is he’s an expert at creating alliances. They worked in his favor when the then national president died of a massive heart attack. Less than a week later, his vice president and sergeant-at-arms were killed in a standoff with yet to be identified assailants. There are no specific details about the transition. Final outcome was Zeus emerged from the upheaval as the national leader of the Dark Disciples. There are more details in your dossiers, including their full legal names.”
Wrath glanced down at his notes, wincing at the second man in the lineup. “The man in the center is Einstein Seeley. This one is a particular favorite of mine. Einstein is an ex-Navy SEAL.” This got the men’s attention. No one liked to learn a past team member turned rogue, going against everything he used to value. “Brilliant, calculating, and merciless. He’s been in the VP slot close to ten years, and is considered to be the true brains behind the Disciples’ activities. The last man is Jolly Jergen, the national sergeant-at-arms. Don’t let his smile fool you. He’s a true psychopath. Even his own men fear him. Jolly is an expert with knives and various methods of interrogation.”
Clicking to the second slide, he flipped to his next set of notes, showing various views of their clubhouse. “Zeus moved the headquarters from the Midwest to Las Vegas almost twenty years ago. Since then, the number of U.S. chapters has grown from ten to thirty-five, plus ten international chapters. Their national clubhouse is northeast of Vegas. As you can see, it’s a fortress and fully self-contained.”
He moved to the next slide, showing three houses. “The house on the left belongs to Zeus. It’s in an upper-class neighborhood on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Einstein and Jolly aren’t far away. From what Grayson’s people have turned up, none of the three have families.”
Wrath nodded once more at Ghost, who handed out a separate file to each of the men. “These three men are who we believe will lead the Liberty Lake chapter. Big T Dennigan is a long-time friend of Zeus’s. He’s opened two other chapters for him, staying on three to four years between each one. Big T hand picks his officers, and is cautious about bringing on prospects. It can take up to three years to patch a prospect in as a full member. As with Zeus, Big T is partial to illegal gun running, human trafficking, and drug trafficking. He has no problem carrying out a contract hit, similar to the one the Night Devils accepted before their untimely demise.” Wrath’s mouth twisted into a smirk before sobering. “Bets are that Big T will tap Cracker Jones as his local VP. He’d be coming from the Vegas chapter and is ready for promotion. Intel is Cracker can be a loose cannon. A hundred percent dedicated to the club. Grayson believes the sergeant-at-arms will be Ox White. He’s one mean son of a bitch. Ox has done two stints in prison for drug possession and human trafficking. Got out the last time about a year ago. Grayson believes they’ll move him here to get him out of Vegas.”
“Timeline?” Tracker asked.
Wrath moved to another slide. “It took a while to dig this up, as it’s buried under several dummy corporations. The Disciples have purchased a warehouse about fifteen miles southeast of Liberty Lake. Ten thousand square feet in the hills, two miles off the highway. It means they can move in anytime.”
The room was quiet for several long moments before Moses spoke up. “Do we know anything about the relationship between the Disciples and the Blood?”
“There’s no love lost between Demons Blood and Dark Disciples.” Wrath mentioned the other local outlaw MC. The Brethren’s relationship with the local president, Drago, had always been civil. They were more associate clubs than adversaries. Plus, Wrath’s wife, Cara, was the corporate attorney for Drago and the Blood.
Motioning for Ghost to flip on the lights, Wrath slapped both hands on the top of the table. “What does all this mean to us? We must be prepared for anything. The Disciples tend to quietly move in and set up their operations before the locals know they’ve arrived. I’ve already talked to Ethan and Police Chief Bettencourt so they can brief their people. All we can do is return to our jobs around town, keep our ears to the ground, and learn everything we can about the Disciples.”
Raider tapped a pen on the table, his features grim.