Everyone knew that Keith was a training nut.

They all knew that when Keith got bored, more often than not he could be found on the training deck or flying his lion.

They also knew that he hadn't been able to do those things while bedridden in the hospital.

Everyone knew this, and yet somehow they were still surprised when he called a team meeting less than a day after he left the hospital – the last team member to do so – and told them that they'd start training again the following morning.

He mentioned something about it being the garrison's suggestion, as well as the fact that they would be not just be training but helping with rebuilding, but it was lost amid the groans and complaints of the other paladins. They might have talked him out of it, too, but then Keith reminded them that Haggar was still out there.

That had quieted their objections – for about a month.

"Not that I don't like hanging out with you guys, but can someone explain to me whywe have to train every single day?" Lance complained, stepping out of Red after a particularly strenuous morning and stretching out his back.

"Yeah," Hunk chimed in, taking off his helmet and standing next to Lance in the Atlas's hanger. "I mean, the Galra Empire is pretty much gone, we defeated Sendak, and even if Haggar is still out there no one has heard anything about her for years. The universe is safe. Why are we training like it's not?"

"It's safe for now," Keith corrected him as he and the rest of the team joined the two boys. "We need to stay sharp; something could happen at any moment. Also, the garrison higher-ups asked us to stay visible; it reminds everyone that we're here and ready to defend them."

"And even if that weren't true," added Allura, "I wouldn't want my father's work to be locked in a hanger for who knows how long. The Lions are meant to be flown."

"Sure, but like… Every day?" Lance persisted. "We're back on Earth now; there's stuff I wanna do besides hang around the garrison all the time."

"I second that," Pidge said. "We haven't really had any free time since we've gotten back. First we fought Sendak and that mech, and then we were in the hospital, and then we got right back into training; there was no breathing room." Her eyes flicked briefly to Keith at that last part. "It's been months. I want a break."

There was a pause.

"I suppose," Allura broke the silence, "it wouldn't hurt to get out of the garrison. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing more of your home," she said with a smile.

"Maybe we could hit the marketplace in Plaht City," Hunk said excitedly. "Everyone keeps talking about it; there's food and things from all over the Voltron Coalition!"

"Yeah, I could go for some shopping," agreed Lance. "Maybe I can find something for my niece and nephew."

Everyone turned to Keith.

He sighed.

"Fine, I guess we can take a little time off and go see the market."

A cheer went up.

"Tomorrow," Keith added above their jubilant shouts. "We still have work to do today."

Everyone groaned, and despite himself Keith couldn't stop the small smile that came to his lips.

"Pineapples! Get your pineapples here!"

"Olkarian communicators! The newest model is out, people!"

"Exchange your GAC and credits for Earth currency; best rates in the galaxy!"

The shouts of merchants and peddlers rang out as the paladins, changed into casual clothes, walked down the street.

"Wow, I can't believe all of these aliens set up shop in just two months," Hunk commented. "It's… weird. I mean it's not bad – it's actually really awesome – it just feels… it feels like yesterday we were seeing an alien ship for the first time, and now we're trading food and technology and… wow."

"Doesn't feel like yesterday to me," said Pidge, adjusting her glasses. "And after seeing how connected the rest of the universe is, I'm surprised it took aliens this long to make contact."

"Technically they did make contact," remarked Keith. "Though I guess they didn't exactly advertise their presence."

"Keith, your mom's a spy. It was her job to lay low," said Lance with an eye-roll. "But yeah, I've always wondered how that one store in the Space Mall got all that Earth stuff…"

"Well, I for one am glad that Earth has been so open toward the people in the Voltron Alliance, despite being so isolated previously," said Allura. "It is truly heartening seeing so many cultures come together like this."

"Yeah," agreed Pidge, "and I gotta say having the Olkari just a phone call away has been awesome, especially when it comes to rebuilding and repairs."

All of the paladins cast an involuntary glance toward the still-decrepit buildings around them. While the scenery was nowhere near as dystopian as when they had first returned to Earth, the Battle for Earth had left scars that would take more than repairs or rebuilding to completely fade away.

Lance was the first to break the silence that had come over them.

"Hey, are those… action figures? Of us?"

Everyone snapped their attention to where Lance was pointing.

