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Sorry it took so long to update, won't happen again! in the middle of this chapter the POV switches, just a heads up, Enjoy!

suggested mood music- choke by hybrid
superstar by sonic youth

The Assignment

5 months later

. . .

Bella looked into her rearview mirror at the line of cars forming behind her. She sighed and waved, telling them to pass. Their horns blared angrily they drove by. She looked at the speedometer, 45. 45 in a 65mph zone. This is fucking ridiculous. She sighed and turned up the radio, which seemed to be the one and only thing that functioned in the car.

It had been five months. Rick decided Bella needed to relocate and far away, somewhere she couldn't easily be found. So she hunted on the west coast, constantly moving around. She decided to never hunt with other slayers, felt she was putting them at risk by association. This unfortunately included Rick, whom she now only communicated with via telephone.

Bella somewhat understood why she was cursed with this red truck.

She totaled five cars in the last month. No one seemed to understand that everything's a liability when she's hunting. Sometimes, the easiest way to kill a vampire was to impale him/her with a car. Flame throwers were good too. Her cell buzzed on the passenger's seat.

"What the hell Rick?!" She cursed into her phone.

"Oh so you've made it to Forks!" he said. "How was your flight? Oh and I suppose you've seen your new car-"

"Are you kidding me?! Im pushing 50 and it feels like its going to fall apart!" The car actually was shaking. "And im not the only fan!" She growled as the driver of a Camero screamed a string of profanities as he sped past. She loved driving fast, it was one of the few joys she retained. Why not a nice car?

"Bella, after what you did to the McLauren, the Veyron….the Enzo…we just don't have the funds!" Rick chuckled. "Best I can do. Stop whining."

Bella sighed. "Sorry, I haven't slept. Or ate. Or smoked."

"Besides," Rick continued. "We're trying to remain inconspicuous. Something as gaudy as an Enzo wouldn't really 'fit in'."

Bella pulled the car to a stop in front of a small house that belonged to the address Rick had given her. Bella leaned forward till her forehead hit the steering wheel. She sat, hunched over, breathing slowly. "…Bella?" Rick asked after a few minutes.

"Any…" She began, but stopped mid thought. Bella hated moving around, running. Hiding. "Any progress on…" Rick waited for her to finish, though he knew exactly what she was asking.

"Dameon" He finished the question for her, his voice was low, serious. What Bella hated more than anything, was the fact that no matter how hard she tried, how long it had been, how much she had changed, his name still made her skin crawl and her stomach clench.

Rick was quiet for a moment, Bella heard him take a deep breath. "Unfortunately, no. He's become nearly untraceable…" Bella sat up, and started biting at her finger nail on her thumb, staring blankly out the windshield.

"What about Hadrian…anything connected with him is-"

"Connected with Dameon, I know. But he's disappeared too." Ricks voice stayed low, but was full of concern "Bella…I don't like you staying by yourself, especially if we're unable to monitor his activity." Bella hated it too, being alone and not knowing where He was at all times. But it was necessary, she didn't want to risk other's well being for the sake of company, it was selfish. She knew by now not to get involved, even platonically, with anyone. She once said she was like some kind of poison—get anywhere near me, and you're lucky if you just die.

"If I could come-"

"Rick, you know that's out of the question, especially because you are unable to locate him. I can't let anyone get hurt because of me, Rick…not again." Bella sighed. "Besides, I can take care of myself. " She took the keys out of the ignition and tucked them in her jacket pocket, then got out of the car to further inspect the truck.

It truly was a mess. The red paint was faded, yellow in some spots, hub caps and bumper rusted, as well as the corners inside the truck bed. The hood was shabby, the front left side dented she didn't bother looking under it. The ancient parts might disingrate when exposed, Bella thought. She pulled two black duffle bags from the passenger seat and slammed the car door. Her hand was speckled with rust. "You don't make sense Bella, that is exactly why you need protection! Not isolation, you are being completely irrational…" Bella ignored him, wiping her hand on her jeans.

"Rick, this car is a piece of shit." Bella said, matter of factly. Rick sighed. They've had this argument before, and he knew it was a hopeless cause. So he let it drop…again.

Before Bella stood the tattered façade of a brick ranch house, with a single garage, small front porch, a few shuttered windows, and a maple tree towering over the roof's slated black shingles.

"How do I get in?" Bella asked, starring at the house. "Try the front door!" Rick chuckled, though still upset. Bella walked up and jiggled the handle but the door was locked.

"Its locked," she murmered.

"Did you try turning the handle-"

"That's what im doing, its not opening-"

"Try shaking it-" Bella shook the handle furiously.

"Turn it to the left-"

"I AM turning it to the left!"

"Well then try turning it to the right," She turned it in the other direction.

" Maybe if you push-" Bella grabbed the knob with both hands, leaned into the door and pushed. Her feet slid, but the door didn't budge. She was about to just kick it open.

"Couldn't you give me a key?"

"Someone was supposed to have stopped over earlier and open it for you-"

"Ahhh," Bella stalked around to the back of the ranch house. There was a small deck that branched off from two sliding glass doors. She dropped her duffel bags, cradled the phone between her cheek and shoulder and went to pry open the glass doors. They came apart with ease.

"A ha!" She exclaimed, and stepped into the dark, what looked like, kitchen of the house. "Im in," she said, as she was fumbling for a light switch.

"Excellent! Now you are standing in the kitchen, sink, stocked refrigerator, dishwasher, stove, microwave… the works. There should be a small dining room table. The room across from the kitchen, is the living room; two couches, a recliner, a TV with cable, fireplace. Next to the kitchen should be three steps leading to a hallway. There are two bedrooms, a bathroom complete with shower, and a small laundry room. Make yourself at home!"

Bella peeked apathetically into the living room and up the steps into the hallway.

