Gunther and Randal paced anxiously, Reggie remained seated, his expression grave and contemplative.
Gunther's voice was tense as he spoke up, his frustration evident. "I need to get something straight. Did Damien lie to us about the baby? Did he say it was dead? And if so, why?"
Reggie shook his head slowly, his brow furrowed in concern. "I don't know what Damien's plans are," he admitted, his tone heavy with frustration. "But it's clear there's a conspiracy against Rose. And as I've said before, we have to go back there and carry out the new task Rose assigned."
Randal chuckled grimly, the sound harsh in the tense atmosphere. "You know," he said, his voice laced with bitterness, "I couldn't help but notice that in all our plans, there's no mention of how we're going to rescue Rose."
Gunther's gaze turned sharply to Reggie, his eyes piercing as he awaited an explanation. "Are you suggesting we leave Rose behind, at the mercy of that bastard Damien?" he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of anger and disbelief.
The tension in the room was palpable as Randal and Gunther stared at Reggie, waiting for an answer that would satisfy their mounting concerns.
Reggie's response came slowly, his voice tinged with determination. "It's what Rose wanted," he stated firmly. "So we're going to proceed with her plan, even if she's not with us."
Randal and Gunther exchanged incredulous glances, their expressions betraying their shock at Reggie's words. It was clear they were taken aback by his decision. If they didn't know him so well, they might have suspected he was under some sort of mind control.
"How can you suggest we leave Rose in the hands of Damien for good?" Gunther demanded, his voice thick with disbelief.
The door to the room burst open, and Blake stormed in, his anger palpable in the air.
"Bullshit," he spat, his voice laced with fury. "Just because Reggie suggested it doesn't mean we're actually going to leave Rose in Damien's hands."
Reggie, Gunther, and Randal turned to Blake, their expressions a mix of surprise and bewilderment at his sudden entrance.
Randal spoke up, his tone skeptical. "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?" he demanded.
Blake let out a derisive laugh. "Is that even the main issue here?" he retorted, his gaze piercing. "The real issue is that Reggie found Rose and didn't tell any of us. How could you keep this from me?"
But Blake cut him off, his tone sharp and defiant. "Don't speak to me, Reggie. You don't understand," he snapped, his eyes flashing with intensity.
Reggie took a step forward, his expression earnest. "I understand more than you think, Blake. But we need to approach this mission with clear heads. Your recent outburst with Nana—"
Blake's laughter cut through Reggie's words, a bitter, almost manic sound. "You think I don't know that? You think I'm not aware of the risks? But this is Rose we're talking about. I'll do whatever it takes to save her," he declared, his voice filled with determination.
Reggie shook his head, his tone grave. "Blake, your emotions are clouding your judgment. We can't afford any mistakes on this mission. Lives are at stake, including yours," he cautioned.
But Blake's resolve remained unwavering. "I don't care about the risks. I'll do whatever it takes to see Rose again," he insisted, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.
Reggie sighed, knowing that he couldn't change Blake's mind. But he couldn't help feeling a sense of apprehension at the thought of what lay ahead. With emotions running high and tensions escalating, the mission to rescue Rose was shaping up to be more dangerous than any of them had anticipated.
Reggie's tone was firm as he addressed Blake. "Blake, we all share your concern for Rose, but we have to approach this with caution. Dying is not part of our agenda. Sacrifices must be made only when absolutely necessary."
Blake's eyes narrowed, his frustration evident. "And what do you suggest, Reggie? That we sit back and do nothing while Rose remains in danger?"
Reggie shook his head, his expression grave. "No, of course not. We need a plan, one that minimizes the risks. Your emotions, as understandable as they are, will only hinder our ability to execute that plan effectively."
Blake's fists clenched at his sides, but he remained silent, his mind churning with conflicting emotions. Deep down, he knew Reggie was right, but the thought of leaving Rose in danger gnawed at him like a festering wound.
Reggie placed a reassuring hand on Blake's shoulder. "We'll find a way to save Rose, Blake. But we have to do it smartly, without putting ourselves in unnecessary danger. Can you trust me on this?"
Blake hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. "I trust you, Reggie. But if anything happens to Rose because of our inaction..."
Reggie squeezed Blake's shoulder reassuringly. "We won't let that happen, Blake. I promise."
"So what's the plan and where do I come in?" Blake asked, now calm and ready to listen.
"The plan is simple," Reggie replied with a smirk. "We won't let anything happen to Rose. And I'm sorry, but I have to do this." Reggie's smirk twisted into a sinister grin.