"No way," breathed Hunk, making a bee-line for the stall. Pidge was right behind him, looking excited, and Allura trailed after them with a bemused expression. Keith rolled his eyes and made to move on, but Lance pushed him from behind toward the stall.

Keith glared back at his second in command, who avoided the Black Paladin's gaze and started whistling innocently.

That was when Lance saw it.

Just to the left of the stall with the action figures was a strange metal box with what looked like some sort of fan on the top. The fan had just started to spin, and if that was all that happened Lance probably wouldn't have thought anything of it. However, as he looked at it the box also began to glow a dull red and emit a low humming sound.

Confused and curious, Lance looked up at the stall owner to ask about the device, only to find that the alien was also watching the box. Lance caught the flash of panic that crossed the merchant's features before he excused himself – something about getting more stock – and disappeared down a nearby alleyway.

Lance looked back at the box.

The fan was spinning at dangerous speeds, and the humming had risen significantly in pitch. It was also glowing a much brighter shade of red, and Lance later swore he felt heat coming off of it from ten feet away.

An instinct that was frighteningly familiar overtook him.

"Guys, watch out!" he yelled as he ran at his friends and pushed them down the street, away from the stall.

The other paladins made shouts of protest and confusion, but all that Lance could register was the voice in his head that was screaming at him to get away from the box.

Suddenly someone grabbed him by the shoulders – Keith or Allura, probably; in his agitated state Lance wasn't too sure – and tried to speak to him.

"Lance, what-"

They were interrupted by an explosion that shook the stalls and knocked them all to the ground.

Screams rang out. Lance raised his arms to block falling, flaming debris, and out of the corner of his eye he saw his friends doing the same. The sight of them alive and relatively safe was enough to slow his frantically beating heart, but then he lowered his arms and looked around.

Everything was smoke. People were shouting and running around, silhouettes in the gray haze. Lance tried to take a deep breath, but as he did so he starting coughing. He covered his nose and mouth with his jacket sleeve and stood up. A moment later Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Allura joined him.

"What… happened?" asked Hunk.

"Maybe a gas line exploded?" suggested Pidge.

"No," said Lance, glancing at Keith. The Black Paladin was peering into the haze with a dark expression, and Lance knew he had already guessed the cause of the explosion. "It was a bomb."

"A bomb?" exclaimed Allura in disbelief. "But who would… All these people…" She pressed her lips into a grim line of determination. "We have to help them."

"Right," said Keith, looking at her. "We can ask questions later." He glanced Lance. "Thanks for pushing us out of the way."

Lance smiled wryly. "Anytime."

Keith nodded, then stepped farther into the smoke. "Let's go."

A long while later the paladins found themselves back in the Atlas. They had discovered a room similar to the lounge in the Castle of Lions, and so had more or less claimed it as such at some point during the two months they had been back in action. They were all flopped on couches that were arranged in a circle, exhausted and still in their smoky, dirty clothes. No one spoke; they were too tired. It had taken forever and a day to first clear the marketplace and contact the understaffed police in the area and the garrison – the latter of which had then swooped in and taken over while asking the paladins countless questions about what had happened. Then, after that had all been taken care of, someone had mentioned paperwork.

The paladins had bolted.

"Rough day?"

The paladins looked up to see Kinkade standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" asked Keith in surprise.

"Heard about what happened at the market. Iverson sent me to tell you there's a debriefing in thirty minutes. Room 207."

A collective sigh went up.

"Guess we better get going then," said Lance, his tone weary. "Why does this place have to be so frickin' huge?"

"Thank you for coming," said Iverson, putting down a tablet as the paladins and Kinkade entered the meeting room. "Please take a seat."

The paladins needed no further invitation and collapsed into the chairs on one side of the table. Kinkade calmly sat down on the other side.

"I'll make this brief," said Iverson, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Thank God," muttered Pidge quietly.

"As you know, the explosion today was caused by a bomb," Iverson continued, ignoring her. "This bomb was determined to be alien in origin, but we are unsure exactly who made it or why they seemed to target you specifically. However, our most pressing question is how they knew where you would be today."

He paused expectantly.

"Well, it's not like we kept it a secret," said Hunk after a second. "My parents even called ahead to a few stall owners to let them know I was coming. Discounts, y'know?"

