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1.15: Bad Moon Rising
Characters Mentioned:
- Jax Teller. - Gemma Teller. - Opie Winston. - ATF Agent Gilmour.
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Time was ticking down quickly and Jax knew it was running out. He spent an hour or so riding through the country streets of California, with ATF awaiting to pick him up at the Clubhouse. The meeting was arranged for 5 p.m. and Jax arrived just on time. As expected, ATF cruisers filled the parking lot, Club members and friends standing around anxiously. After parking his Harley within the garage, Gemma was the first to walk up to him. Jax hung his head low, her hands cupped the sides of his face to raise it. "It's going to be alright, Jackson." And that's all she said before she placed a kiss to his forehead. "Yeah." He replied with a sigh and slowly walked passed her. Jax took a few moments to give hugs and say goodbyes to each member of SAMCRO, his Brothers. Letting them all know he'd see them soon. With Opie as the current vice-president, Jax stopped to see him last. "You're going to do great at the head of the table, Ope. Just don't make any stupid decisions like me." They both managed to slip out a chuckle before giving each other a final hug, "Alright, Teller. You've had enough time for goodbyes." ATF Agent Gilmour said as he pulled Jax over by the shoulder, making sure Jax's back was facing him and allowing the handcuffs to be placed. "I'm sure they'll have a lot in store for you in Stockton." The ATF agent huffed a laughed and began to push Jax forward towards the transport truck. The emotion was heavy for everyone, watching in silence and disgust as their Club President finally stepped inside the truck. ATF Agents made sure he was chained up properly to the bench and flooring before they stepped out and slammed the doors shut. It was only a few seconds before the truck started to roll off and out of the Teller-Morrow parking lot, heading to the Stockton State Penitentiary. Jax knew prices would already be set on his head once he arrived there, and he knew it was going to be a long next twelve months.
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End of Season 1, solo storyline.
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1.14: Wish You Were Here
It had been hours since the sun was up, and Jax was lying still in bed, staring at the ceiling. He caught only a few minutes of sleep since the thought of going back to prison kept him up. He had spent the last of his time with his kids the night before, making the most of it since he knew he was going away soon. The morning time passed and Jax was on his Harley, riding through the streets of Charming, heading to the cemetery. It had been a while since he visited Tara, and he felt like he needed to today. He parked the bike just outside the gate before he quickly stood off it, then immediately started to make his way towards her gravestone. It was a sunny day, the birds were chirping and there was barely a cloud in the sky. It was nothing short from a beautiful day. As he stepped closer, the dates and words upon her gravestone appeared, and once he finally reached there, he immediately set the bouquet of flowers along the granite stone edge, resting it in place carefully. He knew since the day she passed she'd been looking over him and the boys, and he still wasn't close to being over the fact that she was gone forever. A single tear drop managed to slip from his eye before he wiped it away, then sighing deeply before speaking up. "I know you're probably shaking your head down to me right now. It seems like I can't do anything right." At this point, he was thinking that he'd officially lost his mind, but he continued to go along with it. "But I'm trying my best, and I always have. We'll see each other again eventually, so until then, I want you to keep watching over our boys. They never deserved any of this." He didn't speak much, seeing as it was the first time he dropped by since the funeral, and the feeling was still too emotional for him. After that, he turned to walk back to his Harley parked outside the cemetery. ATF were set on picking Jax up at the Clubhouse at 5 p.m. that day, and it was only a few hours away until then. Jax turned the bike's engine on after strapping his helmet on, a freshly lit cigarette already held between his lips as he set off back onto the road. He wasn't planning on heading to the Clubhouse yet, but instead he decided to go on a long ride by himself, knowing this would be his last moment of freedom for a while. ----- To be continued..
