<em>Chase in the meeting</em><br/><br/>Chase turned his head when Ghost spoke. The look on Chase's face was not one of amusement but by the time Chase had finished with his point the leader of the club gave a nod of his head. "Alright.....make it happen." His eyes fell back across the group, scanning each one as he passed them. "Put lets do this right, this stuff can blow up too easily. We side on caution, nothing we can't drop and rub our hands off quickly and easily." The Club came first. If shit went bad, you did damage control but so long as the Club could survive it could recover. It was hard to recover if they were all locked up.<br/><br/>Then came up the topic of the new guy, the man who was about to get his cut a nice little patch-up. "I like him, the kids got moxy." the term<em>moxy</em>sounded strange with Chase's Scottish accent but then again from his seat everyone around him sounded strange. But thems was the breaks.