Fixer POV
On the screen before me was a recording of what went down at the gate. The returning members had stopped and were looking shocked at the pile of belongings outside the gate. It was chaos, and it had both Tandy and Uncle Simon in tears of laughter.
The first to arrive tried to get to the gate.
'Move on, sir.' The head security man was demanding. Rifles were aimed at those too close to the gate.
'This is our club, you can't do this," a voice called out, as he sorted through the piles for his belongings.
'You are not wearing anything that resembles this club. Move on, Sir.' It was the same mantra from our side of the gate.
'We belong in there, open the gates.' Four guys moved to the gates and grabbed hold, shaking it, and the first shot was fired into the air. Causing them all
