warrant officers

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‘This is crazy,’ sobs Utah hospital nurse as cop roughs her up, arrests her for doing her job
Police video shows the moment Detective Jeff Payne snapped at nurse Alex Wubbels after she told him hospital policy barred him from collecting blood samples without a warrant or patient consent.

This nonsense is why my Intro to Library Science class had an entire day dedicated to learning about different kinds of search warrants and dealing with police officers. Police officers will always try to muscle or manipulate you into giving them information that they know requires a warrant. I’m so proud of Nurse Alex Wubbels for standing her ground.

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Another Day, Another Fuckery: FTP Edition (9/6/17): As Florida braces for Hurricane Irma, the human shit stain known as Sheriff Grady Judd has warned Polk County residents that if they try to use a shelter and have outstanding warrants, his officers will “gladly escort them to the safe and secure shelter called the Polk County jail.” Judd has claimed to be doing this to protect youth from predators, despite the fact that most warrants are not issued for violent crimes like sexual assault, and instead for minor offenses like missing court dates and not paying fines. Further, he has stated that they will be ID’ing people for entry into shelters, meaning undocumented individuals are at risk of being detained if they do not produce documentation. Ultimately, it will likely deter people in the most desperate need of help to avoid seeking out shelter, for fear of a jail cell. With Central Florida in the path of Irma, how many lives will this wannabe-Joe Arpaio cost us? Tell Grady Judd to focus on protecting lives rather than threatening them during this moment of crisis. 

Enlisted Ranks: Army

There’s nothing I hate more than a story that didn’t even try to get its ranks right. Why is a major giving orders to a colonel? Why is a first sergeant working with a bunch of fuzzies? Why the hell did you just call the sergeant major ‘sir’? 

Military ranks are different across the branches, but if your story features the U.S. Army, here’s a breakdown of enlisted ranks and rank etiquette. (other branches coming soon!)

Basics
Ranks in the army follow a numerical pattern, so if you’re ever not quite sure what the name of the rank higher is, you can reference them by nomenclature.
E-series: E stands for enlisted. This refers to soldiers from private to sergeant major. 
O-series: O stands for officer. This refers to soldiers from second lieutenant to general. O-series post coming soon!
W-series: W stands for warrant officer. This refers to soldiers from warrant officer 1 to chief warrant officer 5. W-series post coming soon!

In ACUs, (army combat uniform) the rank is worn in the center of the chest via a velcro patch. In class-A uniforms, the rank is worn on the shoulder.

Each pay grade earns slightly more per month than the one before it. Officers make significantly more money per month than enlisted. Time in service also affects pay, meaning a sergeant who’s been in six years will make more than a staff sergeant who’s been in three years.

E-1: Private
Most people who enlist come in at E-1 unless they were in JROTC, have a college degree, or performed some other feat with their recruiters prior to enlisting i.e. volunteer work, good P.T. scores, etc. This is the lowest pay grade and has no rank. Soldiers who are E-1s do not wear a rank. 
also known as: PV1, fuzzy (because they wear no velcro rank, there’s a patch of bare fuzz in the middle of their uniform. You can buy a patch to cover it.)
Title: Private, PV1

E-2: Private
Yes, there are two ranks by the name of private. You reach E-2 automatically after six months of enlistment. If you enroll in the Delayed Entry Program or have an acceptable P.T. card with your recruiter, you can enlist as an E-2 instead of an E-1. At E-2, you more or less have no more power than an E-1. 
also known as : PV2
Title: Private, PV2


E-3: Private First Class
The final “private” class. You reach E-3 automatically after 12 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been an E-2 for at least four months. If you were in JROTC for four years, you enter automatically at this rank. This rank still doesn’t have much power, but may be put in charge of other privates and may assist their team leader with tasks, and on occasion may be a team leader themselves.
also known as : PFC
Title: Private, PFC.

E-4: Specialist/Corporal
The last “junior enlisted” class. You reach specialist automatically after 24 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been a PFC for at least six months. If you enlist with a completed four year college degree, you can start out as an E-4 instead of an E-1. Specialists tend to be team leaders and may be in charge of other specialists and privates. When no NCOs are present, the senior specialist is in charge. 

Corporal, while technically the same pay grade as specialist, is actually an essentially higher rank. It’s a special rank only bestowed on those who are in leadership positions and are awaiting the appropriate time in service/time in grade to be promoted to sergeant. Corporals are considered NCOs while specialists are considered junior enlisted.  Strictly speaking corporals and specialists are the same rank, but in most situations, corporals out rank specialists.
also known as: shamshields, (specialist only) SPC, CPL
Title: Specialist, Corporal

Intermission!

