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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 42 Incoming
Happy drove the truck from Unser's through the open gates and into a small loading area. They began loading the weapons the Mayans had stolen from them into the truck. They were also planning on taking everything else in the warehouse including some piñatas because they were stuffed with weed.
They were two boxes short of having the Mayans' warehouse empty when Juice sent a text message warning of incoming Mayans consisting of three bikes and a pick-up truck with a driver. Juice was told to stay in position. Clay sent Jax, Tig and Chibs to handle the threat.
Dealing with the incoming Mayans couldn't be done as gently as Jax had handled the guard. The second these guys saw them, they would shoot. SAMCRO had to shoot first. They couldn't be picky about shot placement. It was shoot to remove the threat. Killing was the usual result.
Tig sprayed the pick-up truck with automatic weapon's fire and Jax and Chibs shot the three men on bikes with their handguns. Simple and easy.
It was part of what Clay liked to call the military mindset. Kill the enemy and move on. It was never a person. It was the enemy or a Mayan or a target. Both sides knew the risks and danger.
At least Clay would be happy. He insisted that if another gang stole from them, there be someone killed. It didn't matter to Clay that no one in SAMCRO had been killed in the theft. It was about sending a message. They were sending a four body count message.
Jax had lost track of the number of people he'd killed. He preferred to avoid killing, but it couldn't always be avoided and the basic rule was better to kill an enemy than get a brother hurt.
It was in moments of violence that Jax loved the surge of adrenalin. He never felt more alive than when he had to face danger. It was as addictive as any drug, but it was also why he feared that one day he would like that feeling too much and it would lead him on a dark, destructive path that would turn him into a monster.