Up In Flames

[claymorrow]

Kate's Phone Calls

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He had barely fallen asleep when Jury had called his cell phone and seemed to be rather shaken up about something, and then Kate had called his cell phone and Clay had known there was no way that he was going to get any sleep what so ever. By the first rays morning light the SAMCRO President was at the Devil's Tribe Clubhouse, though before that he had taken a short cut to see what damage had been done by the Mayans. Jury hadn't lied about the fact that the garage was in complete and utter destruction, it had been ransacked and then torched and burned down to the ground. The only thing that remained were the hollowed out shells of motorcycles and cars and nothing more, Tribe members had been searching for the owner and found nothing. The house looked like a hurrican had gone through it and things were out of place for what seemed to be a normally clean looking place and really Clay understood the confusion that was taking place where Jury was concerned.

This was the same woman that when his daughter had been attacked and raped had taken care of her, the same one who two years ago the Mayan's had killed her husband in cold blood and now she was missing, the garage was torched, and this looked bad. If the Mayan's wanted to make their stand than Clay was willing to make one too and he knew exactly how he was going to do it too, of course he wanted to hear the opinions of the other's but he already knew the Tribe's reaction was going to be to go out for blood and take no prisoners with this. It was a personal attack on one of their own and therefore Clay was seeing it the same way, they had now crossed a line. They wanted to cross the line, he could make it a damn bloody walk back for them.

Entering the clubhouse he looked around before moved out the stragglers that didn't need to be there before he dropped down into a chair and then shifted slightly. He was unsure of how long it would be before the rest had shown up but he had send text messages to them telling them he wanted them there soon. Reaching up he pinched the bridge of his nose as he pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it, letting the smoke billow around his head. His idea was simple, he planned on sending Raylan and Mirko out to find out what they could any Mayan that crossed their paths he wanted dead or at least put into a position that they wouldn't remember what the hell hit them. Why those two, because they were big, they were mean, and well they were scary. Not to mention the fact that a little blood shed never hurt anyone at all.

Lifting his head slightly as he watched the door open and Jury enter Clay nodded before he let the man wonder off to the window on his own more than likely to think about what was going on around him at that moment or time. Taking in the silence Clay thought about what he planned to say before he actually said it and the bottomline was that at this moment and time Clarence Morrow was pissed.

[evolutionx]

Jax had seen the destruction and saw how Clay reacted. The man wanted blood and while Jax wanted to unleash his own 'outlaw justice' just as much as the next Son, he knew that this was an attack meant to provoke - and it was doing it's job. By the time Clay and he stopped off to survey the damage, the fire and police departments were on hand to do their own assessment. Jax remembered swearing to himself as he and Clay took in the scene it was apparent that they had to do something to set things right. The obvious solution was to fight back and let the Mayan's know that the Sons and the Tribe were working together and shit like this wasn't going to be tolerated. However Jax recalled his conversation with Clay days earlier and knew that if they were to retaliate blindly and without an air tight alibi, ATF and the county sheriff would take over Charming PD and start an investigation into SAMCRO. The fact remained that as Jax and Clay stood in the ash of Jess Nichol's garage, something had to be done.

Later on as he and Clay entered the Tribes clubhouse, Jax could still smell burning wood and gasoline. Leaning against a wall that was close to the table that Clay was sitting at, Teller watched his step-father sit in thought with a facade painted with anger. While Jackson kept a calm demeanor it went without saying that he was upset as well - the Teller's and Jury went way back. Lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag, the blonde young man crossed his arms across his chest as the lit tobacco hung from his lips. It was easier to follow Clay's lead on this one as he and Jax had already discussed what they wanted to do handle the situation, but at the same time seeing how angry Clay was, Jax knew he might have to keep things in check.