Man, all of that text is boring. Let’s break it up a bit with some rank etiquette, shall we?

• Lower enlisted (E-1 thru E-4) tend to call each other by their surname regardless of rank. Even an E-1 will probably be calling a specialist just by their name. The exception is Corporals, who are considered NCOs and are referred to by rank.

• E-5 and above are referred to as “NCOs,” or non-commissioned officers. 

• NCOs with similar ranks might call each other by their surnames and will call lower enlisted by their surnames. When discussing another NCO with a lower enlisted, they will use that NCO’s proper rank. So a sergeant speaking to a PFC will say “Sergeant Smith needs you,” not “Smith needs you.” Freshly promoted sergeants who still hang out with lower enlisted might not mind their friends calling them their surnames in private, but formally and professionally they’re expected to address their senior properly. 

• Lower enlisted ranks are often called “joes,” especially when an NCO is addressing another NCO about their squad or platoon. “Have your joes had chow yet?” = “Have the soldiers directly under your command eaten yet?” 

• It’s considered inappropriate for lower enlisted to hang out with NCOs and it’s discouraged, especially in the work place. 

Are you all rested up? Great! Let’s get back to the ranks. 




E-5: Sergeant

Finally: the NCO ranks! Unlike the previous ranks, you cannot automatically rank up to sergeant. You must attend special courses and be seen by a promotion board where you’ll be expected to recite the NCO creed and have knowledge appropriate for an non-commissioned officer. From this rank on, lower-ranked soldiers will refer to you as “sergeant” and you will likely be a squad leader or in another leadership position. 

• Lower enlisted do NOT refer to sergeants by their surname unless it is paired with their rank. “Sergeant Smith,” not just “Smith,” or your private will be doing a lot of push-ups. 

• No one calls them “Sarge.” Like… just don’t do it friends. 

• Some pronounce sergeant in such a way it sounds as though the g is dropped entirely. Ser-eant, or phonetically, “saarnt.” 

also known as: SGT

Title: Sergeant


E-6: Staff Sergeant

Sergeant Plus. You probably will have similar responsibilities to an E-5, meaning probably a squad leader unless you need to fill in for a platoon sergeant. Don’t misunderstand; in lower enlisted ranks, private and private first class aren’t that much of a difference. E-5 and E-6 are a definite difference though. It is acceptable to call an E-6 either “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of staff sergeant. 

also known as: SSG

Title: Sergeant


E-7: Sergeant First Class

At this point the ranks become known as “senior NCO.” E-7 and above cannot be demoted by normal means. It actually requires a court martial or congressional approval to demote an E-7. Like, it’s surprisingly hard to demote people after this point. I once knew an E-7 who got busted with a DUI and STILL didn’t lose his rank.

Anyway, it’s still appropriate to call an E-7 “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of sergeant first class. SFCs may be platoon sergeants or in some circumstances may hold a first sergeant position. While positioned as a first sergeant, they should be referred to as “first sergeant.” Unless you work at battalion level or higher, this is probably the highest NCO rank you’ll interact with regularly, and in some cases interacting with an E-7 can be as big a deal as interacting with an E-8. 

also known as: SFC

Title: Sergeant


E-8: First Sergeant/Master Sergeant

Another dual-rank. First sergeants are the NCO in charge of a company and are usually the highest ranking NCO soldiers will interact with regularly. They run the company alongside the company commander. All NCOs answer to them and most beginning of the day and end of the day formations will be initiated and ended with them. It is only appropriate to refer to a first sergeant as “first sergeant” or “first sergeant (name).” Do not just call them “sergeant.”

Master sergeants are E-8s who are not in a first sergeant position. Typically these people wind up working in offices in battalion or brigade. It’s only appropriate to refer to a master sergeant as “master sergeant” or “master sergeant (name).”

also known as: 1SG, FSG, (first sergeant only) MSG (master sergeant only)

Titles: First Sergeant, Master Sergeant.


E-9: Sergeant Major or Command Sergeant Major

We finally reach the end of the list: Sergeant Major, the highest ranking NCO. Sergeant Majors will be found at battalion level and higher. Command Sergeant Majors are those that hold a leadership position in a battalion, brigade, etc, like first sergeant vs master sergeant. It is appropriate to refer to E-9s as “sergeant major” or “sergeant major (name).” Typically, a command sergeant major will be referred to AS command sergeant major.

