Beatrice: “Pahahaha! Oh man, little bro Ty, I guess that confirms it! Haha, you really are related to us. Big bro Aeron even grew embarrassed since he was going on about how you wouldn't fight! Ahahahaha!”
Noel/Tyler: “...”
Kifah: “Brother Aerooon: Noel won't respond to Beatrice and keeps covering his faaaaace.”
Noel/Tyler: “Stop it...Just kill me! That was too embarrassing!”
Beatrice: Ahahaha! I-I can't breathe. Wait...Haha...hah. Phew! little Ty, we weren't trying to embarrass you. It's just that old man was too tough for you at the moment! If you fought-”
Noel/Tyler: “....No excuses. You waited for me to act cool on purpose...”
Kifah: “I'm sorry Noel for K.Oing you when you were trying to act cool. If it makes you feel any better, Beatrice buried that other boy in a pile of spectators.”
Noel/Tyler: “A little...wait, Noel?? Big Sis Kifah, umm...how did you know-
...H-H-Ho-How...di-did you know that my name was Noel? I thought that Father...”
Kifah: “………Bea...Beatrice followed you.”
Beatrice: “Hey!!”
Aeron: “Hmph! That's what happens when you try to show off, little Ty. Nobody told you to act so out of character like that. You made me look stupid!”
Noel/Tyler: “It wasn't out of character...Our family always acts like that! Won't I embarrass the family if I stay quiet when others called me trash?! I'm already called a cripple by Alianne, I don't want to make things any worse…!!”
{Besides, my plan was to reveal my family name after hitting that Xano kid. I doubt the old man would have touched me, then.}
Aeron: “...That's..true..”
Kifah: “Indeed. Father might've...”
Beatrice: “Puhahahaha! He probably would've beaten you half to death for letting them off, THEN sent you right back to kill someone from their side as a message.
Still, you're lucky we happened to be around shopping when you first arrived. If we hadn't been around, the old fogey might have just offed ya' at the beginning! Father's punishments are a lot safer than death, right?
...
...
....actually, maybe not. I take that question back.”
Kifah: “There is some good news, Noel. While you were out...sleeping. We went ahead and rushed your procedure. You still have a whole day and 4 hours to accomplish Father's mission.”
Noel/Tyler: “A day? Then...what about our cousins? I thought they'd be following us part of the way through?”
Beatrice: “Yeah, they were supposed to.. Dunno what happened though. They were a no-show. Maybe Auntie stopped them?”
Aeron: “Hahaha! If that was the case, then it means there must be something pretty dangerous about to happen soon on this island! She never acts unless something makes her worry! That silly auntie of ours~”
{Anyways, to know the details of my mission given by Boman personally...They must've peeked while I was knocked out. Or better yet, maybe Father hired them to spy on me. For Kifah and Beatrice, at least, that would make sense. They never payed this much interest in me. Only Aeron and Alianne ever gave me the time of day.
Speaking of him: big brother Aeron probably followed out of curiosity. Father usually doesn't need to give him missions for him to follow me. Now that he's here though...}
Noel/Tyler: “Big brother? Do you happen to know where Mr. Watts' private labs are? I'm feeling dizzy from Kifah's heavy attack earlier and having trouble breathing.”
Kifah: “..My hits are not that heavy.”
{At first, I thought it worked because his face grew worried, and that worried expression filled me with joy. Then he took a big breath....
...And started to leave.}
Aeron: “Sorry little Ty, that's not gonna work on me right now. Father already warned me not to help you out after my questionable decision at passing you when you ended up missing your 'hit'."
Noel/Tyler: “Hmph! Both embarrassing me before and not helping me on my very first big mission from father, you suck.”
Aeron: “Haha! Even if you technically got rid of your target, I can't say father's wrong in thinking that a hitman or hitwoman from the Malierano family should NOT miss such an easy kill. You've gotta do this whole mission yourself, without our help. If you screw this up little Ty, we'll leave you here to take the heat.
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Bye now~”
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{After making fun of me a bit more, my sisters Beatrice and Kifah followed Aeron out. Now that I take a good look around the room I'm in, I can definitely see a lot of...white. There's a white desk, with white surgical tools, White walls and a white fl-oh, nope. It's not white: just ordinary metal grey.
Once again, I'm forced to have a metal thing attached to my brain. I wonder how long I'll have it this time...
More importantly: time is what I don't have much of! Father didn't give me a map of this place, so how am I to...}
?: “Oh, it seems you've awoken.”
{suddenly interrupting my personal thinking, This fat old man comes barging through the automatic door. He looks quite pleased with himself for some reason. I believe Kifah mentioned his name was Dr. Armsman. A Doctor/scientist contracted with the Family.}
Dr. Armsman: “You were unconscious when your sister brought you in, luckily the kind soul managed to save you from getting beaten up. Those thugs who tried to kill you almost did so with that heavy blow right towards the back of your delicate noggin'.”
Noel/Tyler: “*Whispers*…So I almost died from her blow.
Oh…! Um...I....guess so?”
