On Route to Los Angeles, California

The Roar of motorcycles was all that was heard or could be heard for miles, many people would see the Black and Grey patch, the very patch that was feared from California to Pennsylvania. Only this was not our esteemed mother charter. It was the Rockford charter of the F.A.M.C, something not entirely different, but enough that it would turn a few heads.

Leading these organized men like they were well-oiled machine was the charter President, Hugh Anderson. This man had been the former V.P of the Peoria Charter. It was on the orders of Kip and Galen that he made the Rockford charter, being granted a few patched members of the Peoria charter. It was something that had been a gift to him, he had never forgotten that and with this, he had sworn loyalty to the National President, Estarossa, as well as the Chicago President, Kip.

"Eh Prez! We got trouble coming up! Shit-Eating Aztecas man!"

The one who yelled out this was the Sgt. At Arms, Cole Givren. A former patched brother of the Philly charter, now a right hand to Hugh. It was something that he felt honoured doing and with this, came to the duty of protecting his president with his life, should anything happen. Like now, word had gotten sent up the ranks, The Aztecas would be launching an attack probably, and if they found out about this Run, it would mean more than trouble.

"Fuck man, what do you want to do Prez?"

This was Sammy Winston speaking, the man was the current Vice President of the Rockford charter. He did a bang-up job and did nothing to earn the disapproval of his Father and Mother, who had even encouraged the life of the Rockford, F.A.M.C, compared to that of the Old Originals. The Rockford charter, like its original Charter, only dealt in the entertainment business and did a couple of runs here and there for businesses, but besides that, nothing less, nothing more.

Sammy had earned his V.P Patch, not being granted it because he was the nephew of Cole Winston, one of the Founding Four in the F.A.M.C Sammy like his Uncle, was a man that loved the brotherhood, never doing anything to go against it or break it down, he was a man of the club and he would live, give, and die for the club if need be.

"Salt Lake Charter Brothers, we are half an hour out. We bunker down and wait for any blowback with the Aztecas..."

All seven members of The Rockford charter diverted course and made way to the Salt Lake City charter of the Fallen Angels, knowing that Michael would host them. Considering that the Salt Lake charter was having some troubles of their own regarding the Aztecas, which were territory disputes, but enough so that they might need some back-up...

Walking into a store is a man dressed in a leather sleeveless jacket, he seems to be looking for some supplies, while he is ogled by many young women, who do nothing to hide the looks of want towards the young man, who has no reaction, but to continue searching the store. Soon enough, he gets himself a Six-Pack of Cola, while he walks towards the counter, hoping to get out of this store before he is jumped by these women.

The man finds himself standing behind a petite woman, with brunette hair who he towers over and sees that she has a variety of stuff in her trolley, The man wonders how she is to pay for this, but does nothing and watches the price go up into the hundreds. He can see the woman fidgeting and decides to step to the side, not that anyone was going to take his place, as they knew he was and what he represented.

"Miss, the items in total cost, Two-Hundred and Sixty-Five Dollars, and Forty-Five cents."

Everyone in the store has wide eyes, they all wondered if this woman was buying groceries or a gun, either way, The man standing behind her had shown no reaction and continued watching the woman trying to get something out to pay. Only to watch as she has no purse with her, that would obviously contain her money. Soon enough, The Man steps forward, flashing the cashier a dazzling smile that has her cheeks inflamed.

"Don't worry Lady, I'll pay."

Soon enough, this man had pulled out a couple fifty dollar notes, a little bit more than necessary for the pay, but still, he was nothing, if not generous. He soon handed it all to the cashier and looked to the woman with a small smirk, but all she returns is a narrowed eye look that has the Man frowning, he simply moves away as she rolls her groceries out of the store, now it was his turn, as the Cashier looked at him with nothing but lecherous eyes, that soon had him shaking his head, but doing nothing to stop the woman.

"It's nice to see you, Teddy, what will you be getting today, smokes or just the Cola?"

The man now named, Teddy, smirked at the woman with what could only be a look of faux wanting, that had most woman swooning, and this woman was no different, as she diverted her eyes to the floor, her cheeks inflamed once again, as Teddy continued to gaze at her, like one would a lover. Only now, Teddy handed Sixty Dollars, which was above the price limit, but Teddy was nothing but generous.

"See ya at the Party Linda.."

