Chapter 156 – Break-in
<strong>CHAPTER 156 - Break-in</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">It was the dead of night.
<span style="font-weight:400">The tournament building wasn’t exactly a paragon of security. It had been hastily built next to the Hunters’ property to host the event, and it looked more like an overgrown camping cabin than anything else. Rtively small and only containing a few rooms. A few windows, a rackety wooden door, but most important of all, absolutely no security or cameras. ording to Luca, a supervisor was supposed to stand guard the whole night, but they tended to bezy with their shifts by going home early. It was a perfect ce to break into, but the problem was that we had to do it and leave <em><span style="font-weight:400">no</em><span style="font-weight:400"> traces. We were <em><span style="font-weight:400">actually</em><span style="font-weight:400"> breaking thew here, and if I was found out, it’d put my entire rtionship with the Poketch Company in jeopardy.
<span style="font-weight:400">And yet, here I was.
<span style="font-weight:400">The n was simple. Have all of our flying types flying discreetly in the sky and warn us of <em><span style="font-weight:400">anyone</em><span style="font-weight:400"> approaching through the road or otherwise. There was only one lonely road to keep track of, so that’d be easy. Staravia, Talonme and <em><span style="font-weight:400">Magnezone</em><span style="font-weight:400"> were on top of things, and they weren’t easy to spot at night. Maeve and Justin were staying outside to stall if someone came, but we’d use the advanced warning to bail out as quick as possible, since they’d send us a text about it. Next up, we had Mira’s Haunter, who easily slipped through the walls of the building to let us know if anyone was inside. Surprisingly, he was behaving rather well. I supposed that ying catch was working wonders with him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Somehow.
<span style="font-weight:400">Luca’s Cutiefly had a different job than usual tonight. Instead of scanning for danger like usual, they were sticking closer by the Hunters’ mansion— not <em><span style="font-weight:400">too</em><span style="font-weight:400"> close. We could see their soft lights shining in the sky. Their goal was to signal <em><span style="font-weight:400">immediately</em><span style="font-weight:400"> if anyone ever got out of that mansion. Maeve and Justin would see it, text us, and we’d run away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can your Haunter be <em><span style="font-weight:400">any</em><span style="font-weight:400"> slower?” Luca hissed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let him be.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We can’t afford to waste time! Fucking call him over!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mira groaned in frustration. “Haunty! What are you doing in here? Don’t forget, <em><span style="font-weight:400">no poison</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The door slowly slid open, revealing the inside of the building. It was <em><span style="font-weight:400">pitch</em><span style="font-weight:400"> ck. Denzel took a tentative step forward, but Haunter reappeared in front of him and <em><span style="font-weight:400">screamed</em><span style="font-weight:400">. He yelled his guts out and would have fallen over if Louis hadn’t caught him. Haunter cackled and pulled out his tongue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“People could have heard that for miles,” Cecilia winced. “We need to hurry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is why it should have been that Arceus damned Fross,” Lucained.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She can’t control the cold yet, this is the best that we had,” I said. “Let’s go.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Haunter’s hand became more gaseous, and the key dropped inside of Mira’s hand. Pauline quickly found a light switch and turned it on.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good, good. No poison on the floors,” Mira smiled, recalling Haunter. “Now keep that Slowking of yours sharp and close the door.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Slowking sagely nodded, and the pink-haired girl winced. Right, she was a lot more used to telepathy than I was. Slowking was ourst line of defense. He’d use Hypnosis on any people that made it through, and then we would run away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay everyone, five minutes <em><span style="font-weight:400">maximum</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Split up, find wherever those Arceus damned schedules are, and we’re out. Pauline, I want you to turn off the lights. People from the outside can see if the lights in the lobby are on, so just keep it to singr rooms for now. There ain’t that much to look through, so be quick,” Luca ordered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t boss me around,” Pauline said with her arms crossed. He rolled his eyes and ignored her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This feels too easy…” I muttered. “Too smooth.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well stopining and get working,” he snapped. “Hop the counter and go through these drawers. Cecilia, help her out. Denzel, Louis, you’re with me. Justin keep an eye out, let’s go, let’s go, <em><span style="font-weight:400">let’s go!</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What about me?!” Mira asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s an annex room in the back. Go through there and see if you find anything suspicious. I’ll look in the two offices.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure thing! Oh, right, here’s Kadabra for you guys!” She said, looking at us. Kadabra appeared in a sh of red behind the counter and offered a stare that held little to no respect.
