Damon Fisher stood at the expansive windows of his penthouse, gazing out into the bright night of Dartford City. The night was alive with the hum of urban life down below but still Damon's mind was somewhere else. He was thinking of the various ways to move his plans along faster and how to sniff out the threat that is Leonardo Dubois. He was pulled out of his contemplation by the sudden ping of his encrypted communication system, a sleek, black touchscreen that laid on his desk a few feet away. He walked away from the window and tucked his tjoghts into the back of his head and approached the touchscreen with a measured pace. He frowned as he activated the device to reveal a message with the digital signature of the Jones Corporation. It bore the unmistakable digital signature of Helen Jones on the top of her message. The words written on the screen filled him with a chilling feeling of despair. *Your friend Lex Bronx is dead. And I am coming for the rest of you* *Helen Jo
Leonardo Dubois climbed the staircase of the Jones Family Mansion with lazy dragged out steps, his mind was still buzzing after his confrontation with Damon Fisher. The weight of his actions pressed upon him like an invisible load but he knew that every move he made had to be calculated to the last decimal because this was a life or death situation. Any small mistake might lead to disaster and the disaster was not going to affect him, it was going to affect everyone he loved.Reaching the landing, Leonardo turned down a familiar hallway lined with portraits of the Jones family most of which are long gone. Grandpa Jones, dead. Daddy Jones, dead. Momma Jones, dead. And he was determined not to let Helen join the list. He approached a door at the end of the corridor, a door he was all too familiar with by now.Leo raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.A moment passed before the door was swung open, revealing Helen Jones standing before him. She looking especially beautiful tha
Hazel sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, boxes half-filled all around her. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on posters of her favorite bands and dreamy landscapes. Her fingers traced absent patterns on the box she should be packing, but her mind wandered elsewhere to someone else.Leonardo Dubois.His name echoed like a song in her head. She'd first seen on that cool evening when he flagged down her car and she felt the connection they shared as members of the Divine Clan. Leo had a mysterious air that drew Hazel in. They'd exchanged a few words the night before when he came in to tell her that she had to be packed by mid morning the next day, she nodded sheepishly as she kept on wishing he would find another reason to keep talking to her.Since then, Leo filled her head and she had not been able to go back to sleep. She let her Imaginations run wild with him, sometimes in her thoughts he was a hero. Other times, a quiet confidant, listening to her deepe
"So he killed one of my subordinates?" Scar's voice boomed with anger as he referred the question at Damon. He was sitted cross legged on the floor facing away from from HS audience."Yes Lord, and not just any subordinate. This one was Lex Bronx who contributed a great deal to see you here today. And Leonardo Dubois killed him without remorse. Lex was a vital cog in our operations as he helped us hear things being whispered in the shadows and provided us with an inexhaustible supply of weapons and mercenaries" Damon said with an emotional voice as he knelt on the floor."Okay then, you're dismissed" Scar's voice boomed again and Damon looked up in shock."What do you mean I'm dismissed? Are you not going to do anything about his death? I thought you would be more affected than this?" Damon said as he rose to his feet."This is not the time to act Damon, this is the time to build. I expect you to go back to preparing our worshippers. The time to act will come soon and they all have to
Leo Dubois sat in his room in the hideout for him and Ross and sighed deeply as he let his thoughts predict their next movements and try to find out a solution to the mess they found themselves in.The ringing of the phone penetrated his thoughts and brought him out of his contemplation. Leo looked at his phone and it was an anonymous number that was calling him. He checked the time. It was late, to late to be receiving an call from an anonymous number."Leo Dubois," he answered, his voice steady and commanding."Leo, it's Kyrian," came the urgent voice of Kyrian on the other end. "We've got a problem."Leo's brow furrowed slightly with concern. Kyrian was not one to panic easily, which meant this was serious. He couldn't deal with more bad news not this late in the night. "What's going on, Kyrian?""It's Damon" Kyrian replied panicked to the core "He's found out about me. I think he knows because he just sent me a message telling me that he knew what I did and that he's coming for me
"How do you think he knew we were coming here" Leo asked in worry as he feared for the safety of every one under his charge. He wondered if the enemy knew all their locations and were just busting there time until they were ready to kill them all. "No, I think he followed us. That car over there looks like his own. He probably figured I'll call you for help and wanted to kill two birds with one stone" Kyrian replied as he stepped over the body of Damon. "Either way, we need to change locations again. Prevention better than cure and all that crap" Helen said with a sigh as she picked the gun."We'll have to send a message to Scar. Tell him that we've taken out his most important worshipper.. See if we can get into his head and influence his decisions with anger" Leo said with certainty.***Scar sat in his newly bought temple which Damon Fisher had purchased for him. Among Scar's faithful, none were more devoted than Damon Fisher. For years, Damon had executed Scar's will with unwa
Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. "You told Damon Fisher about our informant?" Leo's voice was low, laced with disbelief and a hint of betrayal. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched in restrained anger.Helen met his gaze with defiance, though beneath her steely facade, guilt simmered. "Yes, I did" she admitted, her voice tinged with regret but also with the weight of unresolved anger."He deserved to die, Kyrian played a part in my grandfather's death, Leo. You know what that means to me."Leo's nostrils flared slightly as he fought to contain his rising temper. "And you think this justifies jeopardizing everything we've worked for?" His
In the streets of Dartford, two people moved with determination. They wore dark cloaks fluttering in the wind behind them. These were Scar's loyal followers, Bjorn and Jessie. They were chasing Leo Dubois and Helen Jones because they had angered their god.Bjorn, his face showing grim determination, glanced at Jessie as they walked through the town."They won't get away," he said quietly but eagerly."Not after what they did to Damon Fisher," Jessie agreed with fiery eyes. Damon Fisher wasn't just a Scar follower; he spoke for their god. His death sparked a fury among Scar's followers, pushing them to seek revenge."They'll pay for killing Damon" Jessie vowed passionately. "Scar will punish them swiftly and harshly."As they moved through Dartford's busy streets, Bjorn and Jessie exchanged looks, confirming their mission. Scar's teachings gave them strong belief in their cause. Leo an Helen had killed a servant of Scar and every worshipper of the god was actively searching for the duo