{What did she wind up telling him?! Also, he just said that Kifah almost KILLED me!! I could've died! How dare she claim her hits aren't that heavy!!”}
Dr. Armsman: “Oh yes, that's right. This isn't the worst news to give. It seems there may have been some...slight complications...with your implant which could've shut down your body and killed you, BUT I managed to save the day! Safe~ Ahahaha.”
Noel/Tyler: “So, I almost died TWICE today...?”
Dr. Armsman: “Well yes, if you want to get technical about it. What TRULY matters however, is my incredible save after your mother's—A-AHEM--I-I mean, your family's chip almost took your life. Thankfully, I avoided that.”
Noel/Tyler: “Is that why my neck, back and head all feel really sore ever since I woke up?”
Dr. Armsman: “No it shouldn't feel all that different from your usual chips, your mother Narcisa's design is flawless, aside from the part that almost killed you. That pain is probably from when you got beat up.”
Noel/Tyler: “....”
At first I was going to let this doctor go and forget about his selfish words, but now that I think about it more, I do need those directions, and he is being kinda rude by shifting the blame...hm..
Eh, I'll just go for it. It’ll make things easier~ hehe.}
Noel: “You...are you blaming my mother right now?”
Dr. Armsman: “Wha- of-of course not! Ne-Never would I ever dream of pulling that of-- I-I mean, um… uh, Never would I ever dream of doing that!”
Noel/Tyler: “Mhm. It seems I'll have to report this entire situation to mother. Maybe she'll even fire you. Except, that happening would most likely just be your best case scenario if you actually manage to avoid incurring her wrath, that is.”
Dr. Armsman: “Li-Little Master Tyler, please show some leniency. I-I have a daughter and I merely wanted to prove with my own words that I wasn't to blame for your circumstances, but your family's other researchers! Yes-Yes, the ones who produced this piece of dangerous weaponry, not the idea maker herself!”
Noel/Tyler: “Mother designed and produced it though. It was her own personal creation. Hm~ Hm~ more slander to report~ *Looks away*”
Dr. Armsman: “...”
Noel/Tyler: “Also, she was pretty confident in its effects this time: according to my big brother, Aeron. Are you calling her masterpiece...a dangerous weapon?”
Dr. Armsman: “Please have mercy young master Tyler. It was a mere slip of the tongue...”
Noel/Tyler: “Alright Dr. Armsman, I'll control my urge to tattle on you to my mothers...IF you can tell me how to umm, get to Professor Watts's REAL official workplace. I don't believe you don't know.”
{For some reason, at the mention of Watt's name, the 'Family' doctor's eyes narrowed sharply for a while. Does...does he really work for us? It doesn’t look like it!}
Dr. Armsman: “Why...? What is your reason for...*cough-cough*...meeting him...?”
Noel/Tyler: "It's not me. Mother Nirael might recruit him, you see. Yes! She asked me to meet with him in his special laboratory, hoping to find a chance to speak once without being chased away. If I can find that place, surely he'd have to hear out her requests at the very least, without escaping...He-he.”
{After that crappy lie of mine, his face seemed to soften quite a lot. Yeap that confirms it. Something's DEFINITELY strange around here! This Doctor is supposed to be extremely loyal, yet he sounds like some temporary hire that's merely trying to curry favor.
Besides: he seemed a lot more loyal to that Molodov guy's name, then ours.
Hm…}
Dr. Armsman: “Oh, is that all?...Well then Ahahaha. If helping you make this deal with the great Professor gets me on your good side once again then I'll happily tell you such trivial information. Promise me though, do NOT leak this to the public. I trust you, little master, due to your Family's reputation with our private matters, but NOT anybody else. He is a busy man y'see, and can't bother dealing with the unimportant guppies searching for his help. Can you do that, young master Tyler?”
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Meanwhile, at the top of the largest building on Watts Island, Wattslab...A snoring old fisherman gently opens his eyes.
Professor Watts: “Hmmm..?
...Hm! It's-It's another one! That Xano lad was surprising enough, but the synchronicity with this child is...mmhehehehehe. It's here. It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here, it's here! The day I've Yearned for, is here...!
The preparations- OH the preparations…!”
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{I...I managed to receive the information I was looking for. The problem is the 'source' it came from: that strange doctor who was all praises for daddy's-I mean, Father's target, Professor Molodov Watts. He even said ‘your family’ instead of ‘our family’! I hope I'm wrong about that weird old geezer. If it turns out I'm right, this will only lead me into a trap. I have to take that risk though. Nothing else can help me find him, plus his research in just a day and some hours. He'll leave the Island by then!!}
...Well this mission has officially gotten a lot more difficult. It turns out that creepy Professor conducts weird experiments with happy volunteers in the center of this entire Island, but it supposedly takes place, in the very same laboratory where this artificial Island's power core is kept. Of course, I'm not interested in their defensive means. Nothing they have here, no matter how skilled their weapons, can compare to our main family researchers' work. What I AM scared of...is getting witnesses involved. One wrong move, after all, and countless more people than just a single father...will end up dying today.
Haah. Why am I so unlucky when it comes to danger?}
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