Post by The Revelator on Sept 21, 2010 21:45:15 GMT -5
Things had been hectic in the last few weeks. The Mayans had an increasing presence in the Indian Hills, and they were putting pressure on the Devil’s Tribe. The Tribe had been earning legit for years, and the Mayans wanted a piece of that pie. With the Tribe being such a small club, they had no way to force the Mayans out of their territory, and often they had no choice but to pay the ‘taxes’ that were enforced. Jury had sent Aiden and several other members to patrol the various strip clubs that the club owned. Several days earlier there had been a minor gunfight on the interstate between the Hills and Carson City. Aiden had been forced to lay down his bike to avoid a major accident and had been brooding ever since. Jury had asked he and several other members to go to one of his clubs in Carson and look tough, they’d had trouble with idiot customers as well as Mayans, just to top it all off.
It was coming on sunset, but you couldn’t tell inside. There were no clocks, and the lighting was always dim. Aiden and the others had mulled around the place for hours, and had only had to toss out one drunken idiot so far. There had been no Mayan trouble and all in all it had shaped up to be an eventless day. But all that was about to change.
The blasting sound of automatic gunfire rang out deafeningly loud, a string of holes appearing in the wall of the club, thirty beams of light shining into the otherwise dark room. As quickly as it had begun, the place went quiet. Those who were able, ran to the door with their weapons drawn, firing at the fleeing men with no luck. Their rockers flashed Mayan, and as they disappeared over the horizon, the Tribe was left to pick up the pieces. The girl who’d been dancing on stage had been killed, three patrons had been hit, one seriously wounded. Aiden had taken one in the thigh. After the police and ambulance had arrived, and those who needed it had been patched up and taken to the local hospital, Jury inspected the after math and took church on what the club should do. They needed more men, they needed to retaliate, but their limited numbers meant they would have to reach out to make it happen.
Clay was first on Jury’s list of people to ring, and when it was all said and done, he agreed to send reinforcements.
Read the phone conversation here.
It was coming on sunset, but you couldn’t tell inside. There were no clocks, and the lighting was always dim. Aiden and the others had mulled around the place for hours, and had only had to toss out one drunken idiot so far. There had been no Mayan trouble and all in all it had shaped up to be an eventless day. But all that was about to change.
The blasting sound of automatic gunfire rang out deafeningly loud, a string of holes appearing in the wall of the club, thirty beams of light shining into the otherwise dark room. As quickly as it had begun, the place went quiet. Those who were able, ran to the door with their weapons drawn, firing at the fleeing men with no luck. Their rockers flashed Mayan, and as they disappeared over the horizon, the Tribe was left to pick up the pieces. The girl who’d been dancing on stage had been killed, three patrons had been hit, one seriously wounded. Aiden had taken one in the thigh. After the police and ambulance had arrived, and those who needed it had been patched up and taken to the local hospital, Jury inspected the after math and took church on what the club should do. They needed more men, they needed to retaliate, but their limited numbers meant they would have to reach out to make it happen.
Clay was first on Jury’s list of people to ring, and when it was all said and done, he agreed to send reinforcements.
Read the phone conversation here.
