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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.

with certain folks at the base, it was only natural to have a

kid was stubborn; he wouldn't bend unless he was thoroughly

they had to

and lan, and

existence of the Holy Daughter had always been

brought back by the Holy Daughter, but

drifted toward the horizon, and his thoughts trailed off to

in the day within the BK organization, he'd thought Cynthia held him in high regard and would groom him to be

her approval, always going the

aware of

no love for overly

dissect these creatures, and displayed their remains prominently -as if they were

joined BK, he wasn’t used to it at all, so he was always schemed

her own troubles, because she

perhaps she hadn't brought him back intentionally, and that it may have been

obligation.

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

the mantle of BK leader so

could never be just another face in the

dissected animals hung in the sun,

to dissect; it

him, so

used this to do

brandished the scalpel with

cat, who was nurtured within