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your club could help my family with.  You think your brothers might be interested?”
     
    Samuel did indeed know that name, Rojas.  He hadn’t dealt with them personally before, but that didn’t mean he was ignorant about them.  It didn’t do to be ignorant about Colombian crime syndicates.  They’d never operated in Louisiana before and Samuel wasn’t sure how one of them had ended up here in Angola with him.  It was a question for the list, though.  For now, he wasn’t going to turn an opportunity down out-of-hand until he’d heard the details.
     
    “You know how it works, friend.  They’ll have to take a vote on anything that involves the club.  You tell me what it is you have in mind, if I think it’s something we can get on board with, I’m happy to take it to the table.”
     
    “I’m glad to hear that.  Let’s see if we can work together, huh, ese ?”
     
    “Yeah, let’s see.”
     
    ~o0o~
     
    Eduardo had come through with the ‘details’ for Samuel.  The Rojas family moved people and drugs.  To get them into the States, they first transported them to Mexico, and then over the border into Arizona.  They’d lost that connection, and with it the one that continued the transportation into California for distribution across the continent.  They needed new lines of movement throughout the US.  They had a fresh distributor set up in Florida, far enough away to keep suspicion from looking at their old connections; but they needed to move their product from the border out east.  They were in the process of establishing a way into Texas, but they needed local assistance; and that was where they had asked Samuel to see if the Priests would entertain a partnership.
     
    Samuel had just finished explaining some of the finer complexities of the deal to Terry and was running out of allotted visitation time.
     
    “Terry, we bring the Rabids in from Texas, get them to meet the packages and bring them to us, we can get them from Texas to Florida.  There’s no other MC claiming I-10 as their turf.  It’s ours for the run.”
     
    The Rabid Dogs MC of southern Texas had a longstanding friendship with the Priests.  As with all things outlaw, it was delicately balanced on a knife edge of comradeship and mutual benefit, but it had endured for more than thirty years thus far.  The same could not be said for the Satan’s Tail MC, which controlled the northern half of the Lone Star state.
     
    “You don’t think the Tails are gonna have somethin’ to say about that, Boss?”
     
    “The Tails are clear across the north of the state.  The Rabids are by the border.  The Tails ain’t got no say in this.”
     
    “Oh I’m sure they’ll have a few words on the matter anyhow, but I see your logic.  Just sayin’ they might try shit is all.”
     
    “Terry, if the Rabids can’t keep their turf that’s up to them.  If they lose their ground we cut the deal with the Tails instead.  But for now, keeping their garden clear is up to the Rabids.  Anythin’ else is just a bridge we don’t worry ‘bout crossin’ ‘til we need to.”
     
    “Alright, Boss.  I got enough here to take it to Church.  I’ll let you know next week what the boys say.”
     
    Samuel watched Terry leave with the hope that the response from his club would be favorable.  The opportunity that they’d been presented with had the potential to be lucrative, and to last over the long term, too, if they were cautious.  It wasn’t something to be passed over lightly.  It wasn’t something to be entered into lightly, though, either.  Colombian cartels weren’t known to be easy to walk away from; but what they were proposing sounded reasonable enough to be worth the risk to the Priests, and it wasn’t too far removed from the work they’d been used to.  Samuel wasn’t one to be swayed by dollar signs, but he couldn’t deny that the chance to earn big after six years of his family existing at subsistence levels