An MC was about brotherhood, about helping one another and this time was no different. They might not share the same cut, but they shared blood, sweat and tears with each other and as a result, SAMCRO was willing to go to bat for the Devils Tribe. But Jax knew it was a temporary fix and attacks like the one they saw today would continue and they wouldn't be so lucky to have no one in the building next time. A patch over was the only real solution and while Jackson knew it would come up, he also knew that Clay was more preoccupied with satisfying his anger and wanting the Mayan's to suffer. When Clay was angry it was hard to reason with him and some times it led to the wrong course of action. His club meant everything to him and he would do anything to keep it safe, even if that meant he had to do something that might get them on the ATF's radar, but if there was a way to avoid it, he would certainly pursue that rather than physical violence. Teller noted the time from a clock on the wall and began to wonder when Raylan and Mirko were going to show.

[oppie]

With the way things were going, it was getting hard for Cyrus to sleep at night. Spending countless nights beating his fist against the walls, cursing up a storm, as anger built up. Just thinking about how Jess' garage was hit, the thing about it, was that she wasn't there. Not knowing her whereabouts, as he made it to the scene, just in shock. The moment he got the phone call, Cyrus didn't waste any time, hopping on his bike, gathering two other members. As soon as he made it, he knew that it was Mayans work, just by looking at the garage. He wondered why they would take her, if she was even taken, but he didn't want to think of the worst just yet. She was family to the club, after meeting her, when her husband brought her around.

After reporting back to Jury, after he notified the club, that SAMCRO was coming down, to see if they could lend a hand. With the handful of members in the club, they would need all the help they could get. He was good with the thought of war with the Mayans, but he didn't want Jess in the crossfire, or Jury's daughter at that. At that moment, he wanted to go out, and kill a few Mayans. On the other hand, he knew that he couldn't let his anger get the best of him. Following Jury's orders, he would wait for SAMCRO to make it, then decide on a plan.

The day came, when the Sons came, ready to hear what they had to say. Leaving his house, taking his bike to the clubhouse. Seeing two bikes already there, knowing that it wasn't any of the tribes bikes. A smile came over his face, as he parked his bike beside the others. Taking out his pack of cigarettes, pulling one out of the pack. Placing it to his lips, as he took out his lighter, that had the devils tribe symbol on it, igniting his cigarette. Feeling the smoke fill up his lungs, while he continued to walk. Having his cut on, with a black short sleeve shirt under it. With sunglasses over his eyes, with dark lenses, not showing his eyes to anyone. The bald headed biker walked into the clubhouse, seeing Clay and Jax sitting there. If only they were there for a happier occasion. "SAMCRO..." He announced with a smile, seeing the Vice president and the President. "How was the ride brothers?" Cyrus asked them, trying to get comfortable before they talk business.

[evolution]

Looks like he wasn't leaving Indian Hills despite what he told Jess days earlier. Rain got the call to meet at the Tribe's clubhouse for an impromptu Church meeting. Being aware that Jax and Clay would be coming up to assess the situation and talk to Jury about a possible patch over, Shephard simply assumed that was what the meeting was about. However he was completely unaware of the torching of the nearby garage who's owner had inadvertently captured his heart. He was also immune to the knowledge that Jessica was missing - after sweet talking the owner of the diner they were at the other day, he wrangled her number and upon trying to call her it went to voice mail; he simply chalked it up as her ignoring him and or any strange number for that matter. He left a quick, apologetic message with little enthusiasm; he was sure he wouldn't be hearing back from her after the way he left. However as things currently went, helping his club deal with the Mayan's was his top priority and the events of the other day simply occupied the back of his mind. Riding down the black top at a fast clip feeling the wind permeate his skin, Raylan could feel the sun slowly setting at his back and as he came over a small rise he could see the clubhouse a few hundred yards away. Rolling up to the building and taking note of Jax and Clay's motorcycles, Shephard checked his watch to make sure he wasn't late otherwise Clay would have his ass.

