US Marshal Van B. Duncan’s House, Phoenix Arizona:
Marshal Van B. Duncan was woken up in the middle of the night by his cell phone ringing. When he looks at the caller id, he saw it was Commander Hicks from Phoenix Police Department. He reaches over and picks up his cellphone and presses accept on it.

“Hello, Hicks. What’s the problem?” Duncan knew Hicks would only call him if there is a problem.

“We have a situation, Duncan. Your assault team was ambushed and killed.” Hicks couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The carnage was nothing he has ever seen in his twenty-five years of being on the force.

Duncan grabs his glasses and puts them on “what happened, Hicks?”

“The Scorpion gang ambushed the assault team and took out everyone, except for one person.” None of the officers on site haven’t been able to locate Deputy Marshal Eddie Morrison’s body.

“Who’s missing, Hicks?” Duncan couldn’t believe the assault force had been killed.

“Deputy Marshal Morrison. We haven’t been able to find her body.” Commander fears that Eddie Morrison might be in trouble.

“Let me make some calls, because if the Scorpion gang has her body, and The Iron Vagabonds find out. We’ll be looking at a gang war.” Marshal Duncan knew Eddie and her older brother were children of one of the founding members of the MC and were under their protection.

“Sit!” Hicks knew what The Iron Vagabonds were capable of.

Their MC were made up of former military personnel, police officers, construction experts, lawyers, medical personnel, and tech experts that were well known in their fields. Eddie’s father was an army gulf veteran and her older brother is a highly trained special forces operator. Not only was their MC made up of highly trained people, but they had connections with other MC’s that had chapters across the US and overseas.

“I’ll make my own calls and see if some of her father’s people have heard from her. I have a few contacts in their MC.” Hicks had a few people he could trust in their MC.

“I’ll do the same.” Duncan ends the call and was about to dial a few contacts of his when he notices a text form an unlisted number.

“Seriously injured, going to a safe place to get patched up. Will call later.” Ed.

Duncan looks at the message and tries to figure out where Ed would head. She knew this city better then anyone in the Marshal or Federal service. Duncan gets out of bed and heads towards the kitchen to brew some coffee, while thinking about where she could be.

The Morrison resident:
Raven had dozed off for a few minutes, but when she hears movement. She gets up with her gun in her hand and head towards the front door. When it opens slightly, she pulls on the door handle as quickly as she can and caused the person on the other side to stumble inward. She brings her gun up and points it at the person.

Amber had heard that Eddie was in town and that she had been involved in the firefight over on Hedge Grow Street. According to what she heard, the Scorpion gang had ambushed a federal task force and killed everyone. She had managed to get close to the site and overhead the SWAT Commander talking to someone on his cellphone. When she heard that Eddie hadn’t been found yet. She knew of three places Eddie would go. She was the only one, other than Raven who knew of these places.

She hopes Eddie will be at one of these places. She makes her way back to her motorcycle and mounts it. Amber knew if Eddie could find a motorcycle, she would head to these places.

She checks the first two places, but doesn’t find her. That left Eddie’s father’s house. No one was living there currently and Mr. Morrison always kept it stocked for whatever the MC needed. She heads there next.

Raven looks at the young woman and notices it was her and Eddie’s old friend Amber. She knew Amber was one of Hammer’s daughters.
“Amber, what are you doing here?”

Amber looks at the woman who had a gun pointed at her. She didn’t recognize the woman at all, but this woman knew her. “Do I know you?”

“We grew up together, Amber.” Raven lowers her gun and shuts the front door.

Amber looks closely at the woman and notices several of her arm tattoos. She looks at her eyes and all of suddenly it clicked. “Raven?”

“Yes, it’s me. Amber.” Raven walks forward and hug her childhood friend.

Amber returns Raven’s hug. She had heard that Raven was dead. “I thought you were dead.” Tears were leaking from her eyes.

“I would have been, if it hadn’t been for a kind Afghan father and son.” Raven hugs her childhood friend close.

“Your father died thinking you were dead. The MC even had a burial for you.” Amber lets the tears come out.

“Didn’t Wire tell you guys I was still alive?”

“No!” Amber knew her uncle Wire was the only one who could find out about anyone, but he was too broken up over the death of his best friend. He left after the burial of Mr. Morrison.

“I wonder why?” Raven looks down at Amber.

“He said he needed some time to himself. He left the care of his house to my aunt Elizabeth and left on his motorcycle.” Amber wipes her eyes and step back to look up at Raven.

“My father and Wire were more then best friends. They were blood brothers. Now, what brings you to the house?”

“I’m looking for Eddie. The SWAT Commander said her body was missing and I didn’t believe the Scorpions would be dumb enough to take her. The Vagabonds would tear this city apart looking for one of us.”

Of all the children of the motorcycle clubs member, the Vagabonds would tear the town up looking for the daughters of the founding members. Each of them had a history with the club that went back to its founding members.

