84 The Message

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