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BLINDSPOT
CODE BLACK -MENTIONED (LA MEMORIAL)
SONS OF ANARCHY
"Everyone...a tattoo's popped."
Once everyone has assembled, Paterson says, "Seattle Washington...these 'organic' demonstrations appear to be anything but organic, and today we saw the
the first sign of violence: a group of about a dozen armed 'protesters' engaged Washington State Police in a twenty-minute gun battle...seven were killed, the rest
were taken into custody."
Neo-nazi and right-wing types are flocking to the state; the AUSA, county, and city attorneys are very concerned, they believe something is up-and even if
this tat hadn't drawn notice, we're being asked to get involved."
"What about the 'tat ?" Natasha Zapata asks, uneasily. Reade glances at her, a puzzled look on his face (no one notices)...
"It's the SONS OF ANARCHY logo--HERE, in this part of the crest--it corresponds to this tat on Jane's lower neck."
Jane says "Out of CALIFORNIA, right? Is that the chapter that..." her voice trails off, and she eyes Zapata guiltily.
"It's fine," the Latina tells her, smiling weakly. "When is wheels up, Reade?"
"2300hrs...that's everyone, including Brianna. Back here, 2300."
Jane and Kurt Weller share an elevator ca with Zapata and Reade. The four ride down to the lobby in silence, and say their goodbyes in the garage.
The ride home is silent until Tasha says "Just say it, Reade."
"You're staying. Teller is probably luring us there, looking for another chance at you. He won't stop, Tash."
"Neither will you, My Love."
"Will you stay?" he persists.
"Pull over, please?" After he does, she takes both of his hands in hers. "Don't make that an order , PLEASE, Reade," she begs. she begs. "Don't
order me not to be by your side, to not protect you. Hmmm?"
"Let's go home. Get some sleep, gear up."
Natasha Zapata revels in the aftermath of their energetic love-making. She LOVES the taste and feel of Reade's's cum in her mouth-he is the only
man has ever allowed to do such. She really can't help herself--not with HIM. She wants and needs him, with every fiber of her being. She is HIS, and he is
HERS. He believes her when she says there IS nothing and NEVER HAS BEEN anything romantic between her and Jax Teller. Teller has developed an
obsession with her since meeting her years ago at the Zapata family's California relative's home. A DANGEROUS obsession...how all of this fits into the
SEATTLE CRISIS remains to be seen.
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"I noticed some tension between Zapata and Reade earlier...any idea what that's about?"
"Hm? Oh; during her uc assignment--the human trafficking, remember? She came into contact with a biker: the president of an outlaw gang associated with the
traffickers. The creep developed a fascination with Tash and apparently, he's cooked up some plot to abduct her...if you can believe that," Jane replies
"Fucking poster child for untreated mental illness, that one" Kurt muttered. "But why the tension...or did I miss something?"
"Reade...has some doubts about how...'close' the two of them got. She told me some flirting but no physical contact: and I believe her, Kurt."
"In the Ceeya...ucs are authorized to do whatever it takes to get close to their targets"...
"That's true. But...sometimes...things happen even if you don't want them to," Jane stated, glancing away.
"I've told you that I don't care about Oscar; Allie and I have a baby; granted her pregnancy happened before we married..."
"I need to talk to...to PATTERSON," Jane stammered and rushed away. "JANE!" he called after her.
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"Jax. Listen to me," pleaded Gemma Teller, his mother. "Getting mixed up with Northside Nation...Serrano's not...someone to fuck with. Your dad found that
out--the Mexs in the Sinaloa cartels...which NSN is mixed up with."
"What's that mean: 'Dad found out that this Serrano's nobody to fuck with'...I'm supposed to crap my pants?!"
"Do you remember when Dad was gone for 4 months when you were 12, maybe 13?"
Jax pondered for several seconds. "Yeah. He went to Ireland to make a deal with our chapter over there."
"NO, Baby. He was in Los Angeles Memorial, in ICU after the cartels fucked him up: he almost died."
"We ain't scared of em!"