Situating his things on his cycle, Rain tucked one of the stems from his sunglasses in the vest pocket located on his chest and allowed himself to enter. As he came through, he saw Jury as well as Clay and Jax at a nearby table with Cyrus, a man he met several days prior albeit briefly. Walking over to father and son, Rain clapped his palm on the shoulder of Clay as a way of embracing the man and then he and Jax embraced in a hug, the sound of leather being slapped radiating around the room. "Sup bro." he said while still hugging Jax and Teller simply shook his head nonchalantly. There was some tension in the room and Raylan never one to miss an opportunity to lighten the mood, walked over to the table in which Clay was situated at and sat upon the edge, though just out of reach of the president, just in case. "So. I heard there was a buffet?" Rain quipped, looking around the room at each of the men in it, gauging their reactions; that is if he could illicit one at all. He caught Jax stifling a smirk and looking towards the front door to avoid Rain's gaze and it looked as if Jury was simply caught up in his own thoughts. Once he found about Jessica and the garage however, Raylan was sure to be just as mad and brooding as Clay.

[claymorrow]

He knew what Jax was thinking he could see it written on his step-son's face and Clay wasn't about to go that far. There was a rational and reasonable way to handle this with little blood shed, however bloodshed was going to have to happen to prove the point he wanted to make. One or two dead or nearly dead Mayan's weren't going to cause that much trouble and it would only look to ATF as if it was a problem within the system, see he was using his head about this while at the same time planning to make a powerful point in the process.

"Long and annoying," Clay shot in reply to Cyrus question before he looked over at his step son on smirked. "Jax talks too much," he joked. It was half hearted but it proved that he was far more rational than what he had been a few moments before, and as he looked around Clay decided he didn't want to waste anymore time. He didn't want a repeat of the night before where he had been woken up by someone demanding him to get out of bed and go make things right, because well he had gotten the drift of the situation at that point not to mention the fact he thought Jury looked as if he was going to snap into a million tiny little peices all at once.

Flicking the ash of his cigar into the ash tray Clay leaned forward before he stopped and eyed them all, the look on his face meant to show the just how serious things had finally gotten and that he was no longer in the mood to play games with this matter. "Last night the Mayan's decided to make another move and they involved innocent people in it this time," Clay explained before he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. "Now I'm sure those of you that already know are ready to go out and open fire but that isn't going to do any good, it just draws in more attention than we need and will put the entire operation in jeopardy." He was still seething, well beyong seething at that moment and time but he was holding it in check for the moment mostly because he knew Jax wouldn't allow him to loose control even if he wanted too.

"They hit a garage not all that far from here, shot the place up and then torched it in an attempt to send a message," he continued. "I've talked to the fire department and the police department and the owner wasn't inside, however she also isn't at home, she isn't with Kate, and at this moment she isn't answering her phone either. Which means we might have a case of she got scared and went somewhere or they took her." The words hit home and while they had sounded different in his head at that moment and time to Clay they sounded almost as depressing as what he thought they did, he didn't like the idea of where this could go or the road that it could take. "Now that means two things, one we need to figure out just what the hell their trying to do with this and two we need to find the girl before anything can happen." Baring she wasn't dead somewhere but Clay didn't add that part of things too it.

See he knew it would pay to have a large barking dog at his beck and call at some point and time and well Mirko was about as large as they came, though Clay wanted them alive long enough to talk and not just stains on the highway which was why he intended to send Raylan with him, but he would get to that in a moment. They had discussed the idea of patching over with Jury that morning and he had seemed to think that it was a good one and at this point and time Clay had to agree which made it one of Jax better ideas and it also meant that it had come down to that, but it was something that Jury was going to have to explain to his boys and not Clay.

"Jury can explain more or it in a few moments once everyone else get's here," added Clay before he looked at Jax to see if there was anything that he wanted to add to the conversation.

[lurker]

The call came in to meet at the Devil's Tribe clubhouse and, ever the loyal dog, Mirko obeyed. The drive back wasn't long; Mirko was still in the area and had been doing a little recon in the interim. As he rolled up on the clubhouse he took stock of all the other bikes there and silently cursed himself for being late. Mirko didn't like late. Late showed a lack of discipline. He set the kickstand, killed the engine and shed his helmet.

Mirko pulled the door open and stepped inside. His boots made loud, ominous thuds on the floor. He had a look about him that could drop the temperature a couple degrees. The answer to global warming was Mirko Dragovic and his cold, hard, unflinching stare. The thing was, Mirko didn't know about what went down; that's just how he always looked.

