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Chapter 8: Who Is The Villain Beside The Scene?
Location: Unknown Island in the Pacific-Beach
On a private island in the pacific there was a small compound. The Compound took up most of the north side of the island. And on the southern side was a extravagant beach house. And at this beach house, sitting on a hammock on the beach out-front, was a man in a green floral print shirt and white khakis pants. He had a hat closing his face, and a book, The Art of War, lying on his chest.
The man looked to be a asleep, but the red-haired woman, dressed in a black dress and white lab coat, walking up to him knew better. Before she could even call out to him, he was speaking to her.
"Yes, Dr. Amelia Smith," The man said, not even bothering to remove his hat.
"Everything is in order to move onto phrase two," Dr. Smith said.
"Excellent," The man said, lifting up his hat to reveal his steel blue eyes.
"And what is the other big man, say about that," He asked, as he climbed out of the hammock.
"He asked not to be disturbed," The woman said, "And when someone made their way into the gym-well, they were soon escorted to the infirmary."
"Well, then looks like I get to have the honors," The man said, not battering an eye to the new.
"Yes, it does, Director," the women said.
~JUSTICE LEAGUE~
Location: Unknown Island in the Pacific-Lab Compound-Gym
A man was alone in the weight room. He was alone, and he liked that. He was pushing the weight machine to its max, when he heard the door open. Before he could throw another dumbbell at whoever it was, a voice called out.
"If you continue to injury the underlings, they will stop seeing you as their salvation," the Director said, walking into the room.
"I am their salvation and their doom," the man said
"The hominids ask for a savior, not truly know if they will be saved," the Director said.
"Then the guilt of disappointment is meaningless," the man said.
"We humans are odd. Most of us think order and chaos are somehow opposites and try to control what will and what won't be. Our ambitions of peace are a leading force of our chaos," the Director said.
"They're all doomed," the man said, standing and moving to a punching bag.
"Maybe…but it is a wonder to see us try," the Director answered.
"The naiveté of man is ludicrous," the man said, and began to punch at the bag.
"Naïveté is one of the core things of being human," the Director countered, "But I do have some news that may interest you."
"What," the man demanded, not stopping his punches.
"Phrase two is ready to be put in motion," the Director said.
"Excellent," the man said, throwing a punch with such force that it knocked the bag off its hook and against the wall. The Director left shortly after that, and the man moved make to the weight machine.
"Soon, justice league...soon, I will have my revenge," the man said.
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