Cain grew tired watching Glen walking back-and-forth as if he was losing his mind. The tipping point of the pen continues to click as Glen's eyes gaze around. Cain finally stands up from sitting on the couch and walks towards the windowpane, looking down at the chaotic scene everywhere in the Kayon City – or so at least in his side of view.

“What was he thinking?” asked Glen out of nowhere. “This decision of his will only brought more problems. We already had full on our hands. What could possibly he could attain from this?”

Cain shrugged. “Beats me. Even I can’t make sense of what’s in his mind. All this time, Theo didn’t bother to tell us what’s the deal of this.”

“I can’t seem to rationalize if he’s a man or just a brat. Everything he ordered seemed to be rushed. Specifically, when he reluctantly made a connection to those renegades. Only if he would listen to my advice, then it wouldn’t have come to this.”

“Really? I can’t seem to recall that I have obligation to heed your request, Glen.”

Glen’s face turned pale as he saw Theo walk through the hall. As of now, they’re in the middle level of the higher echelon of the Kelby Hives building.

“I’m sorry…”

“Hold it.” He interfered. “Save your breath. I have no need for your apology. Although, I can understand where your discontentment coming from and I cannot blame you to think like that. I assure you there’s nothing you should worry about.”

“Then what is it then?” probed Cain. “What could we possibly achieve out of this chaos?”

“Misdirection.”

Glen raised a brow. He does not know whether he’s hearing a word from a madman or from impulsive childish desire.

“Do explain.” He pleaded.

“Very well.”

There’s a broad smile crept ear to ear and a deep nod as he peered closer to the window, looking down at the chaotic state of the city. As time pass by, the vast flames stretch out across the edges of the darkness in the city. Men, women, and children either fled, hide in their residence, or had died as they were caught in the fight. It was an unsightly view.

“I am certain the two of you are well aware of the resistance creeping down below.” They nod. “These past few months they managed to tamper with our plans and hinder our progress.” His eyes welled in anger.

“But we have progressed and succeeded to use the Hemil Klust to our ends. So, why put heat in this city. I am sure there is no need for it. This only will result in the fruition of discontentment to the people here. We have so many problems that should take care of.”

“Except that they’ve already known the webs I concocted. That is why we must leave.”

“What?!” shouted Glen. “After all these years, you’re giving up now?!”

Clearly, anyone would be intimidated by Glen’s standing point, but Theo did not waver, only gave a shrugged. “Let me rephrase that remark. We’re simply moving so that there will be no disturbances. We are not giving up our work.”

“What gives then? Why bother setting up a conflict?”

“As I’ve said, misdirection. We will stage a conflict…”

“…And blame the Glade of all of this,” Cain added.

Theo didn’t bother to hide his smile. “It seems that someone is using his brain.”

“Don’t flatter me, Theo.” Cain scoffed. “I do not approve of this method of yours.”

“Why is that?”

“There’s too much blood on our hands.”

“Yet little use of them for our cause.”

“I have no ear for a lunatic.” Cain dismisses him.

“Oh, but you did listen, that is why your father is in my care.”

Cain did not respond nor care about his words of endearing madness, instead, he leaves with a heavy labored of sighed.

Her fine silks and array of vases illuminate under the neon light coming from the lanterns inside the residence they’ve rented. The catwalk echoing was drawn to halt and glance around as she throws the towel on the bed, allowing her red hair to wobble for few a seconds. She put on her white uniform and equipped a sword at her waist. She went outside and saw them waiting for her.

“So, what now?” Ina asked.

Lance replied, “We’ll wait for the right opportunity.”

“And you?” Ina looked at Gary’s right arm that was shot by a bullet. Before they come here, they were interrogated, but it was different from what they’d imagined. Thanks to Lance's intuition, they were able to escape before they could’ve killed them.

“You gonna be alright?” asked Lance.

“Yeah.” Gary touches his arm. It was wrapped and white. There was still a stain of red phasing through, but still, he can barely move his arm properly even though the pain has subsided. “I’ll be fine.”

“Then what’re we waiting for? Let’s move out.”

“Hold it.” Lance restricted her before she misinterprets. “I said, we’ll wait for the right opportunity.”

Given the fact that the law enforcement themselves turn themselves over Theo, they can’t recklessly go outside and are allowed to be caught. Their options are limited so they must deduce carefully for their next step.

“There’s no mistaking it, Theo is finally making a move.”

“What actually is he trying to do?” asked Gary.

“Judging from their actions, it looks like Theo’s planning to eliminate any kind of competition. From identifying everyone to draw out the scums in this city to weaponizing their company, I reckon that he’s also hunting those people who hurt his enterprise these past few months, which includes us.”

“So, what now?” asked Ina “Laying down is not an option, right?”

“No. We’ll wait for the right opportunity. I doubt that the Glade or other mercenaries will go down without putting up a fight.”

“And then we’ll attack Theo from behind?” replied Gary.

“The last thing we want is to get caught again should we have no choice. We learned that kind of price must be compensated more valuable than anything we have.”

Lance nodded. There’s no denying it and there’s no other way. They have to settle this matter with their hands.

“His attention will be diverted in front. Therefore, he will not expect us to come from behind. For now, we’ll wait.”