Teddy walked out with a small bop in his step as he did so, but he never noticed that the eyes of every customer in the store had lingered on the back of his Leather Jacket, this town was protected, but not in the ways of the law or the mafia, but by the Angels and not just any Angels, The Peoria Charter and they had just greeted one of the Princes, something that they had done on a regular basis and it never got any boring for some of them, while the men would simply glare at the Prince, who conveniently would never notice their hateful stares.

Teddy soon found himself outside the store, looking towards the woman with a small smile, while he admitted in his head that she had a pretty nice ass. He walked forward, as he saw his Bike, The Ariel Red Hunter, he cherished it ever since his Old Man had bought him for him. As he walked to the biker, he noticed a Dealer on the side of the store, while there was a Whore, that was obviously paying, but it was definitely not in cash.

Teddy ignored the scene, knowing that he would need to pay the dealer a visit later. For right now, he wanted to get to The Party, or otherwise, his mother would wring his neck. Teddy soon reached his bike and placed his Six-Pack of Cola inside one of the saddlebags. Just as Teddy was about to ride into the darkness of the night, he felt like he was being glared at, turning his head, he looked to see the woman he paid for with her arms crossed over her chest, while her face was the simple definition of coldness.

"You know you did not have to pay, I could have done it myself"

Teddy had no witty remark to throwback towards the woman, his eyebrows only reached up to his hairline, as he could do nothing but look at the young woman with a tinge of anger shining in his eyes. He did not step forward to approach the woman or give off any threat that she might take wrongly, he simply sat down on his bike and looked at once more before speaking.

"Well, when I see a Damsel in Distress of not paying for her groceries, it is the honour in a good person like me that makes me pay for them."

Anyone that did not know Teddy, would be able to see that he was being as sarcastic as possible at this moment and it would be funny if the situation was not so tense. Teddy knew that men like him had no Honor, for what they did would earn them some form of damnation, or at least that was what the fanatics of the religions taught. He let himself be guided by fate, as his path was already set out for him, and he would gladly see it through.

"Well trust me! I am no Damsel in Distress, and I do not need help to pay for my groceries. Oh and people like you, have no Honor, trust me I would know."

With that, The Woman had entered her car and drove off, not giving Teddy any chance to respond or even prove her wrong, but he let her go, he found that she was a breath of fresh air. Oddly, he liked the defiance that she showed and also, the pure goodness that she held, only one would be able to see the small twinge of darkness that was within her, the darkness that was waiting to be corrupted. He soon turned his attention back to the Dealer, who had now finished getting his transaction from the obviously addicted hooker.

Tommy started walking towards the dealer with the intent to make him stop, only the Dealer was looking towards him with a grin, like he expected him to come over there. This brought Teddy senses on alert, he scanned around, finding nobody and people in the store would easily witness an altercation if it happens, of course, they would not rat on him. Teddy finds himself in front of the Dealer, wanting to know why he is dealing in their territory.

"So, What do you think ya doing here man?"

Tommy asks with a sarcastic bite in his tone, The Man gives him a smirk that sets Tommy on edge, knowing that men were not usually this confident, unless they had a backer. Instead, Tommy tried to notice if there was any noticeable ink on the man, only to find no ink that would associate him with a Gang of some kind, which brought up the fact that this guy was either, a lone dealer or just stupid. Tommy decided to get in the guy's face, hoping to intimidate him, only to have the man smirk once more.

"I think I'm providing quality service to my customers, so why don't you go on and leave, little boy?"

Just as Tommy was about to show this guy who ruled this territory, multiple men had come out of from many dark corners that were around the store, they were, of course, wielding heavy weaponry that made Tommy feel small with just his pistol, but he knew that this was a losing battle, only he had seen the patches of the men that surrounded him. He shook his head, knowing that they were moving in, but this quickly? He had to tell the Old Man or otherwise. this would be another battle all over again. Something that Chicago as a whole was not keen on seeing this soon.

"Oh I see that I have overstayed my welcome, but just know, I will be back, and it won't be words we trade."

Tommy walked away, hearing the chuckling of the men that knew they won this small battle, considering Tommy was alone and had no backup. Tommy found himself sitting on his bike, as he started it up, putting on his helmet and riding gloves. He rode up, nothing was off his mind, The Dealer and The Wild brunette that had just arrived in town.
 

Fallen Angel MC Scrapyard

Walking around the Scrapyard was Caroline Romana, Old Lady of Galen Romana, Mother of Three, and Matriarch of The Romana Family, while also The Peoria Charter of the Angels. In other words, Her Husband may have ruled The Angels Peoria Charter, but he was ruled at home by her. Caroline was often referred to as The Queen of Chicago, or even The Queen of Bikers, being rivalled by the now-deceased Francesca Maldonado.

