While the Olympus Community Center was filled with the sounds of shouting wives and discomfort towards the arrangements -- The tensions between both MCs seemed to halt for the evening, the two seeming to avoid the other rather than take the opportunity to cause a scene the moment the doors closed. It’s almost more unsettling than the actual war that’s exploded, the two groups finding themselves under one roof -- There has not been one fight between members.
There’s a steady unease in the Community Center, but the people of Olympus have learned to choose their battles. The night goes, seemingly, routine. The worst of the storm seems to let up around midnight, only the sound of the rain hitting the roof can be heard through out the building. Everyone’s settled into their cots, most tossing and turning as they float through a half awake daze; Enough for no one to see a shadowy figure leave quietly, stopping by a utility closet to grab a baseball bat. Had someone noticed, it would have been cause for contention -- But with the hour and the circumstance, most were too distracted by their own panicked concerns to notice anything else. RYDER AERON, a known member of the Trojan MC, unfortunately, is one of these people. In an attempt to escape the commotion, he found solace in a back office, far away from the majority of the evacuees. Distractions find him easily, concerns of floods and a touch of insomnia keeping him occupied -- Enough to not hear the creak of the door opening, or the foot steps that follow.
There is no thunder cracking across the sky anymore, but something similar fills the air -- The sound of a baseball bat hitting the back of a knee, the mystery assailant showing no mercy with each hit. It’s clear what this is: Retaliation. An eye for an eye, something to settle the score. The only thing that was left unaccounted for was the person evening the score not following through -- What was supposed to be a problem being ‘fixed’, just turned into a brutal beating, with the victim still kicking. Barely. The face of who caused such a scene is only known to the victim, but once the news broke, most could put two and two together. While it’s unclear who the person was, most can bet that they were a leather cut reading the words PRIMORDIAL.
Ryder Aeron is taken to the hospital that morning, with his wounds tended to as a best their could given the resources. As he’s wheeled out of the Community Center on a stretcher, rocks settle in each witnesses stomach, with the a cruel reminder that war shows no mercy, even in the midst of a storm.