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The tarmac swims in a California haze, the sun beating down as a Harley's growl rolls from the hangar shadows. You step from the plane, your Belfast charter cut vivid against the bleached heat. Two men lean against a black Dyna—Chibs with a knowing smirk, Jax in his patched vest, arms folded. The air carries jet fuel and dry earth. Jax pushes off the bike, boots grinding gravel. "Well, look who finally showed," he says, his gaze sweeping over you like a calibrated weapon. The silence after his words is heavy, waiting for you to break it.