He frowned. "His own men?"
"That's what it looks like." Elling looked behind him as Joel walked into the hallway. "He can tell you more."
He dipped his chin at Elling, excusing him. Then, he motioned for Joel to walk back to the meeting room with him. If Blue took out the shooter, it helped Slag's position. It meant the leader was scared of Slag coming after them. It was a shitstorm, but one he hoped showed a sign of allegiance.
Blue rather have Moroad come after them than Slag, and if that was the case, things were looking up.
Roar walked back into the meeting room and eased himself down into the chair, grateful to get off his leg. "Call the officers in. Joel, you stay here and tell them what you know."
If they could stop Blue from handing money over to Moroad Motorcycle Club, it would be a heavy burden on the other MC. Their infrastructure would weaken. Their power inside the prison would wane.
In return, the activity usually centered around the Seattle Chapter would move to the Portland Chapter. Right where he wanted.