Tank When I was inducted into Snakes Henchmen MC, I pledged to honor and protect the club, my brothers, their Old Ladies, and their kids. Well, those who had them, at all costs. I have followed the rules and lived for my club since I was seventeen. I’ve fought, killed, and almost died for my club multiple times. I’m the man who takes charge in situations that require punishment to be doled out. My brother may be Sergeant-At-Arms, but I enforce the rules of the club. New members, old members. I am someone in this club. However, looking at the Prez right now, I may well be on my way to the grave. I didn’t want to do this right now. Now is neither the time nor place to do this. Especially when Nova told me point blank that she wanted to go slowly. But I know he won’t let me walk out of this

