Chapter 72: JokerX
Adam’s eyes strayed to the spacious corridor that his companions had led him to. Deeper into the club’s interior was a dark mouth.
An open passageway. A weakness. A chilly comprehension took root in his abdomen. That was an additional point of entry. JokerX was not just a small-time gangster.
It was a nest, this club. A stronghold. How many more were there? Ten? Twenty? His calculations were impossible because the number was an unknown variable.
The number of people waiting in the wings was unknown to him. Once more, he had entered a situation without fully comprehending its implications. He was in danger of regaining the frustration he had just slapped out of himself.
He was still processing this tactical failure when the main gate he had entered through burst open.
Three men spilled into the room. They held handguns leveled and ready. Their eyes scanned the room filled with their dead comrades their faces hardening with grim purpose.
Behind them more figures crowded the doorway their shapes dark silhouettes against the faint light from outside. The club was being flooded.
Then he heard it from the other side of the large hall. The grinding sound of another heavy door sliding open. The sounds of heavy boots on the floor echoed from that direction.
These new arrivals were not armed with small handguns. He caught the glint of long barrels the distinct shape of automatic rifles. The stakes had just escalated dramatically.
A voice roared from behind the DJ counter. It was JokerX. He was still hiding but his voice was filled with a newfound confidence a venomous fury. "I’ll admit it! It was my mistake! I thought you were just a kid!" he screamed his voice echoing in the suddenly tense space. "But that mistake dies with you! I’m not letting you leave this place alive!"