Iverson sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I thought as much," he said, then picked up his tablet. He took a moment to type and send a message before turning his attention back to those at the table.

"We can't have this happen again," he said. "I would strongly encourage you all to let your superiors and no one else know about future outings. This is just for your safety." He paused, then added, "The garrison has given you a good deal of freedom since the Battle. However, you should know that after today there's been talk of placing you under house arrest."

All of the paladins suddenly became wide awake.

"WHAT!?"

"I've convinced them otherwise for now, but let this show you how serious this issue is." Iverson said. He regarded them all seriously. "Your lives are in danger."

He stared down the paladins with his one eye until they had once again settled in their seats, albeit tensely. He spared a brief glance toward Kinkade as well, who was watching it all happen with a stoic expression.

"Now," he eventually continued, "the other thing you need to know is that the garrison is releasing an official statement on the explosion." He looked at the paladins for a moment, then sighed and seemed to brace himself. "We're calling it a gas leak. We're not telling the public about the bomb."

There were a few seconds of silence, then…

"Are you kidding me?" Pidge exclaimed, looking at Iverson with incredulity.

"I fail to see the wisdom in that," Allura bit out.

"Why not?" asked Keith sharply.

"Right now, it would just cause suspicion and panic," Iverson replied firmly. "Now, I know that sounds a lot like what Admiral Sanda would say, but hear me out. If word gets out that there was an unidentified bomber targeting the Paladins of Voltron, we would get more calls than we would know what to do with from people saying the bomber is their shifty-eyed next-door neighbor. It would hinder our investigation more than anything else."

"But-" Keith started.

Iverson slammed his hands on the table and glared at the paladins.

"This is not like the war against the Galra and Sendak!" he roared. Everyone else flinched back at the sudden outburst. "This is terrorism! And the last thing we want is a war on terror; we are simply not prepared for it! So I suggest that you sit down and shut up while your superiors handle this! We are trying to protect you!"

Silence.

Kinkade's eyebrows had almost disappeared into his hairline. Keith, Allura, and Pidge looked just about ready to murder something. Lance was looking down at the table with his jaw and fists clenched.

Hunk, however, wore a solemn expression.

"Guys," he said softly after a moment, "I don't want another war."

He looked up to find the entire table looking at him. He swallowed and focused on his teammates.

"I mean, I know you guys don't like the secrets, and neither do I," he said, "and I'm definitely not saying that this should be our M.O., but… maybe we should let someone else handle our problems. Just this once. To avoid further bloodshed."

Keith opened his mouth to say something, but Pidge beat him to it.

"But it's not just our problem!" she cried. "Don't the people deserve to know if they're in danger?"

"Yes, think of how many people were affected by the blast today!" chimed in Allura. "They should know the truth!"

"At least let us help with the investigation," Keith demanded of Iverson. "We've run Intel missions like this before, we can ask around-"

"No."

Everyone looked at Lance. He had his eyes on Iverson.

"The problem right now isn't what we or the people know," he said. "It's us."

"What do you mean?" asked Hunk. Lance looked at him.

"The bomber was targeting us," the Red Paladin said, "which means that we were the ones who put those people in danger."

"Lance," Allura said gently, "no one asked the bomber to target us."

"And maybe if the people had known that they were targeting us –"

"Then what, Pidge? They would have closed up shop, completely stopped their business just to avoid us?" Lance challenged. "That's not fair to them. We can't go anywhere, we can't do anything – heck, we're putting our families in danger again, just by existing – until the bomber is found and taken out."

"Which is why we should help with the investigation," Keith said pointedly.

Everyone looked to Iverson.

He sighed.

"I wish I had that authority, but unfortunately my own superiors, they –"

"They don't trust you," said Kinkade suddenly, speaking for the first time. He flicked his eyes up from the table to the paladins. "You jeopardized yourselves today because you gave away valuable information about your whereabouts. The higher-ups don't trust that you won't do that with the information within this investigation." He glanced at Iverson. "Am I right, sir?"

"…Yes," Iverson admitted with an air or regret. The paladins looked at him in disbelief. He sighed again. "And, unfortunately, that's all I've been permitted to tell you."

He closed his eye for a moment, then snapped it open, expression suddenly stern.

"You're all dismissed," he barked, "except for Lance and Kinkade."

The latter blinked.