In the U.S., the plural form of sergeant major is “sergeants major.” Outside the U.S., “sergeant majors” can be correct. 

also known as: SGM, CSM

Title: Sergeant Major

Now, for the most important announcement:

Soldiers NEVER, and I mean NEVER, refer to an NCO as “sir” or “ma’am.” Forget what the movies tell you; if your first sergeant is chewing you out, you do not say “ma’am, yes ma’am!” You’ll earn yourself some push-ups and some cleaning duty and probably a counseling. Do you see how under every rank I’ve provided a “title” section? That’s how your soldiers address that rank. Period. The only people who get called “sir” and “ma’am” are civilians and officers. Cannot tell you how many movies I’ve rolled my eyes into my skull because some snot-nosed private is calling their squad leader “sir.” Please cease this immediately. Thank you.

That’s all for scriptsoldier’s rank breakdown of enlisted ranks! Stay tuned for our breakdown of officers, warrant officers, and how your rank affects your standing in your unit!

Autobots’ Military Structure

EXPLAINED

For Generation One, at least. The Autobots do seem to follow a strict military structure. With references to officers, special operations units, intelligence, as well as various specialist in their fields. 

I am going to attempt to explain how this structure works and how many of the top ranking Autobots fall into and their actual positions other than the generic “officer” title. 

Let’s start from the bottom and work our way up.

Enlisted personnel: E1 - E6

These would be your more basic soldiers. You’re “frontliner” if you will. These are the ranks where most of the grunt work comes from. They often have no say in the command they are assigned and are strictly there to follow orders and do their job. Not to say there is no authority within these position, but they are the most common. 

E1s are the fresh from bootcamp soldiers. Which Grimlock and his team would be. Making them the lowest ranking Autobots right next to the Aerialbots. Though with their own unique cybertronian military structure, the Aerialbots’ gestalt leader would likely have been advanced to that of an E6, without the usual preamble of time in rank and qualification tests. Same with the Dinobots’ Grimlock. As an E6 is typically put in charge of small groups, squadrons or units. One step below and actual Chief/Gunnery Sargeant. Which we will get to next.

Enlisted personnel: E7 - E9

These are your Chiefs/First Sergeants/Master Gunnery Sergeant/Marines have too many names for the same rank. They are held in high regard and are positions of authority. They are often tasked with the real work of the . Making decisions and commanding the army on a more personal level than that of an officer. They take a direct role with the lower enlisted personnel. 

 It also explains why a seasoned veteran like Kup would take direction from someone as seemingly inexperienced as Hot Rod. As while a Master Chief/Master Gunnery Sergeant ( E9 ) is one of the most respected and revered of ranks. As they are titles earned by only the best of the best and only after putting in many, many years of service. Even a fresh to the service Ensign would outrank him. As all officers outranks all enlisted personnel regardless of time spent serving.

Also, yes Bumblebee is a Chief. 

Warrant Officers: W1 - W5

Warrant officers are rare, as it it more difficult to become a Warrant Officer than any other rank. Barring that of the highest officer ranks. They do not hold actual sway over the direction the army goes unless it pertains to their own specialization.  Within the army itself, Warrant Officers are highly respected and revered for their skill. 

They are subject experts in their chosen field. No one knows more than they do about their particular topic. With Ironhide, it would be weapons. Meaning he is the point of reference for all things involving weaponry within the Autobot army. The same would be for Wheeljack within the scientific side of the war effort. Blaster for communications, etc. This explains that while they obviously hold authority and their opinions are so highly regarded by the Prime. While they don’t hold an actual command over the army as a whole. Though this does vary for cybertronians. As Ironhide has been placed in charge due to the high death rate of the Autobot army officers and there being a lack of qualified officers to fill a command role.

Officers: O1 - O4

These would be the Junior Officers. Your Ensigns to your Lieutenant Commanders. Not much experience is needed for theses ranks and they joined by way of contract and specialized schooling. This is not to say those who have these ranks are to be disrespected. They hold authority over even the most senior of enlisted soldiers. They also can be appointed positions of higher authority than their rank would typically allow. Depending on skill set and how they present themselves as an asset to the command they are assigned.


