"Sir," Tom says into his phone with Frost on the other end, "Mark was able to get into the computer system. We found someone off the street who helped with translation. We killed them after it was done, so no loose ends. We're pretty sure they went to Warsaw, Poland sir. We're going to need more funds wired for the flight."
Back in Gotham Frost looks over at Jason who sat at his desk, teeth gnashed and listening. "Sir, they need more funds wired for plane tickets," he swallows, fully aware that Jason doesn't have any money. Sure, he'd borrowed some from the Penguin, but it had already been spent trying to hunt down Jester and Julia, among running the organization.
Out of nowhere Jasons hands slam down on the desk, "FUCK!!!" He screams. He didn't have any funds to send. But he needed Jester found so he could get his fucking money back. Jason attempts to calm himself and sweeps his hand over his head as he thinks. He looks up at Frost, "Give me the fucking phone," he extends his hand out. Frost relinquishes the phone. Jason pulls the phone to his ear, "You listen up, you're fucking career criminals, find a goddamn way to get your asses to Warsaw! How fucking hard is it to rob someone?!" And Jason hangs up the phone in sheer agitation.
Tom looks down at his phone in his hand knowing that the boss wasn't very happy. "He sending us money?" Mark asks him.
Tom shakes his head with a sigh, "No. He said to rob somebody."
"Man fuck that, we can just sit right here until he decides to quit playing games," Mark puts his hands behind his head and leans back into the headboard of his hotel bed.
"How many screws do you have loose upstairs you idiot?" Tom glares at him, "If the goddamn Joker tells you to do something, you fucking do it. You don't ask questions and you sure as hell don't disobey. The one rule, remember?"
"This is bullshit, the Joker is a fucking millionaire dude, I think he can afford a couple of plane tickets," Mark huffs.
"Well he ain't buying them. But if we don't get our asses to Warsaw we're dead men," Tom says.
"Ok, say we rob some schmuck and get to Warsaw...well what if when we get there Mr. Jester ain't there either?? We gotta keep on robbing and killing people till we find the son of a bitch??" Mark wonders.
"It appears that's the predicament we're in, yeah," Tom nods.
"I didn't sign up for this shit," Mark frowns.
"Oh you signed up for it alright. We both did the day we decided working for the Joker was a good idea," Tom frowns back.
"Don't mean we ain't got choices," Mark notes.
"Choices?" Tom looks at him like he's crazy, "Yeah we got choices. We can choose to do what the boss man says or defy him and surely die... probably slowly and painfully. You know damn well that son of a bitch has zero hang ups about killing us if we let him down. So as you can clearly see, the only choice is to get off our asses and find a way to get the Jester back to Gotham alive and well."
"I don't think I like those choices," Mark looks away.
"I don't either, but that's the damn hand we've been dealt, so what else can we do?" Tom shrugs.
Mark pulls out his gun and slams a clip in it, "Guess it's time to go do some criminal shit."
Tom nods and pulls his gun out to do the same, "Ask Google where the rich fuckers hang out in Prague."
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