Raven had been found by the club when they just had twenty members. She had been abandoned during a severe dust storm by her stepfather. Eddie and Amber had been born on the same night, twenty minutes apart during one of the worst electrical storms in Arizona’s history in the club house.

The power had been knocked out and the backup generator wouldn’t start. Doc Holiday had delivered them by candle light and had to give Eddie’s mom a blood transfusion afterwards, because she had lost a lot of blood during delivery.

The only two members in the club who had Ginger’s blood type were Pauline and Samson. Both of them had volunteered to donate blood to Ginger. Kitty and Ox had acted as nurses when they were born afterwards.

“Eddie’s in her bedroom recovering from her wounds. I patched her up last night when she broke into the house.” Raven had guided Amber towards the kitchen.

“Sit, while I make us some coffee.” Raven knew Amber drunk coffee, instead of tea.

“I bet she used the spare key your father kept hidden outside in the flower bed. So, what happened to you and why are you a woman now?” Amber looks at her friend. She was happy that Raven wasn’t dead.

“After my team was ambushed and killed. I crawled away from my over watched position after being hit by an RPG that hit near my position. I crawled down the side of a rocky mountain. My legs and shooting hand had been injured and I had fragments from the RPG embedded in them and my body. Halfway down, I started to tumble down the side like a sack of potatoes and waited for death to claim me. I woke days later and discovered that a kind Afghan father and son had taken me back to the cave they lived in and patched me up as best as they could. They patched me up enough that I could talk them through removing fragments from my body.”

“Ouch! That must had been hell.” Amber knew several bikers that went through the same thing.

“It was. After I recovered enough to be moved. I made my way back to where I was stationed and gave the father and son some money for saving me. I’m still in their debt and will always honor that debt. After I was discharged because of my injuries and mental problems. I went to Thailand and had the surgery to be turned into how I really felt inside.” Raven pours two cups of coffee.

“I knew you always liked dressing up, but I never knew you wanted to give up your manhood to be a woman. Everyone thought you were just a cross dresser or gay since you never had a girlfriend.”

“Only dad, Eddie, Ox, Wire, Teddy, Pam, and Kitty knew how I felt. I made the decision while I was recovering from my injuries that I wasn’t going to lie to myself any longer. Life is to short, not to live it like you should” Raven takes a sip from her coffee mug.

“Trust me, I know how you feel. Dad and mom were disappointed when they learned what I truly do. But they have accepted the fact that I’m going to do what I feel is right.” Amber knew how the motorcycle family worked. They had unspoken rules that you didn’t cross.

“Well, the three of us have always been the oddballs in the club. So, how did you learn that Eddie had been injured?”

“I managed to sneak past the police officers and the police tape at the scene and I overheard the SWAT Commander at the crime talking to someone on his cellphone that they didn’t find Eddie’s body and was worried about the MC taking revenge. You know how they would react if a member of the family has gone missing.” Amber knew what Big Tony would do.

“So, they don’t know Eddie is here?” Raven takes another sip from her mug.

“No one knows this house is occupied. As far as the club is concerned, its empty.”

“Who is supposed to be watching it?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve been out of town doing a job. After we buried your father and you, I was given an assignment and have been gone until I learned Eddie was coming home. I wanted to see my best friend. As far as the club is concerned, you’re dead. No one other then Wire believed you were still alive.”

“Okay. What type of job do you do?” Raven was curious about Amber’s job.

“I can’t go into detail, but I work for a private organization that works outside of government regulations. It’s something that is needed and I enjoy doing it.”

“Don’t tell me you have become an assassin.” Raven looks at her best friend and couldn’t believe she would do that type of work.

“Of course not, what type of person do you think I am?”

Raven notices there was a hurt and shocked look on Amber’s face. She felt bad saying those words now.

“Then what do you do, with the people who you go after?” Raven was curious.

“My job is to locate them and report their location back to the people I work for. Then, and only then do they send a hit team or a capture team to either take them out or imprison them at several black sites. These people we go after are the scum of the earth that have used the legal system or their money, connections, and power to escape justice. Sometimes these type of people slip through the cracks like we have seen growing up nothing ever happens to them. This organization I work for make sure they answer for their crimes.” Amber finishes off her coffee.

“Who monitors the people of the organization?” Raven knew Amber was right about certain people falling through the cracks and not answering for their crimes. They saw a bunch of that when the MC would help children, abused women, foster kids, and some men because of the system.

“There’s a board that monitor’s this organization. Each member on the board is handpicked and don’t know each other’s name. Like that Charlie’s Angels movie we saw when we were little. The board answers to the international courts at The Hague.”

“How did they recruit you?” Raven wonders why they recruited Amber as one of their agents.

“That my dear friend is my secret. However, I will tell you this. Old man Dutton shouldn’t have shot one of those agents or at me.” Amber still has the scar of the bullet that hit her.

Both women hear the familiar sound of motorcycles they knew by heart approaching the house. Amber looks at Raven. “I guess we are about to have company.” A smile appears on her face.