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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 383 Get Him!
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Happy, Tig, Chibs and Opie were with Clay for a business transaction with Marcus Alvarez. They were meeting at a scrap metal business owned by one of Alvarez's brothers. Once more Happy was on high alert. His body practically vibrated with tension.
He didn't like the Mayans and he hated this truce between the two clubs. Sooner or later, it was going to go bad and he could hardly wait for that day. For now, he watched and kept his hand near his fully loaded Glock inside his cut. He even had extra clips. Nothing was worse than running out of bullets in a gun fight. Nothing.
He hadn't gotten anymore leads on Esai. It was like he'd just vanished off the face of the planet or he was in Mexico whichever. He wanted to kill him and Hector Salazar. He didn't care about the bounty on their heads. Of course, since the money was coming out of Alvarez's pocket, he wouldn't turn it down. No, he cared more about killing the sons of bitches because they tried to wipe out his brothers. Jax almost died.
Clay handed Alvarez an envelope stuffed with cash for the guns that the Mayans delivered to them last week. Happy had to admit that dealing with the Mexicans was easier than the Irish so far. They seemed to have no problems with their supply chain. It was also nice to pay for the guns after delivery. Sometimes the Irish had screwed them over by making them pay for two or even three shipments in advance. Fuck you Galen!
No matter how well things were running between the two clubs, the start of this was because Alvarez's idiot son tried to kill four of SAMCRO. Alvarez could pretend that it was his son's idea, but Happy didn't buy it for a second.
Happy saw a yellow flash. Instantly he went through this identification procedures determining this was a yellow Ford Fiesta. He'd seen one before when they were hunting Esai. He did not believe in coincidences.
Happy shared his information with Tig.
"We may have a lead on Esai," Tig told Clay. "I should stay to protect you."
Clay nodded.
"OK, everyone else check it out," Clay ordered.
"My guys too," Alvarez said. "If it's Esai or Hector Salazar, let the Sons take care of it and back them up."
"We'll go that way," Chibs said pointing. "We think he's in a yellow Ford Fiesta."
"We'll go that way," Raffie said pointing, "and cut him off."
All the guys ran for their bikes except Clay, Tig, Alvarez and his VP Juan Morales. They stayed behind and continued to talk business coordinating another even larger weapons drop.
"You think your kid would drive a yellow Ford Fiesta?" Clay asked.
"That would be reason enough to kill him," Alvarez said.
It was clear from Alvarez's attitude that he had already emotionally cut his son off or he had a personal problem with drivers of yellow Ford Fiestas.
SAMCRO and the Mayans took off at a run for their bikes. Happy felt joy. There was nothing he loved more than some action. Chasing down the piece of shit that tried to assassinate his brothers was about as good as it got.
Happy remembered they were not in Charming so the normal rules didn't apply. In Charming, they owned the streets and the police. They weren't in their home territory, so he would have to exercise caution and not engage in any wild shootouts in the streets. The police would probably not look on it as kindly as Charming PD. And Clay wouldn't be happy if they accidentally shot any civilians.
As soon as the Fiesta's driver saw the bikers, he gunned it and ran two stop signs narrowly missing a little old lady in a crosswalk. She yelled and shook her cane at the car.
The Mayans tried to cut off the driver and he aimed straight for them. Two of them went down to avoid being run over. The remaining two Mayans were helping their injured brothers. It was now up to the Sons to get the driver of the Fiesta. Complicating things was the fact the Sons didn't know the streets in the area.
Chibs and Opie took a parallel street hoping to swing around and cut off the Fiesta. Happy stayed with the car riding a several car lengths behind it. He wanted to force it to pull over. He looked around for witnesses and thought about shooting out a couple of tires. This wasn't an option. There were just too many people around.
The Fiesta turned down a narrow alley. By the time Happy made the turn, he'd lost the Fiesta. He drove down the alley and could find no trace of the car.
He swore and called Chibs to report. He was hoping that Chibs or Opie might have eyes on the Fiesta. Their eyes were not on the Fiesta either. They spent twenty minutes trying to find the Fiesta.
They returned to the scrap metal yard. The Mayans had all returned.
"One of my guys got a good look at the driver when he almost ran him over. He said he was pretty sure it was Esai. He's changed his hair color," Alvarez said.
"What do you think he was doing here?" Clay asked.
Happy just looked at Alvarez. He didn't say a word. He just gave him a cold dead eyed stare that scared the hell out of people because that was usually the last thing they saw before Happy deaded them as he sometimes liked to call killing.
"Maybe he was here to try to talk to me or kill me. I'm sure he's heard that there's a price on his head," Alvarez said.
"Or he could be here to try to kill us," Clay said. "Next time we meet, I'll pick the location."
"Fine with me. I had no knowledge that he was here."
"I believe you," Clay said.
Happy didn't believe him. He thought Alvarez was trying to set up SAMCRO maybe so his son could kill them.
Happy upped his alert level from high alert to infinity high alert. That was his highest level. He wanted to make damned sure that on the ride home no one got killed. Scratch that. He wanted to make sure none of his brothers got killed.