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Jackson exhibits pathological and psychological tendencies that could be useful if cultivated. However, he also exhibits strong protective tendencies that if unchecked, could become a problem. Jackson is a sullen child and rarely speaks. His aggressive nature and need to protect the younger children speaks volumes to his countenance.

Nothing fazes Jackson. I’ve tried everything to break him. His strong constitution and deep-rooted anger for me does nothing to dimmish his pathological mind. I know he’s planning to kill me. I can see him working out the plausibility in his mind.

Jackson is an exceptional child and learns at a fast rate, a skill he inherited from his father. I can’t wait to start his real training as I cultivate him into the ruthless killer I know lies deep within. I also plan to introduce him to Lucy McLaren, as she will be instrumental in ensuring that as he grows, he’s able to control his sexual desires.

I can’t wait to see how he performs in the real world.

I have high hopes for him.

Update:May 26, 1995. That fucking bitch Amelia took him! I fucking warned Scott that she couldn’t be trusted. She was nothing more than a fucking useless inbred cunt, and I should have sent her off to Bianchi’s farm after she failed to give Scott what he most craved.

Sick fucking bastard.

Not only did that bitch take him, but she also fucking took off with two others.

Fuck! Stone is not going to be happy when he learns this. Greedy bastard has been looking for a way to oust me. He fucking hates taking orders from me.

Update:August 14, 2001. I found him! Jackson is alive and living at the Tennessee Chapter of the Golden Skulls. There is no way I can extract him without showing my hand. As it is, my sister’s son has already started putting the piecestogether. James knows William was responsible for Maxwell’s abduction and torture. Soon he will learn everything and come for me. I can’t let that happen.

Update:April 23, 2021. I was right. Jackson’s tendencies are unparalleled, even rivaling his father’s. The execution and control he maintained when killing Alexander Goldman was stunningly beautiful. The precision and strength he exhibited is a true testament to his psychopathic tendencies.

I must find a way to draw him out and bring him to heel.

Update:July 29, 2024: That son of a bitch Scott told Morpheus his son is alive. Morpheus is now hunting. FUCK!

Holy fucking shit!

Ravage was the bastard son oftheMorpheus, the president of the Brotherhood of Bastards. This was not fucking good. That motherfucking club was hands down 1%. They didn’t give a fuck about anything. They did what they wanted and fuck everyone else. The Soulless Sinners even steered clear of them, and more importantly, the Brotherhood of Bastards didn’t fucking recognize biker law or the fucking table.

They were ruthless.

Not thinking, I removed the comms from my ear, dropping it on the floor and stomping on it. I knew Danny contracted with the Brotherhood. They were one of his first clients. If Danny learned this shit, he would be obligated, contractually so, to inform Morpheus of Jackson’s whereabouts.

Unplugging the MicroDrive, I reached into my bag, grabbed the EMP I brought just in case Danny and I couldn’t get into the servers. Setting it in the middle of the server room, I set the timer for ten seconds.

Gathering my keyboard and the micro hard drive, I stuffed it into a faraday bag and taped it up. I might not have been able to save my computer, but by God I was going to save the MicroDrive. Looking around, I made sure I left nothing behind before activating the EMP, then hightailed it out the backdoor ofthe server room and prayed that when the dust settled, Reaper and the others would forgive me, because there was no fucking way I was going to allow anyone to see this information.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Sypher

July 25, 2024, apartment in New York City,

“What do you mean, he’s gone?”

“What I said,” Matthew Law growled. “Fucker was in the server room, and when I went to check on him, he was gone. He fucking wiped everything, Sypher. All the data is gone. Fucker set off an EMP. Everything within the building went dark, even our fucking phones. The FBI is losing their shit. They are using landlines to contact the fucking Hoover Building.”

“Where is the rest of the team?”

“As soon as the EMP went off, we fucking jetted. We’re holed up in one of our safe houses somewhere in bumfuck Georgia.”

“This will work,” I muttered, my head spinning with the possibilities. “Look, Law, I need you to find Ace fast. As soon as the FEDs learn what Ace did, they will issue warrants for your arrests, and when they can’t find you guys, it won’t be long before they come after me, Dante, and Phantom.”

“You need to give us time to find Ace.”

“We can give you a few weeks, but the second we hack into the Hoover Building, they will know it’s us, and if I’m correct, they won’t take us to the Hoover Building. They will take us straight to the off-site installation. Once I’m inside, that gives you a way in.”

“How so?”

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