"I don't know who you are, but if you are trying to kill him, I will follow without question." he said, trying not to break. Gamerz took pity on the man and allowed him to say his farewells. As he finished, he nodded appreciation and shakily stood., then followed Gamerz lead. Joker sat reclined in his cheap hotel room's only chair. Its soft cotton fiber was very relaxing, regarding his recent ordeals. His comfort was short lived however, as he read the contents of his recently decoded datapad. Various bungie projects filled it, most of them sickened him. A picture of one of the test subjects made him run to the cheap bathroom and vomit. The use-stained bowl washed clean with a flush. Joker stepped from the bathroom. His face fest a bit raw from the towel he used to wipe the vomit from his face, but he felt cleaner. Joker looked around in the room, something was off. The light had been turned off. Across the room, the door crept slowly back and forth in the wind, but all attention was focused on the chair. A dark figure sat, staring at joker. "What do you want?" He half yelled, trying to scare the intruder away. The figure stood up and walked toward Joker. The light from the bathroom shone on Gamerz face and Joker realized he had been holding his breath. He exhaled in relief. "Damn, I thought you were someone else." he said. "Still, why are you here?" Gamerz edged toward him until she was within arm reach. "Business" She said, then slammed a lamp against his head. Joker fell into a void of blackness.