It was an event Jax and the Club expected, but did not wish to happen. Police cruisers and vans filled the streets of Charming while SAMCRO's President was being escorted to the police station. Once arrived, orders from ATF Agent Wilson were obeyed. Jax found himself seated alone in the interrogation room with an unlimited amount of things passing through his mind, wondering if his long run of luck was soon coming to an end. "Ah, Mr. Teller." The blonde ATF woman said in her overly-obnoxious voice after she stepped inside the interrogation room. "I've waited so long to have you all to myself." She was grinning, moving to take a seat across from him at the table. "Surely you know exactly why we have you here. Killing of three Mayans just outside of Oakland ring a bell?" She spreads the file open, permitting Jax to observe the images. A neutral look on his face remained glued to it as he shook his head back and forth. "I don't know anything about that. So, really, why am I here?" She didn't believe a single word that spat from his mouth, huffing a laugh to his response. "We have a list full of witnesses to the scene of the crime, that claim to have seen you and the Scotsman fire at and kill those Mayans members." Agent Wilson was about to continue speaking, but Jax cut her off. "Oh, really? Then where's Chibs?" He arched his brow, he was clearly confused. "He's not here because he's not the one who dropped the damn gun. Forgot about that one didn't you, Jackson?" He tried to keep himself as calm as possible, knowing he was guilty. And he wasn't going to give himself up so easily. A smirk appeared on his face before he spoke up. "What are you even going on about? How many other set of prints are there on that gun? All you've got is a dropped firearm and supposedly, a bunch of Mexican witnesses. The Club or I didn't do shit and you know it. Why would we kill the Mayans while we've got a truce in place, anyways?" As much as ATF knew about the two motorcycle clubs, they really didn't. "You're wasting your time. Would you rather bust your ass for possibly getting just me behind bars or end up taking out an entire Club out instead? With a little help of RICO." Her eyebrows immediately raised to the mention of RICO. "Go on, Mr. Teller." Her brow arching with curiosity. "The Mayans and the Sons don't hate each other. As a matter of fact, we're business partners. Thing is, I want out. And Alvarez isn't going to go for that. The only way I get my guys out alive and to keep the city's free from an MC war, is if the Mayans go down. I can't do that by myself, so I'll need your help." Jax could see the excitement growing in her eyes, he knew he had to give up something bigger to save himself. "We're picking up a Mayan shipment three days from now. The truck should be filled with what you're looking for. Drugs and guns. I'll give you the address once you spring me out." He smirks, raising his hands to show her the cuffs for a moment. "I'll have to create some story to Alvarez. By now, the MC world knows about my current situation." Agent Wilson had nodded once forward, not saying a word. "I'll give you all the information you need to take down the Mayans with RICO. And you clear me from all those murder charges. Do we have a deal?" She nodded a few times again, just before her finger pressed to her chin. "You'll be cleared from the murder chargers, yes. But, you did assault two agents, one including me. I can't let that slip by too. I'll take your deal, Teller. And you better too. You could be spending the rest of your life being bars but I can make it a year, maximum. Don't fuck around with me, Jackson. It'll be the last thing you do." An awkward silence filled the interrogation room for a moment. "So, do we have a deal then?" Jax leaned back into his chair, a long sigh escaped his breath before he nodded once. "Type it up. Sign it first. Then we've got a deal."
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