When you started a revolution, you wanted everything to fall to its' place. But there were always some pieces of work that he could hardly control at any given time, even though he would need to deal with them sooner rather than later.

He would deny it if Raymond & Co. asked, but one of those works would be Sylvia Weis, his own daughter.

Despite sharing blood, he could not say he did his job as her father, a parental figure, or a loving person in her life. He was barely an acquaintance or roommate who happened to share her house, indulged her nagging, and sometimes shooed her and her rebellious-generating-headache out with money. Well, Sylvia was someone he saw a few times a week out of necessity to keep his face rather than desire.

He did not even try. He was there when she was conceived, and that was not even his personal idea.

So, he recognized that immediately, when her desperate attempt to gain his attention turned into jabs to hurt him, he indulged them as always. She is an opportunistic and egoistic person who lies with her sweet face and lies to herself, too. That was how this revolution happened: because that girl saw a chance to drill a hole into his life, and she picked up an idea to be her weapon against her oppressor. This made partnership with her extremely hard - her enemy number one would always be him, not the system nor the unnecessary deaths of people surrounding her.

He knew he had to deal with Sylvia sooner rather than later. She was a wild card, a loose cannon, but also a powerful force. Her influence among the people, especially in New Dayton, was undeniable. If he could somehow curb her edge and harness her charisma, she could be the face of this revolution. But that was easier said than done. He didn't want her on the other side because she would be hell-bent on trying to kick his head down the road.

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth as he and Jaegar strolled out of Freddrick's mansion. Of course, Sylvia had to start looking around the circle for social non-conformed time millionaires trying to gain a sympathizer for her cause. Philippe lowered his head and pulled down his hoody, trying not to be recognized, but that shark had to be able to follow his blood. Will Salas, her constant minion, stopped the car, and both of them went out. Philippe did not want to make a scene and attract the Keeper; he stilled and braced for impact.

Sylvia's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Well, well, look who's here. The ghost of New Greenwich himself."

"Just don't say my full name; you know the Keeper's rule. Or that would be patricide." Philippe cooed; well, to be damn, he had to have her on his side right now.

"Trying to sneak around, Father?" Sylvia spat the last word with venom. "What are you plotting now with 50000 years on your head? Half of New Greenwich happened to curse your name, too."

Philippe sighed and raised his head. "Sylvia, this isn't the time or place for this."

"Not the time?" Will interjected. "You disappeared, and now you're here, sneaking around New Greenwich? What's your game?"

"Revolution, of course." He coldly stated. "Finished what you started without knowing anything about what you were fighting. That is why we should move to a different place to talk, not to say this thing out in the open." He glanced at the pounding step of the Keeper Machine.

Sylvia's eyes narrowed, probably already heard some stories or witnessed their abilities, and she nodded. "Fine. Lead the way."

So, Philippe led them down to the Los Angeles underground metro again. It is a good thing from the past, New Greenwich being Downtown LA having its metro. Sylvia and Will Salas, never seeing the complex, could not understand or comprehend the system.

"What is this place?" Salas broke first.

"LA Metro." Jaeger proudly answered; being a Timekeeper, he also had the privilege of knowing the relic of the past.

"That did not really answer the question." Sylvia deadpanned, looking directly at him.

"Well, in the past, this is downtown LA. This city and suburb used to have at most 30 million people, so they built public transportation so that people could go to work from a cheaper area. When it became the zone - we just did not need it, did we?"

"Don't try to be a smart ass, Father." Sylvia said.

"No, just stating the fact, I used to use it after all, Metro B line, Wilshire, Red Fox, 6 stops to Downtown. Always late because honestly, it would not hurt anyone who is important." He soured at his own understatement toward his past.

Sylvia looked at him skeptically. "So, what now? You drag us down here to reminisce about your days as a commoner?" Of course, his nostalgia passed over Salas's head, and his eyes kept scanning him.