Caroline and Francesca had started as the Best of Friends, being in the same circle once Francesca had married Mael Pavanno, while she was not like Francesca, in the terms of being dead and blind to the affairs of her husband, she would do anything to protect her boys and children. When Francesca had married Michael Pavanno, it had brought a whole lot of good news between the Best Friends as they had known each other for a while, as the years went on, both Caroline and Francesca changed.

Caroline becomes more involved with a former patched member of The Mother Charter, Galen Romana, who would later become President of one of the bigger charters in the Angels, being put on the radar by the FBI in the process. While Caroline may have not liked the life for her children, she had understood that many of them would not actually be running guns and instead provide security for the smaller charters of The Angels.

'Then there comes the Mother of Angels and Mayhem as some call her, but I still remember her as my friend and fellow mother of angels. The Woman who had married Michael and in return earned respect from the various women that wanted to hop on our men, well, we showed them not to do that ever!'

Caroline remembered Francesca, her best friend, and greatest ally in all of this, well at least she thought before she died three years ago. Her Husband and herself found it odd that Rosier, only a patched member had taken up the Gavel, instead of Antonio Carillo, who was the Vice-President currently. Either way, they found it suspicious and knew if they looked into that it would garner the attention of the Mother Charter.

Only then something else happens, Kip had called her up, stating that his son's High School Sweetheart had run away from The Life, something that Caroline understood as she often wanted to run and take away her kids from this type of life, but it was too late then. She had loved Galen and her children would never want to be away from their Father, who had often seen the fear shining in her eyes and did his best to comfort her.

'Kip Austen, you never cease amaze me, calling me when you need information on whether the so-called whore of Chicago had graced Peoria, but no one has seen anyone like her.'

Just then, Caroline had heard the familiar roars of motorcycles and looked to see that it was Daven Vargas, The Acting V.P, with a couple of the new Prospects, Scarface, who had a nasty scar going over his both of his eyes, while his real name was simply Jason Keith, a former soldier. The next was Kid, who was about 5'6, hence the nickname. His real name was Andre King, cousin to Louie King, Patched Member of The Chicago Charter.

"Caroline, Y'know where Frankie is? We got some news, and it ain't all good.."

Caroline looked towards Vargas with narrowed eyes, which made The Acting V.P look towards the prospects, telling them to go take their shifts. Caroline had directed Vargas to the office, with an eerily calm silence falling over them. Soon Caroline turned around, nailing Vargas to the wall with her overly sweet smile and soft eyes, something that was the opposite to the nervousness and complete shit-scared look that adorned his face.

"What's the news, Vargas?"

Vargas may have been the Ruthless Acting V.P of Galen Romana, but when faced with Caroline, he could not help but be reminded that he was a little boy compared to the experienced Old Lady, who must have seen it all and learned what it is truly like to be an Old Lady. Vargas sat on the couch and soon lit a smoke, as he knew that he would have to calm his nerves. Taking a puff, he allowed the smoke to fill his lungs, before blowing it out softly, he looked at Caroline, who was still waiting calmly.

"A Brother Charter is heading up here, they have some business that needs help, some Dealers have been pushing them out, backed by some Bullshit MC"

Caroline knew that many Brother Charters were close to them, it could be The Washington Angels or even the ones further out of the Chicago Radius. She knew that it could range from many, considering the Charters across the US.

"Which one Ollie? It could vary,"

Oliver chuckled, knowing that Caroline was not going to take a vague answer, although as if saving him, the roar of motorcycles heading their way had alerted them to one of The Angels wanting entry. As Oliver walked out with the smoke between his lips, he looked towards the gate with wide eyes and let out a muttered curse under his breath, wondering why they had to be here this early.

"I'm guessing that's the charter."

Oliver looked towards Caroline with a wry smirk on his face, that almost had the Matriarch laughing, but once she saw who it was, she also let out a muttered shit. Considering they did not need this either and they knew this Charter would bring nothing but trouble, although they saw a face among them, one of the oldest patches of The Washington Charter, Oswald Lowman.
 

"Bardstown, I guess they were being pushed out enough that they came here for help, call the guys Daven, all of them, I'll get the girls to prepare something for our unexpected visitors."

Caroline walked out with an angry huff, considering that she wanted to have this day to herself, but had to play her role and would need to greet the President of The Small Bardstown Charter of The Angels, which had only 9 Members, and was supposed to serve as a go-between Washington and The Chicago Chapters.

