Everything SOA related belongs to Kurt Sutter and FX. I only claim the ownership of Kalissa and everything else that you haven't seen/ heard on TV.

First of all I'd like to assure everyone who's reading my other story, that it is far from complete. Also I'm already working on the next chapter, but it needs a bit more brainstorming for it to be uploaded. So as I'm struggling with that, I thought I'd try my hand on a one-shot that might develop into something more. Will see. :)

The main character of this story is a lot like Ashley from my other fic, but when Ash is like a lion, meaning she's not afraid to do or to say whatever and afterwards take claim of it, Kalissa, the heroine of this story is more like a clever fox, and she's in town for a reason no-one could even begin to suspect.

"Great, this town is all about luxury," she mumbled under her breath with irony, looking around in a room, obviously trying to present every color-variation of brown they could think of.

"Hi, miss. Sorry you had to wait," the short girl with glasses apologized, barely capable of looking at Kalissa over the edge of her desk.

"That's okay, I'm hoping you have a room I could rent for a day or so," she said with a dashing smile, that could put Oscar winners into shame.

"We might have just one," the girl started scrolling around in her computer, "oh, there's actually two… 202 and 209. I'd recommend 202, it has a better view than..."

"209," Kalissa cut her off almost too frenetically. Trying to redeem her nonchalant appearance, she slowly rested her elbows on the counter and smiled at the girl politely, "I don't like the morning sun."

Nice save, Kalissa thought, high-fiving herself mentaly.

"May I have your ID, miss" the girl looked at her over her glasses.

"Sure thing," Lissa handed over her passport. It was a Friday, the sun was shining and everything so far had gone perfectly. She had been a bit on edge about crossing the Mexican border with all those weapons and ammo, but no-one searched her car. After all she was just an American college girl, returning from the spring break. At least those were the facts that her fake ID and appearance were trying to present. Actually she wasn't even fully American, nor was she an easy-going party-girl. What she was, was a woman on a mission.

"Here's your key, room 209 is that way," the girl pointed to the stairway.

"Thanks,"Kalissa took the key and her passport from the counter and gave the girl one last friendly smile.

"Have a nice stay, Miss Jones" the receptionist called out to Kalissa when she had already turned her back to her. Finally she could put that annoying dumb happy-face on a rest. She rolled her eyes on the name she had on the passport 'Kalissa Jones', according to Jo that was a perfect last name for a regular girl. In Kalissa's mind that name sounded just like something a serial killer would use as a disguise. Well thinking of it that way, it actually suited her quite well.

Kalissa didn't exactly consider herself to be a serial killer, but the matter of fact was, that she was here for one reason and one reason only. To kill the guy who cold-bloodedly murdered her father ten years ago. She was 16 back then, when the guys on motorcycles barged in to their small suburban home in Oregon. Her father had yelled at her to hide and so she did. Kalissa hid behind the basement door and through the keyhole she had the perfect view on everything that went on in the living room. The guys with SOA cuts yelled at his father to hand it over. Never clarifying exactly what that infamous 'it' was. But her father refused and pulled out his gun and fired at one of the intruders. He missed and a bit younger looking guy whose face she couldn't see at that point put his gun against her father's head and without a moment of hesitation pulled the trigger.

Her emotional breakdown erased all the following memories from that night. With the exception of the clear picture in her head of the killer's seemingly black eyes and merciless face.

Kalissa got to her room, without bothering to even check it out, she moved to the window. It was positioned just the way it was supposed to, according to the city plan. She had done her research, on the town, on Sons of Anarchy and on Happy Lowman. With a target so heavily armed, as in weapons and guys as big and mean as he himself, there was no way of just walking in there to get a clear shot. Well there might have been, but in all those cases she would not have found her way out afterwards. And all in all she was not a suicide bomber, nor did she plan on spending the rest of her life in jail because of some asshole, who well deserved his faith.

She flipped open the cover of her suitcase. Under all of her clothes was laying the perfect sniper gun she had paid good money for. Also it was the reason she had spent half a year in Mexico… You couldn't just get a gun like that, without learning how to use it. After all she had only one chance to take the perfect shot, before all hell broke loose. And as they say, only practice makes perfect.

Waiting for it to get dark, she made preparations. The gun needed to be set up well before it was time to find out, what exactly it was capable of. Or what she was capable of. Looking through the lenses, she had the perfect close-up to the Teller-Morrow parking-lot. She could see a dozen bikes lined up, girls with all too short and tight clothes running around and also a few guys with Reapers on their back. Happy on the other hand was nowhere to be seen.

