to get a whole lot worse.

After spending most of the afternoon getting banged good and proper by the much younger and fitter Dahlmer while enjoying an incredible high, Wendy was in a happy and hyper-energized mood. She was so preoccupied by how good she felt and how everything was so right with her world that Wendy was startled into almost causing an accident when two late model sedans shot out of nowhere, moved to quickly box her in, and forced her off the I-22.

Oh fuck!

Wendy had heard rumors from the other croweaters that the ATF had set up shop in Charming, so she had a pretty good idea what was happening and why. Wendy simply didn't want to deal with it, but knew she had no choice. With the ATF making its presence known by hauling in Jax's new old lady, Wendy had had the feeling that her turn was only a matter of time.

Turning off the highway, she was guided for several miles until she and her entourage turned onto a deserted stretch of road and pulled into an abandoned gas station. Wendy tried to remain calm as she saw that a gray sedan was parked in front of the station's burnt out convenience store. The car in front of her pulled to a stop, and a nondescript man disembarked, wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses and a plain dark suit. Approaching her vehicle, he gestured for her to get out. Grabbing her by the arm to lead her towards the occupant in the gray sedan, Wendy yanked her arm away.

"I can walk by myself, asshole." She contested hotly.

Making a rude one-finger gesture at the man, Wendy stomped over to the car in a pair of black Prada boots and skin tight leather pants, and angrily yelled at the occupant who was currently in the process of stepping out of the car.

"You know, I really don't need this secret agent bullshit right now, but more importantly, what I really don't need is your goons trying to drive me off the goddamned road! I could've been killed! All you needed to do was pick up the phone and call me! There was no need to roll up on my ass on the fucking highway!"

Agent Stahl slammed the car door behind her. Looking at Wendy's dilated pupils, she rolled her eyes.

Godforsaken bitch is already tweaking and it's not even happy hour yet.

Not even bothering to make eye contact with Agents Estevez and Smith, Stahl said, "Head back to the station house now. I'll meet you there." Stahl waited for the the two sedans to pull off before turning her attention back to Wendy. Without warning, the Agent backhanded Wendy across the face, causing her to stumble on her high-heeled feet.

"Bitch, you are in no position to make demands. I suggest you remember who's in charge here." Stahl snarled.

Holding her cheek, Wendy trembled as she looked into the eyes of the one who had her by the short and curlies. Although dealing with the crazy gash had been Wendy's cross to bear for a while now, she would sometimes lose her shit, especially while high, with Stahl quickly putting her back in her place and reminding her just how much was at stake.

"All right. I'm sorry." Wendy mumbled.

Stahl leaned against her car and crossed her arms. "That's better. You know, I wouldn't have to drag your ass out here if I was getting some Intel on the regular, dear."

Wendy rubbed her face wearily. "I told you I've been having a hard time ever since Jax ran my ass out of Charming. It's a miracle that I was able to get back in at all with the Club."

"Well, I must certainly commend you on putting your limited skill set to good use and making that happen, sweetheart. I see by the new ink you're sporting that you are the property of one Huff Kagen. Two VP's. That's impressive." Stahl reached out and softly stroked the cheek that she had only moments before belted. "While I don't know much about the secret world of bikers, I do know that being the old lady to the Tucson charter's Vice President puts you in a good position to finally pay off your debt to society."

Wendy grimaced. It had been 16 months since the shit hit the fan in Oak-Town and it seemed like she would never get clear of it.

Wendy had spent the first month of Jax's time in lock-up trying to convince him to request a conjugal for them as newlyweds, only to be cruelly informed that he wanted a divorce. Wendy had tried to reason with Jax, but usually ended up begging her husband to give their marriage a chance. After two months of pleading her case, Wendy had finally caved and signed the divorce papers. Instead of filing them right away like Jax had insisted, however, she held onto them, hoping that somehow she could save her marriage.