He greeted everyone with short, polite nods and a wordless grunt of recognition from the back of his throat and he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked between Clay and Jax.

"I apologize for not arriving sooner," Mirko said flatly, and that was all he had to say. He stood like a statue; like a soldier awaiting orders. Tell him where to ride, what to do, who to kill.

[aiden]

Aiden had been in a foul mood ever since he’d been shot. Not that Aiden was a ray of sunshine on a normal day, but even the most idiotic of man could see the storm clouds brewing over the lithe man’s head. His thigh was healing, but it still hurt like a bitch, and Aiden spent numerous man hours trying to work out how to not let it show. The women had tried to fawn over him, but had learnt real quick that it was not a good idea. Aiden loathed being looked to, especially by a woman. So he had stormed around the club house, looking for an excuse to shoot someone. When he’d heard about Jess’ garage, and her being MIA, the storm clouds over his head had thundered. It was one thing to shoot up Tribe property and injure him, but torching an innocent Old Lady’s place, and maybe kidnapping her, that was a whole new low.

Aiden wanted blood.

He’d entered the room not long after Jax and Clay had. He’d said nothing, and sat his sore, tired ass down in one of the chairs in the corner of the room. He listened as SAMCRO interacted with the Tribe, and each other. He loved his brothers, which was amazing considering Aiden in general, but one thing he loved more than his fellow bikers, was retribution. His ears perked up as Clay spoke, outlining the recent events with Jess and her garage. He waited to hear something along the lines of ‘now grab your guns, we’re going to go fuck these bastards up’, but instead the topic was handed off to Jury, who was old and weary and not so keen to be an outlaw anymore.

Aiden could only hope that SAMCRO would bring the balls needed to show the Mayans that fucking with the Tribe was a bad idea.

[evolutionx]

The tension in the room was growing with each additional member of the Sons and members of the Tribe entered the clubhouse. Jackson Teller loved his club, key word being his club. The Devil's Tribe wasn't and despite the fact Jury was as close as family and garner the title of his Uncle, Jax would not put SAMCRO in danger if he could avoid it. The result of that thinking was patching the Tribe over and bringing the willing members into the fold. It was clear that these men in the room were out for blood and Jax could respect that desire, but seeing red does not equate to seeing clearly and Teller did his best to remain objective despite how disconnected from the situation he may appear. When Cyrus asked how the ride was Jax simply let his step-father handle the reply - it was exactly as Clay stated, and a smirked creased Tellers face when Clay joked that he talked too much. Jax could sense that Clay was trying to keep it together, such as the president should. The prez began to relay all the information that they had gathered and Jackson was surprised to see that Clay was actually relaying what Jax had already discussed with him before in that simply going out opening fire on the Mayans would draw unwanted attention and jeopardize everything both clubs had worked for.

Once Clay finished, Jax approached the table and stifled his mostly finished cigarette in an ashtray. "Clay's right. If we start shooting at anyone wearing a Mayan's kutte, it's going to bring unwanted attention to the Hills and Charming - and then we're going to be reliving 1992 all over again." The older members of their respective clubs understood what Jax was referring to and even the patch holders with a shorter tenure heard the stories. "Hitting that garage was meant to send a message. They are gearing up for something and we have to find out what." Despite the perceptions of the public or anyone on the outside looking in, MC's dealt with their problems much like the military during war time in that they scout their target first, find weaknesses and exploit them while trying to avoid causalities. However, the ranking officers of a MC aren't always so rank and file and will some times just go off the handle and do what their instincts tell them to do because at the end of the day they don't answer to the government.

When Mirko arrived, Jax gave him a nod, telling the large man that it was no sweat. Jax then planted himself in the seat to the left of Clay and took in the faces of everyone around to see if they were accepting the suggestions that he and Clay put before them. He imagined not everyone was going to agree, especially someone like Mirko who at times seemed more machine than man; he'd do what was necessary. But then something about Rain didn't seem right and Jackson looked at his brother curiously, trying to figure out what was up. He had a pissed looked about him and was no longer being his usual smart ass self. "Sup bro?" Jax asked.

