Joker Hideout Novels & Stories

A rough, accented, rugged man nudged his companion. "The trick with people like that is showing them who is in charge. Besides, it's not like he has any idea of where to find us in the first place." He jumped off the crate he had been sitting on and spread his arms open wide. "This place is the perfect hideout. We've been conducting our business here for some time." The hideout was referred to as a remodeled warehouse positioned some ways away from the bustling city. Enough to be convenient but not too far away.

"He has a dozen safehouses. Penthouse suites at the Bellagio, the Wynn, the Venetian. Bunkers in the desert. We’re searching, but he’s good at disappearing when he wants to." I stood up, walking to the window. Outside, the lights of the city twinkled, oblivious to the war being fought in its gutters. "So be it," I snarled, slamming my fist on the table. "He wants to hide? Let him hide. It changes nothing. He broke the code."

Once they got there, they filled him in. "I checked her car, no gps. What's her cell number?" I.T. asked. Raine gave it to him. He entered it into his computer and a little while later gave them the news. "It's off now but the last cell tower it pinged off of is not good. The only thing in that location for miles is one warehouse." I.T. replied. "Whose warehouse?" Jax asked. “Well, it's not really a warehouse anymore, it's a clubhouse. Joker's MC clubhouse to be exact." I.T. replied.

“Want some apples?” Instead of replying to her question I gave her a smile that she thought was real. Jenny takes one and starts peeling it. Eventually, she handed me a plate of skinless fruit that was neatly sliced. The Head’s POV I entered my office through the secret passage that only me and my right hand Ver knows. This abandoned looking building from outside is my gang’s hideout and my sanctuary. But when you step in this three storey is designed full of equipment for their training. I don’t like imperfect pawns after all.

I would be back soon enough, but first I needed answers. I strolled down the hallway and out the front door, that, fortunately, someone had already replaced. Instead of following the paths that snaked out from the front of the property, I followed a less traveled trail that led around the side of the massive pack house. The males were being held in cells Zeke had constructed in an underground bunker behind the big house, at the back of the property. Theo had been particularly helpful with unmasking this hidden location. I was sure Zeke’s men were not as happy to be on the other side of the bars, but they had made their own beds.

He paced the room like a lion losing its mind, cursing, finally launching a chair into the wall with a guttural yell. “She was supposed to be SAFE!” he roared. Trenholm leaned over the war map. “We think we found the location. If his demands were real, if he's staging near Baja… there’s one place that fits.” He tapped the screen. An abandoned textile plant in Prince George’s County. Shuttered since ‘98. No security. No lights. But solid. Industrial. Untraceable. “Six floors,” Trenholm explained. “Steel framework. Concrete bones. Underground waste tunnels. The kind of place you can hide a woman, and the screams never echo outside.”

Trust me, you don't want to ever get involved with someone like him. I reached the building complex and the ten-storey building that covered twenty-five plots of land stared back at me. I went to the building's garage so that I could enter the hideout through a secret elevator that led to the base. The main building wasn't used for the hideout but an underground compartment was our hideout. The building was only a distraction, what lay below was our true base. I entered into the elevator and I waited for it to scan me. The elevator worked this way; if you were a normal visitor to Dr. H, it became a normal elevator but if you were a member of the Nine it would take you to our base.

[ Underground Hide-out ] Being a spy comes with thousands of consequences and responsibilities that do not even make sense, but unless you're been paid it's still a tough job. The hide-out was a secluded place for criminals to hide, especially the ones who worked for The Gracious, that's right, especially those ones. The hide-out was a dark room with scattered candles, holes in the ceiling, and a gut wrenching smell that came from killed rats in the corners. One would think that no one lived in this wretched place from the outside but it was only a facade, for safety. The spies were working on their laptops, eyes focused on their screens in the quiet room. The only sounds been heard was the

I smiled and looked at Alpha Jake, “Make sure that everyone was in position. I don’t know what will happen there but I want your and the other pack’s safety.” I told him and he nodded. “Yes, his highness. We will make sure to heathen security and place more patrol guards. The bunkers are ready just in case as well,” he replied, “We will take our leave then,” I said and turned around, leading everyone to my uncle’s den. Alpha Jake was right after all. His hideout was the private property that no one dared to enter. I guess he had found himself a good financer to be able to have that wealth. Yes, I think he’s rich. He won’t be able to pull anything if he isn’t.

The criminals were kind enough to cut the trees just to build their hideout, which to Zephaniah looked more like an abandoned house. Their headquarter had an ancient look in it. It’s painted with brown and metallic orange, intercepting one another as though they’re some kind of jokes Z found irksome. There wasn’t a single window, but there’s a trapdoor that’s camouflaged in the wall, at least she knew that much since one of the criminals she needed to hunt went out from there. Stuart pushed Zephaniah roughly, his shakiness gone. He then greeted the man with the same groggy voice he used when he cornered her.