Condemned MC

Dec 2021 we all sat in a very somber Church meeting, the Sinister Sons of Sandy Shores, having just came out of a seven-day war that was brutal for both sides. No true victory for either side could be claimed. However, the true cost of war was soon to be evident. During the war, the Sinister sons were without its upper leadership. The President, Having only ducked in a few times to ask how it was going and if the war was still on and then would slither back into his apartment. Once the dust had settled the President of the Chapter again begin to grace us with his presence, this church meeting was about the status quo, old endings, and new beginnings. Members, and some of the High table, stood up during that meeting voicing their concern for the lack of leadership during the war. The President basically replied, “So! You’re dissatisfied, oh well.” It was at that time we stood and removed our Cuts and walked away from the bewildered President and what few members remained.

We saddled our Iron horses and road off to meet at John McCree’s house in Grapeseed and discuss any future we might have. It was at that time the thoughts of forming our own club began to spin, and we elected John McCree to be the President of this rag-tag group of drunken deviants. The name was chosen, and Condemned MC was formed to settle within Grapeseed. As the years went by, our ranks grew, slowly we like a broken warrior would begin to heal. We established a name for ourselves to be trusted, loyal to our cause and our word, not out to find (trouble but never backing down when trouble came calling us out), even if when the odds were against us. Oh, we took some losses, but we chalked up wins as well. Having established ourselves within the community as a serious MC and one’s who knew how to keep our mouths shut and how to handle our business when needed.

We were approached by the Crime Lord of the city offering us a business proposition that was not without cost possible our demise if caught, but otherwise extremely lucrative. It would warrant the utmost secrecy. We became the sole provider of explosives for all mining operations and even makers of some fewer known products for those special high-end jobs that took a little more than say some TNT. Without incident we manufactured C4 and all mining explosives. We used some highly trusted mules as go-betweens with the other organizations that needed our special product, to insure we kept ourselves out of the limelight. Even though it was expected it was never confirmed we were the producers. Until one night, a member of the High table then Enforcer named Frankie got so deep in the bottle and Smoke that he took a call thinking it was a customer and setup a personal sale. This sale was our undoing, it turned out that the FIB had seen Frankie made an announcement ad for our mining products and knew he had been hitting the sauce rather hard. They made the call and posed as an expected mule. Frankie made the connect point, met all masked group, which was unusual. Beginning to expect something was amiss, Frankie tried to back out, but it was too late. They swooped in, snagged Frankie, gathered all evidence, then sent Frankie to Bolingbrook, for the 9’s. The FIB begins to make its case on the Chapter, and one-by-one begin chasing us down. Somewhere gunned down in the street, some in their homes not willing to surrender and betray the patch. All we knew was it was time to grab anything and everything and disburse to the winds to find a city to rebuild the Condemned MC or just survive and bring what brothers were left to find a home and be united once again. Some of us tried to settle down with another MC called the Serpents however it would seem the lack of leadership was once again present and without wasting any time we packed up and rode off.

Having traveled for some time, landing in one small town after another, each with their own unique feel just not the right feeling. We came to a road sign that read UnifyRP five miles ahead. As we approached the small town, and the dust settled it seemed to have an old familiar vibe. To be honest it felt like home. Finding a place in El Burro to claim as our own we settled down awaiting the next chapter of the Condemned MC.