"Enjoy your last day on earth, bastard," she said out loud, realizing that finally she had it all set up. The taste of revenge was already lingering on her tongue.

Waiting for time to pass, she laid on the floor, watching the ceiling fan spin around. It also helped to calm down her vibrating pulse. "You want this, you need this," she assured herself.

Once it was already noticeably dark outside, she rose and peered through the lenses. The whole area was buzzing with people. Sorry, that I'm not sorry about ruining your party, she thought, searching around in the crowd.

Finally she spotted Tig, his curly black hair was unmistakable, and where there was Tig, Happy was usually near. As Kalissa moved the gun a little, she stumbled on her target. He was just taking off his shirt, while stepping into the boxing ring. Watching him, she felt her heart skip a beat. He eventually stood still waiting for the other guy to get in. It was the perfect opportunity. Kalissa wanted to see those black cold eyes, but he had just turned around, so that he was now standing with his back to her. But there was no time to waste, she might not get such a clear shot again. It was now or never, so she aimed for his heart.

A finger on the trigger, she was ready to take the shot and end that miserable chapter in her life. All of the shit she had done to get to this point would soon be behind her and he would be no more. "This is for you, dad, I lo… what," she stopped in the middle of her little speech, pulling her head away for a second. She looked again, he had turned around right before she was planning on firing. The small key hanging from a silver chain around his neck, was more than familiar. It was hers. It had been her father's gift to her and one day that key just disappeared into thin air.

"Fuck," she muttered out loud through gritted teeth.

There was no way of getting it back, once he was dead and surrounded by outraged bikers. She sat down next to her gun and rested her head on her knees. She needed the key more than she needed to see him die at that exact moment.

Kalissa knew, what she had to do. Turning her suitcase upside down, she searched for the perfect outfit. The one, that said she was as naive and defenseless, as they came. That could work, she picked out a white sundress and topped it off with a black lacey cardigan.

After pulling free the hairclip holding her light-brown wavy hair in bun on top of her head and putting on some blush and red lipstick, she was ready to go get closer to the bunch of guys, whose radar she had tried so vigorously to stay off of.

Quickly packing her illegal stuff away, she locked the door behind her. Passing the receptionist on her way outside, she gave her a casual smile. As it turns out it wasn't a simple one-day visit anymore, meaning she needed to hold up the facade. She sat inside her car, trying to come up with a plan, when it hit her. The car… Teller-Morrow was full of mechanics, surely one of them would come out and help the damsel in distress blocking their driveway.

She had just reached the gates, when she halted the car, and quickly went out to 'look' under the hood. By pretending to look for the problem, she actually managed to cut through some cords and splash water on the steaming hot engine, for it to create a smoke cloud above her head.

Just like clockwork a man in SAMCRO cut reached her.
"Looks like your car knows, where to lay down its roots," a guy she already knew by researching all of them said, stopping to stand next to her.

"You think?" she gave him a small chuckle, "this oldie is driving me nuts."

"Hey, I'm Juice by the way," he held out his hand to her.

Shaking it, while smiling at him, she replied "Kalissa."

"So Juice, do you know what time this automotive repairs place opens tomorrow?" she asked reading the big sign behind him.

"Eeh, tomorrow might be a bit problematic," Juice turned his head to look at the wild party that had overtaken the whole parking lot.

"But I'll let someone toe it in, and then I'll take your information, and we'll give you a call, when it's ready. But only if you'll have a drink with me," Juice held out his hand to her.

"I don't know, I'm new in town, don't really know anybody here, maybe I should just walk back," Kalissa eyed him cautiously.

"You already know me and I promise, you'll have a good time here, even if just for a little while," he said with a goofy smile.

Oh yes, you don't even have clue of how well I know you, Juan Carlos, she smiled and raised her shoulders a little. "Well okay, one drink," she agreed shyily.

Walking towards the club house, she didn't really listen to what Juice was rambling about. Kalissa guessed he was introducing people and places to her. Not that she needed any introduction. She already knew everything about SAMCRO. With giving out those occasional small smiles, she thought about how easy it had been to get inside the enemy lines.

"I'll be right back," Juice left her standing there in the middle of a room packed with curious eyes in black leather. She took a step back only to pump into someone. Quickly twirling around, she was standing in front of Happy. By the look on his face, he didn't seem to be exactly happy about someone literally stepping on his toes.