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Epilogue II: Justice

Jonas Cale was not a happy bunny. He'd phoned Gil and told him about the deal he'd been forced to make with his nephew. Needless to say, his partner wasn't pleased. They'd had a screaming match before Gil hung up, disgusted by the downturn in their profits represented by the shut down of their most lucrative products. Now, Jonas was downing his best scotch and feeling sorry for himself.

Why didn't I just pay up and get Junior back in the first place? So I'd lose the stealth drone, but we'd still have all our other projects. All I've done is give the boy power over me. My crippled bohemian journalist nephew controlling the future of the company I've worked so hard to develop. And he's cutting our sales in half! His father will be turning in his grave.

Of course, if anyone knew the real reason Logan was killed the company would be finished. I didn't want to do it, but he was so firmly against getting into military contracts. Besides, I needed to be the dominant influence on Junior, make sure he would become the CEO we needed in the future. Not that it paid off after the pulse happened.

The boy always did have too much of his mother in him. From the day he was born he had those big blue eyes. And as he grew up, he looked more like her every day. Perhaps that was why Logan couldn't bring himself to look at him after she died. I warned him not to marry Linda but he didn't listen. She was beneath him; a penniless musician. She used her beauty as a weapon, wheedling her way into his affections to land a rich husband so she'd never have to get a job and contribute to society. She was no better than a whore. Who was she to say no to me, when she would happily use her body to entrap my brother?

My brother. The great Logan Cale senior; creator of the Cale fortune. He thought his life was so perfect. Beautiful wife, two sons to inherit his empire, a wonderful daughter. I always wanted a daughter. Then Linda died and left him with three kids to look after. I offered to take them off his hands, bring them to live with us until he was ready to deal with them. But no. He wouldn't let his precious eldest leave his side. And he needed his siblings to keep him company.

Jonathon. A spoilt little brat without two braincells to rub together. Logan could never see past the fact that he was his firstborn son, and looked so like his father; ignoring the fact his second son was so much better. If he'd noticed Junior when he was a boy maybe he'd be running Cale Industries now. And I'd be retiring in the Caribbean with some unbelievably valuable stock.

Just then, Jonas heard the familiar whirring of a hoverdrone outside his window. He turned to look, squinting muzzily due to the massive amount of alcohol he'd consumed.

A red light shone in his face, causing him to blink heavily. He managed to focus, and recognised the outline of the second stealth drone.

"No!" he said, in disbelief, realising his partner had betrayed him.

When his bullet-ridden body crumpled to the floor ten seconds later, the half-full glass rolled from his nerveless fingers. He could only watch the golden liquid ooze onto the carpet and soak in as his world faded to black.

You can't say you haven't been waiting for it to happen. Tell me what you thought, anyway.