It has only been two years since Jason MacNill formed the Sons of Odin, a mostly white bike gang. Though race didn't play a big role in his gang, it just seemed most black men would rather not join with him. But that didn't bug the man in anyway, as the men who did join him were now his brothers and indeed his family.<br/><br/>In the two years since the formation of the gang, the Sons Of Odin had claimed two districts of the city, and took over many different rackets, though they did share a few with the Irish and the Italian mobs. They really had a good set up going, but of course, the Sons were not liked by everyone. Sure the boss'a of the other gangs didn't completely like him or his gang, but they seemed to let him do his thing. But there are those in all the gangs who think more should be done about the others, under boss'a and the like. Though the foolishness of a few young men could put many more through living hell....<br/><br/>Date: 1971, July First.<br/>Location: Red Light District, KingsTown, California, U.S.A.<br/><br/>The door to what was Jason's office slammed open as two large men entered the room, followed by three smaller men then by two more bigger men. The bigger guys were part of Jason's gang, each had there own leather jacket with there name, rank, card, and the S.O.O logo on the back of it. A man with the card, King of Spades stepped up to Jasons desk as the man looked up from the news paper he was reading. "What is it?" He said coldly to the man. "Well Boss, these three guys were at the strip club, drinking, smoking and what not.." he said, a bit on edge. Which could clearly be seen as he shifted his weight from heel to hell. Jason rolled his eyes a bit. "So what? Sounds like they were doing nothing." "W-well, they got a bit drunk, started going on how this place should belong to the Italians, and well one pulled gun and started to threaten people and the girls. He tried to clam him down and get him out. But he wasn't having any of it, nor were his buddies. Well long story story short, two of our guys were shot, so was one of the girls..."<br/><br/>Jason took in a deep breath, then rose from his seat. Slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked towards the men, they all had blood on them, mostly there's from getting punched. Jason stopped in front of the men who had started this all and then kneeled down so they were at eye level. "Now listen here boy, you shouldn't be mouthing off in a place that isn't to friendly towards you, nor should you be pulling a gun. Usually I would take you out back and make you dig your own grave. But I'm just looking to relax tonight. So, if you promise to go back to your boss and tell him or her what you did and say all I want is for them to pay the medical bills, then we can all keep our heads. How does that sound?" The large Nordic looking man said. The man didn't speak, the only sound that could be heard was the humming of the fan as it cut through the air. After what seemed like a hour, the bloody man finally spoke. "I ain't doing nothing for you, you fucking son of a whore." The man then spat blood onto Jason's face.<br/><br/>All the other men in the room gasped when the smaller man spat. Though Jason didn't move for a second, instead he just stared at the man. Looking into his eyes, he then brought his right hand out of his pocket and wiped his face. "Alright, so be it." He then reached behind his back and slowly drew the large Bowie Knife that he got from his days in the military. "I guess you choose death over life." Then before the man could react, Jason plugged. The knife upwards under his chin, the mans eyes went wide for a moment as he struggled, then they went dead, once the knife was pulled from his body, he would slump over dead.<br/><br/>The leader of the gang stood up and then wiped off his blade as he looked to the two terrified men. "I'll give the same deal as I gave your friend. Either get your boss to cover the bills, or you'll end up like him." The two men nodded quickly. "Good, now get the fuck out!" He yelled, the two men getting up and quickly rushing out.<br/><br/>The kings of Spade, or more commonly known as Alex, looked to Jason with a worried, but some what pleased look. "You know the Italians aren't going to like this, and who knows what the Irish are going to think.." Jason just shrugged again as he sat down, going back to his paper. "Fuck if I care, just get everyone ready. If the Italians come looking for some pay back, I want them to see what happens. No one travels alone. Also, get that dumb fuck out of here. I don't care what you do with the body." Jason said, once more looking down to his paper as the dreads man body was dragged out.