Feeling sorry for herself, Wendy's need for a connection with someone who actually wanted her drove her into the arms of her former crank dealer in Pope, Paul Dahlmer. After weeks of drug-fueled and mind-blowing sex with her new prison clause boyfriend, Wendy was hooked on the man, as well as meth again. She would do anything for Dahlmer and for the first time ever, after enjoying an afternoon's delight, Wendy had let Dahlmer convince her to go to Oakland with him to make a drop. Unknown to his Nord brothers, Dahlmer had a separate deal with a crew running out of Reno to traffic crank into Oak-Town and several other areas in NorCal. It should have been fairly routine and completely under the radar. Instead, Dahlmer had unwittingly walked them into a drug bust of epic proportions while in possession of over two pounds of crank.

Staring down the possibility that she was on the hook for 10-15 years in federal lock-up, Wendy was scared and desperate. When the DEA learned of Wendy's old lady status and introduced her to Agent Stahl, Wendy was willing to make just about any kind of deal that would keep her out of prison.

Dahlmer had already agreed to cooperate with the DEA as a confidential informant, providing them with information on the meth trade and the crews operating out of Pope and Nevada. Sensing that she was about to take the fall for simply riding shotgun, Wendy agreed to work with the ATF to take down the Sons of Anarchy in return for keeping her out of jail.

So unknown to her soon-to-be-ex-husband and his Club, Wendy Case became the first mole ever planted by the ATF inside the SAMCRO Clubhouse. For the next 12 months, Wendy had provided whatever meager Intel she could gather on the MC to Stahl, all the while hoping that the Club would not find out and that somehow she would still be able to hold on to her marriage to Jax.

Unfortunately for Wendy, she had killed far too many brain cells after years of crank use. Had she been firing with all cylinders, she would have realized that she had a better chance of getting out of prison alive than she did by ratting on the Club. Regardless of the fact that she was a woman, Wendy Case had been the cause of too much emotional pain in Charming. Now she was gambling with SAMCRO's freedom and she was too stupid to realize that the odds always favored the house.

Finally faced with the reality that Jolene's return to Charming meant she was reuniting with Jax, Wendy played the only ace she had up her sleeve—the unfiled divorce papers. Hoping to make a big enough pay day so that she could somehow escape the mess that was her life and her situation with the Feds, Jax had taken away the last shred of hope she had left by having their divorce finalized in Nevada, in turn, screwing her out of a big settlement. Wendy had no choice but to whore herself out to the first Club member that would give her the time of day after Jax had practically branded her untouchable. Although there was never a shortage of men looking to take her up on what she had to offer, none offered to make her their old lady, which was the only hope she had of getting close enough to the Club in order to fulfill her obligations to the ATF skank.

Fortunately, however, Dahlmer wasn't the only one she had been screwing while Jax was in prison. Huff, the VP of the Tucson charter had been another one of her prison clause boyfriends, but one that she had kept on the down low, mainly because Huff was fearful of reprisals from the SAMCRO VP should their hook up become known.

After being run out of town on a rail, Wendy had made her way to Tucson and made herself indispensable to the older man. Huff had been very talkative regarding the Club during their time together, and much of the Intel that Wendy had managed to pass on to Stahl had come directly from him. Knowing that a plan was in motion for Huff to become more involved in the gun running on behalf of his charter, Wendy knew that he would be her best link back into the Club.

Becoming Huff's old lady and making use of the leverage she was holding above SAMCRO's President had helped Wendy get her foot back in the door. But now Stahl was looking for info that Wendy had not yet been able to get her hands on and, worse yet, that she was afraid she would never be able get.

"It hasn't been easy. You have to give me a little time." Wendy whined.

Stahl looked at her and quickly backhanded her again. "You need to get your shit together and quick, little girl. All I have to do is talk to my friends at the DEA and tell them that the deal is off the table, and since your boyfriend is holding up his end of the bargain, you are the one that will end up doing the hard time. But don't worry. A hot little number like you, I'm sure you'll be somebody's bitch by the end of your first day in the joint."

Stahl crossed her arms and observed the whimpering mess before her.

Obviously this whore needs a little motivation to get her ass in gear.

"You are so fucking pathetic, you know that? Is it any wonder why Jax Teller dumped the pathetic whore that you are in favor of a former old lady? From what I have been able to observe, Jolene Teller is one tough bitch wrapped in a pretty package." Stahl mocked. Shaking her head in disgust, she continued, "After the way he humiliated you, I thought that you would have been chomping at the bit in order to get even with your ex. I, mean, really, Teller waited all of four weeks after dumping your sorry ass before marrying his ex-biker whore in the wedding of the century, at least by Charming's standards."