Officers: O5 - O6

Your Captains and Commanders. Captain does not automatically mean they are in charge of a ship. They hold that capability, but do not always act as the XO (Executive Officer) of a vessel. These are the second rarest next to Warrant Officers. Usually, they are the highest ranking at a command. With the exception of a Flag Ship, which the Ark arguably is. The hold the utmost Authority over a command. With Ratchet this would be the medbay of the Ark. Though with within the medical field reaching such a high rank is rare, meaning he would be the point of contact and set standards as far as all medbays within the army are to uphold. 

Officers: O7 - O11

The leaders. Admirals. Though with cybertronian variants of the term. They take ultimate responsibility over the entire army. Their orders are not questioned and their authority absolute. With Fleet Admiral (O11) being the rank of Prime. Giving Optimus Prime a special kind of authority, though only during times of war. Where their call is the ultimate call, even over other Admiral’s. 

Elita-1 would be a Four Star Admiral. Giving her command over the war effort still ongoing on Cybertron. Then there is Prowl and Jazz, who fall in the middle. With Prowl being a three star and Jazz either two or one. This would make them report and be accountable to none other except Optimus Prime, as they are part of the Ark crew and the command on earth. However were they to be reassigned to Cybertron, it would still be Optimus Prime, but also Elita-1 right after him. 

Special Warfare Combatant-craft Crewmen: S.W.C.C

The all-stars. Especially the Wreckers, which could be equated to that of a Navy Seal. So when they have the lower ranked bots excited for the Wreckers, treating them like celebrities. It’s actually a fairly accurate representation. These are the soldiers with the strongest wills and best skill sets to carry out a mission. They still have to adhere to rank, same as the enlisted soldiers, but they are given their own specific commander. And when an enlisted soldier meets one, even if it’s only for a few minutes, it’s all that soldier will talk about for the next several weeks. (Not an exaggeration)

Then you have the HUMINT agents, the ones who gather the intelligence and spy. Though the army wouldn’t actually call it spying. Though they cybertronian equivalent would likely be called CYBINT. As this stands for cybertronian intelligence gathering. Meaning they get up close and personal with the enemy. Their identities are often not known. Though even an agent with a blown cover can still be useful. Especially if they have the unique ability to become invisible or create holograms.


There. 

Now, if there are any questions regarding this, mun is free to answer them. This wasn’t overly detailed, as there are special nuances to each rank, within that rank. Such as rates. Which seem cybertronians seem to differentiate from conventional norms on that front. There is no “science” rate. Though the officer’s positions being mostly political outside times of war they got spot on.

eatacactusass  asked:

What the fuck is happening right now?

Immigrants are being detained left and right without warrants, officers are tricking kids into leading them to their parents, and families are being unjustly split up. Words cannot describe how terrified I am of this country.

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Jorge-052:

Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052 was a SPARTAN-II commando of the UNSC Naval Special Warfare Command, attached to Special Warfare Group Three. He fought during the Fall of Reach in 2552 as a part of Noble Team under the call sign Noble Five.

Conscription:

Jorge was born in Pálháza on Reach on March 5, 2511, and was abducted and conscripted into the SPARTAN-II program by Dr. Catherine Halsey in 2517 when he was six years old. While on Reach, he was trained by the AI Déjà and Chief Petty Officer Mendez along with the rest of the Spartan children.

In 2525, he and the other candidates underwent a series of augmentations to improve their overall combat prowess in several different fields. Jorge was among the candidates who survived the procedure.

Fall of Reach:

Jorge served with Noble Team under the call sign “Noble Five” during the Fall of Reach in 2552. He acted in the capacity of heavy weapons specialist, and was the only SPARTAN-II on the team.

Prior to the Fall of Reach, Jorge-052 along with other members of Noble Team investigated an incident over at Visegrád Relay, only to discover that Covenant forces had bypassed Reach’s defenses and infiltrated key installations and communications centers. During the preliminary stages of the Covenant invasion of Reach, Jorge and Noble Team partook in multiple operations against Covenant forces on the surface of Reach, including a counter-offensive operation to retake Sword Base and a large-scale UNSC assault on a Covenant-occupied site and neutralization of a Covenant Spire.

Realizing the presence of the Covenant supercarrier after the Battle of Viery as a great threat, the team devised Operation: UPPERCUT; a tactic which involved using a YSS-1000 “Sabre”-class starfighter to deliver a makeshift slipspace bomb to the supercarrier and destroy it via a slipspace rupture. After receiving authorization from Colonel Urban Holland, the team traveled to a besieged base and assisted the UNSC forces in repelling the Covenant forces. Jorge and Noble Six boarded a Sabre and launched into space to join the Epsilon Eridani Defense Fleet.

