Doctors Froze as the Hells Angels Leader Opened His Jack The emergency room fell silent. Every doctor, every nurse froze in place as the automatic doors opened, and Marcus Dequa walked in, 6'4 of leather and Hell's Angels patches, his weathered face set with desperate urgency. But it wasn't his reputation that stopped them cold. It was what he carried cradled against his chest, wrapped in his bloodstained jacket. something small, something fighting for every breath. When he unwrapped the leather