Jax appeared at Roxanne's garage sometime the next morning.
"Hey, you got any weekend plans?" he wanted to know, and she looked up from the open hood before nudging her baseball cap back up a bit.
"Breakfast again?"
"Not yet, I'm afraid," he replied with a smile. "'Got to do with work, you'd get paid overtime, of course. You know about driving a truck?"
"I know all about driving anything which has wheels." She was looking for a rag, couldn't find one, and wiped her slightly oil-smeared hands down her coveralls. "What's up?"
"We have some automotive parts and repair shop supplies to run down to Mexicali." Jax's mind was lifted after her answer. If she would've said she had no truck driver's license ...
"Mexicali?" Roxanne's eyes widened. "That's a freaking distance, it'll probably take me sixteen hours in the truck. Same thing all the way back."
"I know, although I'm afraid there's no one to replace you, at least you'll have a co-driver."
"Can I choose him?" she asked with a grin, and Jax laughed shortly.
"I can imagine who it's gonna be, then. Fine with me. We'll figure out the details."

"So?" Clay wanted to know as they gathered later at the clubhouse.
"Yeah, she's in," Jax replied. "But we probably should schedule a little extra time for the outbound, at least. Roxy's gonna have to ride the full distance without detachment, and take proper breaks at that point."
"I get it. So let's get to planning at church."

Rather soon, they had something mapped out, and Jax filled Roxanne in later that day.
"We're rolling at 2 a.m. Saturday morning." He named her a meeting place at the industrial area at the edge of town. "You should make it down to Mexicali by early evening, I'll arrange for a sleepover, and we'll get back the next day in no hurry."
"Okay. Want me to help with the loading?"
"Don't bother, the truck will be all loaded up on time and ready to roll."
Bad enough they'd dragged her into this, not to mention her finding out what she was actually hauling all the way through most of the state.

On Friday, Roxanne went home straight after work to pack a bag and get some sleep so she would be well rested for the trip.
Promptly at 2 a.m., she drove into the abandoned factory lot and, aside from the truck, a welcoming committee of four Harleys awaited her.
The prospects, including Half-Sack, who had helped with the loading, were already gone.
"Morning," she greeted the group after she parked her pickup and stepped out. "What are y'all doing here?"
"We're tagging along," Bobby said, and Roxanne's surprised smile turned into a wide grin.
"I got my own escort? Golly!" She was thrilled and inspected the truck. "Stately piece of work. It's just too bad it's not a Mack, I've always dreamed of driving one of those."
"You should've said that before," Jax said jokingly as Roxanne opened the cab door and tossed her bag onto the driver's seat.
"How exactly is this gonna be done now? Cargo papers, driver's log and all that is in the glove compartment?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's all there!" Bobby assured, a bit too hastily, Roxanne didn't seem to notice though.
"Two of the guys ride ahead of you, two behind you, and one along with you. Take a break every two hours or so, destination is already pre-programmed into the navi," Jax explained. "Mum has taken care of some supplies including coffee, the gas tank is filled up ... You can leave as far as I'm concerned."
"Okay. Tig, you're riding with me!" Roxanne decided and everyone grinned.
"What else?" he smirked. Since he'd sort of assumed that, he'd had Half-Sack take him in the van so his Harley wouldn't have to sit in this abandoned lot overnight.
Saying goodbye to Jax, and as Bobby, Chibs, Opie and Juice mounted their bikes, Tig and Roxanne climbed into the cab of the truck. Tig was a little faster, unceremoniously tossing her bag into the back of the bunk while Roxanne adjusted the seat and familiarized herself with the controls.
"This is gonna be great," she beamed, turning the ignition key and the Volvo's engine roared to life. "Let's roll!"
She honked the horn once and Opie, who was leading the pack with Juice, raised his hand for a second before they headed off. Roxanne followed at some distance, watching in the rearview mirror as Bobby and Chibs also fell in behind her, though she saw no more than their silhouettes and headlights.
"Kinda obvious, though, ain't it?" she asked with a frown, but Tig shrugged it off.
"They won't ride in line with us like that all the time, you'll see."
"It's still dark anyway. If you wanna get some more sleep, go ahead," Roxanne said. "You won't have to keep me entertained the entire trip."
"Oh, lucky me!" Tig sighed theatrically, making himself comfy in the co-driver's seat. "Have a safe ride, then."
"And you sleep tight!"