After rendezvousing with the UNSC fleet, the Sabres helped in repelling the Covenant invasion force and escorted the UNSC Savannah in commandeering a Covenant corvette. The Savannah diverted the Corvette’s fire, allowing Noble Six to infiltrate the ship’s hull and allow a Pelican carrying Jorge and the bomb inside the ship. Jorge and Six then used the hijacked Corvette, which was on course toward the supercarrier to refuel, to transport the slipspace device within range of the Supercarrier. After they had taken control of the Corvette, Jorge discovered that they were not only cut off from their Sabres, the thrusters on the Pelican were damaged during the firefight, and that in order for them to return to Reach, the SPARTANS would have to free-fall back to the planet’s surface. He also found that the timing device that would have been used to activate the SFTE was also damaged, and the only alternative would be to trigger it manually.

Jorge resolved that he would stay to activate the slipspace device himself and presuming that doing so would cost him his life, he entrusted Noble Six with his dog tags before forcing Six off the Covenant Corvette. His last known words, which were to Six, were “Tell them to make it count.” As Six drifted away from the ship, Jorge activated the bomb, opening a slipspace rupture that enveloped the Corvette and a large portion of the Supercarrier’s midsection, sending it into the slipstream with no way out. UPPERCUT had been a success, but at the cost of Jorge’s life.

Throw a bottle of petroleum jelly at me and tell me to "take care of business, and come back when I feel better?" Yes, sir!

The setting is 2008 in Fallujah, Iraq, part of 1st Radio Bn, rocking a cush desk job in operations.  By now the violence has dramatically slowed down, so I’m resigned to a desk.  I was the lowest ranking in my specific office at Lance Corporal.  We had a Major, Master Gunnery Sergeant, 1st Lieutenant, the entire spectrum of high ranking people (we were in charge of an entire Battalion’s operations), everyone was way above my pay-grade.

We also had a hilarious Chief Warrant Officer in charge of all the Battalion’s distribution of systems and equipment (his job title acronym was SIMO, but I’ve forgotten what it stands for).  He once told me that under different circumstances, had we met during his enlisted days “We would have made great drinking buddies.”  One day, he threw a bottle of petroleum jelly he got in a gag care package at me in front of everyone after I got done ranting about something I’ve long since forgotten. Told me to go “take care of business, and come back when I feel better.”  

During his routine afternoon siesta I spent an hour covering everything on his desk with it in the most inconspicuous spots (e.g. inside the handle of a coffee mug, underneath the handle of the Keurig pod loader, behind the canister holding Keurig coffee pods, anywhere he could grab and not see it without first inspecting it).  My advantage: Everyone was gone either on lunch or also on siesta.  No one to tell me to stop, not that they would have, they loved these pranks I pulled.

He came back and proceeded to curse at a rate never witnessed before as he had to continuously wipe all the jelly off his hands every minute. He did catch the jelly on the inside rims of his over-the-ear headphones before he rimmed his ears with it.  He thought he had me when he exclaimed “Aha!  Got ya there!” as though he had defeated me.  Yet, the best came after 10 minutes when he thought it had ended, that he had reached the extent of my creativity.  I let him calm down and get back to work.

Everyone else in the office at this point was cackling and laughing at CWO’s misfortune as they silently watched me reach for my phone, wondering what was coming next.  I picked up my phone on my desk, slowly and quietly dialing the number at his desk while he’s getting all cozy thinking it can’t get any worse. It rings, everyone turns to look at him, he’s on the computer, picks up the phone, slaps it to his ear as was his normal shtick when answering the phone, “Radio Battalion SIMOSONOFABITCH!!!” Turns his head, ear was caked full of petroleum jelly I had dumped all around the ear piece of the phone.

Master Guns and Major told me these antics and pranks made that deployment. Master Guns told me the next day that after I left, CWO went through everything in a fit of paranoia to check and see if it had petroleum jelly on it.  Over my enlistment, I earned everything from NAMs to CARs over three deployments in four years, this was by far my proudest accomplishment.  CWO Ryan, if you’re reading this: You fucking deserved it you glorious bastard.

anonymous asked:

How would you describe hellsling to someone who hasn't watched it before?

It’s about a vampire-hunting organization headed by a badass woman named Integra Hellsing who is aided by a vampire with Lovecraftian powers known as Alucard. And then there’s their rival organization known as Iscariot Section XIII. Their main enforcer is Father Alexander Anderson who really likes killing vampires and really has it out for Alucard. They have a bit of a friendly rivalry as they attempt to kill each other. 