"Understood,"

Daven got on the horn, as he knew that Frankie needed to be here, greeting The President of The Bardstown Charter, only then, more roars of Motorcycles were heard heading in their direction, Oliver could only guess who it was, but he hoped that it was Louie or Ric, they needed someone of importance to handle The Bardstown Charter
 

Daven had gotten his wish, only in the form of The Princes, Teddy and Gerry Romana were soon greeted with the sight of The Washington and Bardstown Charters. Teddy allowed a smile to grace his lips, never forgetting his Uncle Parker, The President of The small town Charter.

"Uncle Parker! What are you doing here!? I thought that we didn't have a run for a while..."

Tommy had strode over to his uncle as he said this, gripping him in a firm hug, while many of the other patched members looked on in awe that their President was greeted like a common member. Even though Parker was a President, he knew that he had answered to Washington or Chicago Charters in terms of the order, so he greeted Tommy as if he were the National President, even though, that was not true.

"We got some shit with some Small MC, think they can move on our Territory, I'll explain more when Frankie gets here, we need to discuss with him here."

Tommy nodded, looking over towards his brother, who was talking with Oswald, the two looked to be enjoying their conversation. Tommy looked back to the office, walking towards with a bop in his step, he never noticed the lingering eyes of many F.O.A.M.C Members looking at him, in some kind of respect that seemed reserved for his Father, Oliver, or Ric, or Hugh Anderson, Former V.P Of The Chicago Charter.
 

"Mom, you in there!?"

Tommy shouted as he hoped to lure his mother out, only to find that it was empty, but then he saw someone waiting, and he was sure that it was the Lady from last night. He cleared his throat, noticing her lingering eyes on The Angel wings that decorated the wall of his mother's office, she waved it proudly, like one would the US Flag.

"You alright in here Darlin?"

The woman looked to him with narrowed eyes, finding the voice to similar and still, it warmed her the way he had said it, but she refused to allow it to show on her face. The Woman looked to him before answering the question,

"I am here to see if you have any spare parts for my car,"

Tommy nodded, before noticing the Paperwork and decided to see if they had what she needed. Tommy knew that they had a few things in the Inventory, that this woman, Angela Knowles, could use.

"Yah we have some of these parts, but they could be damaged, as this is a scrapyard, but we may have a few new parts if you are willing to pay extra. Is that good?"
 

Angela nodded, finding the place better than anywhere else, but still, her eyes lingered on the Kutte that this Young Man wore, she could see that she was older than him, as he barely looked like he was out of college, at best he was 20 at the minimum.

"Yeah, I appreciate the help."

Tommy smirked, on the tip of his lips, was the words, 'Would not be the first time I helped ya out' but he left it to himself and instead called Andre, The Prospect over.

"Hey! Andre, help this Lady out with some Spare Parts, you understand?"

Andre nodded, already getting to work, while leading Tara towards the back, wanting to find the correct parts for her car. Although Both Tara and Tommy seemed to share a look of thanks, which was returned with small smiles on both of their parts.

"Tommy! Your Father's here! Come to The Table!"

Tommy nodded, knowing that it was time, soon enough, 48 Members of The Angels had gone to the very large Table Room of Peoria. Tommy smiled, knowing that his mom was cooking up a nice meal for the Charters out of the town. Tommy wished that Hugo was here, considering that the man was like a father to him. Only he was on a run to Los Angeles, having to provide security with some Gun Shipment for the Asians, Mei and Diadora.

Sitting at the Head of The Table was Galen Romana, the man had a greying-black beard, with his head shaved bald, and yet he still looked young. He wore some sunglasses, as a Cigar was in his right hand, to his Left sat his Sergeant At Arms, Ric Grace, who had a cool look on his face, he watched for threats and wanting to know if anyone was still packing.

To his right, was his Acting V.P, Daven Vargas, who had a smirk on his face. Next to Daven sat Tommy, and Opposite Tommy was his brother, Gerald. While Louie had sat next to Gerald.

Parker had taken the Seat at the end of the Table, showing his position as a President among the Angels, still, it was clear who was in control of this Table, as he did not have The Gavel in his hand.

"What's the issue Park? That you needed to ride up here, with the protection of The Washington Chapter?"

Parker leaned forward, silence reigned in this large room, that fit all 48 Members of The Sons,

"I got a problem, some MC has muscled in on our Guns, they've stolen the shipment. Now, Roger does not know of this, but if he does, he won't see much use for our Charter if we lost a fucking shipment to some barely on the Radar MC."

