"Yay..."

Spoken from the Pittsburgh President, Ortiz. The charters passed the vote, all ready to give in to the new club that had been founded with ease. Some of them already sporting the new patches, it was clear that they were ready for the future, Only some of them questioned one another, their choices and their reasoning, it was quite clear that this club would have to face some trust issues with all presidents and members involved. 

"Now that is out of the way, you all know the truth of the matter. We have two votes to pass with this club, it requires a majority...Antonio Carillo is to become President for a new charter in Los Angeles. A new start for him, he left his club, he left his brothers and he left his family for this club. He's ready to make sure we all survive, all in favour of Antonio Monte Carillo to become President of a Los Angeles charter?"

Kip wasn't surprised, he knew something of the sort had to have happened between the two. There was politics and then there were guarantees, there were only two powerful people here at this table right now. Oliver and Estarossa, both of them had the power to start their own chapters. 

"I say...Yay, Antonio should have become president of the Philadelphia Charter before Rosier even went inside. He denied it, Miano stepped up, only because Carillo backed him. it's a yay for my former brother."

Kozik, a charter President in Philly spoke with a confidence that not many had for the former VP of Miano's Charter. It was clear that there would be a great bond between the two if he got his President Patch. There was another thing, not many other charters even had that much of a problem with Carillo. He was a good man and had a good head on his shoulders. 

"It's a Yay from me and Tacoma, we're ready to support our fallen brothers in Los Angeles. We're all ready to lend our support to Antonio and his charter, may Satan guide him dearly..."

Some of the presidents chuckled at his rather poetic wording, fallen angels often praising and supporting Lucifer. It was something but here it was now. They wanted the seat for Antonio, he deserved to be among them, plus with some Nevada boys helping out, he would be able to get some good people with him. 

And so the vote went forward, no one backed down from the vote, there was no need for a majority. Everyone wanted Antonio on the table, so it had been done and he was to be given the President's patch for Los Angeles. Every president once more turned to face Estarossa, looking at him with a neutral blank face, they were wondering what else he had in store for them.

"Brothers, I am bringing the final vote of this club to you all. The disbandment of the National Presidents titles...there will only be one, who we all follow. One who will make all calls for all the charters, with this disbandment, I call for myself to be the leading National President. I will make all my calls from my seat in Ramon's Bay, California."

All the presidents looked at him in shock, they expected something from him. They expected him to call for his own Presidency, for him to be recognized as a leader in their eyes. Only to disband the title of National Presidents, it was unheard of, no one had been the overall leader of the Angels since the days of Mael. The man who was now sitting before them, yet with a different name and outlook on this life. 

"What the fuck do you mean, brother? That's a dictatorship! I am not going to let you say what I and my charter can't move from  Ramon's Bay, that's fucking lunacy! There's a reason why we never had a single National President, its all about the majority, how can we know that you or Ollie will have the interests of our clubs in mind and not your own!?"

Speaking with such passion was Andres, President of the Las Vegas, Nevada Charter. Sitting beside him was Rowen of the Carson City, Nevada Charter. It was the two of them that looked the most pissed out of everyone at the table, many of the others simply looked at the Vegas Angels with surprise. They had been silent throughout all of this, to then blow up, it was a bloody surprise. 

"Woah...Woah...Andres, calm down brother. I'm sure that Estarossa didn't mean any disrespect. Only the thing is, out of everyone here, only two people have the experience of being National Presidents. That's Oliver and Estarossa. We have to decide what we want for this club, the drugs, the money, the guns. It's a business, one that we each have a say in. We can pass it by our charter or not...listen closely, now."

Leaning forward was Galen, Peoria, Illinois Charter President. Irish old bastard was one of the few presidents with the one who had the least to lose. The Irish president had a connection with Devlin O'Leary, who ran guns and was already looking to work with the Angels in Illinois, it was the good old Irish connection for them. 

"We all pass the vote, what Estarossa is saying that it brings order and not chaos to our club. Look at it now, one National President got it into his head to assault and maim the founding Angel. Our leader in times where he never sat in the chair, a man who became the President, not because he wanted too but because his brothers needed him."

Galen looked at Estarossa with fond respect shining in his blue orbs. Every president looked at Estarossa in a new light while the Vegas angels had turned their heads away in embarrassment, knowing that they had acted poorly. Still, it seemed that they had voiced the concerns that everyone else had, while Galen was putting it to rest. 

"Estarossa, Michael, Mael, whatever you call him or know him as, has always been here for us, the guiding hand. He's been our compass, our man, our president, and most importantly, our brother. He is the man that we have looked too in times like this, why would we wish to stop that now?"

The prospects, members, VPs, and Sgts had all continued partying. Some even find themselves lucky with a few women and deciding to spend some time with them. Only a couple people were not joining in on the partying, those were Jury Whit, Konnor Marx, and Antonio Carillo. All three were sitting down around a table of their own. 

"If the vote passes, we go to Ramon's Bay while Carillo will probably go to Pasadena. Get some goodness up in ya, it'll be nice to see the sun for a change and relax. Then the real business begins, it'll be up to the Albany and Buffalo charters to move the stock from the airport to Los Angeles."

Antonio and Konnor chuckled, Jury never stopped talking of club business, his life seemed to be all about the MC. It got tiring, yet here they were, ready to join him and listen in like he was a world-renowned speaker. 

"Albany and Buffalo, they'll do it, we all have our gigs. We can definitely get something going, I know that much-"

Words were cut short once the sounds of gunfire were heard, everyone screamed, some reaching for their weapons as bodies soon littered the ground. Jury and Antonio took to the ground as Konnor grabbed two pistols from his waistband and started firing. 

"The fucking Aztecas and Host, they grew some balls! Chuck a fucking Pipe!"

"Are you fucking serious!? It'll blow us all up, you moron!"

"Just fucking do it and get me some more pieces, this shit can't be allowed to succeed..."

And then the heavy machinery came out as many of the Fallen Angels fired Thompson Submachine Guns, littering the enemies all about the floor...it was clear that they were not hoping for any survivors and they were only seeing one thing, blood. It was time for this to end, they wanted this war, they got it. 

The Aztecas and Host could see that they had underestimated the power of the former angelic host charters, they decided that they would have to retreat with less than half of their original hit-squad!

"They're running scared, we got this, keep it up! Run you fuckers, run!"

And so the clubhouse courtyard was silent once more. Every single one of the brothers took in the sight of their fallen brothers. Numerous patches spread out amongst them, California, Washington, Nevada, Michigan, Illinois, New York, and Pennsylvania...

It was a message from the host and it was clear that they did not forgive, they intended to make sure that every one of the former angels laid dead at their feet. This was the first battle and may God have mercy on their souls...