Maya was forced to be locked in the holding area at Fort Burbank per her father's orders. She was bored, restless, frustrated, angry, heartbroken, you name it.
The sound of someone unlocking the door could be heard. It was Pierre, who opened the door and closed it immediately upon entering.
"Just thought I'd check in on you." Pierre said.
"Whoopie." Maya responded in a deadpan manner.
"So, you're Ivan's daughter? He hasn't told me much about you." Pierre said.
"I'm sure he has his reasons." Maya said.
"Funny, he told me that he was going to track down the toons who murdered his wife and kill them." Pierre said.
"Oh God..." Maya winced in disgust.
"I feel awful for Ivan, to be honest." Pierre said.
"Yeah, of course you do." Maya said.
"I can't imagine what it's like to lose a loved one." Pierre said.
"Why? Have you never lost people you loved before?" Maya asked.
"No, I have. First, it was my aunt, then my dad, then my brother, and finally, my uncle. It felt like a cycle that never seemed to end." Pierre said.
"Oh, you poor soul." Maya remarked sarcastically.
"I don't need your sympathy. I'm doing just fine." Pierre said defensively.
"I'm sure you are. I bet you love working here. Working for Ivan." Maya said.
"I've worked here for several years, and not once have I failed him. And I'm not about to start now." Pierre said.
"Well, it looks we have Pierre the boy scout." Maya mocked.
"Are you mocking me?" Pierre asked.
"I'm just saying that my father could be using you for all you know." Maya said.
"Be quiet! You don't know nothing! Not a damn thing!" Pierre snapped.
Maya smirked. "I finally found a way to push your buttons."
"Hmph!" Pierre said, scowling. He left the holding area, locking the door on the way out.
"Now that I got rid of him, all I have to do is find away to get out of this joint." Maya told no one. She then had the idea to climb out the window above her.
"Let's hope this works."
Maya quietly opened the window with all her might. She succeeded, and climbed out, landing on the ground. Granted, it was pouring rain out, and she didn't have an umbrella, but still, she was quite proud of herself.
"Alright, Maya, you've escaped. Now, all you have to do is go home and forget this ever happened. Easy peezy."
Maya got in her car, started it up, and drove away. She turned on her windshield wipers due to the rain.
Somewhere else in town, Ivan pulled up to a dark alley. He was on the phone with a guy who claimed to know where one of the toons who murdered Nancy was.
"So you're sure that he's in this area right now?" Ivan asked.
"Yes, he likes to take walks around alleys to clear his mind. He's been doing it for years."
"And you said his name was Marshall, correct?" Ivan asked.
"That's his name, don't wear it out!"
"Okay, thanks, Gregory. I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Ivan said.
"No problem. Let me know how it goes. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye." Ivan said, and hung up the phone. He got out of the car. "This better be worth it. I didn't go all the way down here for nothing."
Ivan walked into the alley. "Marshall? Oh, Marshall? Come out, come out wherever you are!"
"What do you want?" A voice asked in an annoyed tone. It was Marshall.
Ivan turned around. "Ah, perfect timing. You must be Marshall."
"Yeah, I'm Marshall. Now what do you want?" Marshall asked once again, demanding an answer.
"I came to pay you visit, that's all." Ivan said.
"People pay me visits all the time in my crappy apartment." Marshall said.
"I'm sure they do. Now it's my turn to ask you questions." Ivan said.
"Okay, sure, whatever." Marshall said, aloof.
"First of all, you're a toon, is that correct?" Ivan asked.
"Yeah, I'm a toon. Proud of it, too!" Marshall said.
"That leads into my next question. Are you aware you and your friends were exactly responsible for the death of Nancy Jacobson?" Ivan asked.
All of a sudden, Marshall felt like his life was flashing before his eyes. He had this look on his face that exuded fear and bitterness. "I think you'd better leave, mister."
"I'm going anywhere, Marshall! You killed my wife and now you're going to pay for it one way or another!" Ivan yelled.
"Please, I had no idea she was your wife! Besides, it was my friends' idea to get rid of her, I was just the leader!" Marshall begged.
"Sorry, son, but you're out of time." Ivan said without emotion.
"Please, don't kill me! Please!" Marshall pleaded with all his life.
Ivan ignored the toon's pleas and instead starting beating him up ruthlessly. He shoved him against the hard brick wall. The impact was so hard.
"How does it feel, punk?!" Ivan asked angrily.
Marshall, his face badly battered and bruised, managed to spit out, "You're...you're crazy..."
"You sound just like my daughter." Ivan said. He then grabbed Marshall by the back of his head and held on. "Any last words?"
"Hell will have a place for you sooner or later." Marshall sputtered.
"Oh, how unfortunate." Ivan said. He clenched his teeth and snapped Marshall's neck, killing him. His body was thrown on the ground.
Ivan, now panting and sweating, said "Rest in peace, Marshall. You and every other toon on the planet."
Hearing the sound of sirens, Ivan quickly walked to his car and drove away before the police came. When they did come, three officers saw Marshall's dead body laying on the ground, lifeless.
"Another toon bites the dust. I wonder who did it this time." One officer said.
"I have a feeling it was someone who we've tried to catch before." Another officer said.
"Jacobson?" Another officer asked.
"Yup." The first officer said. "I bet he was here right before we came."
"Let's go after him. He can't be too far." The second officer said.
The officers got back in their cars and drove off in the rain.
Meanwhile, Ivan, who was still driving, picked up his phone and called Gregory. It rang until it was answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Gregory, it's Ivan. I took care of Marshall." Ivan said.
"Good job, my man! Was it hard?"
"No, it wasn't hard at all. I mean, he begged with all his life for me not to expend him, but he was asking for it." Ivan said.
"Toons always get what's comin' to them to matter what."
"You got that right. Anyway, I'll see you around. Take care." Ivan said.
"Alright. Take care."
Ivan hung up his phone and put it away. "Maya's going to hate me for what I did, but I had no choice."
When Ivan got back to Fort Burbank, he went inside and walked up to Pierre.
"Hello, Pierre. How's Maya?" Ivan asked.
"She's hanging in there." Pierre said.
"Should we check on her again?" Ivan asked.
"Yeah, let's do that." Pierre said.
Ivan and Pierre walked to the holding area. The latter opened the door and became shocked to find out that Maya wasn't there.
"Maya's not here, sir!" Pierre said in a panic.
"Where the hell is she?!" Ivan asked also in a panic.
"I don't know! She must've escaped after I left. After all, there is a window that's fairly easy to climb out of." Pierre said.
"I knew we shouldn't have installed that damn window. Pierre, stay here. I'm gonna go out and find her." Ivan said.
"Good luck." Pierre said.
"Thanks." Ivan said. He walked away.