Guns 'n Drums

Cutler and Troy listened to Frank's announcement about leaving and both men felt uneasy about it but Cutler just let out a heavy sigh and shrugged. "Oh well nothing we can do for the people who decide to stay behind. Come on you two." said Cutler to Troy and Mallory as he lead them to their guns. Within a few moments they were at the guns but as they were walking there he could see the worried look on people's faces. Was Frank really going to leave the people who stayed behind unarmed? Cutler stopped in his tracks as he lead the duo to a few crates. A few of the bikers were standing there armed to the teeth and when they saw Cutler and Troy they stepped aside. Cutler opened one of the crates and pulled out a CZ 75B. "This here is a CZ 75B a very similar weapon to the Beretta but I prefer this over the Beretta it's a bit more light and easy to handle in my opinion. But if you are looking for something else we have a bunch of glocks as well in my opinion if you have seen one of these you have seen them all." said Cutler to the duo. "Go ahead and take a look go nuts and feel like a kid in a candy store." said Cutler followed by a hearty laugh as he crossed his arms.

Troy walked around and as he did he was impressed with the weapons he saw he picked up an IMI Uzi and as he looked at it he put it down shaking his head. He was fine with what he had still he wouldn't mind grabbing ammo for his saw-off shotgun. He walked over to Mal and as he did he smirked at her. "Hey beautiful find anything to put a smile on that face?" asked Troy jokingly. He turned his head as he saw Cassie with Mark. He was happy for them as he saw them walking around with their arms around each other. He just smirked and shook his head as he looked at Mallory. "Looks like soldier boy there is getting some tonight." said Troy half jokingly as he chuckled.

Frank was in his office as he grabbed his blue bandanna and shades that was on his desk. He put them on and as he did he looked over at the people below him and he could see that Troy and Mallory were having a blast as was Cassie and Mark. He was more happy though to get on the road and leave this place still he figured people would stay and if they did that was their problem. He looked at it as one less mouth to feed. An hour had past by and it was now to get the show on the road. He joined Troy, Mallory and Cutler where the weapons were and he just smirked at Mal letting out a light chuckle as he could see that she was quite enjoying himself. "You like our toys eh? For me personally I prefer something with a whole lot of bang." said Frank as he pulled out his handgun from his holster. He then proceeded to grab a shotgun from one of the open crates. He put his handgun away and grabbed a strap so he could have the shotgun on his back. He looked at the trio letting out a heavy sigh as he was ready to leave a faint smile appeared on his face. "You guys good?" asked Frank to them.


Cutler grabbed his weapons and nodded giving Frank a pat on the back before walking off and Troy looked at Mal then back at Frank. "Hey Frank umm...Mal here was wondering if maybe a few of the civilians could have some guns on hand? I mean we have a shitload of glocks and they basically are a kids toy I mean hell we could leave a few for the people that decide to-" said Troy before he was cutoff by Frank who raised his hand to hush him. "We had a talk about this and the people who decide to stay here are on their own and to be honest I'm not comfortable with any one of them having a gun. Hell I barely trust that model's boyfriend." said Frank to Troy referring to Mark. He then looked at Troy with a serious look and as he did Troy never broke eye contact but one could see he was uncomfortable. "You are lucky I am giving your friends here a pass that is the only reason why they are allowed to carry. Now go put these crates in the van." said Frank in a serious tone. Troy just nodded lowering his head and biting his lower lip as he started to close the crates up. A few of the bikers began to help him and as they did Frank started to give them the slow clap. "Good job boys proud of ya!" said Frank with a smirk. 

He then looked around the room and as he did he could see civilians lining up into the freight trucks while a few were staying behind. As people were getting in Frank just shook his head at the people that decided to stay behind thinking they were damn fools. He turned to look at Mallory and as he did he just smirked at the beautiful woman. "Alright so my guys are riding out first to try and clear the road you and the other trucks follow behind. We can stop every few hours so everyone can get a bathroom break and to stretch their legs. You got anything to add?" asked Frank to Mallory.

All of a sudden the sound of roaring engines were coming to life and that brought a smile to Frank's face as he looked around. He could see Troy was enjoying his new bike. 

Frank hopped on his bike and as he did he turned the engine on and it purred loud and proud he looked at the civilians who were staying behind and one of them went over to the gates and opened them. Mal's truck went out first followed by Billy who was driving the first truck full of civvies and lastly Roger an old member of the gang who has been around for years driving the truck full of water, food and other supplies. Frank and the other Hell-Riders soon left after the last truck and as they drove a smile could be seen on Frank's face as he felt the wind brush against it. Even in this hell he found peace driving on his bike as did all the other bikers.

He turned to his right seeing Warren and Max and he held gave them a signal to go to the back. He turned to see Kurt right next to him and he yelled over to him. "Hey me, Paco and Troy are going to the front with Mal you stay here with Cutler and make sure you keep in contact with Max through your radio." yelled Frank to Kurt who nodded. Frank looked over at Troy and Paco who were on his left. "You two with me!" yelled Frank to Troy and Paco who nodded and followed him. The trio temporarily broke off from the formation and sped up getting behind Mal's truck. "Hey Mal I got my guys behind the third truck and behind the second one. Me, Troy and Paco are behind you." said Frank over the radio to Mallory. It seemed like everything was going perfect for now but Frank knew it was only a matter of time before something got in the fucking way. They were out of Atlanta which was a good sign but he knew that people were going to need to take bathroom breaks and eat up I mean they hadn't even stop yet but Frank wanted to stop and find a place as he didn't want him and his other members to be coped up in all the trucks.


