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I-I apologize for my rash decision...

But we didn't think they would have the nerve to openly insult Coalition government forces that...

I-I understand! Next time—there won't be a next time!

I'll accept any punishment if this happens again! You can fire me, court-martial me, anything!

Capitán...

Shut up. Now the brass knows about that stupid truck driver.

They stripped him naked and dropped him at our front door. The brass considers it an open insult to the Coalition government.

They asked whether our relationship with Reynell can continue, whether there is hope of obtaining the land. What am I supposed to say?

Stupid, incompetent idiots.

Capitán, Reynell's secretary is here... do you want to see him?

Show him in.

If you're just here to complain on Reynell's behalf, you can save it.

Of course not, Mr. Mateo. Reynell is satisfied with your efficiency. You were just a little... reckless.

There are many Infected in that community. Stealing their medicine is one way to take them down. But you must understand that, if many Infected die because of it...

Making a big mess does none of us any good.

We understand. What else did he tell you?

What he means is that, if you were too reckless before, perhaps a more cautious approach now can bring about a peaceful resolution.

We've gotten to this point, and you want me to negotiate with those people?

No, Mr. Mateo. There's no need for you to worry about it. Mr. Reynell has already sent someone to do it.

Who?

Miss Ela and her squad.

You're familiar with them, no? Your men have had dealings with them, and people have even confused them with your men.

We have an agreement, Miłosz. Don't forget it.

No need to get excited, Mr. Mateo. Reynell doesn't intend to terminate his cooperation with you. He just asks for cooler heads.

We can talk about the land once you're calm enough to do so.

Is there any message that you would like me to deliver to Mr. Reynell?

I take my leave, then.

You were playing games with me, weren't you, Reynell?!

You're dead, Reynell, DEAD, if I don't get that piece of land from you!

150 million? He bid a music box to 150 million on his own?

He may be eccentric, but he shows respect to what he considers art, in his own way.

It sounds like you're starting to change your mind about him.

I've never made up my mind about him, Meijer. He's not easy to make up your mind about.

Is that what makes him interesting?

I'll admit that he's not your traditional, boring art dealer.

That's saying quite a bit, coming from you. You're not big on compliments usually.

What now? Will you continue to work with him?

I'm not sure... but I'll think about it.

Come to think of it, we couldn't have adapted to this place so quickly without his help.

We did save his life, so we're even on that.

*sigh*...

Hey, Ela... do you have a moment?

Of course. What is it?

Papá wants to see you.

Mr. Diaz? Why?

He has some questions for you.

Very well, I'll go and see him.

And just so you know... he might act pretty... angry.

He wants to intimidate me.

He may not admit it, but... yes.

No. There's absolutely no way I'm letting Reynell's lackeys join our festival as long as I'm here.

The festival is just around the corner, and I have to make sure nothing goes wrong.

But they've already returned the medicine, and Reynell is fine with it too...

We don't know what they could be hiding up their sleeves. Can you promise me that their intentions are only good?

Why so quiet, Tecno?

Papá, I know they're Reynell's people, the papers are full of pictures of them and Reynell together. There's no arguing that.

But that day... when my Oripathy flared up, I fell to the ground and couldn't move. I was all alone... I thought I was done for.

Just as I was about to accept my fate, they showed up and saved me, and brought me back to the neighborhood.

I felt the same kind of despair in that fire many years ago, Papá. Until you came and saved me from the flames.

How's that the same thing? I'm a firefighter, Tecno. Saving you is my job, and I wanted nothing more than that. But them? Are you sure they have no ulterior motives?

I'll get someone to keep an eye on them if you're worried. Can't we just let them watch, Papá? Please?

Why are you being so stubborn, Tecno? If you vouch for them... you'll be the first one blamed if something really goes wrong.

Come on, Papá. I won't let them make any trouble.

*sigh* Why do you always start acting so spoiled every time we argue?

Oh... please, Papá, please...

Fine. Stop batting your eyelashes, it doesn't work on me.

But it used to...

Is that so? You didn't have such outrageously colorful hair then, you didn't drape yourself in black yet, and didn't make clinking noises with every step.

Ya estuvo suave... *sigh* What's wrong with dressing up all pretty like you did before?

Hmph...

Enough. Quit your pouting and get their leader to come find me for a quick talk.

Should I tell her to come here?

No, we'll chat on the beach.

Miss Ela. Do you know why I'm here?

Probably not for the beach.

I'm sure this beach is nothing compared to the amazing views you must enjoy working for Reynell.

Hard to say. A clean beach behind an alley full of trash makes for a surprisingly pleasant view. The way the light hits is much prettier than how it shines on the neighborhood.

Nothing much we can do about that. There's too many buildings with uneven heights there.

As for the trash... it used to be even worse. I had to bring a team here myself to clear it all, and now any aspiring litterbug faces my wrath.

I believe anyone visiting Dossoles should always get a chance to enjoy the beach.

Am I right, Miss Ela?

I didn't come here to litter, Mr. Diaz. Only to enjoy the view, same as you are now.

I like how clean and quiet it is. No rowdy tourists or casino ads in sight.

That's because the wind is so strong here, no one wants to develop the area.

I can see it in the trees. Their leaves only grow where the wind doesn't blow.

They're resilient, and they still thrive even though la brisa is so strong.

You mean el viento.

Sorry, I'm not good with your local language.

Miss Ela... you say you just want to watch us, and it's not like we have anything to hide. But you should remember to keep your hands to yourself at all times.

Tecno likes hanging out with you, and the community is happy to have your people here as well, so I'll play the bad guy here.

If you betray her trust and hurt her feelings, I'll make sure you pay the price, even if it costs me my life.

You care very much for Miss Tecno. Isn't she just your subordinate?

I never married or had children. Since I saved her from a fire, she has essentially become my daughter.

That's all I have to say. I'll leave the rest for you to decide.

What a roundabout way of showing paternal love.

(Whispering) An infectious disease caused by an industrial mineral that people here can't live without. It manifests discreetly, has a variety of symptoms and so far, cannot be cured...

(Whispering) I can't imagine what it would be like if something like oil was infectious...

Did you say something, Señor Gustave?

Oh, nothing. Just rambling to myself.

Here's the medicine and equipment you asked for. Anything you need?