[evolution]

As Clay explained that the Jessica's garage was burnt to the ground and that she was missing, Rain felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. He had just watched over the girl a few days prior and he could feel the weight of his guilt building upon his broad shoulders. It felt so real and so heavy that he physically had to sit himself down in a chair at the table and run his hands through his up over his face and through his short, choppy hair. If he would have stayed and watched over her this might have all been avoided. Letting out a sigh, he continued to listen to Clay and then Jax as he relayed what he believed would be the best course of action.

While he realistic had to agree with Jax and Clay, his emotions were telling him otherwise. Every fiber of his being wanted to walk out of that room, kick in every door that belong to a Mayan son of bitch and paint the walls with their blood. His military history - his past was calling out to him telling him to embrace what he knew and to use it to find the men responsible. Raylan found himself taking quiet, deep breaths to keep himself calm. He didn't even bother to look up at the men around the room as he just stared at the floor with its random assortment of peanut shells and beer bottle caps strewn about. The phone call he made to her the day before and the subsequent refusal to answer made sense then and as he tried to keep it together Rain realized that while he may not be in a relationship with Jess, he did care enough about her to make sure he found her and kept her safe.

Raylan barely noticed Mirko come in and when Jax asked Rain what was wrong, Rain confessed sternly, but looked to Clay and not the VP. "You told me to watch out for her Clay! I fucked up!" Tightening his jaw he felt the muscles in his neck tighten and his hands roll into fist, still trying to breath deeply and remain calm, though it wasn't getting any easier. "Tell me what to do - I gotta make this right." He sounded defeated, taking on the Mayan hit as his burden to bare even though no one was blaming anyone. The anger and disappointment displayed upon Raylan's face was a sure sign that he would do what he had to do.

[jury]

In the end the decision as to what had been done would be left down to Clay, Jury didn't want the mess on his hands and hell he wasn't even sure that he wanted to be an outlaw anymore. The Mayan's were pushing into his territory and in the end he didn't know if he had the strength or the resolve to live through and nother Bloody 92 if it came down to that. As he listened to the banter going on around him he sighed before he moved away from the window, at least Kate was in Charming and away from this mess and that was good. Sighing as he raked his hand through his hair and let it rest on the back of his neck Jury looked around the room, his eyes moving from one person to the next before they stopped settling onto the nothing that was on the wall behind Raylan's head.

"Two years ago the Mayan's made a random attack." He could still recall that night like it had happened just a few days ago, but maybe that was what happened when you got old and tired. "The woman who owned the garage lost her husband that night, they were here they had a fight. He was a hot headed guy so he took off and left to blow off steam." It was the last time anyone had seen him too, well the last time any one had seen him alive and breathing that was. "The next morning when he still hadn't showed back up it seemed odd, another day went by and it seemed even stranger that he wouldn't turn up and do what he always did when he lost it. Pretend like nothing had happened at all."

Maybe it was easier for one to cope when they could pretend that nothing was wrong and that the world around them wasn't falling apart or maybe it was just the way that some people went about dealing with the bad shit that took place and happened.

"The local PD found his motorcycle and found him draped over it. He'd been beaten, he'd been shot, and the body had been lit on fire." The things that he had seen people do to one another and the things that they continued to do to one another amazed Jury at times and well he wasn't sure that he really wanted to see anymore of it. "I suspect the message they were trying to send to the rest of us was that they weren't done yet, would explain burning down the garage." He was trying to be hopeful and optimistic about things but he was also starting to wonder whether or not there was anything that could really be done to stop them in this instance. In a way he wanted to spend his remaining years with his daughters and not worrying and having to look over his shoulder all the time.

"Clay and Jax have propsed the idea of patching those of you that want into the Son's, expand their presence here and hopefully make the Mayan think twice about things." Jury began before he stopped. "However how this is handled I'm leaving that up to Clay."

