Casey rubbed his face and exhaled as Alejandra spoke - all of his options circulating in his brain. He thought of many possible scenarios, trying to make the best of a bad decision for the safety of his club. He trusted Alejandra however, her point of view was always taken into account. In this context, she had it right and he had to admit it. "Okay," Casey agreed, knowing it would be in everyone's best interest to let Madison stay - for now at least. She knew where they were and likely had connections outside the club that could come back to hurt them - letting her go could be suicide. Patched or not she also had quite the compelling argument that was hard to prove otherwise. A member of her caliber could be useful in this new world - she seemed to be able to hold her own out there so it could compliment their group for her to stay; if she could learn how to play nice. As to interrupt the moment, the sound of an engine grew into the scene, drawing Casey’s attention. The VP turned towards the gate where he could see a black van start its approach - other members swinging the gate open so the vehicle could make its entry into clubhouse grounds. Hank and Jenkins had returned from their meeting with Edgar - another issue that would need to wait until after they dealt with this horde.
"Have Kallie get her dressed and Kit take a look at her to make sure she's healthy. Could you keep an eye on her?" he asked Alejandra, knowing she was the best choice. Without awaiting for a response, Casey wrapped his arm around her lower back and gave her a kiss. "Thank you," he whispered to her, knowing she would do what he asked, not because of rank but because of love. He nodded and started past her, heading down the steps toward the van that was parked in their compound. Casey approached the blacked-out passenger door as it opened up and the club's President stepped out. Wearing dark blue jeans, black boots and a collared navy blue shirt, Hank looked at Casey in question. "What's going on?" he asked in his smoked voice as he pulled his cut from the van.
"We have company. Madison Connor Jones. Said she’s Bill’s niece, from Elkin." Hank looked at Casey confused as he pulled the vest over his shoulders. He looked over at Jenkins still in the drivers seat. “Park the van,” he instructed him as he started his walk towards the clubhouse. His face smudged in question. "I thought Elkin was dead?"
"Yeah...me too. You think Tucker lied?" Casey questioned, referring to the person that gave them the misleading information. Hank nodded, unsure what to believe at the moment. "We'll figure it out later, right now we have other fish to fry. There’s a sea of dead out there, hundreds of them. We need all hands on deck for this one," he stated, inching his way to the clubhouse steps. “We haven’t seen dead like that in a long time. Maybe she led them here…” Casey said bluntly, trying to still decipher Madison’s motives. A moment of silence followed as both men walked up the steps of their home and stood in its porch as their eyes drew back towards the gates.
"What was your meeting with Edgar about?" Casey wondered. Edgar Clay was a very powerful man before the apocalypse and his reign continued even afterwards. He wasn’t a good man, but was the Angels’ lifeline to supplies. Without his business the club would be dead by this point.
"His daughter got involved with Mironov. He wants her out," Hank divulged uneasily. What most people didn’t know about Hank was that he had a sweet spot for children, especially young girls. His wife who has since passed was pregnant with a girl. She and Hank’s daughter passed away during childbirth. The old man never spoke of it, but mentioned once and it had stuck with Casey for forever - giving new light to the dark man Hank was.
"She's in the trade?" Casey asked in disbelief. Marinov, or better known as Madame Marinov was the daughter of the Russian Mafia. She came to the United States at a young age where she learned through mud how the world worked. Sex sold and money was power. She got into the business of sex labor and continued her business even after the dead rose to claim it. Like Edgar, Madame Marinov is not someone to mess with and they were getting in bed with the devil and his wife.
"It appears so." Hank turned around and opened the door to the club, finding Weston right on the other side facing him. “Get everybody ready, the dead are coming.”
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