<span style="font-weight:400">I jumped over the counter and helped Cecilia up, then I started to sift through these drawers. We had to be careful about it too, because we had to leave <em><span style="font-weight:400">everything</em><span style="font-weight:400"> in the correct position and order we’d first seen it in. Thankfully, we had Slowking and Mira’s Kadabra to count on for that. Their incredible memories would serve us perfectly, and they seemed to get along… rtively fine, at least.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Files… files… more files,” I groaned. “This one’s no good. What about yours?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Schedules, but not for the supervisors on duty here. They’re for the tournament brackets,” she sighed. “A bunch of office supplies… pencils, calctors… nothing that we’re looking for.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I yelped when every single drawer opened and Kadabra levitated hundreds of pieces of paper, sorting through them in a sh. After around five seconds, he ced them back in the exact position they were in, leaving us with a single paper. Cecilia hesitantly grabbed it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is it. This is the schedule,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Pauline,e here! What time did you go lodge yourint again?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seven-thirty-ish,” she said.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Ish?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> This is <em><span style="font-weight:400">not</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the time for approximations!<em><span style="font-weight:400">”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No ish! Just seven thirty.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia traced her finger on the paper. “We’ve got him. Seven-thirty, that’s… Jerry Heo.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’ve got his name, now we can find his picture with enough dedication. Then, we find <em><span style="font-weight:400">him</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Let’s leave. I’ll go find Mira, you guys go find Luca,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">I jumped over the counter again and jogged to the annex room. The smell of cardboard invaded my nostrils as I stepped inside of the room. I saw Mira look through some papers through the pallet racking. Instead of the usual pouting I hade to expect, she actually looked like she was taking this seriously. Up until now, I believed that she still took this as a game, but I was d that the gravity of the situation had apparently sunk in for her. Kirlia stood by her side with her arms crossed, and they were mid-conversation.
<span style="font-weight:400">“...I mean, it’s kind of nice that this happened. It’s a practice run forter. If the rumors about Veilstone are true, I’m going to have to do some snooping— Grace! What’s up?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We found what we were looking for. Can Kirlia put everything back into ce?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yup. Go ahead,” she tapped her Kirlia’s head.
<span style="font-weight:400">The psychic type huffed and the papers all flew out of Mira’s hand, traveling to their respective boxes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anything interesting?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Information on past tourneys mostly. I wonder why they brought all of this here instead of keeping it in their permanent HQ.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe it just helps to have all of their previous info on hand. Let’s go—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia burst through the door. “Bad news! Someone’s exited the mansion and another person is walking down the road. We need to <em><span style="font-weight:400">leave</em><span style="font-weight:400">, we’re going through the fields! Luca’s Cutiefly are back and it seems <em><span style="font-weight:400">bad</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I grabbed Mira’s wrist and dragged her back inside of the lobby. We were almost all out of the door before Luca stopped.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m staying.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My face fell. “What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you <em><span style="font-weight:400">insane?</em><span style="font-weight:400">” Denzel hissed. “We—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m <em><span style="font-weight:400">staying</em><span style="font-weight:400">. They’re meeting in this Arceus damned office instead of the mansion for some reason and I won’t let the opportunity slip by. You guys leave. Go. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Go! </em><span style="font-weight:400">I’ll send you anything I get via text.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t evenprehend what happened before we were out of the building and running through Sceon’s field, away from the Hunters’ property. I didn’t know how long we ran for, but when we stopped, we were all back at the Pokemon Center.
<span style="font-weight:400">All of us except Luca.
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">Being poor when you had been rich in the past was hard.
<span style="font-weight:400">Luca Antonovich had grown up in Hotel Grand Lake that linked Pastoria, Sunyshore and Veilstone together. In fact, his parents <em><span style="font-weight:400">ran</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">He hadn’t seen them in two years.
<span style="font-weight:400">They’d kicked him out at fifteen for being a failure and he couldn’t exactly me them. Luca was sure that if he hadn’t done anything with his life and loafed around— akin to a king— they would have let him stick around. He would have been that embarrassing family member that everyone had. The one that had never done anything with his life, but was fun to have around. He’d been worse than that. Constantly bringing shame to his family, berating teachers when he failed, constantly getting into fights with the other guests’ kids, stealing from guests… and it had all culminated to that day when he’d set fire to a building.
<span style="font-weight:400">All for attention.
<span style="font-weight:400">He was sure that his little brother hadpletely reced him by now. He wasn’t needed anymore.