[claymorrow]

Holding his hands up Clay narrowed his eyes before he pushed himself up and looked around the room. "I told both of you to watch, I told both of you to make sure that nothing was going to happen and they didn't get the idea to do exactly what they did," he started though the more he spoke the more his voice started to rise even with his attempt to keep things in check. "You both fucked up," Clay said as he eyed Raylan and Mirko both, he had given them both a job, a simple job. Watch a small woman and make sure nothing happened and he wasn't sure what the reasoning behind the apparently lack of communitcation was but he was about to correct that problem in a big way.

"Now let me speak clearly so the two of you understand what I'm saying this time around and we don't have any more fuck up's," he began as he folded his arms over his chest and continued to look at both of them. It was the look of a disapproving father when you had taken the car and weren't supposed to and then managed to bring it back totaled and broken all to hell. "You two are going to go out there and find out what they did and why, in the process if you can manage this your going to find the girl too. Now personally I don't care if you kill the whole damn lot of them and the streets run red at this point, you get caught it's your ass. Make it look like their killing one another if you can, if not make sure they don't walk when your done," he ordered before he lifted his arm and pointed to the door. "Now go and I don't want to see either one of you in front of me again until you have answers and not just excuses. I see you before then I will start taking off body parts one by one until you get my point and we understand each other."

It hadn't gone unnoticed by the SAMCRO president that there was something more to this than just messing up and order, he wasn't stupid and he hadn't gotten to the age where nothing made sense to him anymore either. He turned slightly and lifted an eyebrow eyeing Jax, wondering if his step-son had caught onto this as well. He had said no strippers he hadn't at any given time said no mechanic's so it wasn't as if he could call them on that, though he was positive he had made his point very clear in how things were going to be handled. Ignoring both Raylan and Mirko at this point as they had orders and they knew what they were supposed to be doing Clay turned his attention back to those that remain.

"Like Jury said we have options and one of those is to patch those of you that want in, in. No one's going out there with guns blazing and shooting up everything that moves, it's messy, it makes trouble for me, it makes trouble for you," he began as he eyed them all. "It puts us on their level and we don't need that kind of mess on our hands, so you have something to say, you want to make a comment or smart off whatever makes you happy now is the time to do it. If you want in then now is the time to agree to this."

Sitting back down he relit his cigar before he reached up and piniched the bridge of his nose, this was far from over and before it ended someone was going to end up dead. Clay was already certain of that there was no way to avoiding it, he was just hoping he could keep it down to a bare minimal or not at all if that was possible but it was easier to deal with it one thing at a time.

[oppie]

Cyrus remained near Jury, hearing everyone say what they had to say. Just wondering what they had to say, or what plan they were coming up with, which he wanted to know the most. To get back at the Mayans was the only thing on his mind, especially going after Jess' garage. The thing he couldn't shake off, was where she could possibly be, or if the Mayans really had her. Whatever plan they had, Cyrus knew if they were going to retaliate, he wanted to be part of it. Looking around the room, seeing the other Sons come into the room, taking their places. While Clay, and Jury discussed what was going on. Placing both hands to his side, just staring at the faces of others who were there. His face expressed the anger, that was kept dormant, but he didn't mean to give everyone else the look. It was just how the current situation was making him feel.

Hearing the man who confessed, listening to his excuse. They left two men to keep her safe, which they failed to do. The anger just built up inside of him, but tried to keep his cool, knowing he couldn't talk out of turn in these big meetings. What happened to Jess, was the reason why Jury had Cyrus keep an eye on her, not like a babysitter, but a way to be sure she is safe. The fact was, Cyrus was pissed. At this point, he didn't care about the two that fucked up, he just wanted to put a bullet in a Mayans head.

Listening to Jury, keeping his head lowered. As he told the story, just thinking about Jess' husband. Then he heard about the Sons trying to patch some of the members of the tribe over, which to Cyrus wasn't a bad idea. Being in the tribe for some time, he knew that the club wasn't doing too good. The burning of the garage, was only the first of many attacks yet to come, unless they did something about it. The decision was a tough one, since the club was his life. His father died for the club, which Cyrus could never forget. Clearing his throat, after Clay finished with what he had to say. "I'm in. I really don't see any other way around it. These Mayans bastards keep trying to run our shit, it has to stop!" He said in a angered voice, trying to keep calm. It was a hard choice, but it was the only way, that they would be able to push the Mayans back. He didn't feel good about it, but it was for the good of the club.