Tommy perked up, he remembered the night before, when he noticed a dealer on their territory, being guarded by some Bullshit club that he had the unfortunate circumstance of knowing.

"Hey, Parker, we're these guys Latino? Their patches are White and Blue?"

Everyone looked to Tommy, who simply ignored them and kept his focus on Parker, who nodded soon enough, knowing of the MC that was trying to muscle in, of course, it was not that easy for the MC, but the Angels were slowly getting pushed out and needed help from the Bigger and Better armed Charter of Peoria. Being the Big Brother of Washington and Bardstown, occasionally Oswald would drop in before heading to Los Angeles.

Parker nodded towards Tommy's question, which made him gain a curious look on his face, questioning something in his head for a while before his face lit up like a lightbulb turned on in his head.

"What's on your mind son?"

Galen asked in a rather gruff voice towards his 20-Year-Old Son, who had already seen plenty in his life, he already looked like a man grown. Although Frankie knew his son was smart, he hoped that he would stay in College for a while longer, but no that was not the case, as he dropped out and immediately started hanging around the Club, soon being made a Prospect after that. Galen just wished that his boys did not idolize the life like it was a fantasy, because while it held brotherhood, it also held other things better left unsaid.

"I'm thinking this MC is playing Proxy for a Bigger Player, and I already know who."

Every member looked towards Tommy with raised eyebrows, some even resorting to widened eyes, they never thought that a Twenty-Year-Old kid would know who was pushing out Bardstown, but it seems they were wrong.

"The Aztecas, they want a piece of The Guns Trade that we have had, Phillipe is probably giving this MC a chance to prove something by taking down The Bardstown Charter. Its why this MC took the Guns, prove to Alvarez they have what it takes. If we find these guys, we can take them down, or we allow for the esteemed Peoria PD to handle it for us, it's your call, Prez."

Galen looked to his son with a smirk, knowing that having Peoria's Police handling it, would be different and possibly better for the MC as a whole, but he knew that Parker would want retaliation. Peoria had stayed out of many wars in the past few years but always sent help towards The MCs that needed it. Galen soon placed his Cigar in an Ashtray, knowing that he was to call for a vote.

"All those in favour of retaliation..."

26 Hands went up, including many of The Peoria Charter wanted bloodshed for the Bardstown MC, including Gerald and Tommy, knowing that this was needed, surprisingly though, The Prez, Acting V.P, And Sgt At Arms had not raised their hand in the option of bloodshed.

The Other 22 knew that they were opposed, and majority ruled, Frankie tapped the Gavel down, quickly standing up to wipe this bullshit MC off the face of God's Green earth. Tommy and Gerald followed behind their Father, heading towards the Armory. It was time for bloodshed, whoever this MC was, it was the time for their end.

"Are you really letting our son do this?"

Galen could not help but grit his teeth when his wife was mad, it was best for him to let it happen and wait for his chance to talk.

"Care, he is not going to be a kid forever, he wanted to be in the life, this is part of it. And you know this as well I do, he was never going to remain on the sidelines, its time for him to lace up his boots. This happening, we ride out soon enough."

Caroline nodded knowing it was true, but only then, her husband caught sight of Angela walking out of the back, with a few parts in a duffel bag, that would no doubt be needed to fix or improve her car. Caroline turned to Angela with a small motherly smile that set the former Native of Chicago on edge, wondering why the woman was being so cordial towards her when they barely knew one another.

"You got everything you need ?"

Angela nodded, about to walk away, but was stopped once Caroline laced their arms together, Caroline had given Galen a look stating that he should wait here, to which he did, although he continued to watch his wife hold a conversation with a woman that did not have an association with The Angels, or so he thought.

"Angela you know I've heard that name before, it must be a rarity in the US"

Angela chuckled nervously, wondering where the woman was going with this but continued letting herself be guided towards her car, knowing that they were in clear sight of many people, although these people were Fallen Angel's groupies, Hangarounds, Prospects, and Members. She possibly thought she was safe and would not be assaulted, Angela looked at Caroline, looking at her grey eyes, that she seemed to share with her sons.

"It must be, I would like to thank you for your help today, You and your son, it was very helpful"

Angela shot a fleeting glance towards Tommy, no longer looking at him with narrowed eyes like the night before, at the store, she now looked at him with kind eyes, she could tell by him sitting on his lonesome, with a can of Cola in hand that he did not drink. He seemed to prefer keeping his senses, something that she respected with her dream of becoming a Pediatric Nurse, she would rather not see abusive or alcoholic parents take care of children. She was currently going to Medical School.