<span style="font-weight:400">Luca stopped himself fromughing. How incredible that he would think back to his old life in such a precarious position? He held his breath and satpletely still in a corner of the dark annex. His Cuties— his oldestpanions that he’d caught soon after leaving home— stood on his left shoulder. He motioned to them to go forward and signal to him whenever anyone stepped inside of the building.
<span style="font-weight:400">One singr question rang through his mind. One, why have the meeting <em><span style="font-weight:400">here? </em><span style="font-weight:400">Harry had been let in the mansion, so it couldn’t have been him. The risks involved in meeting in the tournament building were so immense… no… no they weren’t. Luca was sure that even if they had their eyes on them, no one ever thought they’d be brazen enough to break in. He froze when his two Cutiefly began to fly in unison, spelling out letters. It was incredible how fast the two of them could be.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">They are here. One woman, one man. No Pokemon or Pokeballs.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">He breathed out a sigh of relief. At least if he got caught, he’d be able to run away. His Cutiefly weren’t the best at fighting, but they were still <em><span style="font-weight:400">Pokemon</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">They areing</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">Luca sank deeper into the annex and ducked under arge cardboard box. The industrial lights came on with a <em><span style="font-weight:400">woosh</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and steps reverberated through the room. Luca considered grabbing his phone now and texting everything he heard live, but he knew he’d mess up if he did. Somehow, he would drop it, or he’d identally get it off silent. He was a fuck-up, and he knew better than to give himself the opportunity to make a mistake.
<span style="font-weight:400">“...you’ll have a great time here. Sceon’s fresh air is going to be great for your wife. She’s going to give birth to very healthy kids,” a woman said. She sounded young, but Luca wasn’t about to peek out to see who she was.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure, I’m sure,” the man said. “I hope you’ll take care of her when I have to leave though. You know how work is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, Jerry! You should just quit your job after the tournament. If you <em><span style="font-weight:400">right the ship</em><span style="font-weight:400"> and prove yourself useful, I’m sure that the Elder would be willing to make an exception and take you in.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Jerry.
<span style="font-weight:400">Jerry Heo.
<span style="font-weight:400">Holy <em><span style="font-weight:400">fuck</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Luca bit down on his tongue and sucked in air through the gap in his teeth. He heard the soothing Buzz of his Cutiefly and calmed down. If he could record this conversation and give it to the press… Luca bit the bullet and grabbed his phone to start recording.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re done with buttering me up with small talk, eh? I don’t want to join your family.” Jerry dryly said. “Why couldn’t we meet in your damned mansion. I hate doing this where I work. You''re lucky I was on security tonight, or we wouldn''t have been able to meet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The Elder would have disagreed. Where are the files?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Luca heard some paper rustling. If he had to guess, he was handing her information on Harry’s next opponent. They were still doing <em><span style="font-weight:400">some</em><span style="font-weight:400"> amount of rigging.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It didn’t disagree for that Harry kid.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“He!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">The woman hissed with barely contained rage. “You will address the Elder as <em><span style="font-weight:400">he</em><span style="font-weight:400"> if you know what’s good for you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus, Lisa. Are you threatening me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It is not a threat,” she said. “He is offended very easily.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was obviously a threat.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lisa Hunter and Jerry Heo were speaking to each other. This was <em><span style="font-weight:400">big</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Luca clenched at his heart to try to stop his heart from beating too quickly. For the next ten seconds, nothing was said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, I’m sorry,” Jerry audibly gulped. “But did you have to <em><span style="font-weight:400">kill</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Mr. Tyson? Just when we shut down that rigging story, it’s starting back up <em><span style="font-weight:400">again</em><span style="font-weight:400">. The business is <em><span style="font-weight:400">bleeding</em><span style="font-weight:400">, Lisa. We were promised big gains, and this is going terribly.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know much about your colleague’s unfortunate suicide, but he was the one that started this whole fucked up situation to begin with. I thought you could keep your people <em><span style="font-weight:400">under control</em><span style="font-weight:400">—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t keep my fucking <em><span style="font-weight:400">boss</em><span style="font-weight:400"> under control!” He snapped. “And <em><span style="font-weight:400">don’t</em><span style="font-weight:400"> pretend you can fool me with this suicide shit! You fucking idiots have no idea what you just did. You’re <em><span style="font-weight:400">so</em><span style="font-weight:400"> used to getting whatever you want that you just snap and go crazy when you don’t! The entire tournament’s in jeopardy now, and all your <em><span style="font-weight:400">precious</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Harry will get is a tainted win. At the end of the day, no one will care, and you <em><span style="font-weight:400">don’t want that,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> don’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lisa hesitated, stammering out a few words. “We have nothing to do with his death. And no, we do not want Harry to fail.