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Location: Abandon Warehouse Time: Dusk
Speaking with: [@Oso] Dom [@deegee] Kessler

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Church. So poetic. So...ironic. Lucian agreed. Anyone who is a part of the Iron Fangs, or wishes to be, needs to see this. They need to know what the pack is all about. Sure, the pack is just a group of misfits, scoundrels and miscreants. But it's also family. When someone punches your brother or sister, you punch them back first and ask questions second.

Let alone killing one of your own.

Lucian looked to Kessler, mind already revving at a thousand miles per hour. [color=766359] "Hey bro, take him somewhere peaceful. Like Dom said. Somewhere where the sun hits first. I'll start calling in the pack. I'll have them all gather for church. Dom, there is someone I need to see. I need to know. I'll be back in time for Church. Don't worry, I'll have a couple of newbloods with me. You two, get home safe. Whoever did this. They will strike again. And if they were bold enough to go after Logan, there ain't no telling who they're after next. I'm headed to the Bite, just in case I don't come home..."[/color]

He didn't ask if Kessler can be trusted to get this done. He knows that Kessler can do this. There was no need to ask for trust. As for himself, there was an air of heaviness to his last words. The Velvet Bite, as welcoming as they are to the different factions, has always been murky ground even before this major shakeup. But, Lucian didn't care at this point. He was already on the hunt, trying to sniff out even the faintest trail. Anything that can lead the pack to finding whoever, or whatever, commit this atrocity.

With that, Lucian stepped off. The sound of his boots grinding into concrete was followed by a low, throaty rumble of his bike engine, then by the sound of it's exhaust as Lucian rode off into the night.