[aiden]

Aiden listened, smirked when Clay took to his troops and scowled at the idea of a patch-over. As much as he respected Jury, he wished he would man the fuck up and handle his business. Give Aiden another week to heal, send he and Cyrus out, and there’d be no Mayans left to mess with them before you knew it. As it was, his leg still hurt like hell, his bike was waiting for parts and he was forced to sit on the sideline. When Clay offered the men in the room to offer up their piece, Aiden didn’t hesitate.

“So what happens after the two beefcakes bring in the intel?” he asked boldly, standing up despite the pain that shot through his leg. “We need to send a message to these bastards that shooting up legitimate businesses, and going after Old Ladies is not going to be fucking tolerated.” His voice was calm, even and unwavering. “If we can’t go shooting up the place, I hope to hell you’ve got an idea on how to make a mess in some other way, because I’ll be damned if I get shot, and Jess loses her livelihood with no repercussions.”

[claymorrow]

"Everyone slow down for a minute and listen, it's just an idea right now. It's not something were going to jump into first thing, the first thing we do is find out what the hell they were trying to do last night and then we figure out what to do from there." Clay began before he shook his head, they wanted blood, he didn't blame them but in this instance he was an outside party looking in and he could remain far calmer than what he might normally have been able too. "I never said there wouldnt' be a repercussion in this what I'm saying though is that jumping into things head first is the way that people get killed and the best course of action that we have right now is to hold out and see what we can find out."

Until they knew for certain what was going on making a move wasn't going to be an option in this and in fact making a move was exactly what they wanted, they were trying to force the Devil's Tribe into playing their hand and Clay wasn't willing to do that just yet. The longer it could be prolonged the better it would be, let them think they had forgotten or that Jury had gotten soft, which didn't seem far from the case.

"For now we sit tight," he eyed Aiden. "Especially you considering you've already been shot and it doens't look like that leg is much use to you at all," he offered though Clay wasn't trying to be mean so much as he was trying to prove the point the kid couldn't rush into things. He turned fora minute and then looked at Cyrus, now it wasn't that Clay was afraid of him but he knew that look, he under stood the being angry and the fact that he wanted blood. These were all things that he could relate too and in a sense it gave him a deeper understanding as to how to handle the man which didn't appear to be a bad thing in the least bit.

"As for you," he started looking toward Cyrus again. "Jury tells me you know the girl and you know where she'd go if she isn't home. Why don't you look into that, see if maybe she won't answer her cell phone if you call, if she's scared she might be avoiding people." It wasn't as if he really understood how the female mind worked or claimed to understand it, what he did know is that before things got out of hand they needed to be soothed over. "The sooner we can track her down the sooner we know how to deal with the Mayan's exactly." See he didn't plan on going easy on them in the least bit but there was a method to his madness and degrees to which wanted to handle things. It was just a matter of finding out what he needed to know first and foremost.

[jury]

There wasn't a lot that Jury could think to add to thinks because well Clay had already handled most of not all of it. Furrowing his brow for something to add he merely shrugged his shoulders and then looked around.

"I know your angry and I know a lot of you want blood for what happened, but the closer we play this the better chances we have of no one getting killed." Yeah that wasn't going to happen if the Mayan's had taken Jess and he was well aware of that. he would loose control over them and he doubted that even Clay would be able to stop them in light of that, of course his thought also went to kate and he knew that the news of that wouldn't sit well with his daughter. Sighing he looked back at them before he narrowed his eyes scrubbing his face with his hands. "For the time being Clay is going to go into Vegas and talk to some of the boys there and see if there isnt' a way to bring in a little bit more man power to things, aside from that will sit tight and see what happens."

It was the best laid plan as jumping the gun would only cause far more problems than what it was worth but he had to wonder how well sitting in silence was going to hold with everyone else as well.