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then leave things to me and tell your family to <em><span style="font-weight:400">stop</em><span style="font-weight:400"> fucking things up. This is already unsalvageable for BattleZone, but maybe we can save Harry’s image.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can’t juste to Sceon and tell us what to do, Jerry. The Elder will never take kindly to that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tell it— tell <em><span style="font-weight:400">him</em><span style="font-weight:400"> that if he keeps ordering <em><span style="font-weight:400">hits</em><span style="font-weight:400"> on employees that aren’t on board with his n, Harry Rodriguez will sink along with us. And his pals from Veilstone sure as hell won’t like <em><span style="font-weight:400">that</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Not when they’ve got their hands busy with all the inves—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do not <em><span style="font-weight:400">even utter</em><span style="font-weight:400"> those words, you imbecile! Do <em><span style="font-weight:400">not</em><span style="font-weight:400"> speak of Veilstone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s just us here—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shut. Up. If you only called me here toin about Robert’s <em><span style="font-weight:400">unfortunate death, </em><span style="font-weight:400">then I believe I have nothing left to say now that I’ve gotten the files.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait! This is important. I need to hear <em><span style="font-weight:400">your</em><span style="font-weight:400"> next steps. What did Harry and your uncle speak about during their meeting? I know you’re privy to a lot of information, so don’t pretend like you don’t know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That is Hunter only, I’m afraid,” Lisa said.<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“How do you expect me to work with you if you keep me in the dark?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your opportunity to be an equal partner passed you by when you let your boss expose our n by forcing Sally McCree to resign. Fucking hell… he was supposed to be on our side. What do we do now when Harry has to fight other trainers with five badges, hm? Do we just leave it to <em><span style="font-weight:400">chance?</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’ll make it to the top four, at least! And by the time he has to battle someone at his level, we’ll have figured something out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You better, or we’re throwing BattleZone under the bus,” she said. “We won’t settle for the top four. We want perfection. <em><span style="font-weight:400">All </em><span style="font-weight:400">of us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lisa—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shut it. It’s not like you even care, you and your friends here are the ones backstabbing yourpany and rigging the tournament for petty cash. Just figure something out, or <em><span style="font-weight:400">we will</em><span style="font-weight:400">. The Hunters don’t take too kindly to being restrained.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The man groaned. “Fine. Just… stop killing people.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lisa said with sarcasm so dry it could be mistaken for a desert. “Now go.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I need to lock up here—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Go. I will not say it twice. I’ll lock up for you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can’t—”
<span style="font-weight:400">The man stopped and Luca heard him run out of the room. He stopped recording and discreetly ced his phone back into his pocket. He had everything, now he just had to make it out— wait, <em><span style="font-weight:400">no!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> He had to send the video over <em><span style="font-weight:400">now!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Luca quickly grabbed his phone and—
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s a kid here, Lise.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Luca froze and felt a shiver run down his spine. There was <em><span style="font-weight:400">another woman in the annex</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Why hadn’t his Cutiefly spotted her?! He quickly scrambled to his feet and started to run, but a blotch of darkness traveled through the floor, blocking his path. From the abyss emerged an Umbreon. The dark type snarled at him, and he hesitantly stepped back. Its fur stood on end and dripped poison so acidic that it formed little pools on the wooden floor.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lane Hunter snatched his phone from his hands behind him, dropped it on the floor and smashed it with her foot.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus, today’s been a very bad day,” Lisa sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Where had that Umbreon even <em><span style="font-weight:400">been? </em><span style="font-weight:400">How had it hidden its trainer?
<span style="font-weight:400">“D—Draining Kiss!” Luca stammered.
<span style="font-weight:400">His two Cutiefly darted toward Umbreon, and their needles sharpened. The dark type’s golden circle lit up, and darknessshed out from the floor as if it had a mind of its own. It was exactly like Shiftry’s. An empty void that looked like it had been <em><span style="font-weight:400">edited</em><span style="font-weight:400"> into the world with aputer program instead of a color. Both of his Cutiefly got hit once, and they quickly fell to the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">He was really no good after all. Luca’s shoulders sagged. That’s what he got for not training his Pokemon to battle.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just fuckin’ kill me,” he smiled. He was trying to put on a brave face, but he felt like his heart would stop any moment now. He’d never been terrified his entire life. “Make it painless?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anyone else in the building?” Lisa asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lane hummed. “No, I was skulking around the whole time we were here. It’s just him. He was on my tour too. Do we kill him?”
