A/N: Hey everybody! I'm back, and with a new chapter. I've been so busy lately but here I am with an all new chapter. Enjoy!


The man on the other side of the line gave a light laugh, a laugh that would burn into their memories to the grave.

"It's amazing how quickly things can change. Isn't it, Jack? One second you're in control of your show, the next it's mine."

Jack, Johnny, and Fisher were too frightened to talk.

"What's the matter, Jack? Cat got your tongue?"

Jack cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure and retake control of the situation. He hated it when he felt other people controlled him. He always had. Before and after his life had changed.

"Who's the kid, Mr. Fan?" he asked with a careful hint of authority.

The man laughed cynically. "Oh, come on now, Jack! That would spoil all the fun! Some mother out there must be so worried about their scared little boy. You do have the amazing Johnny Smith, don't you? Let's play a little hide and seek."

Jack's anger was slowly beginning to rise. John and Harrison Fisher were still a little shaken, but the situation began to settle in. This wasn't a bad dream or some kids playing a prank. It was reality. They all could hear it in his voice.

And that voice. It suddenly hit him and something within him just woke up from a long sleep. Fisher recognized this voice from some distant past. He tried to place a name on it but he couldn't. But he knew this man. He had to think. He had to remember…

And then it hit him.


A few miles away, it didn't take too long for Stillson to recognize the voice either. He knew exactly who it was, and the very though of him rattled his conscious. His mind began racing, questions jolting his train of thought back and forth. How? What Why?

Sonny's eyebrows rose a couple of inches at the sound of the voice. He also recognized it from before, but he hadn't placed it yet, unlike Stillson already did. Janus remained silent, looking over some files in an open folder. It was like nothing was happening. Of course, Stillson thought, he wouldn't understand what was going on or its significance. This was before he came.

No. This is not happening. It's a joke. A sick joke. Just like the Christmas party. Just like…

But he knew all too well this wasn't a joke. An old nightmare just resurfaced. An old problem, once thought solved, all of a sudden came roaring back. And he had to deal with it. Now.

Stillson had been able to sleep a lot easier when he thought he was dead. One less thing he had to worry about. There was already enough on his plate to deal with. Enough problems and obstacles to deal with.

Truth was, this man could single handedly take down everything Stillson built. Tear it down like a house of cards. And he had made it no secret that that scared the hell out of him. This man had become a hazard he could no longer afford before. And he had been dealt with. One less skeleton in his closet.

Or so he thought.

Now here he was, and he better do something about it.

Janus looked up at Sonny first and then turned toward the congressman. He saw the alarm all over his face. A look of dread he had only seen when they had first met. It was a look that disgusted him more than anything in the world. And he hoped he never would have had to see that look again.

"What is it, Congressman?"

Stillson looked over at Janus. A mix of fright and anger brewed in his eyes. He said in a little above a whisper, "Kane."

Janus stared at him for a long second before looking down again. He closed his file and placed it to the side. He checked to make sure the divider between was raised and that the driver couldn't hear a word they were saying?

"Judas Kane?"

Stillson nodded weakly.

Janus had only heard the name once, and that was during a meeting with Jake Traux right before he met Stillson for the first time. The subject had risen near the end of the discussion. He was supposedly a quiet but an extremely powerful force in politics in Maine for a while. Traux was uneasy at the mention of his name. All he had said was that Kane played a pivotal role in Stillson's election. He didn't say anymore and he changed the subject.

Beyond that Janus knew nothing. But he was going to find out real soon.

The exchange on WPOV continued to heat up over the air waves.


"Don't worry the kid's fine. But that can change in a hurry."

Johnny stepped in. "What do you want?"

The man on the other end paused for dramatic effect, watching his yo-yo silently go up and down, thrusting it as he pleased. He loved yo-yo's ever since he was a kid. He was fascinated by them. When a situation seemed completely out of control or when he felt panicked or overwhelmed, a yo-yo in his hand gave him the peace of mind he needed to take control of any situation. He was famous around his colleagues because in every major meeting or just about anywhere he went, he would always have that yo-yo.

"Justice," he finally answered.

Fischer then leaned forward. "Jude?"

"It's about time, Harry. I was worried you forgot all about me." Judas Kane snapped in a scowl.

Fisher was stunned. "But we thought you were…"

"Dead?" Kane finished. "Surprise, surprise. I thought you would know me better than that, Harry."


"Roscoe!" Walt yelled as he snatched his jacket and radio and began to almost jog to the door. "We're leaving. Let's go!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Roscoe replied as he trailed behind him trying to keep up. The police station, moments before calm and operating smoothly, now was buzzing with a flurry of activity. Walt had already barked orders left and right before preparing to leave, demanding answers to who Judas Kane is, where he lived, if he had any family, and who the kidnapped child might be and where his or her parents are. The works.

And he wanted those answers now.

Walt rushed out the door, a fumbling Roscoe right behind him. The first thing he noticed was the storm beginning to gather on the distant horizon, threatening an up till now perfect day.


Janus knew time wasn't his friend right now. But he had dealt with worse than this before. If he was going to solve this, he needed answers and he needed them now.

"Congressman, I need you to tell me everything you know about Judas Kane."

Stillson was still trying to put himself together. "He, uh… he came to us early on in the campaign. He just showed up saying he could guarantee a win come election night. He was one of Fisher's top advisors during his early days. He wanted to see him crash and burn.

"I knew we could use the help so I asked him how much he wanted. He didn't want any money. Only thing he wanted was access to our files and he would give us everything we needed to beat Fisher, no contest."

Janus sighed. "And you agreed."

Stillson could sense the anger in his voice. "Yes. I knew there were risks but-"

"You showed him everything?"

"No, no." still quickly answered shaking his head. "I only showed him what he needed to see. But…"

"But what?" Janus pressed.

Stillson looked down at the floor of the limo. "He found a way to dig deeper. I don't know how, but he did. Behind our backs."

There was a pause. Janus leaned forward, coming just inches away from Stillson. "How much does he know?"

Stillson looked up and into Janus's eyes. "Everything."

Janus paused. "What did you do about it?"

Stillson continued. "Long story short, I knew he had to be dealt with. Quickly, quietly. He was low profile so it wouldn't be too hard. I knew we couldn't talk to him, so shortly after the election we…"

He didn't need to say anymore. Janus knew what happened. Stillson ordered his execution. Everyone thought he was dead. But something happened and went wrong. And here he was.

Now they had to finish the job.

Sonny finally said. "Let me handle this. I can-"

"I'll handle this, Mr. Elliman," Janus said bluntly. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" Elliman asked.

Janus gave him a cold stare. Elliman was in no position to ask questions.

The phone rang twice before a man with a Russian accent answered flatly. "Serge."

"This is Janus."

There was a pause on the other side. "What do you need?"