"We just got some news brother, the Angels of Death voted it through. They're going through with the attack, sometime tomorrow. What are we going to be doing brother?"

Antonio Carillo had asked the question among his brothers, he was now wearing a President's Patch and looked to be feeling different among the circle that he was now in. A leader, he had yet to choose a VP but was just getting used to the role, this was a new start for him in a life that he had been involved with for the past five years and he had a feeling that shit was going to continue surprising him. 

"Right now? Nothing. We have to talk business with Catalina_Rey or possibly, OrionByrne. We've lost about 125 Kilos of Cocaine, this is going to take them for a big hit, in other ways, we have managed to patch that up. We sold some of the Russian Stock, a couple of the small-time gangs, the Asian Clans, Jewish, and African boys. We're setting up our stock but we have to be ready, people will think that we're fresh meat and until the angels can deliver on what they're giving us. We stay put."

Few of the brothers looked a bit put out and even angry at the prospect of being told to sit this out. This was their new home, shit was just starting to move forward. They needed to send a clear message they wouldn't be taken advantage of and this had to be it, otherwise, they were nothing more than a bunch of step stools. It had to be now, it had to be something and this was not going to be the way that they did it. 

"Prez, we sit here and do nothing, it allows for Sam, Pack, and Mendoza to think. Let alone with the Vegas Charters on our side over there with Amell and his traitorous best friend Anders, they're sitting ducks. We have to make the call, get someone, anyone to lend some assistance to our club pre-"

Esta rose his head and stared down William Stokes. A new patch, someone who wanted to prove that he was something, a true brother to the MC and yet here he was, wanting to be the cause for a war. He noticed the looks that they gave him, they would have found him weak for sending another club to do their work. 

"Do any of you know why Kip, Lin, or even Oliver hasn't moved or started their own bloodshed yet?"

All the brothers shook their heads, no. Of course, they didn't know because they were not among the ones that were calm enough and deemed tactical enough to know. They would have gone off, starting another bloodshed in a matter of moments when this retaliation needed to be smart, it needed to be something that couldn't be tied back to them in any way. 

"There is a reason for that, we are having another club take care of that as you well know. Our long and brutal history allows for the unexpected to be brought upon Victor Mendoza. Hayes is a man of ambition, this brings him into our new club, I am not telling you this because I want your vote on the matter. This was decided by the Presidents of the respective chapters of the Fallen Angels, this was the best move for all of us involved with this unfortunate war."

His soft and yet firm voice had gripped them and shook them into silence. There was nothing that could be kept back from them in some way, this was the way he had to speak with all of them, it needed to be done. So it was, his eyes narrowed on every one of them, those that wished for something better than this, it would not be and could not be done like this. It had to be smart, calculated and done with no way to get back to them.

"If you have problems with this, with the way that myself and the respective presidents are planning this, you are free to patch out, I know the way you think of us. You wish to ride into Nevada, California, New York or even Michigan and gunning these fuckers down. Only it doesn't work this way, you have to be ready for the best and the worst, this is how things are going to be run now, brothers."

And with that, Estaorssa removed himself from the table as he was followed by Konnor and Antonio. Jury is out on business with the Albany Charter of the Fallen Angels. They all turned to one another as they watched the group of brothers, it was a new situation that they all found themselves in, this had to be the moment where they stepped up or down. 

"Those drugs, that business, it's going to be a heavy fucking duty we find ourselves with brother. This ain't going to be some easy shit that we find ourselves cruising into the sunset, the mob, the Russians and the cartel. You have connections, let us just hope that we can fix this before Mendoza and his band of chuckle fucks get a good idea."

Antonio spoke about this plainly, looking at Estarossa with a raised brow. He had yet to contact New York about their missing drugs and the Russians about the missing hardware, covering it up and believing that it would be solved with a matter of moments. 

"We have this under control Antonio and shouldn't you to be heading out to Rochester soon enough? We got to have our presence soon, the mob wants us expanding and we continue making headway, we'll be seeing a lot of money coming our way. "

Antonio shrugged, going back to smoking before they both noticed a lone biker riding into their lot. He did not seem threatening but looks could be deceiving, Estarossa stepped out, looking at the biker with a raised eyebrow. 

"So-"

Before he got a word in, shots fired and Estarossa felt his body shake, convulse and soon all he knew was the black void that awaited him with the faint sound of sirens, his brothers trying to see if he was still conscious, he soon felt himself fading away. Was this how it was all going to end, the bloody angel laying down without his VP here to back him up?

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Come on Esta, wake the fuck up! Brother, come on, you cannot die here right now, please brother! Get the fuck up!"

Estarossa, finally admitted to himself that he knew that he was dying...he had suffered so much from his fall from his father's grace to the grace of his brothers in the host...maybe fate just wanted him to suffer...all he knew was that without him to lead his brothers with a clear head....a war was coming and many bodies would be dropping.