Ghost

 

 

“This meeting will be called to order,” Wasp calls out to all of us.

 

There have been a lot of meetings leading up to this. All of us officers have been debating on the decision that’s fixin’ to be announced. Some of the brothers are going to be good with the decision that was made without a vote, and others are going to be fuckin’ pissed. We usually vote on all of the big moves we make. This was something that we need in order to expand. It’s the officers’ idea of gaining numbers.

 

What I’m talking about is the club is starting a new charter in Templeton, Texas. Today, unbeknownst to others, we will be voting on who’s going and who’s staying. I’m not expecting many will want to move and start over, but it is what it is. We need strength in numbers. Our past situations have taught us we need stronger numbers.

 

“There has been a decision made and voted on by the officers and we need to let you guys all know what’s going on,” Wasp starts us off, “We are going to build another charter from the ground up and we’ve voted on Templeton, Texas. It’s only a couple of hours from here so we can be close enough to assist if needed. Officers for the new charter have already been established. Kid will be going in as President, Ryder as his VP. Tumbler, Travler and Malibu will be heading out with them. They will be starting from scratch and I need to know if any others are willing to volunteer and head out with them?”

 

We are still missing Sniper as he has taken a reprieve from the Rage Ryders while he deals with his grief, so Ryder has his proxy votes. Justice is in rehab recuperating from his gunshot wound he received while we were dealing with Cordozo. It wasn’t pretty and it was touch and go for a while, but he pulled through and is working hard to get his body back into shape. It’s still unknown if he will be able to pick his title back up as enforcer or not, either way he is, and always will be, a brother. And we take care of our own.

 

“I’ll head out with them,” Spidey speaks up. Spidey has been around a couple of years, but we sometimes forget he’s there, he’s so damn quiet and is never front and center during any conversations. “I could use a change in scenery,” he continues. Spidey is also one of the sneakiest motherfuckers you will ever meet. He can literally climb buildings and rappels off walls with ropes. Which is where his road name, Spidey, came from.

 

“Any others wanting to go out and help them set up the clubhouse and businesses?” Tic asks. He leans back in his chair and looks every one of us in the eye. He expects his brothers to step up and help out. One way or another.

 

“What businesses would those be, boss?” Rott, our newly-patched member, asks. He had to prospect longer than Malibu did. They started at the same time, but Rott’s little sister developed leukemia and needed treatment and Rott was a match. Therefore, we gave him time off to care for his sister and recover. He came back six months ago and was patched in just a couple of nights ago. He calls Wasp and Tic boss and it drives them nuts. I personally think it’s hilarious. Therefore, as enforcer, I pretend I never hear it once it’s been said. Just as I’ve done now.

 

Wasp speaks up, “It’s Prez to you, you insolent little shit.” Everyone in the room chuckles, myself included. “We will be expanding our custom designs company, as well as our mechanic shop. They will share the same space and name, but be two different entities as far as the business aspect of things go. Ragers has taken off and research shows that expansion would do well there.”

 

“There also isn’t any club claiming the territory and we’ve already called council and gotten approval to take over the territory with our expansion,” Tic pipes in. When he says council, he means the MC council that oversees Texas. They have final say on who claims which territories and who’s been banned from the great state of Texas all together.

 

“We need to figure out who’d be willin’ to go and who wants to stay. All officer positions in both charters are up for revotes due to the direction the club is going. So, can we get back at the topic of hand please?” Wasp asks, but you can tell from his tone it’s actually an order. And one that he expects followed. Wasp and Tic have done an amazing job taking over for King and Sniper. All of us brothers are happy with the direction they’ve been leading us.

 

“I’ll go,” Rott speaks up. Knowing his decision will be accepted, I need to make sure our Prez and VP are secure, so I make sure I voice my opinion. “I vote to have Wasp remain our Prez and Tic to remain in office for VP.”

 

“Second,” Tarzan supports my vote.

 

“Third,” Soldier adds his support.

 

“That means it’s officially on the table…those for vote aye, those opposed say nay,” Wasp declares. It’s aye’s all the way around the table, not that I expected anything different. “Now that that’s settled. Let’s see who’s going so we can finish all votes. As I said, Kid will be President with Ryder as his VP. Votes for Kid’s enforcer are on the table first.”

 

“Tumbler,” I put out and it’s followed by second and third. All aye’s around the table. And the votes continue this way. Travler is voted as Ryder’s enforcer. Malibu is voted as Sargent at Arms and Rott is voted in at Road Captain. Spidey the sneaky fucker is voted in for Treasurer and he’s filling in for any extras that don’t have rolls filled as of yet. They will be recruiting for prospects and hangers. They will eventually get patched members at their tables. I have a good feeling about this transition. Hangers are those who are interested in becoming prospects at a later date in time.

 

“Now that Templeton is sorted, let’s deal with what will now be our Mother chapter here. Those sticking here in Chesterfield are the following brothers. Tarzan, Tazer, Bomber, Soldier, Ghost and our Prospects, Levi and Carson. After we form home officers I say we vote on our prospects. They’ve done their time and it’s time to determine their future with us. Alright, first vote is…”