Tank POV
I reached the guys, and together we moved a bit away from our tents and met with other clubs. Their Presidents and VPs came to talk with us.
"The weekend meet is closing. As of now, all events are off." One of the Presidents said.
"What gives?" Another asked softly, keeping their voices low.
"Jones gang, been giving us all trouble, I hear your club coped with it recently too, they've been on a drug frenzy, and killing spree." He replied, as if that was enough to close early.
"Yes, we had a run-in recently. What's the rest?' Prez asked the question on our lips.
"The girls squealed. When we put the pressure on, they headed this way. They should arrive at dusk, with guns a blazing. Best none of us be here, for that, and keep scouts out for a while. They are out for blood; we ar
