Brigid-is-evil-Part-2!
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Dr. Dwyer blinked. "You want me to-- flirt with a fourteen-year-old?"
Mr. Chu nodded. "Not just flirt. You need to completely win him over."
"With all due respect, sir, what does this have to do with our goal?"
"Well," he said, shuffling through some papers and pulling one out. "Maximum is the leader of the group. The sidekick's name is Fang, and according to our spy in Washington--"
"The one posing as part of the American government? Who planted the bomb in their pizza?"
"Yes. Do not interrupt me," Mr. Chu demanded, and Dr. Dwyer nodded, her face flaming. "Our spy in Washington has described Maximum as very dependent on Fang. They're close, very good friends. At her half-brother's funeral, she cried on his shoulder. And Fang is the reason the pizza explosion fell through-- he saved Maximum's life."
"I still don't understand."
"Let me finish, Dr. Dwyer," he said impatiently. "Their relationship is in a tough spot right now. It seems, according to our spy, that Fang has fallen in love with Maximum. And it also seems that she does not return this feeling."
He spat the word 'love' like a cussword, like that was a weakness on the bird boy's part. Dr. Dwyer sat still for a few moments, digesting this, and then Mr. Chu went on. "She has rejected him recently, and not for the first time. Right now, days after the rejection, is the ideal time to make him fall for you."
She bit her lip, shifting slightly. "Sir, I obviously don't know as much about the bird kids as you do, but from what you've said, it sounds like this boy has his heart set on the girl. It won't be easy to persuade him otherwise."
Mr. Chu exhaled loudly. "Dr. Dwyer, as I said, his heart--" Just as he'd said 'love' with no good feeling, he said this last word in the same way-- "is in a vulnerable position right now. But even in this rough patch, Maximum trusts nobody, relies on nobody, more than Fang. If we are to destroy her, we must get her sidekick on our side."
Now the man leaned very close to her, a cold look on his face as he slowly, dangerously said, "Do you understand?"
Dr. Dwyer cleared her throat, hurriedly composed herself, and nodded briskly. "Yes, sir. Fang will be taken care of, sir."
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