They all get mixed up in a plot by a chubby nerd only known as “the Major” heading a Nazi organization known as Millennium to start a war because… well, he just likes war, to be honest. He assembles an army of artificial vampires to fight in the battle. There’s also a Nazi cat-boy on their side (yes, you heard that right) who liberally abuses the rules of quantum mechanics. (It’ll make more sense in the end.)

And then a big-tittied Police Girl because it’s not an anime if there isn’t at least one girl with big titties. (And her name is Seras Victoria, by the way, not “Police Girl.”)

It’s very gory and bloody, but it’s a fantastic series with a lot of character development and an interesting story.

|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

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I was tagged by @accidentallypatriotic for a throwback selfie. Not too far of a throwback. And not technically a selfie. But here I am with a real life hero. I served with Buck here in Afghanistan. Every time. Even this last deployment, after the Army finally forcibly made him retire, he was there as a contractor.

Buck joined the Army shortly after the Korean war as a private. Then he joined Special Forces as a medic. I once asked him what 18D class he graduated from. He said two. As in the second class ever. After Vietnam, he left the enlisted ranks as a Sergeant First Class and became a Warrant Officer. And progressed to the Rank of Chief Warrant Officer 3. In the 80’s, Buck left the Army for a brief time to attend PA school. He then rejoined the Army as a 2nd Lieutenant.

He participated in every major conflict since Vietnam. Pictured above as a Lieutenant Colonel at 63 years old and still on Active Duty. A true hero and badass.

Giant Military* Masterpost for Writers

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Educated Distraction

A/N: Drabble request for anon. Reader insert where Reader is the daughter of Bobby. She’s a high school teacher fresh out of college. Well-loved by the club, but doesn’t fit in like everyone else, until the saves the club from Hale by flirting with him and distracting him from searching the clubhouse. I hope I’ve done your request justice, anony!!

