They'd been there for about a half an hour before the cargo was delivered to the docks. From what Clay had relayed to Jax, they were to meet Jasper, their representative sent to Ireland, who'd have a new shipment of guns for them. Jasper had been in Belfast for quite sometime and was finally returning home but, because of the other kinds of work Jasper dealt with, he wasn't well liked in these parts of the world. As a matter of fact, the club had caught wind that a bounty had been put on Jasper's head. So, not only was the club there to pick up the shipment, but they were Jasper's protection as well.

11:30, that's what Clay told them.

It was now 12:15 and it was dark and cold. "I'm freezing my GODDAMN BALLS OFF, JAX!" Tig shouted before being "shh'd" by Juice. Tig shot a death glance at him. "What?" Juice said in defense trying to stand up for himself but all Tig had to do was take a step towards him before Juice was apologizing profusely. Tig smiled and cocked his head to the side. Before Tig could spit out one of, he thought, was the best insults, Jax stepped in and shh'd them both. The cargo finally arrived and the men held their positions in the shadows.

An African-American man arranged the cargo and looked around for someone. The group watched him pull a cell phone out of his pocket and heard the buzzing of a cell phone go off in Bobby's pocket. Bobby opened it and motioned his head to Jax who took the phone and answered it.

"Where's Jasper," Jax said in a whispered rasp?

"I was told to drop this off and leave. I'm just letting you know it's here."

"Where's Jasper," Jax repeated angrily but still managing to keep his cool.

"Listen, I'm just doing what he told me. I don't know no Jasper." "Jax looked to Bobby and Bobby looked towards the shipment. He mouthed to Bobby, "What do we do?" Bobby shrugged and Jax sighed.

"Who told you?"

"I dunno, man, some motherfucker with tattoos. Big guy, looked crazy in the eyes. Told me a guy from Ireland sent him."

"Alright, fine. Just leave it, we'll take it from here."

"What about my pay?"

"The fuck you talking about?"

"The guy said you'd pay me-" and suddenly there was a shot that rang past the guy's ear catching a little bit of it. "THE FUCK?! YOU FUCKING SHOT ME!"

"Allowing you to live is my payment to you. Now, LEAVE," and the group watched the terrified guy run from the crates. The guys laughed as Tig holstered his gun again with a smug look on his face as he turned to Jax. "What?"

"I said shoot at him, you shot him."

"I grazed his ear," Tig said nonchalantly and the group walked towards the shipment. Jax text Opie so ride up with the truck and, as they waited, Chibs and Tig looked over the crates.

"Open one," Jax ordered as he handed Chibs a crowbar. He obliged and the

"Looks like all's well, Jackie Boy." Chibs handed the crowbar to Tig who opened the other crate. When he did, a strong smell of death and sulfur filled the group's nostrils.

"Fuck," Tig said as the rest of them covered their noses and surrounded the newly opened crate.

…..

"I haven't dreamt about him in like, years, Mol." Mina stared at the lit cigarette as it smoked itself in the ashtray. The rising smoke seemed to hypnotize her and, even when Molly was talking to her, Mina couldn't seem to look away from it.

"Yeah, well maybe you saw something that reminded you of him. Triggered it, you know? Like, remember Fuckface and Facebook? He'd never talk to you but he'd like your pictures and shit? Every time he liked one of your pictures, you'd have a dream about him. Maybe it's that."

Mina shook her head. Yeah maybe, she thought to herself, but I don't think that's it. "But like, what would trigger it? And like, why think about him now?"

"Things are weird and things are changing. It's easy to feel uneasy. Does that make sense? I don't know, I'm babbling at this point. I'm just really tired." Penelope had already fallen asleep and was in another room of the clubhouse sleeping on the bed. Molly stretched and yawned and stood up to leave. "Let's talk about this tomorrow. You're safe right now-we're safe. You know the boys won't let anything happen to us."

"Right. Night babes," Mina waved and Molly smiled and went to join Penelope in the back bedroom. As she sat there in the quiet clubhouse, she looked at the clock. 12:15 AM. She figured she'd smoke another cigarette and try to wait up for Tig. They needed to talk. As she stared at the coffee table before her, she examined all the bottles of beer until it fell on the cans of Pabst. Pabst? She thought to herself before a flash of Quint came back. Quint drank Pabst.

Maybe Molly was right. Maybe she was just seeing things that triggered thoughts of Quint.

"I gotta hang out with a better crowd," Mina said before standing up and cleaning up the empty bottles.

…..

He waited and watched outside the window of the motel for several hours.

Had his calculations been correct, their "shipment" would've arrived causing a bit of chaos in their little organization.

Just enough chaos to show her that she made the wrong choice of man.

She'd see he was bad for her and then she'd need him and he could show her that he was there for her. That he'd always been there. He'd reveal himself, just not.