Wendy ran a shaky hand through her long extensions. It still made her go ape-shit to think about the lavish wedding. When she returned to the Clubhouse, Emily Duncan had taken great pains to rub in her face the no-expense spared wedding of the SAMCRO Princess to the Prince of Charming, billed as the biker wedding to end all biker weddings.

That bitch stole my happily-ever-after right out from under me, Wendy raged to herself.

Stahl continued. "I bet that stings a little. Don't you want payback, or are you afraid Jolene Teller will just end up knocking out the rest of your teeth?"

"Oh, I want payback." Wendy said through the pain of her clenched jaw and grinding teeth.

"Then get me the Intel I need and not only will I cut you loose on your drug charges, I'll do one better."

"What?" Wendy's eyes glittered with avarice.

"Well, how about a new life for you and your dumbass boyfriend with a shitload of money to finance it? You help me take down SAMCRO and their gun connections in Ireland and not only will you get a new life in Witness Protection, but you'll have the immense pleasure of seeing Jax and his entire crew serve 25-to-life for gun running. His little whore will grow old and withered before she sees her man free again." Stahl smiled coldly. "Now how does that sound?"

Pretty damn good to me.

Seeing the joy reflected in Wendy's eyes, Stahl smiled. "Then I suggest you start spending less time with your junkie boyfriend and more time with that old buzzard you're fucking and get me that Intel."

"How much are we talking?" Wendy all but licked her lips as she visualized mounds of cold, hard cash.

Stahl smiled. It's like leading a lamb to the slaughter.

"I'd have to talk to my Director, and the Attorney General," She replied coyly. "But I'm thinking possibly somewhere in the high six-figure bracket, that is, if what you bring me destroys the Club and the Real IRA."

The idea of clearing that kind of cash was mind-blowing to Wendy. The fact was that even though she was with Huff, the Tucson charter wasn't rolling in dough, not like the mother charter. Wendy had been living the high life during her 16 months as Mrs. Jackson Teller and she had quickly grown accustomed to having money and lots of it at her finger tips. In the two months since leaving Charming, Wendy had pissed through the settlement Jax had given her. Getting paid big time to rat out the Club, plus the added pleasure of punishing Jax for choosing his former slut over her and for the all the humiliating beatings she had suffered at the hands of Jolene Morrow made Wendy tingle all over.

Grinning at woman, Wendy crossed her arms under her chest. "Tell me what you want me to do."

As most parents of young children could understand, Jax had barely dropped Abel off at his mother's house and he was already starting to feel guilty. Even though he had pulled a late night working at Bluebird with Tig and Chibs and had crawled into bed only a few hours ago, Jax had been up bright and early. With his old lady still drooling into her pillow, Jax had managed to intercept his son before he jumped onto their bed and woke his mother up. It had been quickly approaching 8 o'clock and Jax had convinced Abel to take an early morning walk with his old man around the neighborhood. If he timed it right, Jax plotted devilishly, they'd walk by the Morrow house just as Neeta was pulling in to start her work day.

As Jax had hoped, the moment Abel saw Neeta heading up the walkway towards the front door, he dropped his father's hand and ran at full speed, leaping into her waiting arms.

"Daddy, you can go now," Abel declared, snuggling up against the buxom woman as she dropped kisses onto his blond head. "I'm gonna stay with Miss Neeta."

"Little Man, I don't know if that's a good idea. Neeta might be busy today." Jax protested feebly, trying hard to suppress a coy grin as Neeta gave him a knowing look.

"I'm busy every day, but Abel and I have a lot of catching up to do after his two-week break with his Momma. When does Jolene go back to work?" Neeta asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Tomorrow." Jax replied, finally losing the battle to keep himself from grinning like a lovesick schoolboy.

"Uh-huh, that's what I thought. Well, run along." Neeta shooed Jax away. "We can have some breakfast before you help me sort the laundry. How does that sound, baby boy?" Neeta asked as she turned and headed up the front stairs with Abel still in her arms.

Abel was nodding enthusiastically. "I want pancakes."