"No," Philippe replied sharply. "I brought you here because this is the safest place to talk. The Keepers don't patrol down here, and we can discuss our next steps without fear of being overheard."

Will glanced around, still trying to grasp the enormity of the underground metro and how many people used to pass through this point, including the Philippe Weiss. "Alright, let's hear it then. What's you are saying again? It is kind of funny when you knew to hide even before your bounty was out."

"I had many enemies. And now, when the stakes of 3 million lives might evaporate in the next four months because you flushed the system with a million years, the higher authority sent some encouragement to catch the incompetence that might make the zone corruptions spread."

"They should have aimed for someone who might be on the council, and you were not even on the voting ballot, even though it is a scam and no one actually when to vote. Oh yeah, because no one cared, you took charge of the council with your power of wealth. No wonder the whole New Greenwich were trying to bootlick you all the time when you were waving like royalty." Sylvia suddenly gained an understanding.

'So you could see why and who was at stake when the old way crumbled." He took a deep breath. "But yeah, the fact that it was destroyed, and we could not follow it anymore, means we should pursue and forge a new way of life for ourselves. You know, change things, rebuild from the ground up. If only we could finish the higher-up authority who want to protect the status quo and root out the disease before it spreads."

"And you expect us to believe you're the one to lead this change?" Will's skepticism was evident. "You've always been part of the problem."

"I was sustaining the system when it had the lowest death toll; now, I am aiming for a better number. Used to be in the loop is precisely why I know how to dismantle it," Philippe replied, his voice firm. "I understand the intricacies of the system, its weaknesses, and its vulnerabilities. And now, I have no choice but to use that knowledge for something greater."

Sylvia's gaze bore into him, her distrust palpable. "You talk a good game, Father, but how do we know you're not just looking out for yourself?"

"Because I have no other choice," Philippe said, his tone cold and resolute. "Remember the bounty on my head? They believed I was involved in your little coup. They would not listen to my peas or my motion now; they would only prosecute me. Also, the system is falling apart, and if we don't act now, it will drag all of us down with it."

Sylvia studied Philippe, her skepticism palpable. "So, you're saying you're just as desperate as the rest of us?"

Philippe's eyes hardened. "Desperation isn't the right word. Determination is. We're at a turning point and must seize this opportunity."

"No wonder she said that I don't understand you and your passion to "change the world."" Sylvia seemed to be trying to hold back from throwing up.

Philippe was annoyed as he knew the "she" Sylvia mentioned was his wife. Of course, that woman already has her words buried deep into Sylvia's mind. But his face of the revolution need not be influenced by the other side.

"Well, you probably knew the situation of how I married your mother. From my retrospective, it is too convenient."

"And Mr. Heitheiker kept talking about the leader of the high council's unprecedented favor toward you since you were just an aid for this zone. " Jaegar's interruped. "Both at the same time, around 70 years ago."

"Yes, both at the same time. Somehow, Michael must think that I would rebel against him since the day we met or something."

Sylvia's eyes flashed with realization. "So, your whole rise to power was orchestrated? You're just another pawn in their game?"

Philippe sighed, the weight of decades of manipulation and power plays pressing on him. "Honestly, I do not have a definitive answer about that. I've always had my own agenda. But my rise to the position of being able to have my own agenda? Highly rigged. In a sense, using an outsider to kill his opponents would be a reasonable strategy, but it has been so many years, that everything become very far-fetched."

Will folded his arms, still unconvinced. "So, what makes you think we should trust you now? After everything?"

"Because," Philippe replied, his voice steady, "I have no other choice. They believe I was involved in your revolution, Sylvia. They see me as a threat, just as they see you. We're all in the same boat now, whether we like it or not."

Sylvia took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she weighed his words. "Alright, let's say we believe you. What's your plan?"

"What is your thought about some hot takeover of a new station and a passionate moving speech for a PR stunt? But you have to keep it quite and not let your friend rattle to your mom."

"Seriously, how can you keep quite taking over a news station?"