Claimed by Valiant

“Chief, you said the guy was going to be here, I don’t see nobody here. Could this be a trap?” I comment calmly. My eyes surveys our surroundings and buildings around, watching for anyone as we calmly pull into the parking lot. My hand signals to Truth and Shepherd to flank our sides while the rest of our brothers follow closely. The air is tense and ripe with lethal intent and unbridled tension. These are men built for the harsh terrains of war and strife. “Riot, your Intel solid? He said he was going to be here with it?” Chief’s baritone can be heard above the rough grunting of their motorcycles. “Yes Chief. He gave his word and he knows the repercussion of missing judgment day.” Riot gruffly grunts under his breathe. It would look real bad on him if the contact flakes on us today. My instincts on high alert, scanning all the buildings for any suspicious movements, any wrong sign and we were going to hightail out of there. I was cleaning my sweet bike this morning preparing to drive into town today when Chief came up to me to inform we were heading out to collect on a debt. I had to drop everything, mount and we were off. He didn’t need much hands to handle this case but he took the top enforcers in the eventuality that if this meeting went to s**t we would hightail it out of there. “Be on the lookout. I don’t trust the crafty bastard.” Chief mutters as we watch the roads. “Look that’s him over there.” Riot motions to a dark haired man walking gingerly towards us. “What the f**k?” someone curses behind me. “I don’t like the look of this.” Chief curses and stiffens. We watch in silence as he cautiously makes his way to where we wait for him. He stops about five feet away and looks around nervously. Teacher chuckles mockingly. “I must say it’s good to see you again Slick… on your two feet that is.” A few of my men laugh. I remain stoic, expression blank as I watch his every movement but mostly all my senses are honed on the small figure huddled beside him quietly. I wonder what the f**k this nutcase is up to again. My eyes watch as his grip on the hand tightens as if to protect himself, I wonder who is cowering under the hood and what wicked fate made them cross path with vermin like Slick Patrick. “No thanks to you.” Slick spits out to Teacher who just grins in return and Slick flinches, even Chief hides a smile. His fear of Teacher is palpable and well earned. Teacher’s physical frame has simply formidable. Before he joined the brotherhood he used to perform at underground wrestling cages, the fights are brutal and deadly, zero rules, locked up in a cage with the most jacked up bloodthirsty men. His permanently crooked nose gave his savage experience character. The newest recruits didn’t approach him out of fear, the main reason for Slick’s fear was the last time he had an encounter with Teacher he had to be carried out because Teacher broke one of his legs in two. “I hope you have everything like you promised. We won’t want a repeat of last time now would we?” Chief finally speaks up for the first time looking at him meaningfully. Slick turns around and nervously runs his free hand through his hair, pulling at the tangled mess. “You see… I don’t have the money….” He finishes taking a step back. My back stiffens, I note Wrath at my right slowly reaches behind him, I know he is already reaching for his weapon. At a moment notice he would light his ass up with one wrong move. “I know even you aren’t dumb enough to have us drive out here for nothing. Now where is my damn money Slick?” Chief asks menacingly, he moves from where he was leaning on his motorcycle and slowly approaches Slick. This whole meeting is starting to look like a trap, if he had no more why would he call for a meeting and come defenseless and the question he was sure all his brothers were asking… who is the hooded person? “If you can just… if you can just let me explain…” he stutters before he pushes the figure to the ground in front of him, a whimper hits the air and everything goes quiet. “I would advise you to hurry on with it. You see Teacher is not a patient man and it’s beginning to look like you brought us out here to waste our time.” Chief says smiling. “I don’t have the money… I swear I’m working on getting it, every cent. I will get your money to you but per the laws of the brotherhood I can invoke the collateral clause and buy myself some time.” He finishes. Dull brown sunken eyes filter from one face to the other, scruffy beards make him look older than twenty six, and he looked like he hadn’t showered in days. Chief chuckles loudly but the undertone is anything but humorous. “It seems you have forgotten, Riot ripped the jacket off your thieving back before you were dragged out like a street cat. You have no right to invoke anything when you got expunged from the compound.” Chief states calmly. Panic starts to seep into his eyes as he realizes he can’t talk his way out of this one. He knew the rules, not only did he steal but as a disgraced member he had witness many ‘judgment days’. His hand reach out and pull the hood off the fallen figure and I hear Slater curse out from behind. “What the actual fuck.” I mutter under my breath speaking up for the first time since we got there. Right there huddled on the floor, frightened bright blue cornflower eyes meet mine, and everything stops.