***Gideon***
(Rock)
"Prez, we have a problem." One of the prospects says as he comes into my office, Lately it seems I spend more time in here than anywhere else.
"What is it?" I asked, not looking up from he paper in my hand, the tattoo shop was wanting to add on. They had drawn up some ideas and had dropped them off last night.
"We spotted two of the Rampages guys in town."
That had my attention.
"What did you say?"
He shifted on his feet, "We saw two of the Rampage Saints in town."
Getting to my feet, hands flat out on the desk,
"Where?"
"About two miles from Moe's. At Beachwood and Cotton Street, they turned down Beachwood."
"How long ago?"
"About forty minutes? We came straight here, so however long it took us from that spot,"
Fucking hell, Constantine worked today,
