On the south east outskirts of Birmingham, Alabama a large garage that looked more like a compound sat between a few local stores. To the general public it was simply Cohan Automotive, a legitimate vehicle repair business. Though it was more than just a garage, with a clubhouse and living quarters the property served a greater purpose. A purpose that was not so discreet, as Son's of Anarchy Motorcycle club logos, banners and imagery were visible all over the compound. All of which was managed by William 'Bill' Cohan (56) whom was the Sons of Anarchy Alabama's Chapter President. As the sun rose over the city the garage staff began to arrive at Cohan Automotive, opening the main gates and the shutters of the garages they prepared to work. Meanwhile patched SOA members began to arrive who also worked at the garage but spent less time fixing vehicles that the other staff. With a grunt and a groan a young man awoke in the garage as the sun light hit his face, surrounded by motorcycle parts along with a badly dismantled motorcycle and a few empty beer cans. This was Joey Talbot, the newest patched member and younger brother to the Club's Secretary and treasurer Blake Talbot. Joey was only 22 and had grew up within the club since the death of his parents when he was only 6. Blake at the time was only 18 and a prospect of the Alabama Chapter who took care of the young brothers, giving them a place to live and a future. Standing up from his mess the 5'9" tall young man dusted of his dirty black jeans and black leather patched vest under which he wore a white t-shirt. 5 o'clock shadow covered his face and his head was shaved very short while his blue eyes with dark rings around them were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Mechanics ignored him and gave him a casual nod as they responded to what was becoming a far to common occurrence, Joey seeming to spend most nights trying to fix his bike, failing then drinking himself into a coma. This did not please Bill but at least Blake knew where his brother was for a change.
Stretching out his arms and neck, Joey walked out of the garage and into the morning sun. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a gold lighter with the SOA logo engraved on it that once belonged to his father a former club member, one of the founders of the Alabama chapter and close friend to Bill. With a cigarette in his mouth he sparked it up as Bill arrived in the compound. Bill was a large muscular man with long thick black hair tied back in a pony tail and a well groomed black beard. With a old school black biker helmet and a pair of tinted motorcycle goggles he was clad simply in his black leather patched president vest under which he wore a short sleeved black shirt that exposed his heavily tattooed and a pair of black jeans and black boots. His motor cycle growled as it entered the compound and pulled into his usual parking spot. As he climbed of his bike he approached Joey, removing his helmet and goggles. "Morning kid, your brother's back today.." Bill said with a half hearted smile, knowing where Joey had slept last night. Joey responded with a casual yet playful salute as Bill walked on past him into the garage.
Meanwhile Blake had only just woke up, in his house not far from the compound. The 34 year old looked to his side to see his fiance Delilah and smiled before slowly sitting up trying not to wake her. Blake was 6'4" tall with a strong build, naked with his lower body covered by black be sheets his expose upper body was covered in tattoos and scars. A large Sons of Anarchy reaper tattoo covered his back with scars from three bullet wounds in a triangular pattern on the lower left side of the reaper. They were fresh scar and had only the day before had the bandages removed after a failed assassination attempt, his black leather patched vest still had the bullet holes in the back and the white sections of the Sons of Anarchy patch were stained by blood. Clicking his neck left then right before he combed back his shoulder length dark brown hair with his fingers away from his face to reveal his blue eyes and a groomed dark brown goatee. With a sigh he reached behind him to rub the scars as they ached. "Fuck..." He groaned quietly before lifting of the bed covers he then slid off the bed and stood naked with his back to the bed as he continued to stretch. Today was his first day back to 'work', and a few of the clubs soldiers still hung around his house just in case those who wanted him dead tried to finish him off.
