He looks at Sam first, “drugs are not my game. If you’re looking for seller you should try having a chat with Tommy on that situation. I don’t care who you sell to man but keep it out my domain these kids who squats here have been fucked too much by society and I try to keep it a drug free area.” He look a little pissed as he starts to get on his soap box, “Man do really think that just because I have a fucking Mohawk that I would profit off death and addiction. Do I look fucking Man who willing to kill the poor for such ridiculous greed? Do you see fucking capitalism sticker on my fucking jacket. We are dead and I don’t really see point of trying to see who has biggest money dick because I have no part of it. Do you see where I fucking live that by my choice and my values of being a good person? I have no reason to try to gain wealth by the oppression of working class.” He tries calming himself down. “Yea go talk to Tommy at the red zone. Good fucking luck and your death profits. I send out a hand shake showing him respect but asking him to fucking split.    

He turns to Reina,"No prob but that what good people do."

Reina nods as Matthew speaks, hearing in what he says echoes of what she is trying to accomplish in her own domain.
She will stand aside and wave as Matthew shoos Sam out of his lair.

"Well, Matthew, I sure do appreciate it, you and that Sebastion guy probably saved my..er..unlife that night. Speaking of which, you know where I might find him? I owe him some thank yous too."  

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Sam took the hand and held it. He looked to Slater and almost growled as he said,
"You said your piece; so I'll say mine then split if you still wish me too," then he gets on his own soapbox and does his rant..
"Do you see where I fucking live bro? I don't even like the fucked up stink of this city....
I deal grass to those who damn well need it. Just grass got it?
I deal for the same damn pain I felt when I was human and did the ride. The same fucking pain I felt sitting my ass in jail for a dime because I wasn't a rat like some other shits.

Death dealing? Damn rights I want to death deal.
I want to get as much coke and heroin up the nose of the damned lawyers, bankers, and big wig son of a bitches until they choke and die. Screw the money! I want their death so bad I can taste it. They want to pay for it then I'll take their money as well and laugh my ass off.

The kids around here squatting? The kids period?
I find any fucking body, anybody, giving them shit like that...
I'll take final death for offing another kindred.
I'll take it with my head held fucking high and proud bro'!

I'll sell guns to suits to blow their heads off after shooting up. I'll sell bombs to crazy shitheads blowing the crap out of the pigs or the moral fucking majority.

I do not do death to the heart and soul of my own town. You got me brother? I was fucking born here and have watched out for the kids on the rural roads for fucking decades.

We straight now?" then he let go while barely controlling his own rage at what he been called.  

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“Yea we are strait as an aero, but I value life around me. I’ve value the city which I live in. You can justify it how ever you want to but if you’re dealing with that stuck up bitch of Brujah. You are getting into a situation in which you will lose control. Good luck in your venture and I hope you can control that elder which you are dealing with. Peace out.” He waits till he leaves his domain.

Sam gave a nod and said,
"You ever need help for your people, any of your people, me and mine are there.
I get you bro' but I just can't sit back and not get those who break my towns soul.
Sorry.
Peace..."
Then Sam heads out onto his hog and starts it up with a roar.

Outside Sam is about to drive off with the wolf raging inside. He stops and reigns it in, then takes out his cell phone and calls the club. As soon as it was answered he said,
"Get every brother and I mean every fucking brother. Even if they're sick and fucking or near death, throw their ass on a bike and meet me just outside of town now!
You hear from a Reina you treat her well, she's one of our own. You hear from Gord or Slater you do what they say too.

Now get your ass out to the city fucking limits and meet up. We're going to get some shit straight tonight out at the Red Zone.

Do it!"

Then he roars off on his bike to meet up.
Reina was right they were wolves not dogs.
Enough of this barking shit, time for business!

Reina smiles at Slater. "Well, I guess he's family. Maybe he's not that bad, maybe just a hippie like so many of my cousins are, you know?"

She giggles a bit, then asks, "So what's the haps around here these days? Seems I got myself a cozy little domain right int he fucking middle of prime feeding grounds, so I haven't been out much from defending that from the ones who don't bother introducing themselves."

"Well it been quiet except when people come to visit they seem to bring guest. They are not expecting to bring guest but they seem love to come fucking anyways." he laugh "So if it make it feel any better i'm stuck with this wonderous domain but over time i got it under control for most part.Yea you can see how fucking poltics come into play with the land grab but hell at least you got a peice."

"Yeah, you're right, at least I got mine."
She puts her hands up in the air in a defensive  gesture and laughs. "Hey man, I had nothing to do with bringing mister 'I only deal pot' in here, he accosted me outside and brought me in here to find you!"

"Well it seem his buisness deal didn't go as expected but i think got confuse with a man with a golden rod jam up his ass." He crosses arms."So is this really just friendly meeting or do you need someting from me and my boy. I don't mind giving you  a hand or at least hearing you out."

Reina looks at Slater, mock-offended. "Nah, man, just wanted to come find you and thank you for your help."
She sighs," I wanted to do it now 'cause I'm gonna have to lay low for a while until I learn to hide these," she says, pointing out her newly unretractable fangs. "Lost my cool out there last night, and my clan's curse smacked me upside the head."

"You may need find a way to hide, so you can talk to a malky about teaching ya. I think that may work but that just an idea." he dose a thinker pose, " No prob with the help the sheriff is a total douche anyways so i like to keep the eye of public on him. I think it help keep that leash close to Prince."

"Yeah, or maybe a Sewer Rat, they tend to be...well, better to deal with, really. I can hide alright, I just can't do like I've seen them do, hide my real face, look like someone else. So I'm gonna be skulking in shadows a lot until I can figure that one out," she smiles.

"Yeah, you can say that about the Sheriff again. Yeesh, talk about completely unfriendly douchebaggery!"

(occ oops yea That should be slater)  

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