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Phil lounged beside him on the deck chair; the glass cradled in his hand was not filled with red wine, but with the celebratory fizz of

champagne.

"Man, if it were me, I'd just blow the whole damn island."

Phil never was one for leaving loose ends, but he respected his brother's every decision.

They were twins, after all, and he'd grown accustomed to being his brother's shadow.

Taking a leisurely sip from the flute, he let the moment linger.

"What's the fun in that? Quentin's likely in there too. If he gets caught in the blast, the organization will be even more of a

headache."

Though the third Elder was captured, the other elders were still out and about.

These two stubborn old goats were in the sboat, and the elusive Quentin hiding out on Forbidden Island. That left only seven

elders on their side within the BK faction.

With a force as formidable as BK, if three elders were to gang up against him, it would be a significant nuisance.

So, if they could make it persuading Quentin to join forces, that was the move to make.

Besides, Quentin had a key partner in the research base.

His ultimate goal wasn't BK, but that very research base.

it was only natural to have

was thoroughly convinced. Only in that case could a real dialogue

to take

and lan, and the long-hidden Holy

existence of the Holy Daughter had always been a thorn

back by the Holy Daughter, but his fate

the horizon, and his thoughts

he'd thought Cynthia held him in high regard and would groom him to

approval,

was aware of

for overly cute things, like

would dissect these creatures, and displayed their remains prominently -as

to it at all, so he

entangled in her

back intentionally, and that it may have been a careless

obligation.

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dissect these animals?" Cynthia had asked him one day, with disbelief written all over her

mantle of BK leader so as to lead a normal

Holy Daughter, she could never be just another face in

animals hung in the sun, and their bodies were desiccated by

how to dissect; it seemed an innate

thought Cynthia would praise him, so he

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brandished the scalpel

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