"Well, of course you do. You are your mother's son!" Neeta laughed heartily as Jax turned and practically ran back home.

Yeah, Jax felt a little guilty hustling his kid out of the house so early, but with Jolene going back to work until the official last day of the school year at the end of the week, time was running out to convince her to take the summer off. Dashing into the house through the front door, Jax took the stairs leading up to their bedroom two at a time, only to head back downstairs when he couldn't find her.

Smiling as he pushed the swinging door into the kitchen, Jax found his old lady sitting cross-legged on the counter. She was loosely wrapped in her white satin robe with "Mrs. Teller" embroidered on the back in a dainty lavender cursive, her wild and untamed curls pulled into a high ponytail. Taken aback by what she was eating, Jax laughed as he dropped slow, lingering kisses on the back of her neck.

Jolene felt shivers run down her spine. "Hey, watch it. You're gonna melt my ice cream." She gave him a cheeky grin as Jax moved to stand in front of her, his hands on her bare thighs. "Want some?" She not-so-innocently offered him her sugar cone of vanilla ice cream as she bit her lip.

"Hell's yeah, and I'll get me some as soon as you put that cone down." Jax teased as he leaned towards her and growled against her neck.

"No chance, Teller. This is my breakfast." Jolene giggled as Jax pulled the satin tie on her robe, causing it to fall open and exposing her breasts.

"Silly question, but why are you eating ice cream at 8:30 in the morning?" Jax pulled away slightly in order to let her hair down, his hands suddenly lost in its silky thickness.

Jolene shrugged her naked shoulders as her robe fell around her bent elbows. "Because there's never a bad time for ice cream, baby."

Having heard her old man trying to convince their son to take a walk this morning, Jolene had a sneaking suspicion that his intention was to drop Abel off at Gemma's. Crawling out of bed, she had started making breakfast for when he returned, but the first gulp of coffee she drank upset her stomach. Remembering that milk had always soothed her tummy as a child, Jolene suddenly developed a major craving for the frozen kind.

"Open." Jolene offered him her cone.

"Nah, I'm good." Jax smirked, cupping her tit, his thumb grazing the nipple.

"Come on, take a lick." Jolene coaxed playfully as she batted her eyelashes.

Jax shook his head, an evil grin playing on his lips. "I'd rather lick something else, darlin'."

"Lick it!" Suppressing a giggle, Jolene demanded, forcing Jax to laugh as he continued shaking his head. "How about now?" She smeared the vanilla ice cream on the nipple he had been teasing into a bud.

Jax raised an eyebrow as his gaze went from her breast to her face. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. You don't play fair. Besides, I was thinking of licking someplace a little lower." He complained teasingly, watching her lick circles around the ice cream she had worked into a pointed tip, imagining it was him in her mouth.

"Aww, I'm sorry, baby." She said, her tongue quickly darting out to lick a dribble of ice cream falling from her lip. "I'll make it up to you."

Jolene suddenly hitched her breath as Jax dipped his head and gently bit into her nipple before lavishing it with his tongue. Jolene moaned softly as she watched him lick her tit clean of the ice cream before moving to the other one. Tossing her cone over her shoulder and into the sink next to her, Jolene balled her hands into his hair, bringing his mouth up to hers.

Letting his dick make the decision of taking her right there, Jax pulled her towards him by the waist with one hand, while he undid his jeans with the other. Reaching the edge of the counter, Jolene cupped Jax's face and lovingly returned his kisses before pushing him away. Jumping off the counter and landing on her feet, Jolene quickly fell to her knees and finished pulling down his pants.

As if she had read his mind earlier, Jolene took him into her mouth, no hesitation and no teasing.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" Jax groaned as he buried his hands in her hair again and gripped the back of her head.

With his breathing quickening, Jax watched her take him in and pull him out, massaging his shaft with one hand as her tongue teased several droplets of pre-cum out of the tip. Jax bit his bottom lip, forcing himself to hold back as she took him completely into her mouth again and looked up at him with her beautifully wide and smiling green eyes.

"Shit, Jo! You have any idea how much I fuckin' love you?" Jax practically snarled, his grip tightening in her hair as she pulled his dick out of her mouth with a pop.