Parking at Teller Morrow, you could see the guys working in the garage and hanging outside the clubhouse. It had been a long while since you’d been in Charming.
You’d been away, studying to become a high school teacher and had just started teaching at the local school, much to your own surprise. You never thought you’d be back living in Charming, but here you were, in your heels and button down shirt, just having finished up your first week.
Straightening you tube skirt, you crossed the garage lot to the clubhouse.
“Hey Miss Priss!”
“Hey, Tig!” You called back, acknowledging your childhood nickname.
“Break any schoolboy hearts today?” Jax asked as you approached the group of bikers sitting at the picnic benches.
“Only yours.” You joked, making Jax chuckle.
“Hey Princess.” Bobby said, sliding over so you could sit next to him.
“Hey Dad.”
You were close with Bobby. It was difficult, but you kept in close contact. You’d visited once you had gotten back in to town, but hadn’t had a lot of time to see everyone, starting work immediately.
While you weren’t a permanent fixture at the club, you were well loved, from the prez to the croweaters. You came around as often as you could, to parties and Gemma’s dinners, catching up with Bobby and your extended family before leaving to study at California State University.
At that moment, another extension of your family came running out of the clubhouse, snapping his phone shut.
“We got company.” Juice said. “Unser called, Hale is right around the corner, got a warrant to search the club.
“Shit.” Jax said. “We got the Niner’s guns.”
“And a whole bunch of other shit that Captain Law won’t like us having.”
The club were silent, trying to think of what to do.
You stood up. “Let me try something. Ray, have you got any lipstick?”
The croweater ran in to the clubhouse and emerged with a tube of red.
Quickly applying it, you handed it back, taking your hair out of it’s bun. It fell around your face, and you moved your fingers through it, checking your reflection in the mirror of one of the bikes.
Undoing a button on your shirt, hitching your skirt a little higher, you turned to the bikers.
“What do ya think?”
They all looked surprised, a few nodding, looking you up and down.
You generally dressed quite conservatively, even when you were younger. You had such a sweet demeanour, liking to keep yourself covered, but never judged anyone who didn’t.
“Hale had a bit of a thing for me at school. Maybe I can use it.”
It wasn’t more than a few minutes before Deputy Chief Hale rolled up in his patrol car with a handful of cops, ready to search the Sons clubhouse for contraband.
The Sons all stood around, hoping that whatever you had up your sleeve would work.
“David Hale, long time no see.”
You strutted over to the deputy, bright smile across your face.
“Y/N, I- Wha- Yeah.” Hale stammered, the same shocked expression that the club gave you.
“Well, well, that sure is a shiny badge you have there. Made deputy, always knew you would.” You stepped right up to him, running a fingertip over the badge.
“Are you, um,” he gulped, eyeing your outfit, biting his lip slightly when he fixated his gaze on your own.
“Yep, did my time at college, now I’m back teaching at our old school! Crazy, huh? You know, I actually walked passed the classroom where you first kissed me. Brought back some memories.” You winked at him.
You knew it was cruel, but you just had to help the club, and it wasn’t like Hale wasn’t enjoying your little reunion.
Hale cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged pink.
“Sorry, deputy, should we begin the search?” One of the officers cut in.
“Now hold up there, officer. I haven’t seen this guy in, what, six years?” You asked, Hale nodding his head. 
“A few more minutes isn’t going to make you late home for dinner, Officer Monroe.” Hale responded, not taking his eyes from you.
“So you’re here to search the clubhouse?”
Hale nodded again.
“David,” you said, crossing your arms, pushing your chest up further, a knowing look on your face.
“I think we both know that these guys aren’t holding on to anything here. They’ve all been working so hard, setting up a little party for my return, and my graduation. Pops didn’t get to see me graduate, and now that I’m back in town, they just wanna throw me a little shindig to celebrate.”
Hale was about to protest, so you put a hand tenderly on his arm, moving so close that your bodies were almost touching.
“I was thinking, would you mind not raiding the place today, when all they wanna do is throw a little party for me?”
Hale scoffed. “Y/N, you know I can’t do that.”
“I’d be happy to make it up to you.”
This stumped Hale for a moment.
“I was hoping, since I’m back in town now, probably for good, that we could catch up. You could take me out to dinner tomorrow night. Who knows, maybe that fire’s still there from all those years ago. I never did forget you while I was away at school.”
You could see the cogs turning in Hale’s head, as he weighed up the pros and cons of going back to the station having not raided the clubhouse. You knew he’d want the win over the club, but he still carried a torch for you.
“Alright. But only because I don’t want to spoil your party, and I’d love to catch up.” Hale turned to the officers.
“Back to the station!” he called out.
“What? But we have a warrant!” Officer Monroe protested.
“Don’t make me suspend you, Monroe. Back to the station.”
You grabbed the warrant from Hale and the pen in his breast pocket, leaning it on his chest and writing on it.
“That’s my number, and my address.” You said, sliding the pen back in to his pocket and the paper into his hand.
“I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”
“I’ll be ready.” You leant forward and kissed his cheek, being sure to press yourself against him.
Hale stood shocked for a second, a small smirk forming across his face.
“As you were, Sons.” he called out before turning and walking to his patrol car.
You gave him one last smile and wave as he drove out of the parking lot.
When the coast was clear, you were hugged by a tidal wave of bikers, cheering and whooping.
“’Hale had a bit of a thing for you’, huh? You kissed Hale?” Jax asked, his nose scrunched up.
You shrugged. “We dated a little at the end of high school. Didn’t make a big deal out of it, because I was leaving for college, but we kept in touch a bit. He wanted to stay long distance, but I said it’d be better to stay friends and see what happens. Now I guess we’re gonna see what happens.” You scrunched up your face, hoping this wouldn’t come and bite you in the butt.
“If you married him, you might be able to get him off our asses.” Tig joked.
“Shoosh, you, he’s really nice. I feel kinda bad.”
“We owe you big time, sweetheart.” Bobby said, hugging you tightly.
“Well you can start the payback now, that party I was talking about sounds pretty good.” You laughed.
“Get Gemma on the phone, tell her she’s got a feast to organise.”
“Let’s get you a drink, darlin’.” Jax said.
“I think I’ve earned it.” You smiled and followed him in to the clubhouse.

Extortion 17

To the families of these brave men, we salute you and will never forget the sacrifices that were made for all of us.  We are forever grateful. 

