I'm not usually this stupid. Truly, I consider myself to be a smart woman for the most part. I don't have a degree or anything, but I tend to have good common sense - street smarts - if you will. So, it was with a shake of my head that I was headed back the Charming P.D. to 'find out' the problem that I already knew.
My plan had been really simple. After Travis the cop had gotten busted for threatening me, I was going to be too scared to return to the place to 'finish' the job. That would mean that Wildfire, my employer, would have to find someone else to do the job. Although my co-workers were good at their jobs, just like me, it would have taken them a little bit to figure out the problem and by then, Juice should have fixed it.
That was the idea, anyway. Unfortunately, my boss had told me that if I didn't go back to Charming P.D. and figure out the problem, he'd let me go. While I was looking for a new place to work anyway, I didn't have the kind of money that I could afford to wait on unemployment benefits to kick in. I'd spent too much money on my most recent toy, and so I had nothing saved up. I needed at least one more paycheck before I could tell him to fuck off.
That lead me here. It was the Friday morning after my call to Juice, and I was headed in to the building with trepidation. My boss knew how long I'd spent here the last time. Frankly, he was questioning why I hadn't figured out the issue before Travis the cop had been such an ass. Which, of course, I had - but I couldn't very well tell my boss that. Now, I had to figure out a way to stall this job long enough for Juice to fix his shit. If I could just hold out a bit, then there would be nothing that the cops could hold against me for not providing to them, and there'd be no reason for the Sons to worry about me. It was a win-win.
I almost swallowed my tongue when I walked in to the P.D. and saw the Reaper kutte on the back of a man standing at the front desk. He was talking to the officer on duty, explaining that he was there to bail out the brother who'd done the damage to the front lawn. He had a cool accent - sounded Irish or Scottish. I wasn't really great at recognizing the difference.
When the guy at the front saw me, he gave me a wave. "You're here for the server, right?" He asked and I saw the Son turn to look at me, calculation in his eyes. This couldn't be good.
"Yeah. I'll just head on back, right?" I said and nodded to the side of the building where I'd find the server room. The officer gave a nod and I heard the Son mutter a "shite" under his breath.
I walked slowly, dragging my feet really. Was that Son here because of my call to Juice, or was it actually unrelated? Whichever, it would be just my luck that I'd be seen by one of the Sons on this job. I wanted anonymity; no contact. Now, they knew that I'd been out there at least once, which could become a problem if they went looking for me.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension in them. I needed to take one problem at a time. The one to be solved right now? How to pretend not to know what I knew and to not understand how to solve the problems the P.D. was having. I was so focused on this that I didn't notice the door to the server room ajar. Instead, like moron, I walked right in, set my shit down and closed the door before looking up and into the eyes of another Son of Anarchy. Fuck.
"Aw, shit. Really?" I asked and stomped my foot. I know; it's childish. However, when you've gone out of your way to try to make sure that you don't end up on the wrong side of a motorcycle club that tends to make people disappear, and you still end up getting busted by them, I think you're entitled to act a little put out.
The Son, who was a good looking man with a Mohawk, stared at me in surprise. I glanced to what he was doing and nodded my head. This had to be Juice.
"Yeah, that'd do it." I muttered as I crossed my arms. Just fucking awesome. There goes my grand plan to know nothing that would make the cops or the Sons want to talk to me. Now, I was a damn witness to him using magnets to wipe out the entire system.
He pulled a gun on me and I put my hands in the air. "I didn't see anything." I said before he spoke. "But, if I had, I'd tell you that the magnets will work better if you put one right there," I pointed and his brows rose in surprise. I shrugged.
"Best chance I have that you don't shoot me is if you get out of here doing what you need to, right?" I asked, managing to look like I wasn't shitting my pants by the grace of God.
He nodded and shifted back to the servers, looking at where I pointed. "Good point." He muttered and I waited while he moved things around. "Your name?" He asked and I shifted on my feet.
"If it's all the same to you, I think the less the Sons know about me the more likely I stay breathing, yeah?" I said and he looked at me with a frown.
"I'm not going to kill you." He said and I nodded at his gun.
"Not what it looked like." I said and he blushed. Now, that was just adorable. I shook my head at myself. I shouldn't be thinking that a Son, who'd just a minute ago threatened me with a gun, was adorable. Bad, Sarah, bad.
"Habit," he explained and I raised my eyebrows at him. My heart rate was still going like no tomorrow, regardless of what my voice and face were showing. His habit was to pull his gun.
"Yeah, well I can't say I love that habit." I responded and he chuckled. Good freaking Lord, I really needed to get my head checked when I left because his damn smile was the kind of thing that was making me gooey on the inside and that just wasn't a normal reaction.
I stood there in silence as he continued what he was doing, until I heard footsteps coming our way. "Shit," he muttered and I saw him look around, trying to decide what to do.
"I got it," I sighed and stepped out of the room to see Unser. In for a penny, right?
"Chief," I said in greeting.
"Ms. Jones. Good to see you back here. Wasn't sure if you were going to be too scared after the last time." He said. Great. Juice could hear this conversation. Unser had all but confirmed I was the one who'd made the call to him.
"Nah. I don't get scared off that easily," I responded.
"Well, I'll leave you to your work." He said and I nodded.
When I got back in the server room, I nodded to Juice. "You almost done?" He gave a grunt and I continued. "Great. You should go. I'm going to have to pretend I don't know what the fuck happened when everything goes dark in a minute and it'll be easier if I don't have you here for that."