said?” She turned to Caleb. “You have to do something. You have to
stop this!”
Paul’s back was pressed against the wall, giving her space to walk away.
Caleb said nothing.
She gripped her umbrella and left.
*
@PDINews_Luzon Explosion caused by small IED carried by Morales – NBI http://pdinews.com/…
@PDINews_Luzon Robot’s syringe found to contain toxic amount of drug similar to lithium – NBI http://pdinews.com/…
@PDINews_Luzon BREAKING: Anonymous source says mystery drug is Neuropro, an experimental drug by Northpoint-Pascual. (1/2)
@PDINews_Luzon BREAKING: Toxic levels of Neuropro can cause psychosis and death – Anonymous source (2/2)
@ANCAlerts NP-P VP Nikolas Morales denies existence of Neuropro, implores public to allow family to grieve in peace
@ANCAlerts NP-P spokesman urges ANC to reveal anonymous source on “Neuropro”.
@rosiesturn #margaret #hagonoy I think we need to get this hashtag going #robotassassin
Retweeted by @patrickstrrr and 244 others
@GMATweets Whose robot is it? Legacy and Northpoint-Pascual to conduct internal investigations. http://pdinews.com/…
@ANCAlerts Alleged sightings of robot dubbed Girl X floods Twitter, Facebook. http://ancnews.com/…
@leo_ray THERE’S MORE THAN ONE??? #robotassassin
*
What the fuck have you gotten me into?
Sent: 5/3/28
To: Lillian; Max
My apartment. Now. - Lester
26
“I got fired,” Lillian said on their way to Lester’s.
Max stopped by the stairwell. “You confronted them, didn’t you?”
As they walked, Lillian told her everything that happened from the moment she saw Margaret Morales in the grocery store up to the moment she slammed the door on her way out of the Dolores
house.
Lillian said, “Didn’t I tell you I saw Margaret in the grocery store? But you refused to believe me, you nonbeliever.”
“This day is getting better and better,” Max muttered.
“They said the robot was carrying a syringe of Neuropro,” Lillian said.
“Margaret probably already knew she was being followed. Brought that IED with her. Probably even made it herself.”
“Maybe she was already injected in the grocery, so she just—” Lillian lifted her hands, made a noise simulating a detonation.
“Killing your own sister,” Max said. “Your own wife.”
They walked.
“What if Nikolas leaves the country?” Lillian asked.
“With his sister yet to be buried and Northpoint-Pascual’s Pharma department getting hit in the media? I doubt it. He’s staying put.” Max looked at her. “Jamie
called me from work this morning. He was hysterical.”
“Should we be worried?”
They had reached Lester’s unit. Max looked at her for a long time.
“Why should we be?” she finally said, and knocked on the door.
“Dancers On-Call!” she said. “Dancers ready to dance! Open up or regret this hesitation for the rest of your life!”
The door opened suddenly, and Max almost knocked on the enormous chest now blocking the doorway.
“Good morning,” said a tall man in a tuxedo, who had opened the door for them.
“Oh,” Max said. “Hello. Lester still lives here, right?”
From inside the unit, they heard Lester shout: “Let them in and shut the door!”
They stepped inside, and the man in the tux closed the door behind them. “May I take your bag?” he said, gesturing to Lillian.
“No, it’s okay,” she said.
Lester was streaming a delayed podcast featuring two celebrity hosts whose names Lillian couldn’t remember. “What was she doing in Hagonoy anyway?” Host 1 said in a shrill
voice. “There are no tourist spots there.”
“Harsh,” Lillian said.
“This was the first time she was seen in the area; in the province, even. Was she meeting a friend?”
“If she had gone to Malolos,” Host 2 interjected, “their PR peeps could say she was just going to visit Barasoain Church. Spin, spin, spin!”
“Nothing to spin here, though. Have you ever been to Hagonoy?” said Host 1.
stop this!”
Paul’s back was pressed against the wall, giving her space to walk away.
Caleb said nothing.
She gripped her umbrella and left.
*
@PDINews_Luzon Explosion caused by small IED carried by Morales – NBI http://pdinews.com/…
@PDINews_Luzon Robot’s syringe found to contain toxic amount of drug similar to lithium – NBI http://pdinews.com/…
@PDINews_Luzon BREAKING: Anonymous source says mystery drug is Neuropro, an experimental drug by Northpoint-Pascual. (1/2)
@PDINews_Luzon BREAKING: Toxic levels of Neuropro can cause psychosis and death – Anonymous source (2/2)
@ANCAlerts NP-P VP Nikolas Morales denies existence of Neuropro, implores public to allow family to grieve in peace
@ANCAlerts NP-P spokesman urges ANC to reveal anonymous source on “Neuropro”.
@rosiesturn #margaret #hagonoy I think we need to get this hashtag going #robotassassin
Retweeted by @patrickstrrr and 244 others
@GMATweets Whose robot is it? Legacy and Northpoint-Pascual to conduct internal investigations. http://pdinews.com/…
@ANCAlerts Alleged sightings of robot dubbed Girl X floods Twitter, Facebook. http://ancnews.com/…
@leo_ray THERE’S MORE THAN ONE??? #robotassassin
*
What the fuck have you gotten me into?
Sent: 5/3/28
To: Lillian; Max
My apartment. Now. - Lester
26
“I got fired,” Lillian said on their way to Lester’s.
Max stopped by the stairwell. “You confronted them, didn’t you?”
As they walked, Lillian told her everything that happened from the moment she saw Margaret Morales in the grocery store up to the moment she slammed the door on her way out of the Dolores
house.
Lillian said, “Didn’t I tell you I saw Margaret in the grocery store? But you refused to believe me, you nonbeliever.”
“This day is getting better and better,” Max muttered.
“They said the robot was carrying a syringe of Neuropro,” Lillian said.
“Margaret probably already knew she was being followed. Brought that IED with her. Probably even made it herself.”
“Maybe she was already injected in the grocery, so she just—” Lillian lifted her hands, made a noise simulating a detonation.
“Killing your own sister,” Max said. “Your own wife.”
They walked.
“What if Nikolas leaves the country?” Lillian asked.
“With his sister yet to be buried and Northpoint-Pascual’s Pharma department getting hit in the media? I doubt it. He’s staying put.” Max looked at her. “Jamie
called me from work this morning. He was hysterical.”
“Should we be worried?”
They had reached Lester’s unit. Max looked at her for a long time.
“Why should we be?” she finally said, and knocked on the door.
“Dancers On-Call!” she said. “Dancers ready to dance! Open up or regret this hesitation for the rest of your life!”
The door opened suddenly, and Max almost knocked on the enormous chest now blocking the doorway.
“Good morning,” said a tall man in a tuxedo, who had opened the door for them.
“Oh,” Max said. “Hello. Lester still lives here, right?”
From inside the unit, they heard Lester shout: “Let them in and shut the door!”
They stepped inside, and the man in the tux closed the door behind them. “May I take your bag?” he said, gesturing to Lillian.
“No, it’s okay,” she said.
Lester was streaming a delayed podcast featuring two celebrity hosts whose names Lillian couldn’t remember. “What was she doing in Hagonoy anyway?” Host 1 said in a shrill
voice. “There are no tourist spots there.”
“Harsh,” Lillian said.
“This was the first time she was seen in the area; in the province, even. Was she meeting a friend?”
“If she had gone to Malolos,” Host 2 interjected, “their PR peeps could say she was just going to visit Barasoain Church. Spin, spin, spin!”
“Nothing to spin here, though. Have you ever been to Hagonoy?” said Host 1.
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