*J* (the continuation)

Part Forty-Nine: Chapter 395: The Heat Is On

"Dude I'm not gonna make it... I'm feeling all fucked up," Mark says from the back seat.

"Shut up and let me think!" Tom shouts as he drives, trying his best not to panic. He manages to pull out his phone and dial two. Frost answers. "Sir we got them. They're passed out in the seat right now. But me and Mark are both shot. We can't get on no public transportation like this. We need to tend to these wounds but we don't know what to do with our passengers."

"One moment," Frost says and turns to Jason. "Sir they got them. But getting them out of Russia is... problematic. They're knocked out and the clowns are wounded."

Jason quickly starts thumbing through paperwork on his desk. The Penguin had a shipment of guns being shipped out of Russia tomorrow afternoon. "Tell them to get to the port in Inland. Put them in the shipping container marked MXY36278," Jason says. "The accommodations will suck, heh- heh, but we'll get them."

Frost relays the message to Tom. Tom confirms the information and writes down the shipping container number on the dash in his own blood. He hangs up and looks at Mark in the rearview mirror. His lips were turning white. "Ok man, we got a game plan. Boss wants us to take them to the port and get them into a shipping container headed to Gotham. Just hang in there a little bit longer."

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Ace comes through the door with Sasha to find the Joker pacing the floor. Alexis is rocking Jackson. The Joker's eyes whip to the door. He approaches Sasha and gives her a quick once over. "Are you ok?" He asks her.

"I'm fine J. Not zee first punch I take," she rubs her jaw.

"Does your car have any kind of tracking device?" The Joker asks.

"No. Not safe for Maxim. Devices easily hacked," she shakes her head.

"Do you have any leads whatsoever?" The Joker swallows.

"No," Sasha sighs, "I not even know vhat direction they leave."

"Maxim's men are on all the exits out of the country. Plains, trains, boats, all of it," the Joker tells her.

"I go help," Sasha says turning to leave.

"No no no," the Joker grabs her by the arm, "You've had enough excitement for one night. Ace, take her to the kitchen and put something frozen on that jaw," the Joker instructs.

"I vant to look for Jester," Sasha protests.

"Don't make me use force...sister," the Joker says with a cocked brow.

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"Are you still with me buddy?" Tom asks as he looks into the rearview mirror, "We're almost to the port," he tells him glancing down at his phone every so often for directions.

"Hurry up dude, I think I'm bleeding out," Mark moans.

"Keep holding pressure on it man," Tom urges as he turns into the port. He's met with huge wall to wall shipping containers stacked like bricks. "Fuck," he mumbles to himself with no clue how he was ever going to find one damn container in a mountained forest of them. But he didn't want to worry Mark. He looks over at Jester in the seat to make sure he was showing no signs of waking. That's when he saw the gun in his lap. He quickly reaches over and takes it. He notes that it's identical to the boss's gun. Guess the twins had matching guns too. "How fucking cute," Tom rolls his eyes. "Ok buddy, I want you to look for the letters MXY on these containers. Help me find it," Tom says giving Mark a task to help him focus on something besides bleeding to death.

"I-I can't," Mark moans.

"Yes you can! The sooner we find it the sooner we can get you fixed up! Then we hop a plane home and Mr. J will get you a doctor," Tom assures him, "now help me find MXY!"