Luckily after what seemed to be hours and hours of driving he spotted a truck stop and he got on his radio. "Hey Mal let's stop at that truck stop over there and give these folks a bathroom break and something to eat." said Frank to Mallory over the radio he wasn't sure if she wanted to stop or not he would be willing to go as were his boys but the civilians they had with them might be a different story. Still if any of them were to get out of hand well Frank had ways of keeping the peace in order.

Hearing Mallory's words Cassandra sat there in silence as she thought back of that dark memory of what she did that day. It's the one thing Cassie thought about on a daily basis but seeing Mark for the first time since he left the gas station it went away but just briefly. As the truck came to a stop and people were in line waiting to get there food and supplies Cassie could see Mark was looking rather serious. "Babe what's wrong? asked Cassandra to Mark who looked at her and he shook his head giving his usual smile. "Nothing just thinking back is all." said Mark to Cassie. He was lying to her he complete was in soldier mode now keeping his guard up around these bikers not only to protect Cassie but other people as well. As they waited in line one by one people got their food looked like it was a ham sandwich with cheese, water, and some peaches. Mark shook his head as he knew now that if this was what they were getting it would only get worse from here. It was then he he could hear fighting from the front of the line a young biker was handing out food and water with Warren when an old man was next in line he seemed weak and was looking pale. "I need a cookie or something my blood sugar is low and if I don't get my-" said the old man before he was cutoff by the young biker. "Not my problem old man here is your food now go." said the young biker in an uncaring tone. "Please just a cookie-" said the old man before he was punched by the young biker. The old man dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes and Warren and the other bikers just laughed. Mark saw this and took his shotgun off his back quickly rushing over to the old man's aid.


He stood in front of the old man with his shotgun tightly in his hand ready to defend the man. "This stops now you hear me!? We aren't going to take this shit from you anymore!" said Mark to the young biker who just smirked and chuckled. "Hey soldier boy last time I checked the world went to hell and we can do whatever the hell we want. So I suggest you lay down that gun you have there before things get rough." said the young biker to Mark as he took a step towards Mark who cocked his shotgun. "Wrong move." said the young biker to Mark and as soon as he said that Mark was hit in the back of the head and he dropped to the ground as other bikers crowded him and proceeded to beat the holy hell out of him. After a few minutes the young biker picked up his shotgun and Mark stood up stumbling to his feet as he was bloody and dazed. The younger biker pointed Mark's gun at him and even though Mark was beaten he wasn't backing down. "Come on bitch! Put down that fucking gun and let's go!" said Mark to the young biker. As the young biker held the gun against Mark he just smirked and as Mark had the barrel pressed against his head still throwing insults Cassie got in between them pushing Mark back away from the young biker. "Mark please calm down. You have got to chill baby!" said Cassie in a scared tone.

Troy followed Mallory's lead inside the gas station and he smirked as he saw Cutler kick open the door followed by Mal's response. "Hey what did you expect from a man that's built like a tank?" asked Troy to Mallory with a smirk and as they went inside he carefully looked around and took care of the hanging walker with Paco's help as he held the rotter's legs to stop it from swinging while Paco grabbed the knocked down chair and pulled out his machete killing it as he stuck it in it's temple before cutting it down. Troy let go of the now dead man's legs and Paco cut it down having the body drop with a thud. It was then he turned his head as he saw Mallory waving him over and he walked over while Paco and Cutler were checking out the rest of the station.

He stood next to Mal and he looked shocked and confused as he heard Mal talking about it. He just shook his head and pulled out his knife ready to kill it. "Yeah...It just creeps me the fuck out." said Troy bluntly to Mallory. Before he could kill it however he heard fighting from outside and he followed Mal but before he did he looked at Cutler and Paco. "You guys stay here and clear it out but be careful." said Troy to his two fellow bikers before catching up with Mallory. It was then he saw an old man on the ground, a bloody Mark and a young biker member holding a gun. Troy looked at the kid and that was when it hit him. Elliot that was the kid's name. He wasn't even a full fledged member yet as he didn't have all his patches he technically was a member in training or better yet the Club's bitch. Troy saw Mallory kick into action as she stood in between Elliot and Cassie. Trying to stare down him down and as she did he picked up on the things she had said that he was shaky. Troy had known Elliot for a year and he talked a big game maybe to big of a game but he was to much of a loose cannon as well he remembered when a few deals almost went south because Elliot took offense to our buyers whenever they would bad mouth him. Elliot would bark right back but luckily someone there in the gang would put him in his place mainly Roger or me.  

