(Flashback)
One month earlier
On a dark night, the city streets were nearly empty. Streetlights flickered over rain-soaked pavement.
An old black car stopped a few meters away from the Lucifer clubhouse.
Danger sat behind the wheel, his cigarette glowing in the dark, his eyes cold as he watched the place.
The back door opened quietly. Ratboy stepped out lightly, moving like a shadow among shadows. He wore black gloves and a low cap hiding his face.
Step by step, he approached the door, glanced left and right, then slipped a thin tool into the lock. A soft click. The door opened without a sound.
He entered like even his breathing was measured. He walked straight to the large table in the center of the room.
From his pocket, he pulled out a small, precise listening device and fixed it underneath the table using strong adhesive, pressing it firmly to make sure it held.
With experienced hands, he wiped down any trace he might've left behind. Every move calculated. Every second mattered.
He left as quietly as he came, closed the door behind him without a sound, and returned to the car.
He got in. Danger was waiting with a cold smile.
The car rolled away smoothly into the dark street, leaving no suspicion behind.
As if they were never there.
(End of flashback)
At the reception, Tig asked the employee for the room number…
He opened the door with a grin.
Without any introduction—
Chibs said:
"You wear that badge well, you bastard."
They both rushed forward and embraced.
Tig (mocking):
"You remember me? Still remember how to hold a gun?"
Chibs:
"You want me to start the day by pulling a bullet outta your ass or what?"
Tig:
"Last time I got shot in the ass was years ago… you wanna test your luck?"
Chibs:
"Ah, damn it, man… you bring the bag?"
Tig:
"Yeah."
Chibs grabbed the bag and opened it. He took off his clothes and pulled out the leather jacket… the vest—the SAMCRO kutte.
Tig:
"Holy shit… he's back. Damn… feels like we just went back 14 years. Girls won't stand a chance."
Chibs (sarcastic):
"You haven't changed. Who the hell's got time for an old man like me?"
Tig (grinning):
"There's plenty of pills out there if you're losing hope."
Chibs put everything on. Then he took out a gun and a knife, hiding them in his clothes.
Chibs pulled the knife… and pressed it right against Tig's most valuable asset.
Tig:
"Hey—hey, easy, man! Whoa whoa—take it easy! Just a joke!"
Chibs pulled the knife away.
Tig:
"Ooooh shit… starting the chaos early, huh?"
They shook hands.
Chibs:
"Missed the old days."
Tig (cutting in):
"How the hell are you getting outta here?"
Chibs:
"Just follow me."
Step after step… every move under the stares and shock of everyone around them.
Tig pointed at him and said proudly:
"That's a Son of Anarchy."
"Thanks for taking care of him."
Chibs:
"You got my bike or not?"
Tig:
"It's in the garage… waiting for you. Let's go."
Tig got on his bike—but Chibs didn't.
Chibs:
"Wait. One minute. I'll be back."
Tig put on his helmet, turned back in confusion:
"Damn, man… looks like you've been having a good time in there."
Chibs walked up and hugged the caretaker.
Chibs:
"Thank you… for everything, Karen."
Caretaker (shocked):
"You… were pretending all along?"
Chibs:
"Yeah."
He kissed her forehead… and walked away.
Tig whistled mockingly:
"Show's over."
Chibs:
"Let's go. We've got a lot of work to do. No time to waste, boss."
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