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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.

folks at the base, it was only natural

unless he was thoroughly convinced. Only

they had to take him

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existence of the Holy Daughter had always been

been brought back by the Holy Daughter, but

and his

BK organization, he'd thought Cynthia held him in high regard and would

tirelessly for her approval, always

he was aware of his difference from the

no love for overly cute things, like

would dissect these creatures, and displayed their remains

used to it at

Cynthia was entangled in her own

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

obligation.

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had asked him one day, with disbelief written

leader

BK's Holy Daughter, she could never

animals hung in the sun,

one had taught him how to dissect; it seemed an innate

thought Cynthia would praise him, so

this to do

the scalpel

dissected was a cat, who was nurtured