What had started out as an off the cuff suggestion, something Bishop hadn’t even thought about before the words had left his mouth, was becoming something more. Something that might actually allow them to feel as if they knew and trusted every single man and woman who wore a wolf patch on their backs. The MC was evolving and with it they needed to as well. No longer was it simply about survival, now it was about a brotherhood, a family. They didn’t need it to survive anymore, but did they need to remain the cobbled together family each one of them had created around themselves over the last three years?
That was a question to tackle for another day. The sun had barely been above the horizon for a few hours now and Bishop felt as if the ground he and Vic had covered was a whole days worth, no, a whole weeks worth of stuff. “I ain’t opposed to it meaning something else,” Bishop remarked as he moved back towards the forgotten pickup, ducking his head back underneath the hood. “If we don’t change with the times we’re bound to be left behind.” He added, knowing that Vic was likely just as aware of this fact as he was. Austin wasn’t a wasteland anymore. It wasn’t the old west come to life and they no longer needed to be modern day outlaws.
“Talking about interviews and shit can wait a little while, maybe after we’ve run the idea by everyone else that sits around the table.” His words were muffled, but could still be heard. “For now I’ll just sleep better knowing we’ve got a plan.” Bishop didn’t need to add “so that we don’t see another round of rogues appear” because he knew Vic was thinking the same thing.
After that the two fell back into silence after that, both no doubt mulling over the things they had talked about as they seamlessly worked to repair the truck and prepare for a long day of construction work.