The other started in surprise. "What? Why?"

Iverson didn't say anything.

There was a still, awkward pause.

"Quiznack," Keith hissed before shoving his chair back and stalking out of the room. The rest of the paladins looked at each other, then moved to more or less do the same. Kinkade and Lance stayed seated.

The door to the meeting room shut with a resounding hiss of pressurized air, and Lance couldn't help but feel that he was being sealed in.

"What the quiznack is going on?" Lance asked as soon as the door was closed. "Why did you send everyone else out?"

"The garrison wants as few people involved in this as possible," said Iverson. "I don't like it either, but I can't do anything about it without losing my job."

"Sir, if I may," interjected Kinkade, "why am I here? I don't understand why I was asked to be present for the debriefing either."

"Yeah, why is he here?" parroted Lance. "He had nothing to do with what happened."

Iverson picked up his tablet. "I assure you, all of this will make sense in a minute," he said.

He tapped the device in his hand and by doing so activated the large screen behind him. Pictures of a furry, blue alien walking in the marketplace appeared.

"During the debriefing I told you that the garrison had no information on the bomber," said Iverson. "That was a lie."

"What!?" exclaimed Lance, rising half-way out of his seat. Kinkade simply crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, waiting for Iverson to explain.

"These photos were taken by our drones less than twenty-four hours before the bomb went off," the general continued, selecting one of the pictures so that it filled the screen. The alien seemed to be messing with some sort of mechanical apparatus in an alleyway. His face was turned toward the camera.

"The device in this picture is what we can only assume to be the bomb, as its location in the picture was the center of the blast today."

Iverson tapped his screen and zoomed in on the alien's face.

"After questioning the locals, we were able to identify this individual. His name is Itzel, and he is part of an alien terrorist organization that we have been keeping an eye on for several weeks now."

"WHAT!?" Shouted Lance, standing up to his full height with a livid expression. "Why are we only hearing about this now!? Why didn't you tell the others!?"

"I still don't see what I have to do with this, sir," added Kinkade, his stoic demeanor broken by a frown.

"Right," said Iverson, putting down his tablet and turning toward Lance. "To answer your question, I'm afraid it's just like Kinkade described. My superiors no longer trust your team with sensitive information, and this right here is as sensitive as is gets." He pointed to the screen to emphasize his point. "To defeat these terrorists, we need to know everything about them, while they think that we know nothing. That means that we can't risk anything of what we know slipping out to the public. And to my superiors, that also means that this meeting is completely confidential. Nothing gets out. You can't tell anyone what you hear in this room, including – and especially – the rest of the paladins. "

Lance worked his jaw, too angry to formulate words. Kinkade spoke in his stead.

"But sir, why are we being told this?" he asked, a note of frustration edging his voice.

The general paused, then bowed his head slightly.

"Boys, there's no easy way to put this so I'll be blunt." He raised his head and looked at each of them in turn.

"The garrison wants you two to take out this terrorist group before it becomes any more of a threat."

Lance and Kinkade glanced at each other in surprise. There were several ticks of silence.

"…How are we supposed to do that?" asked Lance eventually, his tone less angry and more curious.

"By cutting off the head – or, heads, in this case," replied Iverson, sounding resigned. He tapped his tablet and pictures of two different aliens filled the screen. "These are the two most powerful people in the terrorist group," he said. "The one on the left is Yeliab. Our Intel indicates that he's in charge of resources. Take him out and these people lose the majority of their money and supplies."

Kinkade simply nodded, but Lance studied the alien. He seemed to be of the same species of Nyma, though the head… ear… things were shorter, and he had several purple spots decorating his green face like freckles.

"The one on the right is Nitsua," Iverson continued. "She's in charge of operations and a brilliant tactician. Get rid of her and the organization won't be half as organized." Lance noted with surprise that Nitsua was one of the Olkari.

"Why would an Olkari try to bomb Voltron?" he wondered aloud, sitting down again as he did so.

"That's the only thing we haven't been able to find out," Iverson replied. "But it hardly matters. These people have proven to be a threat to those on Earth, and so they need to be taken out."

"But why us? Surely there are people better qualified," pointed out Kinkade.