"Hey! You know the rules. No 'I love yous' while you're getting your rocks off." She teased, brushing loose curls away from her face and mouth.

"Fuck the rules, darlin'. I'm in love with my fuckin' wife. There are no goddamn rules."

Jolene smiled up at him. "Doesn't matter 'cause I love you more anyway."

"Good," Jax smiled as he cupped her face and bent over to kiss her. "Now wrap those pretty lips around my dick again." He winked at her.

Laughing, Jolene did as she was told and was rewarded with sounds coming from Jax that made her insides quiver and she felt herself get wet. Jolene grabbed onto his rock hard ass, forcing Jax to close his eyes as he felt himself hit the back of her throat.

"Holy shit!" Jax exclaimed as she pushed herself to take more of him in. The feel of her throat wrapped around his cock wasn't just nice, it was spectacular, but it still couldn't compare to her tight pussy. "Come here, babe." He pulled himself out and helped Jolene onto her wobbly feet. "Let's finish this upstairs." Jax smiled as she nodded at him, her eyes glazed over with desire, her pupils dilated.

Jax finished stepping out of his jeans before scooping her up and carrying her upstairs.

With her head resting on Jax's chest, Jolene watched through half-hooded eyes as tiny dust particles danced in the air, made visible by the mid-day sun that had fought its way through the partially drawn curtains. With Jax absently massaging soft circles onto her back, Jolene was in danger of falling fast asleep. As much as she wanted to, Jolene knew she couldn't stay in bed all day, especially since she had to go back to work tomorrow. She was going to miss these quiet moments during the day with her old man, especially if she took Pat Doyle up on his offer to teach summer school in Stockton.

Jolene giggled quietly as she hiked her leg up on Jax's and felt his finally-flaccid penis flop against her thigh.

"Oh my God," She started, her voice a little hoarse from all the noise Jax had her making earlier. She loved her baby, but sometimes Mommy/Daddy "bonding time" could be so much more fun without Abel in the house. "I think this is the first time your dick hasn't been hard all morning."

Jax chuckled. "Keep rubbing your leg on me and that can change in a hot minute, darlin'."

He pulled her tight against his chest and kissed her forehead. Jolene coiled one arm around his waist possessively as Jax wrapped both of his around her.

Jolene smiled as she looked up at her old man. "I normally wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer, but I can't stay in bed all day. It's been a fun two weeks, but I need to get ready for tomorrow." She sat up and crossed her legs. "I really love spending time with you and Abel and I'm going to miss this if I take that job teaching summer school in Stockton."

He may be selfish, but after four years apart, Jax wanted her home and all to himself this summer. Jax sat up and promptly tackled his old lady so that they were sprawled on the edge of their bed. "Then darlin', don't take it. It's not like you're the only teacher in NorCal. Can't Doyle find somebody else?"

"I'm sure he can, but this is an opportunity to teach an advance placement class for seniors aiming to graduate early. I'd be teaching kids who want to be there and are not being forced to be there. I've managed to build up a pretty good rep in the short time I've been teaching again and Pat offering me this position is a testament to that. It's really nice to be wanted." Jolene explained, her fingers absently playing with the hair on his chin.

Jax grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers lovingly. "I know, babe, but I want you too. Besides, it's been pretty hectic for you these last few months with the wedding, work, taking care of Abel and me, and this big ass house. We're not even completely unpacked yet. And yeah, you've had a couple of weeks off since that shit with Stahl, but I really think you need more. Sometimes you look on the verge of collapsing."

"You might have a point." Jolene wavered. Truth be told, he had her when he said he wanted her too.

"There's no might about it, babe." Jax started, but hesitated for a moment and Jolene could sense it.

"What is it, baby?" She asked with a slightly furrowed brow.

Jax shook his head. "I was just hoping to go on a family vacation, just you, me and Abel. I want to start making memories with the two of you." He thought about the picture of Abel at the beach that Jolene had put in the photo album she gave him in Chino. "You and Abel have so many of them without me. I just want to be a part of that."

Jolene sighed to herself. As much as she and Jax had agreed not to look back on all the things that they had missed out on as a family, it was hard not to. Her old man was right. They needed to start making these memories together. There would be plenty of opportunities for her to work. Her time now should be spent with their new family, especially as Abel was getting older and would start Pre-K at Charming Elementary in the Fall.

