Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie reached out and clasped Colby's hand.

Colby might have looked indifferent on the outside, but deep down, he was all heart.

The staff they had just encountered must have been with Colby for quite some time.

Whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes was playing dirty, aiming to make them crumble by watching their own people end up behind bars, one by one. "I'm okay."

Colby's voice was low and steady. He tightened his grip on Sophie's hand and said, "Let's check the back room."

Sophie nodded.

The back room was a mess, littered with cigarette butts and filled with lingering smoke.

Sophie had seen these machines before in Summerfield.

She recalled when Odie had taken her to a construction site, boasting about building a den of sin.

After a moment of silence, Sophie said, "Looks like Odie's got his hands all over this."

In Summerfield, nothing moved without Odie's say-so, including these machines making their way to Devonport.

Colby gestured to the people outside, "Take everything to the station."

"Yes, sir!"

say this place has been open for at least a month. That means, even before we went abroad, someone had

felt a gnawing sense

nose by someone who had them

dockworkers were moving crates from the cargo ship to

crate was delivered, the foreman pointed at it, "Open it up

wary glances before

a look, one of the workers

"Don't..."

there was a smashed device and a severed

took off his cap, looking utterly out of

contrast to his

demeanor. Content belongvele

Who's

voice carried

spare me..." the foreman begged. "I swear, I don't know

"Not talking?"

sneered, "Guess it's time for you

"Wait!"