Rachel’s and Maia’s Place:
Rachel stumbles out of her bedroom in just her panties and nightshirt. She was still feeling sleepy as she walks into the kitchen and brew herself a cup of coffee. Everyone had gone back home after they tortured the information out of the Isis members they captured yesterday.

When the coffee is done brewing, she sits down at the counter and fixes her coffee. She grabs a fresh blueberry muffin from a package that Maia had bought yesterday. Maia had gone grocery shopping while she was out with the guys taking down an Isis group.

She sits in the kitchen and enjoys the quietness and her coffee. She closes her eyes as she thinks about what she is going to do with her motorcycle shop.

“How did things go, yesterday?” Maia comes walking into the kitchen and spots Rachel enjoying her morning coffee.

Rachel opens her eyes and looks at her young roommate. Maia has been very patient with her and her co-workers.

“It went well. I can’t go into detail about what we found out, but we did find out how they are communicating with each other and who is coordinating the different cells.” Rachel takes a sip from her coffee.

“Are you guys going to handle the problem?” Maia fixes herself a cup of coffee.

“We’re turning it over to an FBI friend of my boss.” Rachel takes another sip of her coffee.

“How come you guys aren’t going to handle it?” Maia was curious why Rachel and her friends weren’t handling it.

“It’s out of our jurisdiction.” Rachel knew Patton wanted to handle it, but it wasn’t their job.

“So, does that mean you guys aren’t going to do anything?” Maia knew they were mercs for hire.

“Yes, but we did turn over everything we had on this group. The FBI or NSA can handle this from now on.” Rachel didn’t like it, but they were law enforcement and the legal consequences were too much.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Maia was curious.

“I’m going to reopen the motorcycle shop I bought and sell parts and some of the motorcycles there.”

“So, you're not going to go on any missions or contracts anymore?” Maia looks at Rachel’s face.

“Not until I find someone I can trust to run the motorcycle shop while I’m gone.” Rachel didn’t buy the shop to make money, but it would be nice if it did.

“So, that means I get to see you more?” Maia didn’t mind.

“Yes, you’ll see me around more, when I’m not working at the shop.” Rachel finishes her coffee.

“That will be nice. Will any of your coworkers be coming over?” Maia looks over the rim of her coffee cup at Rachel.

“Who is it that you have your eyes set on?” Rachel noticed the inquisitive look Maia had.

“No one in particular.” Maia liked Warewolf.

“Yeah, right.” Rachel gets up and rinses her coffee cup out.

She turns and walks out of the kitchen towards her bedroom. She changes her clothes and grabs the keys to her motorcycle. She tucks her gun into its holster at the small of her back.

“I’m heading down towards the shop if you need me.” Rachel starts walking out of the house.

“Alright.” Maia heads towards her bedroom to get ready for work as well.

Later In The Day:
Aisha was making a delivery two stores down from Rachel’s motorcycle shop. She saw the front door open and decided to stick her head in.

“Is anyone here?” Aisha steps in and notices that several things have been moved around.

“Yeah, give me a second.” Rachel was busy organizing some bins.

A smile appears on Aisha’s face because she recognized the voice. She wonders what Rachel was doing up here in the shop. She stands at the counter and waits for her.

Rachel comes walking out of the back and spots Aisha standing at the counter. A smirk appears on her face “what brings you up here?”

“I had a delivery two stores down from you. So, are John and Bert opening this store back up?” Aisha got some of her parts from here.

“Nope, I am. I bought it from them, back before everything went sideways.”

“Good, does that mean I’ll get discounts on my parts?” Aisha knew sooner or later she’ll need them.

“We’ll see. So, is there anything else I can do for you?” Rachel had some idea of what Aisha wanted.

“Yeah, how did the job against those Isis sympathizers go?”

“What sympathizers?” Rachel gives Aisha a puzzled look.

“You know, did you guys handle that situation?” Aisha couldn’t figure out why Rachel had a puzzled look on her face.

“What situation?” Rachel says it as a question.

After a few seconds, she realizes what Rachel was doing. A smile appears on her face.

“Alright, I get it. What happens in fight club, stays in fight club.”

“Ah, she has watched the movie.”

“Yes, I have.” Aisha smiles at Rachel.

Two Weeks Later:
Rachel looks out at the store, just before she was set to open it. She hired a few extra people to come in to help her organize everyone. Aisha also stopped in to help and built up store credit with her, instead of accepting the money she was willing to pay her.

She walks over to the front door and opens it. A smile appears on her face as several people walk into the building.

“Welcome to Diablo Chopper Supply.”