Clay Morrow was on the phone with someone he hadn't talked to in almost 10 years. He furrowed his brow to hear what his old friend had to tell him although he was glad for the heads up. They talked about strategy and what the SAMCRO were up against before he had to get off the phone. His wife seemed to be having a bit of trouble with an unruly customer.

His friend had a group that would be considered by many to be a vigilante group in Egypt. They hand their hand in several cookie jars to fund their project. Alim had met Clay almost 30 years previously at a chance encounter up in Tacoma. Once they got to talking they instantly hit it off. They chatted about their respective organizations, leaving out selective details of course, but quickly understood they were in much the same business. All they really wanted was to protect their families and keep their towns safe.

Alim had helped fund almost all of SAMCRO and even purchased the building they were now in when they needed it. He helped teach them some of their tricks to funding and moving. The Original 9 owed quite alot to Alim and his... associates if they thought about it. Once everything had been straightened out, he received another phone call bringing him out of his reverie.

"Hello?" He asked

"Clay, I forgot to mention earlier that I'm sending you a little present. Well, 2 actually." His old friend, Alim told him

"A present? What kind of present?" Clay asked, making his step-son and Vice President look at him funny

Laughter erupted on the other end of the phone before he replied, "You'll see. Enjoy and put my presents to good use."

Clay furrowed his brows again wondering what Alim had sent to him. Tig and Koz were fighting, Jax and Juice were outside having a smoke, Chibs & Opie were busy working on 2 cars that had been brought in earlier today, while Happy and Bobby were off on club business. Suddenly the roar of 2 VRSC Night Rod Specials could be heard making everyone stop what they were doing and look to where the Harley's pulled to a stop. Clay watched as his brothers watched intently as 2 women cautiously got off the magnificent Harleys. Everyone watched as they silently walked straight in to Clay.

"You must be Clay. We're your presents." The taller of the 2 stated as she came to a stop in front of the dumb-founded President

"That's me, but who are you?" Clay questioned as everyone, including his wife, made their way to them

"I'm Anai and this is Layla. My uncle Amil sent us." The taller one stated

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, let us head to my office to discuss things further." Clay stated, nodding to his wife

The foursome walked to said office leaving everyone standing there looking quite confused. They wanted to know who the hell these 2 women were and why were they here. Who was Amil and why did he send their Prez "presents"? Why would Gemma allow this? Sighing, Jax told everyone to get back to work as someone brought in another car to be fixed. As Jax worked on the paperwork, he couldn't quit thinking back to Layla. She was short, maybe 5'0 or so, curvy with long black hair that came to her mid-back and had some neon blue streaks throughout. She was cute even if she didn't give anyone a second glance. Hell he wasn't sure she given anyone but Clay a first glance!

It was nearly 2 hours before the foursome emerged from Clay's office. Everyone was busy or at least tried to look busy. When one of the 2 prospects grabbed the taller of the ladies' asses, Anai her name was, the entire shop watched as she grabbed him by his arm and flipped him over on where he landed on his back on the ground. She quickly placed her foot on his throat, obviously putting pressure there before speaking.

"Touch me again and I'll break both your hands." She quietly stated, voice cold and harsh

Everyone looked at her with fascination and awe while she removed her foot from the prospects throat and continued walking to her bike. Jax was all but dying to know what was happening. Tig watched as Anai put her helmet on then straddled her bike. She was short to him at approximately 5'3, curvy but not by extremes, nice bust, with long black hair that came to the middle of her back with neon pink streaks throughout. He found her quite attractive but that would have to wait. Business was at hand.

"They'll be back, needed to go pick a few things up. Juice, I need you to do some intel for me. They're here to help us with a group we've never dealt with before." Clay stated before heading back into his office