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6:27 pm – Gotham (Daphne and Jake's house)

Sanlan was sitting on the armchair inches away from Daphne's unconscious figure. He was reading her diary with an intense look on his face. He was so engrossed in it that when his mobile rang he was momentarily startled and stood up suddenly, allowing the diary to slide off his lap and onto the bare floor.

"This is Sanlan"

"Sanlan… We've got a teeny weeny little problem"

"How teeny?" He asked grimly

"You remember Jake right?"

"Of course… But he's in Tokyo"

"Not for long. His plans have changed and he'll be reaching in a couple of hours…I just wanted to give you the heads-up so you can throw out the body or whatever… "

"There won't be a body now… There will be two! But I want to torture them first." He stood up and started pacing the room wearing an evil dreamy look. "Make them suffer. Make them plead- No… Make them beg me"

"Ooookay… um… what are you talking about?"

"I'll tell you when I get back to the layer, Sara"

"Okay… But what about Jake, he might get too snoopy"

"Well… I could have just a little fun today. Nothing fancy; that would take too much time. But it still has to be classy…"

7:45 pm – Gotham

As soon as the jet landed, Jake tried calling his sister again, but it was no use. He took a hover taxi home. After paying the driver generously, Jake walked up the driveway and saw a car parked nearby which, he thought, was strange, considering that he lived in an almost completely deserted place a couple of miles out of town. He told himself not to get paranoid, and disregarded this. So, he walked on and found the door unlocked. Entering the sitting room, he saw it was trashed. The couch was turned over. The blue flower vase, usually on the metal safe, lay on the floor in pieces. And sticking out from underneath the battered armchair was Daphne's leather diary. Despite being the messy queen of klutzes she was, Jake knew his sister would never leave her diary lying around like that.

"Daphne" Jake called out. No answer. A frown creased his handsome features. He searched the rest of the house, but found nothing. Then, he returned to the sitting room and remembered the diary. He picked it up, flipped it open and read the first page that appeared:

21th December 2041

Today I have resigned from sector 15. It was unbelievably difficult for me to do so. But I have more pressing matters to take care of now. I have to hunt Sanlan down. Hunt him and make him pay for all the sorrow he has caused. For all the sick crimes he has committed. He will pay. And he will pay my way. The ruthlessness he has shown to mommy and daddy and all the other innocent victims will be matched by my own. I will-

Jake was distracted by a commotion outside. It sounded like someone had dropped something heavy. There were footsteps thudding on the pavement outside and they were coming closer. Jake, still clutching his sister's diary, ducked behind the overturned couch just in time. The door opened revealing a plump yet muscular man with lime hair. The intruder entered with what looked like a grey box. Jake considered confronting him, but he was too curious and afraid of loosing all chances of knowing who that guy was and what he was doing there. The lime-head put the box in the middle of the room and left. Jake didn't move until he heard a hover car turned on. When he examined the box, he saw that it was made of metal from all the sides except for the top which was made of glass. He was sure it was glass and not transparent plastic because of the texture of the small scratched he found on top. Jake found this use of glass rather weird, since it was rather expensive those days. There were green numbers flashing on the left side of the box: 00:01:20 …. 00:01:19…. 00:01:18… It was a bomb, Jake realized. He couldn't run away since his hover car was in the workshop, and there was no way he could find a driver fast enough were he lived. His house was the only place around for miles, so he couldn't ask for help. He thought of calling the sector, but they wouldn't be able to reach fast enough. He couldn't even ask them how to diffuse the bomb because it looked like an old fashion one and that would take at least five minutes to study… Jake was down to one last option… Diffusing the bomb himself. He was not very good at diffusing bombs, but he had some experience that might have come in handy.

Although it was rather old technology, it seemed simple enough. Through the glass top, Jake could see two liquids. One was a greenish brown and the other was a pale orange. The liquids were separated by a partition that was connected to a hinge. 'Okay… I can't let the two liquids touch' Jake thought, 'but how? Ripping off the wrong wire could make it worse'

Judging by the size of the bomb, Jake was sure the blast would cover at least three quarters of a mile. He only had one other idea and not much more hope or time in case it failed.

00:00:35… 00:00:34…00:00:33…

He had no other choice but to try it…

A couple of seconds later, the house burst into rising flames. The sound of the explosion sent several sleeping sparrows on nearby trees flying off into the deep black sky…