Page 12 of Celtic Dragon
“Fuck! Nothing?”
“Nothing. It’s as if they don’t even exist,” he says, completely baffled.
“Damn! I was hoping that at least we could get a lead. Even a small one would be better than nothing.”
“I’m sorry, boss.”
“Hey, no need to be sorry. You are the best intel guy around. If you can’t find anything on someone, then there’s nothing to find.” I pat him on the back. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll talk to Rebel more on the plane tomorrow and see if he has anything else. Come on, let’s get to church.”
Everyone comes into the room and takes a seat. I’m the last to enter the room and start the meeting by saying, “I really thought that we were finally getting things back to normal, but that doesn’t look like it’s gonna happen … at least, not yet. We’ve got an issue in Ireland that needs our immediate attention.”
I look over at Rebel and he nods. I continue, “Rebel’s family is in trouble and he has asked the club for our help. Rebel, do you want to fill your brothers in?” He nods again, gets up from his chair and begins to pace, explaining to the club all that he explained to me about our family.
When he’s done, I ask, “Do we need a vote or are you all in?”
They all nod in agreement and Spike speaks up, “All in, Ice. Shit, a brother needs his club, his club does what it takes to help him out. Right, boys?”
They all agree in unison, as I expected. I turn to Rebel and say, “So, it looks like we’re going to Ireland. Do you have any ideas where we should start?”
“I do. I think we should start in Belfast, in and around some of the British security offices. We may not find them, but it is a good place to start and get some feelers out.”
I nod and turn to Dbag. “I’ll need you to get me all the intel you can on the British security offices in Belfast.”
“You got it, boss,” he replies.
“I also think we need to look at prisons in the north,” Rebel adds.
I turn back to Dbag. Before I can utter a word, he says, “Got it.”
“How many men do you think you’ll need?” I ask.
“Three, maybe four should be good. My brothers can help as well and I am sure we have contacts on the inside to help if needed.”
“Ok.” I look around the table, wondering who I can spare. As much as I want Hawk to come along, I really need him here. I trust all my brothers, but they are not all leaders. Hawk is, and right now I need a leader to remain home. We have to start making the transition of moving our gun business to the Satans, we’ve got a new clubhouse being renovated, a porn studio to launch … and then there’s Brianne. I need someone I can trust to keep the ball rolling on all our outstanding issues. I trust all my brothers, but Hawk is my VP and a born leader.
I know that Rebel and I can’t handle this task on our own, so as I look around the room I think about who should go with us. Ryder comes to mind first. Then there is Doc. If one of us gets hurt, we’ll definitely need him.
“Doc, Ryder, you boys are going to Ireland.”
They nod and Ryder asks, “When do we leave?”
“I’ve secured transport out of Buffalo late Friday afternoon.”
“I’ll be ready,” Doc says.
Ryder nods. “Me too, boss.”
“Good. Dbag, I need that intel ASAP. We’ve got two days to learn everything we can about the IRA. Make it happen.”
“I’m on it,” Dbag replies.
“Good.”
I try to keep the remainder of our meeting short because I’ve got so much shit to do before we leave. I fill them in on how things ended with the Satans. I explain that we have Brianne and order a 24/7 watch on her at the hospital. Although it appears that all is safe, I’m not taking any chances with Skid. He’s definitely the kind of guy that would go against his president in a heartbeat. Not to mention the fact he holds me personally responsible for the loss of his plaything. When I saw her in that drugged-up state, I made a vow to myself that I was going to do everything in my power to see that she gets her life back.
Everyone is on board with the changes we are making and we have money in the bank. Now I just need to wait for Dbag to dig in to all the intel he is gonna get for us. As the meeting adjourns, I announce, “Dinner at my house tonight, boys. You deserve it. Oh, and Honey is cooking.” They all cheer and reassure me that they’ll be there.
Honey is cooking a going-away dinner for Ari tonight, so Hawk and Rebel were already coming over. Now the whole club is coming over, so I need to let the girls know. The boys need this; it’s the perfect opportunity for them to kick back and chill for a time. With the clubhouse in ruins, they’ve not had that home base that they’re used to (or constant access to the den mama).