"When you're right, you're right." Jolene smiled. "I'll take the summer off, baby." She reached up and kissed her old man tenderly on the mouth.

Smiling back broadly, Jax winked at her. "We should celebrate." Jumping out of the bed, Jolene watched his fine-looking naked ass head for the balcony. "I think we need to test drive the hot tub, so why don't you go get another ice cream cone while I fill it up?" Jax grinned lecherously.

Reliving her tense telephone conversation with her supervisor several days before, Stahl leaned back in her chair and rubbed both hands on her face. As a wunderkind since her early days with the ATF, she wasn't accustomed to the ass-chewing Samuelson had dished out. It was a good thing she had had the forethought to vacate her team from the small office she had been regulated to at the station house before the verbal beat down had commenced.

"This is a real problem, June. You had assured me that with a little pressure Jolene Morrow would fold. Why the sudden turnaround, huh? Why are you all of a sudden trying to breathe air into a dead lead? Wendy Case has been an additional expense for this Division for a long sixteen months and we have nothing substantial to show for it. How am I supposed to explain that to my superiors and how can I possibly justify continuing to keep her on the payroll when she has given us NOTHING? As the lead Agent on this case, I expect you to rectify that situation. Wendy Case is in the perfect position now to give us what we need and I suggest you figure out a way for her to do that before she ends up in a fuckin' body bag." Samuelson barked before slamming the phone down in his agent's ear.

After that verbal smack down from the Special Agent who had always had nothing but high praise for her, Stahl had sat motionless in her office. The desire to flip out and go on a spree of destruction was almost overwhelming. Samuelson had been livid regarding her little temper tantrum in the interview room that would cost the ATF several thousand dollars in damages. Stahl couldn't afford to lose her shit again, in spite of her need to beat Jolene Teller to death should their paths ever meet again.

Now there was news that a mole had been uncovered within the rank-and-file in Stockton. Stahl's sources back at her home office had advised that the wave of aftershocks came hard and fast from way up the food chain and that Special Agent Samuelson's ass was in a sling because of it. Stahl had locked herself in her office in order to come up with a way to use this bit of information to her benefit before Samuelson had a free moment from getting his own ass chewed to call again and bitch her out. Apparently, the mole was working for the Real IRA and such a close connection to the case she was working on would definitely put her in his crosshairs. If someone's head had to roll, Stahl was determined it would not be hers.

Frank Boyer, a low-level analyst in the Stockton Division had been dimed out by his own wife. Having suspected her husband of 25 years of having an affair, Deirdre Boyer had hired a private investigator to smoke out the truth about her husband's late nights and strange behavior. Instead of discovering another woman, the P.I. had uncovered concrete proof that Boyer had several accounts containing large sums of money in the Cayman Islands and the possibility that he was betraying his country.

After confronting her husband, Boyer had confessed to funneling information to the Real IRA in return for money to finance their future together after he retired. Convincing her husband that she would keep his secret, Deirdre wasted no time in contacting his superiors. Her children were still young and needed at least one parent around. She wasn't going to gamble with her freedom and their children's future because of her husband's sheer stupidity and greed.

Having been detained without a word as to why, Frank Boyer quickly realized he was in serious trouble when he discovered that Agent Stahl, who had been working for years to bring down the RIRA, had immediately returned to Stockton to personally handle his interrogation. Stahl had spent eight hours questioning the stupid son of a bitch to determine just how extensive the leak was and how much damage was caused by the knowledge that had flowed out of the ATF and into the hands of the RIRA.

Now, sitting in her office, Stahl mulled over the information she had gotten out of the mole to see how she could best use it to her advantage. Having come up with a somewhat intricate plan, Stahl was nonetheless convinced it could work. If handled correctly, she would not only protect her own mole inside the SAMCRO Clubhouse, but she just might effectively get rid of the current thorn in her flesh at the same time without having to lift a finger.

Looking at the mug shot of a young Jolene Teller, Stahl smiled to herself.

And the icing on my cake is the fact that it might just very well be your own old man who ends up cleaning up this whole mess for me.