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Beck trailed a few paces behind Maja, taking the opportunity to fill Dylan in on the news that Cynthia, the woman imprisoned on

the island, was still alive. Dylan's expression was a mix of surprise and concern as he rasped a warning.

"Keep a close eye on her."

By 'her’, he meant Maja.

"Don't worry, Dylan," Beck reassured, waving him off before hastening to catch up with Maja.

The man standing beside Dylan crossed his arms, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Is she really your sister?"

The awkward tension between the two was far from familial.

Dylan let out a sigh, considering his own checkered past. The fact that she wasn't cursing him out was a stroke of luck in itself.

"The Olsons really don't care about what's on that island?"

The man beside him was Abner, who had also caught wind of the secrets buried on the island through his collaboration with the

Sanders.

His eyes narrowed, a shadow passing over them.

"I'm not as ambitious."

"But you've got people to protect, haven't you? You've seen the laboratories on that island. No one knows what they're

someone you care about. The Olsons have a

naturally target your

next victim of this poison

it harbored international contraband pills. With ongoing research, the fear

those illegal

to uncover

by this argument, leaning back casually against the

Olsons will continue to provide firepower support,

all Dylan

reached out a hand, his face breaking into a

woman under your protection must be

clawed his way to power over the bones of others. Yet,

different side

texts from a certain lady brought out Abner's brighter

Abner was named, those who did

face twitched with

underground chamber by helicopter.

through the area. The chamber was heavily guarded, layers of security

the sight of the charred

attempts had been made, yet remnants of the destruction littered the

War was brutal.

now silenced

a deep breath

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