Sadly, Gemma said "Talk to CLAY (HER CURRENT HUSBAND AND HIS FATHER JOHN'S SECOND IN COMMAND), or TIG (TRAGER-SAMCRO
VP)...they know. I'm not lying."
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After Jax asked Clay and Tig about his mother's claim, the two exchanged glances before Clay said "We ain't ready for the NSN much less the fuckin'
cartels, Kid...and this spic broad is FBI , Jax. Think this through, man!"
"You gotta know, Boss that even if we could fuck with the spics and NSN...the 'Feebs'? Really?"
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SAMCRO:
Sons Of Anarchy Motorcycle Club
Redwood Originals
Only 1 o the 'First 9' survive to this day
(the original 9 members of the club)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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"YO, JAX!"
Jaxson (Jax) Teller, newly appointed president of the Sons Of Anarchy (SAMCRO) criminal organization and motorcycle club,
looks up from the joint he's rolling to pay attention to his Sergeant at Arms, Pierston (Piney) Winston's harried shout.
"What, Man! WHAT!", he calls back, his words slightly slurred.
"That fucking half s**c half smoke AUSA just hit that weasel lawyer's office with three dozen subpoenas for all of our legal businesses-the
wreckers, garage, porn films...and GET THIS: the AUSA in Washington State is another goddam half spic half smoke AUSA dropped the same number
of paper a few hours later. That's gonna fuck shit up in SEATTLE, ain't it?"
"FUCK!" Jax screams, slinging his 'rolling tray' and its contents across the room. "We need this shit, with the fucking Mayans growing bigger balls
by the day, and the goddamn NORDS (white supremacist NORDICS gang) staring shit too? GODDAMN IT!"
"Don't forget the 'brothas', Alex (Tig) Traeger mumbles, stomping in from the garage.
"They paid us 300 large for the Seattle gig, Jax. They expect bodies and weapons, Bro."
"I don't FUCKIN KNOW THAT OP!?" He glares at Harry "Opie" Winston, the club's main enforcer.
There's silence until Piney says what most of the others are thinking: club meeting to hash out how to proceed.
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Brandon Shaw-Cortez reviews the most recent list of indictments drawn up against those who have impeded emergency medical responders,
law enforcement; apart from those, the State Attorney General seeks guidance on separate charges against business owners who defy state law. Lastly,
the Seattle Mayor AND State Senator Shonda Rhymes request call-backs regarding one MICHAEL DIXON. Both Women hinted around without mention-
ing immunity: What the fuck is THAT ABOUT?"
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Seattle Washington Tactical operations Room-SPD HQ
Detectives Tom Hackett and Damien Asante lead the Emerald Task Force (the Seattle PD response) under the direct supervision of
Assistant Director Edgar Reade, NYO, and his Critical Response Team. Members of the Terrorist Threat Assessment Team (also
from NY) are on hand. The SAC (Special Agent In Charge) of the Seattle and surrounding area FBI offices attend, as do the Under
Sheriff for King County, Washington, The Commander for the Seattle area State Police, and Chief Lucas Ripley and Battalion Chief
Robert Sullivan. AD assures all assembled that the FBI is not there to run roughshod over local or state law enforcement-the federal
is one with vastly more resources and manpower and one with experience in dealing with this type of threat.
"We're also here to look into the infiltration of Seattle-area law enforcement and even the fire departments by far-right extremists. The
Attorney General is obviously concerned about this, hence the SIZE of the task force we've put together. These extremists are well-funded,
well-armed, and though their 'cells' are loosely structured they ARE organized. Some are ex-military: an obvious concern. Our plan is to place
Agents in the SFD, for example, as probies. These probies would attempt to suss out intel by ostensibly agreeing with the targets' views, so
that advance plans about possible moves against the Federal Buildings downtown are known to us in advance... We won't CREATE CRIME where
none exists-per the intel there's ample reason for us to be here. Thank you...your Federal liaisons have been assigned and emails should begin
appearing in your in-boxes within the hour."