"Actually, there aren't," Iverson corrected him gravely. "The fact of the matter is that we lost a lot of people in the Battle for Earth, and while we have made many alien allies they have yet to be integrated into our ranks. That means that we have limited options when it comes to missions that require specialized skills."

Lance quirked an eyebrow.

"In other words," Kinkade spoke up, "we're the only snipers in the garrison with the experience needed to carry out an operation like this."

"Yes."

There was a heartbeat of silence.

"So, you want us to assassinate the leaders of a terrorist organization because we're the only ones who can?" Lance asked.

"I just said that," said Kinkade.

"No I know," said Lance, glancing at him, "I'm just hoping that the more I hear the idea, the less insane it'll sound."

"Trust me, we wouldn't be asking if we weren't desperate," interjected Iverson, drawing back the boys' attention. "As they proved today, this group is becoming more and more dangerous. We need to stop them. Now."

The boys looked at each other, then back at Iverson.

"Do we have a choice?" Lance asked.

Iverson picked up his tablet with a sad expression.

"No," he said as he began to pull up the mission details.

A couple of hours later, Lance dragged his feet into the paladin lounge. It was late, and that combined with the rough day had Lance practically dead on his feet. He knew that he probably should have gone straight to bed, but he had left his bag with his purchases – a doll for his niece and a toy hovercraft for his nephew – from the market in the lounge. Maybe tomorrow, before he left, he could ask Veronica to deliver them.

Lance sighed, remembering the apologetic look in Iverson's eye as he told them that they would have to leave the garrison at around 0900 hours to reach their targets' location. Kinkade had simply accepted the information and moved on, as he seemed wont to do, but Lance was still taken aback by how quickly things were moving. It wasn't that he couldn't keep up mentally – no, missions like this were his strong suit; if anything Lance was in his element – but he couldn't shake the feeling that something about this whole mess was… off.

However, he was too tired to dwell on the issue. Besides, as far he could tell most of what Iverson had said had made sense – even if he wasn't happy about some of it. He figured that if something was really wrong, he would remember it in the morning after a good night's rest. He yawned as he stepped into the circle of couches.

He stopped short.

The rest of the paladins were there, sprawled on the furniture in varying positions – all still in their day clothes and sound asleep.

Hunk was snoring lightly, lying flat on his back. Allura was curled up at the end of the same couch near his feet. Keith looked like he had dozed off while sitting up, and Pidge was laid out at his side with her computer still open on her lap.

Lance smiled, a warm feeling rising in his chest.

As silently as he could, he made his way to the only open couch left. He didn't even bother to take off his shoes as he laid himself on the cushions. He yawned again, then took out his phone and set ten different alarms for the next morning.

He would need extra time to make his way through the Atlas and get ready before the mission.

Keith woke up first.

The Black Paladin, being the light sleeper that he was, had been jolted from his peaceful slumber the second Lance's first alarm had gone off. Immediately he had begun looking around for the cause of the insistent beeping, thinking that it was an actual alarm, and had been confused when he realized the sound was coming from Lance.

It was only then that reality came into focus.

Keith sighed as the events of the previous day came back to him. He figured that Lance had come back from his meeting after they had all fallen asleep waiting for him, though why he had set such an early alarm Keith didn't know.

He went over to Lance's couch and saw his phone right next to his ear, blaring away to no effect. Keith shook his head incredulously and turned the alarm off; maybe he and everyone else could sleep in a little more before training. It had been a rough day yesterday, after all.

Keith sat back down and settled into a comfortable sleeping position. He began to drift off after a couple of minutes, but was interrupted by Lance's phone going off again.

Keith growled softly and once again went to turn it off, but when he sat back down he felt Pidge shift next to him. He waited until she stilled before leaning back…

And the alarm went off a third time.

Keith grit his teeth. Pidge groaned softly, and when he looked over he saw Hunk and Allura beginning to stir as well.

As he went to Lance's phone, Keith prayed that he had only set three alarms. It seemed a reasonable amount, given how heavy a sleeper Lance was. Any more would just be excessive.

Right?

…

Apparently wrong.

This time Keith couldn't stop a quiet, "Are you serious?" from escaping his lips. He jabbed his finger at Lance's phone, then turned around to see Pidge finally awake and squinting at him.

"Wha's goin' on?" she slurred.

"Lance's alarm has gone off four times," Keith whispered angrily. "It's pissing me off and waking everybody up."

