Tank POV
We sat in the meeting room, too many for us to use the Prez's office, and Sticks handed out coffee and muffins. Yeah, bikers don't mind coffee and cake. Well, ours do. Not all of us wake up and head for the bottle first thing. I don't drink as much as some might believe, not because I don't like drinking, but the last time I got drunk, I hurt someone badly, and I don't want to do that again.
"Word is, about ten Jones boys are on the road, headed this way. The gas station called, warning us. Pixie said tomorrow. Guess she either lied or they're coming early. That being said, we have some of ours posted and ready. When they arrive, we will tail them openly, let them know we know they are here, and follow them around. No contact unless they approach us, then I want to hear about i
