Michael opened his eyes. His cohorts, Trevor and Franklin, were starting to awake as well. The little man, Johnny Christ, was already out of the helicopter, standing on a helipad separate to what looked like a small castle Franklin had often read about as a child. Michael, Trevor and Franklin exited the chopper, made their way to Johnny, who was speaking to a man with multiple piercings and green eyes. This man was clad in a white short sleeve business shirt, tan cargo pants and heavy body armour, cradling an M4 Carbine modified to Special Forces standards. “Gentlemen, here before me stands our King’s chief enforcer, Zacky Vengeance” announced Johnny Christ with authority, “he will be your main point of contact with the missions our King will bestow upon you. From here on in, you will unlikely see much of me until your work is complete.” The man Zacky offered his hand to each of them, who shook it. Even Trevor, known for insulting anyone who crossed his path and had no form of civilized manners whatsoever, instantly knew that this wasn’t a bunch of guys you wanted to fuck with. Johnny hopped back in the chopper, and Zacky turned to the group. “Well no point standin’ here” Zacky smiled, “let’s go meet the big guy.” As the men entered a waiting sedan, Franklin started asking questions. “So what’s the deal with this whole King business? The castle? The work you want us doin’? Surely a scary-lookin’ muthafucka like you wouldn’t need a bunch of outsiders like us?” “We’re currently locked in a shit-fight with another kingdom” Zacky said, “and the outside world law enforcement is starting to take an interest in us. We had the outsider Police Commissioner here last week, trying to extort us for money. You would think King James would have had him executed on the spot, but I talked him down. We don’t need the attention. We decided to hire outside help.” Michael, listening intently, then cut in “why us, though? We rob banks. We run whores. Smuggle drugs across the border. You couldn’t pick someone like Merryweather to do this?” “And that’s exactly why we need you” Zacky smiled, unfazed by Franklin and Michael’s interrogative attitude, “you are all hardened criminals. Willing to take risks no-one else would dare take. And yet not a scratch on any of you” he said, obviously ignoring Trevor’s meth-ravaged features. Trevor, who had remained silent for the trip until now, decided to speak. “What sort of work we doin’?” “We’ll have your first job ready for you once the King speaks with you all” Zacky said, “which will be an attack on our enemies, the Sons of Anarchy.”
“Bikers huh?” Trevor smiled evilly; he hated bikers with a passion, having massacred the majority of the Lost Brotherhood back in Blaine County, San Andreas, “ohhhh goody goody goody! Let’s cut loose and fuck ‘em all!”