Grimaldi scoffed as Mycroft opened the back doors of the van they had been traveling inside. 

“Everyone out of the pool. I hope the trip gave you some time to reconsider, Dr. Grimaldi,” Mycroft said as she trained her pistol on Grimaldi. 

“I hate to admit it when someone gets one over on me, but you did it, Mycroft. You really had me thinking you wanted me to bring this rotten bastard back to life.”

“What are you talking about? Why else would we bring you out here?!” Piper questioned as she stood up inside the van, looming over the relatively calm Grimaldi. 

“Your friend here played you, sweetheart. She doesn’t care about your grandfather any more than I do. Tell me I’m wrong, Mycrof...

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