act iii: winter.
There’s a headline that’s circulated around town for the past weeks, making it known to every resident in Olympus just what has happened: TROJAN MC LEADER FOUND DEAD. It’s five simple words, a watered down version of the truth. This was no accident, or suicide -- It was deliberate. Even if there’s no trail of evidence, it’s abundantly clear just who is responsible for the death of KANE SEIFER: Primordial MC. Most understand that this was only a matter of time -- It’d either be Kane Seifer or Jackson Thane’s head on a stake, the latter and the Primordial MC were just faster to make it happen. It’s a warning to the people and the declaration that this war is taking a new turn, one that brings it closer to it’s end.
In the mean time, the Trojan MC has tried to rebuild, holding an election for a new set of leadership -- SETH CARTER has been voted in as the new President, bringing along Ryder Aeron as the Vice President and Ford Collins as their Sargent at Arms. The decision officially pushed ARTEMIS, the former Vice President of the MC prior to Kane’s death out of a position of power entirely. The election is something of a resurgence for the club, giving them hope that despite the death of their President -- They can stay afloat. It’s less than savory news for the Primordial MC, but the Trojan’s are no longer the primary concern. Kane’s death has been the topic of news for weeks now, but what you won’t find in the papers is that on the evening of Thanksgiving, while most families were settling in for dinner, SUTTON CHAMBERS is admitted to the ER after being found beaten and bloody in an alley way. You won’t find a headline about it, or a big news story -- Hell, you probably won’t even hear much about it at all. MC members come through the ER all the time, from stitches to setting bones -- It’s the norm at this point, no one bats an eye.
Only on this time, her injuries come at the hands of an ATF AGENT, one she’s been seeing romantically for several weeks now. It had been a plot, one created by the Primordial MC -- Have your Prospect get close to an ATF agent so they could keep themselves informed, and feed them the information they want the police to know. It helped control the narrative, until they decided the time was right to push them in the right direction. That push came in the form of the location to a Trojan MC drug warehouse, hoping that after Kane’s death that the ATF raiding their warehouse would be the last nail in the coffin, ending this war for good. The only hiccup? The Trojans get word of it, from their own mole -- Once the ATF arrives, kicking down the door in hopes to find the best score of their careers...
They’re met with an empty warehouse, and a note that reads HAVE YOU CHECKED UP YOUR ASS? sitting at the center of the empty building.
It’s a devastating hit to a case they’re holding on to by a hair -- In the six months the ATF has been in Olympus, they’ve yet to make a concrete case and truly move forward, and their higher ups have caught wind of it. They’re tasked with a Hail Mary: Make a case by the end of December, or they’re pulled from Olympus entirely and sent back to the drawing board. Needless to say, the loss has a few of the agents unhinged and working late nights, hoping to pin something to someone. While another has a different idea -- His night is spent in a bar, drinking away his sorrows and frustrations with each shot of whiskey, before making an attempt to stumble his way back to his hotel. Only he finds himself face to face with his ‘ex-fling’, Sutton Chambers -- And all hell breaks loose. She’s left covered in her own blood, face swelling up and injuries becoming more prominent as time goes on -- She’s left in the alleyway, with the Agent in question hoping no one will realize that he’d just beat up one of the people he’d been investigating.
The war among the MCs may have to a halt, but the war with ATF has only just begun. The time clock has begun, and if Thanksgiving is any indicator -- The ATF are playing by the MCs rules.