Frank was known for his strength and imposing presence, but he also possessed a keensense of observation. It was this awareness that led him to discover Mortis' radio, half-buriedunder a pile
of ancient tomes in the crypt. He picked it up, intending to return it to Mortis later,but a spark of curiosity ignited within him.Frank had always been wary of Mortis and his manipulative tendencies. The crypt wasfilled with secrets, and this radio might hold answers that could tip the balance in his favor. Hedecided to take a closer look.He found a quiet corner, away from prying eyes, and switched on the device. Almostimmediately, a signal came through, static crackling before Chuck's voice emerged."I've got the information," Chuck was saying. "They were planning to use the X-Sprayagainst Edgar."Frank's brow furrowed. Chuck reporting to Mortis? He had always suspected Chuck ofplaying multiple sides, but this confirmed it. Frank's mind raced. He needed to understand thefull extent of this betrayal. He took a deep breath and adjusted the radio, attempting to mimicMortis' voice as best he could."Good work, Chuck," Frank said, his voice low and gravelly. "Keep an eye on them. Weneed to control this situation carefully."There was a moment of silence before Chuck replied, "Understood." The line went dead,leaving Frank alone with his thoughts and the radio.His heart pounded as he sifted through the radio's history of signals. Each messagerevealed more of the tangled web of deception. The more he listened, the clearer it became thatChuck was a double agent, feeding information to both Mortis and himself. But why?Frank's fingers trembled slightly as he navigated through the recorded transmissions. Heneeded to find out everything. Suddenly, a message caught his attention."I've successfully stolen the Clown Pin from Byron," Chuck's voice echoed through thesmall speaker. "He had taken it from an unknown maker."Frank's breath caught in his throat. The Clown Pin? He had heard rumors of its existence,a powerful item shrouded in mystery. But now, it was real, and Chuck had it. The implications ofthis revelation were staggering.The message ended, leaving Frank in a state of shock and intrigue. The Clown Pin'spower was said to rival that of the X-Spray and the Thumbs Down Pin, potentially more potentthan anything they had encountered before.Frank's mind raced with possibilities. The discovery of the Clown Pin could shift thebalance of power dramatically. If Chuck had it, that meant he had an ace up his sleeve that couldchange everything. But there were still so many questions left unanswered. Who was theunknown maker? What was Chuck's ultimate plan? And most importantly, how could Frank usethis information to his advantage?The crypt around him seemed to close in, the weight of his discovery pressing down onhim. He knew he had to act quickly, but cautiously. The stakes had never been higher, and onewrong move could spell disaster.As he turned off the radio and slipped it into his pocket, Frank felt a renewed sense ofdetermination. The game was far from over, and he was now more deeply entrenched in itscomplexities than ever before. With the knowledge of the Clown Pin's existence and Chuck'sduplicity, he had the means to alter the course of events. Now, he just had to figure out how touse it to his advantage.Leaving the quiet corner, Frank stepped back into the crypt, his mind already formulatinga plan. The days ahead would be filled with danger and intrigue, but he was ready. He had a newpiece to play, and he intended to use it to its fullest potential.
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The Tragedy Of The Thumbs Down Pin
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