Roxanne was well prepared with the coffee Gemma had given them in a big thermos flask, but after about two and a half hours she needed her first break.
She signaled in time for the two in front and behind her to realize she was pulling off, and as she slowed the Volvo to a halt in the parking lot, Tig woke up again.
"What's going on?" he asked, a little disoriented at first. "Where are we?"
"At some truck stop," Roxanne replied, and was already about to open the door. "Do you want me to bring you something, or are you going with me?"
"I'll go with you."
He had left his cut at home, because they didn't wanted a connection to be made with the others, and they now, as agreed, also acted as if they didn't recognize the four bikers on their Harleys.
By the looks of them, they could be taken for a couple of ordinary long-haul truckers.
"Quite unfamiliar, you in civvies," Roxanne remarked as they approached the truck stop building.
"Yeah, I feel kinda naked like that."
She laughed and they entered the dining room.
"I'll go quickly to the loo, if you fancy some coffee, there's not much left in the truck, I'm afraid."
Tig shook his head in an exaggeratedly reproachful manner. "You needed it more though, didn't you?"
She disappeared toward the restrooms, and while Tig ordered two large coffee mugs to go at the counter, his club brothers also entered the café.
They nodded imperceptibly to each other and Roxanne, after she returned, pretended not to see them.
"Shall we?"
"Yeah. Let's stretch our legs a bit and grab a quick smoke before we go on,'" Tig added, loud enough for the other four to hear.

The remaining distance also went without any particular problems and, against all expectations, there were no issues whatsoever at the border crossing into Mexico. It was probably not least due to Roxanne herself, who flirted openly with the border control officer while he checked her driver's license and ID card; he just gave the freight documents a quick glance before handing them back to her and beckoning her through.
"Well done!" Tig commented, smiling appreciatively. " It almost made me jealous!"
"I was really stunned myself to have him go for me like that," Roxanne replied. "Especially since I didn't even dress up."
Tig eyed her unabashedly, wondering if she was actually serious. True, she hardly wore make-up and her hair was almost completely hidden under a baseball cap with the logo of a motor oil company, but combined with the black tank top and behind the wheel of this chrome and steel monster ... which man wouldn't consider that sexy!
"But if this really hadn't worked, there'd never have been anything to worry about," Tig was sure. The freight papers were in fine order, even if they didn't match the cargo, yet he doubted any of the border guards would have bothered taking a closer look. On top of that, they had also bribed some of them, so one of them would probably have intervened.
"And it's worth a lot you have a truck driver's license, isn't it?"
"I don't," Roxanne replied casually, and Tig almost spilled the rest of his coffee.
"What? Jax said..."
"He asked me if I could drive a truck," she interrupted. "And I said, yes. He didn't even want to know if I had a driver's license, then. Besides, it's fake. I can drive anything, even if I didn't take all the tests required and I just had it all written down on it." Even as she was speaking, she realized she had spilled the beans. "Don't ask!"
"Don't need to know," Tig waved it off. He knew about this anyway, and even if he didn't, he would have just dismissed it indifferently. Being on the road with forged papers was just peanuts.

"It was kinda suspiciously quiet in your room last night," Bobby said with a grin as they were sitting at breakfast in the hotel the next morning, and Tig, of course, got right on it.
"What can I say? By the time I came out of the bathroom, she was fast asleep, so I couldn't do a damn thing about it either."
"Guys, please!" Roxanne shook her head with a smirk, but at least she didn't blush. Or at least she thought she didn't.
"Did everything work out?" she asked then, although just to distract.
They'd simply parked the truck in an abandoned factory lot on the outskirts of town, much like the one in Charming, and aside from Bobby and Chibs, who'd wanted to supervise the drop-off, Opie, Juice, and Tig had somehow been in a conspicuous hurry to ride with her to the hotel. It was as if they didn't want her to notice anything about it all.
Had she really only been hauling automotive and garage parts? What if she ended up with something else entirely?
She wasn't even sure she wanted to know.
"Yeah, we're fine," Chibs replied, pouring himself another cup of coffee. "We can leave right after breakfast."
Okay, Roxanne thought. Then don't. Better that way, probably.