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have your balls on a
plate."
    A murmur of
discomfort swept through J’s audience as they envisioned what he
had just mentioned.
    “What is it
you’re proposing then?” asked Jessica, staring at J.
    He licked his
lips. “What I’m proposing is rather simple. We, hurr- kill the
leader.”
    “You’re
insane!” someone called out from the fanatical crowd. Pretty much
everyone chuckled in disbelief in what J had just said.
    “You think?”
asked J, running his tongue along a set of nicotine-stained teeth,
“And our metal monster of a master isn’t?
    “Ha. Listen, if
we don’t sort this mess out now; our Jordan here,” he pointed at
Jordan and paused, as though waiting for acknowledgment that Jordan
was his name, “Won’t even be able to scrape a rupee from his nana.
She’ll be with the rest of them, hunting you down. Oh, and you all
will be hunted down. And he’ll let it happen. You’ll be this
season’s game. You’ll be the land’s scapegoat.”
    “If killing the
leader is so apparently simple, why haven’t you done it?” asked
Jordan, rubbing his monster of a nose.
    “Ha. What makes
you think I want to do it voluntarily?”
    “What do you
want?” asked Jessica. Another murmur of outrage tsunamied its way
through the room.
    “Hurr- the
land. The entirety.”
    A moment of
laughter took place in the room, during which, J pushed down the
organiser who was just about to get back up.
    “Mr... J,”
chucked Jordan, flicking his blonde hair to one side, “Seriously?
You want us to aid you in a mass revolution to put you in charge of
our land? Seriously? The biggest neo-terrorist in our land, and you
want to us just to step aside and let you take charge?”
    “Hurr- yeah.
What other choice have you got?” asked J, stepping back onto the
podium, “I urge you to take a leap of faith. Otherwise, you have
guaranteed annihilation, of both yourself and this land. And don’t
pretend you don’t. You know you do. I ask you. What have you got to
lose?”
    “Nothing will
be lost,” said Jordan, “If, your so called theory does become a
reality, you forgot to take into account that I can simply move to
a place of different hegemony.”
    “Ha!’ screamed
J, “Hegemony? You think by just moving out of the land to a place
of different jurisdiction, you can avoid what’s to come?
    “Sure, move to
Union. We all know how much they hate us. We all have to deal with
the crap they do every day. Hell, what would you do without Union?
Our land would have nothing to blame your mistakes on. I’m
surprised you haven’t laid the blame of Deimosgate on Union. Not
that anyone would have believed it, because no-one believed it the
last fifty million times you blamed Union for bad events. It’s got
to the point where people won’t even believe it when Union do
actually do something! For instance, flooding the market with
literal crap.
    “Listen to me.
And I advise you listen, very, carefully. If you can make it across
the wasteland, by all means, get to Union. It won’t make a shadow’s
worth of difference. They have problems of their own. Quite a lot
of them worse than what is going on here. Trust me. I’ve been
there.”
    Another chuckle
of disbelief echoed its way through the room. Jordan smugly laid
his head into his hands.
    “You’ve been to
Union. Right.” chuckled Jordan, “And Sugarcandy Mountain exists I
suppose yeah? Well I thank you for your generous proposition Mr J,
allow us all to consider it whilst you live behind bars. Enforcers,
take this loon away.”
    Everyone in the
room began nattering on the excitement that the land’s biggest
neo-terrorist had been caught. Jessica sighed. She had really hoped
that he’d be able to make a difference, instead of babbling on like
a loon. The Enforcers began their approach.
    The Enforcers
were nearly there when J cleared his throat in the microphone, “I
don’t think you want to be doing this.”
    The room froze.
The nattering stopped almost