Troy carefully walked up behind Elliot and kicked him behind the knee having him drop and he stepped on his hand forcing him to release the shotgun. Troy picked up the gun and aimed it at Elliot who was still on the ground with his hands up. He was completely shaking more so then ever. Troy looked at Mallory then at Cassie. "Go get Mark some first aid. I'll deal with-" said Troy before he was cutoff by Frank. "Now hold the hell up!" yelled Frank as he walked over with Kurt. People moved out of Frank's way as if he was Jesus Christ. Frank walked over to Troy and crossed his arms looking over at Mark who had seen better days then looked over at Elliot. Frank was silent for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "Seems we have a bit of a problem here...Elliot stand up." said Frank to Elliot who stood up and lowered his hands but was looking down at the ground as he was unable to look Frank in the eyes. Frank looked at Troy and as both men looked at one another Troy handed Frank, Mark's shotgun. "Now does someone want to explain to me what the hell happened?" asked Frank calmly to the crowd. No one said anything at first until Cassie spoke up. Tears were streaming down her face but still she tried to stay strong for Mark and wiped them away. "This old man was asking for a cookie as he might be a diabetic but your man here decided to get rough and then when Mark here stepped in not only did he beat him but other members of your gang stepped in and attacked Mark." said Cassie in a low but angry tone as she looked at Frank who nodded as he heard the story.

"Is that all?" asked Frank casually almost sounding like he didn't give a shit. Cassie looked surprised at Frank's response but before she could respond Frank took action. "Alright I get it...You want punishment is that right? Alright then come here." said Frank to Cassie in a calm but serious tone. Cassie walked over and as she did Frank handed her the shotgun. Cassie looked confused as she didn't quite understand what to make of this. "Now shoot Elliot here." said Frank in a calm but once again serious tone. Elliot looked up at Frank confused and as did Cassie. "Come on now this is easy just pull the trigger and be done with it." said Frank as he rolled his eyes sounding annoyed. Cassie was shaking and as she did Frank grabbed her and forcibly line up the shot for her. Elliot fell to his knees and began crying. "Come on Cassie this punk here hurts your man and you won't even defend him! Maybe if it was a little girl or boy it would be a different story!" screamed Frank at Cassie who started to shake and sob as she took her eyes off Elliot then at Frank for just a brief moment but Frank grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at Elliot who was crying and pleading for his life. "P-Please don't do this! I'm sorry it won't happen again! P-P-Please don't" said Elliot his voice barely understandable.


"Frank stop this now!" yelled Troy to Frank but Frank just had a big grin on his face. and as he saw Cassie's finger on the trigger and Elliot piss himself. Frank roughly snatched the shotgun from Cassie and just laughed as everyone looked shocked. "Alright Elliot here just said he was sorry and as a bonus he pissed himself. Now Mark since you drew your gun on one of my men. I won't kill you...But you are on my shit list and because of that you won't get this gun back. Also your hot piece of ass girlfriend is losing her guns as well. I'm sure she doesn't trust me as of now and I'll sleep better knowing she doesn't have access to any guns but you can keep that damn machete. See I'm not such a bad guy right?" asked Frank to Cassie who was still shaking. He looked over at Troy who was shocked just as much as anyone. "Fox do me a favor and strip search her here and now." ordered Frank to Troy who looked confused at the order but Frank let out a heavy sigh as he didn't like to repeat himself. "Troy...Now" Ordered Frank to Troy in a more serious tone. Troy walked over in front of Cassandra and began feel around her belt line although what she was wearing she could hardly hide anything. Troy found her Jericho 941 in the jacket she always was wearing and as she removed the jacket and dropped it to the ground. Troy looked at Frank with a pleading look in his eyes. "Frank, brother please don't-" said Troy before he was cutoff by Frank. "A for effect now hurry this up." said Frank uncaringly.


A few minutes go by in silence as Cassie didn't want to remove her clothes and she shook her head. Frank lifted the shotgun to her head and he once again let out a heavy sigh. "You are really testing me here girly...Last time I am going to ask you." said Frank in a serious tone to Cassie. She started to cry and as she did Mark tried to intervene but was stopped by a few civilians in the crowd. "You son of a bitch I'll fuck you up! I'll-" said Mark before he was punched by Roger one of the oldest members in the gang. "Shut the fuck up! Do you want to get yourself and her killed?" said Roger to Mark softly. Mark fell to his knees and looked down at the floor as he weeped softly. Cassie took off her clothes slowly and as she did she could hear cat calls and whistling from the bikers. as she stood there naked and embarrassed Frank just smirked and he put his arm around Troy. "Damn fine woman Troy...Damn fine." said Frank to Troy who couldn't even muster a response but all he could do was nod. Frank then let go of Troy and finally address the crowd "Alright folks show is over let's get back on the road!" said Frank to the crowd who was terrified of him. He walked over to his second in command Kurt and handed him the shotgun. Cassie quickly picked up her clothes and ran back to the truck completely embarrassed and in tears. Troy was about to pick up her gun but Warren walked over and beat him to it. "Pointing a gun at one of your own brothers...I got my eye on you and those bitches you are with." said Warren to Troy as he walked away. Troy shook his head and stormed off taking off his grey beanie and throwing it to the ground in a fit of rage as he was he knew now he was caught between a rock and a hard place.