Peoria, Fallen Angels MC Scrapyard 

"Galen, I wanna thank you Brother, you know, its an embarrassment. Being pushed out of our own town, but Roger didn't want to give any more guys. He's focused on the business with the Heavenly Host. We need to deal with these fucking Aztecas before anything else brother, I'll contact ya soon. Might need some more support."

Parker gripped his Brother in a fierce hug that had most of the guys nodding in approval, knowing that the two Presidents shared a bond that many would not understand. It stemmed from when they were children, just like Givern, who they had known in childhood also. They were the Three Brothers some would refer to them, but now, there were only two.

"I always got you, brother, be safe. If the Aztecas come, we'll be ready, over thirty-five guys are ready to show these Latino Pricks who the fuck we are! Go, before I have to throw you off me, ha-ha!"

Parker flipped him off, before getting at the head of the column and knew that he was to lead his charter back home. Many ladies and hangarounds clapped as the FAMC Bardstown rode away, leaving Galen and his Acting V.P, Vargas watching. They both turned around heading to the chapel, knowing that business was going to be discussed, but before they could, a prospect, more specifically, Kid.

"Gal, we got Salt-Lake on the horn, talking about the Aztecas..."

Kid noticed that the Prez and V.P shared a look before walking into the offices, knowing that any news of the Salt-Lake charter calling was not going to be anything good. Considering the two charters always kept a close eye on one another, protecting and looking out for one another, as a true brotherhood should.

Galen picked up the telephone, his voice, hard, rung out over the phone, wanting to know who he was speaking too.

"Calm down Galen, shit Brother, it seems you riled up The Aztecas, what the fuck happened last week?"

Spoke out, President of the Salt-Lake City Charter, a die-hard member of the Sons, one of the greatest brothers to ever wear a patch in Frank's opinion.

"Aztecas moved on Brother territory, we took it back, but we ain't know that the Aztecas had played proxy and patched in a barely on the radar MC. It was bullshit, Phillipe must be playing a bigger hand or he's swinging his dick around, trying to make us fear him."

There was a certain silence between the two presidents for a while there, they didn't know what to do at this moment. They knew that the Salt-Lake charter would be able to handle it. This was a matter of the Aztecas stepping on business that had nothing to do with them, this called for retaliation and not in the form of simply shooting down a shitty charter that had nothing to do with their beef. This was the time to end the Aztecas once and for all, they needed to be dealt with and finally, this was the moment to do it. 

"Listen, brother, you'll get Hugh and a few of his boys down there in a minute, they were probably stopped by these Aztecas. The war is more on the East Coast then our side of things. We may just have to ride up and give some assistance, don't know yet, we'll get this sorted out though brother, you have my word on that. No one is going to fuck with us!"

Galen turned on his feet, noticing the worried gaze of his wife but he turned away from it. This was not the time, he knew that she was worried for Tommy, he was too. Only he needed to be here for his men, his boys and just like now, they would need him for the future of this game and what was truly at stake.

All the brothers sat around the table now, Galen was angry, he was pissed. His son was in the hospital due to these fucks, he wanted this, no, he needed this to happen and his brothers could see it. This had to happen or it was going to be a long road to recovery for them.

"Brothers, I am sure that you have heard. The Rockford Charter has run into some troubles with the Aztecas, we'll be taking stock of the Russian Hardware to deliver a swift end to these fucks. Supposedly, Phillipe has ridden up as well, wishing to finally end his side of the war and if we can do this then we have the Aztecas dead and finally burning in hell where they belong."

Many of the brothers slammed their fists on the table, showing that they were in support of this final end to the thorn in their sides -that had been the Aztecas MC. Once upon a time, it would have been a bad thing taking them on, they were old and well-established, only to find that they were soon outmatched with the mob assistance due to Mael and his connections with the old country.

"I want to know that we have a unanimous decision here, taking on the Aztecas in this side of things is not going to be easy, nor is it going to be a simple matter of a couple of bullets to the dome. We are here to make sure that they lay at our feet begging for the sweet release of death! Only then can we make sure that we end! All in favour of the Aztecas MC meeting the angel of death?"

And it was not a split vote, no one had even denied that the Aztecas had their time, it was the moment for them to be put to rest once and for all.