Frank said, "Godfather, I know you care about Phoenix too, so I don't want to do this. Give me the key and let me leave. You don't have a choice."
Reggie, however, just smiled calmly, "It's you who doesn't have a choice."
"What do you mean?" Frank asked, puzzled.
"You see that button in your hand? Why don't you try pressing it and see what happens," Reggie suggested.
Frank's face turned pale.
Only then did Reggie turn around, his expression serene, "Kearney, when our leader passed away, I knew you had something to do with it. I came to this island to recuperate, yes, but also to gather evidence against you. Did you think I hadn't discovered the explosives you buried in the basement of the study? I had someone replace them all. I was waiting for the moment you'd come to confront me, to demand the key. I initially thought you were blinded by greed for power, but I had not anticipated this deep-seated hatred in you."
"Reggie, everything I've suffered to this day is because of you. You killed my parents. We've been at odds ever since."
Frank's composure was unraveling.
He hadn't anticipated Reggie's mastery over the situation.
Nor had he realized that his carefully laid plans were transparent to Reggie from the start.
Now, Reggie's men had taken control of the island.
And he couldn't secure the key; the power of Albert’s Arms remained in Reggie's grasp.
He couldn't even comprehend how he had been defeated.
Reggie looked at Frank's state, his demeanor cold and detached.
"Kearney, I might have forgiven you, had your actions not cost lives. But you killed Sean. I can never forgive you for that."
Reggie moved towards Frank.
Frank raised his gun, "Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot."
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