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1.13: For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
Characters Mentioned: - Jax Teller - Juice Ortiz - Chibs Telford - ATF Agent Wilson ----- Jax sat quietly in the interrogation room, a long hour had passed until ATF Agent Wilson walked back in with a freshly printed agreement. She set the sheets of paper before him on the table. "Well Mr. Teller, as you asked. Everything's there." Still in handcuffs, Jax proceeds to read the lines on the sheets of paper, nodding in approval after he did. "And you're going to sign it first, right?" He asked, she returned a nod and pulled the pen out from her jacket's pocket before she leaned over the table and turned the sheet of paper to herself. "We'll pick you up tomorrow night at the Clubhouse." She said as she signed her name along the line. "At around five o'clock. You should be thankful I'm not bringing you in now." She turned the sheet back towards Jax, then handing him the pen. "Don't worry, I'll be there." He gives her a piercing stare before he proceeded to sign his name down as well. "Alright, now get these cuffs off me." She chuckled softly while she immediately fetched the key from her pocket, allowing herself to unlock and remove the handcuffs. After she did, Jax stood up. "Thanks. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Then he immediately walked by her and out of the room to make his way outside. Seeing as Jax's bike remained at the Clubhouse, he had to call Juice over for a lift back. Juice soon arrived in the black van, Jax eventually finding himself in the passenger's seat as they drove back to the Clubhouse. "So what the hell happened, Jax?" Juice asked, curious since Jax hadn't spoke a word yet. "I'm telling everyone once we get back." *** Of course, the drive was short. Every member found themselves awaiting their arrival. Once there, Jax stepped out from the van while puffing on a cigarette. "Everyone at the table. This is some serious shit." Jax ordered as he walked passed the crowded group of members, leading the way inside to the Chapel room. It took no time for the room to fill, even the prospects gathered inside, and all eyes were on Jax seated at the head of the table. "I made a deal with that ATF agent. They knew Chibs and I killed those Mayans, but I found a way out of it. I'm going to help ATF take down the Mayans with RICO. I know everyone's familiar with that. That drug running part of the deal with the Mayans seemed like a perfect option to use." Jax paused to steal a drag from his cigarette. "But, I'm going inside for probably a year since I assaulted that agent. It was that, or Chibs and I were done for life. I had to do what I had to do. No murder charges are going to fall on the Sons." The Brothers tried to speak but they couldn't, and Jax was certainly expecting an answer. "Ah jesus christ, Jackie boy!" Of course Chibs would be the one to kill the silence, shaking his head with his words. "ATF will be here tomorrow at five p.m. to pick me up. I'm most likely going to be sent to Stockton." Jax said before he crushed the end of his cigarette into the ashtray, then picking up the gavel to end the meeting. Jax then immediately stood up quickly, he was the first to push the door open, but he turned back for a moment. "I'm going to go spend some time with my boys. I'll see you all tomorrow." And then he turned back to leave and exit the Clubhouse, the members still reacting in shock to the news of their President.
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To be continued...
1.12: A Momentary Lapse Of Reason
Characters Mentioned:
- Jax Teller.
- Chibs Telford.
- ATF Agent Wilson.
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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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To be continued..
1.11: The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn
Characters Mentioned:
- Jax Teller
- Chibs Telford
- Happy Lowman
- Juice Ortiz
- ATF Agents (Wilson, Gilmour and Waters)
Mayans = Rival Motorcycle Club.
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"So, are we ready to head out?" ATF Agent Wilson asked the group of Charming police officers and others ATF agents within the room as they were near set for their unexpected visit to SAMCRO's Clubhouse, loading weapons and such, pulling on their bulletproof vests, just in case. With as much as proof as they could manage to find, ATF could only pick up an arrest warrant for Jax Teller. It were only a few minutes later until police cruisers and the squad van began to fill up with bodies, ready for whatever might come soon with the outlaw motorcycle club. While the ATF agents and other reinforcements were now escorting themselves through the streets of Charming, head to the Clubhouse, it had already been a couple of hours since Jax, Chibs and Happy arrived back from their meet with the Mayans, in Fresno. It was another familiar scene with the club's members seated around the Redwood table, discussing future plans. "What the hell did Alvarez really say, Jax?" Juice asked, breaking the silence. "There were only one of two ways this was going to end without a fucking bloodbath. Alvarez wanted one of us, for each of their men we took out. I talked him out of it. Instead, we're going to be running their drugs, for six months at most. This way we're still keeping ourselves alive and away from having a war. And the bad blood stays cool between both clubs." The tension was rising within the room, looks of uneasiness spread across a few faces. "The deal's not official until both clubs completely agree on it. Are you guys cool with that? All in favor." Jax said immediately as a fist formed around the gavel, taking a glance around the table. The voting process was disrupted by an alarming banging sound from outside the room. It was the ATF agents and police squad bursting into the Clubhouse and immediately rushing to the Chapel, easily bursting those doors open as well to catch the outlaw bikers by surprise. "Down on the fucking floor!" Pistols and shotguns were aimed to each man, the bikers obeying the demand. "Get them all out here. Bring me Mr. Teller." Agent Wilson ordered, standing by the bar, watching as the other ATF agents ruled the bikers out from their meeting room. Jax was pulled towards Agent Wilson to stand before her. "Take his leather off. He won't be needing it." Both agents, Gilmour and Waters, started to aggressively shove the Club's President, roughly tugging his leather cut off. Agent Wilson instantly grabbed it from one's hand and threw it to the floor. "This is what I think of your little MC." She proceeded to spit onto Jax's cut, the reaper patch facing up. Jax shook his head to the sight, disgusted. But that wasn't all. She then pulled her pistol out from it's holster upon her waist and immediately shot her entire magazine quickly over his cut, piercing the leather and virtually wrecking it with holes covered across it. "You fucking bitch!" Jax shouted out and lunged forward, headbutting the female ATF agent, making her stagger back to the floor, probably breaking her nose. "Sit the fuck down, Teller!" An ATF agent said before hitting Jax to the back of the legs with his shotgun, making him fall forward to his knees. "Get him inside the cruiser." Agent Wilson said, now standing in front of Jax while looking down to him as she held her bleeding nose. "We're going to have a nice chat once we get back to the station."
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To be continued..
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