Pidge yawned and reached up to her face, checking to see if she was still wearing her glasses. She was.

"Right, give it here," she said sleepily, sitting up and putting her laptop on the floor.

Keith handed her the phone.

"Hmm, password protected," she said after a second. "I could try to go around it, but Lance would probably be up by the time I did. Alternatively, we could try to guess it."

At that moment Lance's fifth alarm went off, making Pidge jump. She quickly tapped the red X that appeared on the lock screen.

"Quiznack that's loud."

"Ugh, can't we have fifteen more minutes?" came a voice suddenly from the other side of the room. Keith and Pidge turned to see Hunk sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

Keith sighed. "Sorry buddy, it's Lance's alarms. We're trying to turn them off."

"Why not ask him to do it?" suggested the Yellow Paladin, yawning.

Keith considered it. "If Allura wakes up –"

"Mmm… What time is it?" the princess in question interrupted, lifting her head from the arm of her and Hunk's couch. "Are we training today?"

All eyes turned to Keith. "Yes," he said, "but first –"

Lance's sixth alarm began beeping. Keith's hands clenched into fists.

"Ok, that's it." He stomped over to the Red Paladin. "Lance!" he shouted. The boy's face twitched, but beyond that there was no reaction. "Lance, come on! Stop pissing me off!"

Pidge snickered and Keith shot her a glare. Lance still slept on.

Hunk then got up and walked over to him "Hey, buddy," he said gently, rocking the boy's shoulder. "Come on, it's time to get up."

This time Lance did shift, but only to roll over – turning away from his friends.

"This could take a while," Hunk warned.

Lance's seventh alarm then sounded.

The other paladins tried to wake him up, with varying degrees of success. By the time Lance's ninth alarm went off, he had opened his eyes twice – only to close them and immediately fall asleep again.

"Is something wrong with him?" asked Allura, her voice tinged with concerned. "He's not usually like this."

"No," agreed Hunk, "but it was a long day yesterday, especially for him. That combined with the exhaustion from training these past few weeks… I think it just all caught up to him."

The tenth and final alarm beeped. Keith sighed in resignation. "Well, at this point –"

"Out of the way, I've got this!" Pidge suddenly yelled from the doorway. The others looked up in surprise; no one had even seen her leave, yet there she was – holding a large glass of ice water.

Everyone stepped back.

Pidge walked up to Lance. "I used to wake Matt up like this," she said with a grin. Then she dumped the entire twenty-two ounces of frigid H2O on the Red Paladin's head.

Lance leaped off the couch with a shriek, narrowly missing Pidge with his arm.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" he shouted after he regained his bearings, scowling at each of them.

"You wouldn't wake up," said Keith, crossing his arms and glaring at him. "Even after ten alarms, and all of us trying to –"

"Wait, ten alarms?" Lance interrupted, anger draining from his face and eyes widening. "What time is it?"

Surprised at his sudden shift in reaction, the paladins didn't answer. Lance snatched up his phone.

"Quiznack," he breathed. "Ok, well I'm not late yet."

"Um… late for what?" asked Hunk as Lance started looking around him.

"Where's my bag?" he asked instead of answering Hunk.

"You mean this one?" said Allura, picking it up from the floor and holding it out to him. "Lance, what are you late for?"

Lance grabbed his things and made for the door. "I have a mission with Kinkade at 0900."

"What?" said Keith in surprise. "Is that what your meeting was about last night?"

"Yup."

Lance suddenly stopped in the doorway as he remembered what he had learned the night before, and realized that this could be his only chance to tell the others the truth. He turned to his friends, opened his mouth… and spotted the security camera in the corner of the room. Iverson's warnings came back to him. If the garrison higher-ups caught him spilling top-secret information, Paladins of Voltron or not there would be consequences for him and his friends. He closed his mouth and swallowed.

"I promise I'll explain everything when I get back," he said, looking each of his friends in the eyes. Then he smirked. "Don't do anything crazy while I'm gone."

And with that, he left.

So yeah, this was supposed to be a two-shot but when I got to ~12000 words and I still wasn't done I realized that was wishful thinking. Oh well!

Please review with constructive criticism; it keeps me motivated to finish fics that aren't one-shots.

Thanks to HopefulHelpful for beta'ing!