<span style="font-weight:400">At least they didn’t know the others had been there. He’d be gone soon, but if they could track this Jerry Heo guy… then they’d be able to uncover this just as he had.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Legendaries, I hate being outside. These emotions make me unable to think properly,” Lisained. “Luca Antonovich… an information broker for the tournament. He’s not a League-mandated trainer, so I don’t think people would notice if he was gone. They’d probably think he just left. Still… I don’t feel like I can take a decision on behalf of the Elder. Bring him back home.”<span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“We were content to let you run around and y your games, you know?” Lane said. “But you had to keep going <em><span style="font-weight:400">deeper</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Luca let out a relieved whimper, but he soon realized that a worse fate than death could possibly be awaiting him in the Hunters’ mansion.
<span style="font-weight:400">Who knew what that Shiftry would do to him?
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">It was morning now, and Luca still wasn’t back. Nobody had slept.
<span style="font-weight:400">Something had clearly happened to him. I… I hoped that he was safe somewhere. We tried to keep our spirits up by hoping that he’d been captured or arrested somehow. Maeve had begged to just confess that we had trespassed to the League and hope they’d do something about it, but that wouldn’t work. The League wasn’t exactly an entity that could focus on a single trainer going missing. Hell, Luca hadn’t even been an official trainer, <em><span style="font-weight:400">and</em><span style="font-weight:400"> he had broken thew. He wouldn’t exactly be their top priority even if I called Candice. In fact, they probably wouldn’t even look into it at all. This was more of a local issue.
<span style="font-weight:400">I bit my lip and sighed. I hadn’t known Luca for long, but it still hurt, damn it. Pauline wasn’t that down in the dumps— she had only spoken to him a few times— but she med herself the most.
<span style="font-weight:400">To be honest, it was partly her fault. And Mira’s. But we all shared some of the me— even Luca. After all, he’d been the one that had <em><span style="font-weight:400">chosen</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to stay behind. Only Cecilia and Maeve’s hands were clean.
<span style="font-weight:400">Best case scenario, the League would defer it to the police, and we already knew that the police was worth nothing in this town. One thing about the League bothered me though. Why leave the Hunters to their own devices? They were doing this before Team Gctic was even involved, so the League being too busy focusing on them wouldn’t be a good excuse. I didn’t know much about governing, but would a nation really leave what was basically an independent city-state run by a cult to thrive within its borders instead of enforcing the rules? The mayor was a sham, the city council was a sham, and the people here seemed to think that everything here was <em><span style="font-weight:400">normal</em><span style="font-weight:400">. It disgusted me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do we do now?” Denzel asked as he looked around the room.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We could leave. It would hurt Grace with the Poketch Company, but that doesn’t really matter at this point,” Justin sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let me think about it,” I hesitantly said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?” Maeve asked. “Why risk everything?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“First, it was to avenge Pauline. BattleZone slighted her and I wanted to expose them for it,” I said. “Now, it’s to avenge Luca. We didn’t know him long, but I hadn’t expected— I didn’t expect them to… well, maybe he’s okay...”
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt a burning urge inside of me. An urge that wanted to make them pay the price. It didn’t have to be me doing it, but if they fell, I would be happy. More than happy. My heart would swell with untold amounts of joy.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I get it,” Denzel said. “If… if you’re in, I’m in. Pauline is too stubborn to learn, and apparently I’m too stubborn to let you guys be in danger by yourselves.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I feel the same way,” Louis nodded. “The children in that <em><span style="font-weight:400">cult</em><span style="font-weight:400">… they need to be freed. They don’t know they’re being treated as fools.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like I said before, I have my reasons,” Mira said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing changes. We use our fame to our advantage and keep fighting as if nothing happened. Today, we will go find Jerry Heo and have a word with him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if he talks?” Louis asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ignored the violent ideas that shed in my head. “Listen up. I know this might be shitty of me to say, but we have billionaire friends, don’t we? I’m saying we pay him off to stay quiet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“And if he says no to that?” Louis asked again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We raise the price until he folds. Men like him like money,” Cecilia anxiously breathed out. “He <em><span style="font-weight:400">paid</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Pauline— a literal billionaire— to stay quiet. His brain only functions in terms of Pokedors. He won’t refuse.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was on, then.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was ready.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We need to line everything up. When we’re ready, we’ll talk to the media and expose <em><span style="font-weight:400">everything</em><span style="font-weight:400">. As morbid as it is, we''re going to need more than this to bring them down.”
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