Category : Stories

Sub Category : Thriller

The smoking embers of the Joker's Wild weren't enough to draw Joker J out of hiding. Sat alone in a private penthouse which he "rented" from the now-deceased owner, he began to feel a slight sense of unease - a feeling very unfamiliar to him.

Candy had betrayed him, and is now wrecking his plans wherever she can. Viga was nowhere to be found. The club had been destroyed.

It seems this war is going to take longer than he anticipated. He wanted Jordan killed sooner than this. This wasn't supposed to take this long!

He sighed, and surveyed the situation. The club was destroyed. No club meant no income. No income meant no bribery. No bribery put him at risk - there would be nothing he could do to prevent any court finding him legally sane and giving him the death penalty. He'd been meaning to avoid that for a long time...but he wasn't afraid to die.

Right now, he wasn't afraid of anything. So why is he feeling uneasy?...

He slammed his fist on the desk. He was going to win this war. Station Square will be HIS criminal empire. Jordan and his pathetic Order will die!

He picked up the phone, and started to dial a number...

~~~~~

Somewhere, in the deepest corners of the Eggman Empire, a black gloved hand reached to a phone and answered.

"Who is this?"

"Lien-da?"

She froze. She recognised the cold voice coming from the phone. Shaking off the feeling, she smirked.

"I take it this is the clown of Station Square."

"And as you've already guessed, I need you for a favour."

"Yes - I've heard about your little...skirmish with the Order of Chaos. What - want little old me to sort things out?"

"I want Jordan dead. You have one hour. Otherwise, I'm coming for you."