Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 74 Shadows of Loyalty

Isabelle was kind of stumped for words. She just nodded and was like, “Yeah, got it.”

Feeling a bit awkward about what they were chatting about before, Isabelle was quick to switch things up. She was like, “Hey, I’ve got something to chat with Mr. Harris about.”

And Mr. Harris was calm about it, saying, “Sure thing, Miss Jenkins.”

Isabelle was like, “So, our spot in Blackwater got snagged recently, but we got it back a few days ago. I’m thinking of scouting out a new location. Could my crew crash into God’s Armament for a bit?”

George quickly glanced over at White Owl and the gang, then nodded without missing a beat.

“I reckon the spot next to God’s Armament could work just fine. Maybe we’ll end up being neighbours, watching each other’s backs down the line. So, I’m thinking, could I snag a piece of land there?” he proposed.

Dylan’s eyes widened. “That’s a mighty kind thought. Are you sure it’s all about looking out for each other and not just getting a sweet deal?”

George’s grin held steady, but he didn’t spill any more beans. White Owl and the crew exchanged knowing looks, piecing together that Isabelle was throwing them a lifeline. By bunking at God’s Armament temporarily and then setting up camp nearby, they’d be sending a clear message to troublemakers in Melfrey.

Then George came in with a curveball. “We’re all about talent at God’s Armament, especially folks like Miss Jenkins here. Instead of just being neighbours, how about joining our crew? You’d be part of the family, sharing both the ups and the downs.”

Did that mean they were being invited to join God’s Armament? White Owl and the gang turned to Isabelle, waiting for the scoop. For a mere group like theirs, getting actively recruited by God’s Armament was significant.

White Owl and his crew hesitated, their loyalty to their former boss, No Name, weighing heavy on their minds. How could they justify jumping ship to join God’s Armament in light of their past allegiance?

“It’s

“But here’s the thing. I’m used to calling the shots. Would Mr. Harris be willing

came through, granting the land next to God’s Armament to Blackwater. They got a sweet villa for their temporary digs and a boatload of workforce and

claim.

White Owl. “Spread the word that Blackwater’s on the hunt for new blood. Those who sign up will pocket 50 grand a month, with the real talents pulling in seventy

asked, “How many folks are we aiming

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charts, with loads of old members coming back into the fold just in time for the Duel

of setting up shop near God’s Armament, they figured spreading the word would reel in a tonne of

the merrier. If you can round up

Armament wouldn’t

such a

in Isabelle. But her sudden change in tack

got honest with them. “What if I told you I’ve got a score to settle with Dark

head. “You mean the big–shot assassin group, Dark Shadow?”

Yep.

Dark Shadow offed their old leader, No Name, and how they were itching for payback. But she held back. She didn’t want them to

were down to back her up, cool.

Shadow, but she wasn’t about to play with their emotions about No

pang of irony at White Owl’s words. After all, she

stuck around in Melfrey. You’d be back home, tilling the fields without a care. Our old boss, No Name, used to preach about loyalty being our bread and butter. And now that you’re calling the shots, your beef is our beef. Anyone who messes with you is messing with all of us,”