Glenlivet and Gin were in conversation. "Gin, have there been any recent movements on the research side?" Glenlivet wasn't worried that they would actually successfully break away from The Organization, but he hated trouble, especially trouble that affected the boss. "No, and even if there were, what could the two of them possibly do?" Gin said dismissively. In the end, they would both be dead people—unless someone decided to stir up trouble.
"What could possibly make you frown? Could it be Whiskey?" Glenlivet looked at Gin with a half-smile. "You aren't worried at all." Glenlivet hummed a tune in a good mood. "Worried about this? Between the two of them, I'd much rather Sherry didn't meet with an accident." Because he knew Sherry would never successfully research the ultimate drug, but Whiskey wasn't necessarily the same. "If Whiskey keeps on..."
In Glenlivet's eyes, that guy was a thorn in his side. "Gin, your physical constitution is very well-suited to be a test subject. Someone like you, raised by The Organization since childhood who has never been a test subject—that really is a first." Glenlivet pulled out the roster of Gin's generation from back then; ninety percent of them had died in the experiments. "I've been thinking it over carefully. How about we play a game of cat and mouse?"
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