Tyrone entered the club and walked past the doorman with a nod. He felt tired and just wanted to make the drops and get home. Something was bothering him, but he hadn't had a moment to figure out what it was. He passed through the club and disappeared through the door in the back, heading toward his office. At his office door he hesitated, a strange feeling coming over him.

Shaking it off, he unlocked the door and stepped inside the dark room, fumbling for the light. As the light turned on, the door shut behind him, causing his heart to skip a beat. He slowly turned around, reaching inside his tunic for his .45. 

"That won't do you any good," a low voice growled. Tyrone's eyes widened when he sees the source. It was coming from behind the mask of a dark figure completely covered in black with a black cape draped over his shoulders. He was leaning against the now closed door and as Tyrone's shocked expression turned to one of fear and anger, the figure stood to its full height. Still a bit shy of Tyrone's own stature but nonetheless intimidating and otherworldly.

"Wh-who are you?" Tyrone asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled his empty hand back out of his tunic. He had thought better of drawing his weapon.

"I am Father Time. You have nothing to fear from me if only you co-operate."

"What do you want?"

"I require information."

"Wh-what kind of information? I know nothing."

"Oh, but you do. And you will give it to me, because if you don't I will take it from you and it won't be pleasant for you. I may look like loads of fun, but I can assure you that I can be very, very unpleasant."

"You don look like loads of fun. You scared the sheet from me. What are you?"

"I am walking vengeance and redemption. That is all you need to know. I want to know about your boss. Everything. His address. When he sleeps. With whom he sleeps. Everything. You will tell me what I need to know and then you will forget that I was ever here and likely never see me again."

"I-I cannot tell you dees tings. Are you crazy?"

In one swift movement Father Time was standing toe to toe with the tall Jamaican man, having disarmed his weapon and grabbed him by the throat. His hand was vice-like as he lifted the taller man off of the floor about half an inch. Tyrone stared down at him, green eyes flashing fear and shock.

"I do not have any beef with you, Tyrone." he growled. "But do not test me. I could make you relive the torture I bestow upon you endlessly until you beg me to kill you. I see goodness in your black heart and I see a better path for you than that you have chosen. Give me the information I require and take the steps to free yourself of this life of crime and sorrow. I will be opening the door for you, very soon, and you will never need to look back."

He lowered the gasping man back onto his own feet and released him. Tyrone doubled over, his hand covering his throat as he choked the air back into his lungs. Where did this man come from? What was he? He believed what he said, for some reason, as far-fetched as it all sounded.

He straightened himself up and when he was able to speak his tone was respectful and compliant. "I will tell you what you want to know. If you plan to keel my boss, I don tink I would stand in de way. I always know he be getting pay for de tings he do."

He turned to his desk and wrote some things down on a notepad. Turning back toward the dark figure, he handed him the paper with a trembling hand.

"You are an honorable man. Your co-operation will be rewarded and you won't even remember co-operating. I hope you take the right steps when the time comes."

With that, he turned and disappeared out the office door leaving a slightly confused Jamaican man who couldn't remember exactly what he'd been doing, other than that he knew he needed to make the cash drops and go home. He had the sensation that something very important was slipping his mind but that was all.

Father Time moved swiftly to the back door and disappeared through it into the night where his car was waiting for him, still cloaked. He swung into the driver's seat and pulled the monitor down as he studied the paper Tyrone had given to him.

"Where to, sir?"

"Just drive out of here. Cruise toward home, please. I don't believe there is time to accomplish any more tonight."

"As you wish."

The information Tyrone had written down was just what he needed. Harley Chase had several homes and now he knew the addresses of each one and where he usually bedded down for the night. He also knew that the women he slept with were chosen at random and that sometimes he slept alone.

He would need to be patient and watch his target closely for a few nights before closing in. At the moment, he needed to return home and sleep. His time was always very limited but his missions important and infrequent. Carrying them out took the utmost precision and he was programmed for exactly that. Deep in thought he headed home.

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(A/N: I probably should have combined the last two chapters, as they were both too short. Oh well, please vote if you liked them!)