Lt. Cmdr. (SEAL) Jonas B. Kelsall, 32, of Shreveport, La.,

Special Warfare Operator Master Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Louis J. Langlais, 44, of Santa Barbara, California;

Special Warfare Operator Senior Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Thomas A. Ratzlaff, 34, of Green Forest, Arkansas;

Explosive Ordnance Disposal Technician Senior Chief Petty Officer (Expeditionary Warfare Specialist/Freefall Parachutist) Kraig M. Vickers 36, of Kokomo, Hawaii;

Special Warfare Operator Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Brian R. Bill, 31, of Stamford, Connecticut;

Special Warfare Operator Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) John W. Faas, 31, of Minneapolis, Minnesota;

Special Warfare Operator Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Kevin A. Houston, 35, of West Hyannisport, Massachusetts;

Special Warfare Operator Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Matthew D. Mason, 37, of Kansas City, Missouri;

Special Warfare Operator Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Stephen M. Mills, 35, of Fort Worth, Texas;

Explosive Ordnance Disposal Technician Chief Petty Officer (Expeditionary Warfare Specialist/Freefall Parachutist/Diver) Nicholas H. Null, 30, of Washington, West Virginia;

Special Warfare Operator Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Robert J. Reeves, 32, of Shreveport, Louisiana;

Special Warfare Operator Chief Petty Officer (SEAL) Heath M. Robinson, 34, of Detroit, Michigan;

Special Warfare Operator Petty Officer 1st Class (SEAL) Darrik C. Benson, 28, of Angwin, California;

Special Warfare Operator Petty Officer 1st Class (SEAL/Parachutist) Christopher G. Campbell, 36, of Jacksonville, North Carolina;

Information Systems Technician Petty Officer 1st Class (Expeditionary Warfare Specialist/Freefall Parachutist) Jared W. Day, 28, of Taylorsville, Utah;

Master-at-Arms Petty Officer 1st Class (Expeditionary Warfare Specialist) John Douangdara, 26, of South Sioux City, Nebraska;

Cryptologist Technician (Collection) Petty Officer 1st Class (Expeditionary Warfare Specialist) Michael J. Strange, 25, of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania;

Special Warfare Operator Petty Officer 1st Class (SEAL/Enlisted Surface Warfare Specialist) Jon T. Tumilson, 35, of Rockford, Iowa;

Special Warfare Operator Petty Officer 1st Class (SEAL) Aaron C. Vaughn, 30, of Stuart, Florida;

Special Warfare Operator Petty Officer 1st Class (SEAL) Jason R. Workman, 32, of Blanding, Utah.

The following sailors assigned to a West Coast-based Naval Special Warfare unit were killed:

Special Warfare Operator Petty Officer 1st Class (SEAL) Jesse D. Pittman, 27, of Ukiah, California, and

Special Warfare Operator Petty Officer 2nd Class (SEAL) Nicholas P. Spehar, 24, of Saint Paul, Minnesota.

The soldiers killed were:

Chief Warrant Officer David R. Carter, 47, of Centennial, Colorado. He was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 135th Aviation Regiment (General Support Aviation Battalion), Aurora;

Chief Warrant Officer Bryan J. Nichols, 31, of Hays, Kansas. He was assigned to the 7th Battalion, 158th Aviation Regiment (General Support Aviation Battalion), New Century, Kansas;

Sgt. Patrick D. Hamburger, 30, of Lincoln, Neb. He was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 135th Aviation Regiment (General Support Aviation Battalion), Grand Island, Nebraska;

Sgt. Alexander J. Bennett, 24, of Tacoma, Washington. He was assigned to the 7th Battalion, 158th Aviation Regiment (General Support Aviation Battalion), New Century, Kansas; and

Spc. Spencer C. Duncan, 21, of Olathe, Kansas. He was assigned to the 7th Battalion, 158th Aviation Regiment (General Support Aviation Battalion), New Century, Kansas.

The airmen killed were:

Tech. Sgt. John W. Brown, 33, of Tallahassee, Florida;

Staff Sgt. Andrew W. Harvell, 26, of Long Beach, California; and

Tech. Sgt. Daniel L. Zerbe, 28, of York, Pennsylvania.

All three airmen were assigned to the 24th Special Tactics Squadron, Pope Field, North Carolina. 

Via Dailymail.

Imagine Your OTP #25

Person A and Person B are arrested for some reason (you decide).


“Let us out! You have no reason to hold us in here!” Person A screams, trying to shake the bars.

“On the contrary, you have several outstanding warrants,” the (police officer, guard, or what-not) says.

Person B wirls on Person A, “YOU HAVE WARRANTS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

“Oh, you have warrants, too,” the (police officer, guard, what-not) says and he begins to list them off.

Person B plops down, pats the ground next to them for Person A to sit, props their feet up, and gets comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Person A asks.

Person B glances up, “What? Oh, we’re gonna be here a while, this list is gonna take some time.”