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CH1180: Victims no more!
A black sedan car drove off the busy road into a quiet enough looking suburban neighbourhood. It drove down the street to an even more quiet one metre fenced relatively large bungalow.
A thin middle-aged man wearing thick framed glasses, which made him look like a harmless scholar, got out of the vehicle.
This was none other than the Jack of Spade.
His mouth flashed a sleazy smile before quickly disappearing.
He tried to compose himself as he walked through the fence gate and up the house, but anyone could see there was a spring in his step after stepping past the gate.
He knocked rhythmically on the door according to a predetermined pattern.
The door swung open to reveal a grim looking man behind it.
He was surprised and vigilant to see a stranger he didn't recognise.