"On the kitchen table there should be an envelope," Rick said. "There should be directions. That's all you need for now, later you'll receive your home phone number, street address, map of forks, contact list, birth certificate, driver's license and admission papers-"

"Admission papers?" Bella didn't know what he was talking about. Admission into what? She thought as she fingered the envelope.

"You'll need those for your latest commission." Rick said.

"And how exactly will I be receiving said commission?" I.S.U was always creative with secrecy when it comes to transactions with commissions. The slayers received their targets and info from their I. C or interceder. Rick was Bella's I.C. until she refused to let him work with her. Hell, she felt bad for the poor guy they assigned to her tonight. It was always dangerous to be associated with Bella.

"You can meet your interceder tonight, at Sunni's Bar. He'll have your new target, and those documents I mentioned."

"Why not just tell me now?" Bella made her way over to the fridge, and brooded through its contents.

"And what? Ruin the surprise? Heck no, and hey you need the extra 8 hours or so off. " Rick semi-commanded.

Bella rolled her eyes. Like a little time off could help her. But she was exhausted, as she could tell by her increasingly sour mood.

"Bells…are you sure you want to keep doing this?" Of course she did. It was the only thing she had left to live for.

"Okay, well thanks Rick." She ignored his question, again. "I'm going to get settled in- I'll call if I need anything." She closed the fridge and walked over the sink, staring out the window that was above it. Wow is this place green.

"Alright well, ill see you later Bella, be safe." She closed her phone. Be safe, she thought. Fat chance.

"Hmph," Bella sighed. She moved to go back outside to get her bags, but walked into the glass door instead with a big thud. "SHIT!" Bella held her nose, and blinked a few times. Slid the door open carefully and retrieved her bags.

. . .

Bella dumped the contents of her smaller duffle bag onto her bed. Clothes. Toiletries. Ipod. Shoes. And a blue box, which she hastily placed it under the bed, without looking at it. She went to the bathroom and threw her stuff on the counter, then went back to her room and threw her clothes, along with her shoes, into the bottom of her closet.

"Well I'm unpacked." She stood, hands on hips, and looked around the room. It was small; a desk with computer, nightstand, dresser with mirror, small closet with sliding doors, a window and a rocking chair.

She grabbed her Ipod and plugged it into the computer speakers; Sonic youth, superstar. Then she grabbed the other duffle bag and plopped it on the bed, pulled a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket, and lit one. Smoking's addictive, she thought.

long ago

and oh so far away

I fell in love with you

"Forks…" Forks, she thought, what am I doing in Forks? Rick had said she'd get her assignment tonight, but when? There couldn't possibly be too many vampires in this town. Hell, there aren't enough people. She stared out the window, and blew out a string of smoke. Although I could understand why they'd want to be here. It hadn't stop raining since she arrived in Seattle, five hours ago. A sunny day seemed oh too sparse for the town of forks.

"Green, green, green" Bella put the cigarette back in her mouth and unzipped the black duffle bag. "And wet, wet, wet." She pulled out two boot knives and unsheathed them, examining their blades. "Ill need a new coat, and boots." She said to herself

don't you remember you told me you love me baby

you said you'd be coming back this way again baby

"baby baby baby baby oh baby!" She pulled out a kurki knife, and traced the curved blade with her finger.

But then again, there are a lot of hiding places. The hoh rainforest had to be at least 38 km in perimeter. Lots of hiding places, full of juicy campers. She picked up two butterfly knives and spun them in her hands. Then she picked up a neck knife, and put it on her nightstand. A blade, like a small sword, with a sheath that wrapped around her waist the flat hilt hid between her shoulder blades, went in the closet.

She took out a browning 9x19 mm handgun, and cocked it to her reflection in the mirror. Silver ammo, for werewolves of course. The browning would never work on a vampire, at most it would make them hesitate and wonder if you were really that stupid. No, the sawed off shotgun was for vampires, it'd kill anything at close proximity, and at least maim from a distance. But Bella preferred knives to guns; knives give you more time to savor the kill.

She emptied the rest of the duffle bags contents into the top drawer of the dresser; a machete, tanto, bulldog, mercator, nemean, kapteyn and her favorite; the grim reaper.

She looked up into the mirror. The blue eyes of her reflection quivered. The white blonde, wavy hair was pulled back into a high bun, a few rebellious strands lay on the forehead.. The skin was pale, only a few shades darker than the hair, the face was slim, as was the figure. Bella traced her high cheek bones, with her finger tips, and the bruise like shadows under her eyes. Her arms were covered in what looked like thick white spider webs, though up close you could see they were actually little crescent shaped scars, that went from her shoulder blades to her wrists. She lightly traced the scars on her left arm with the tips of her fingers, when her hand came down to her left thigh, she immediately recoiled, and stared back into her reflection.

I look like crap. She sighed, and smothered her cigarette on the top of the dresser. The song on her ipod changed to Choke by Hybrid. Bella went and plopped down on her bed, and stayed starring at the ceiling.

What was she supposed to do now? She was too hungry to eat, too tired to sleep, and too lazy to go run or drive anywhere.

She waited, five minutes just listening to the music. Not thinking, just listening, starring. Then she reached for another cigarette, but knocked the pack off her nightstand and under her bed.

She groaned and pulled herself off the bed and onto the floor to reach for the pack. But her hand met the blue box. She recoiled and cringed away from it, but after a few seconds hesitantly reached for it-No, don't do this to yourself. She pleaded. But Bella pulled the blue box out, and traced the gold design on the lid. She traced the embroidered letters on the corner, ANYA. It had been long since she had last opened it.

Without breathing, she removed the lid.

Inside, a ring, a small copper star, a pocket watch, and a piece of paper. She slowly, delicately reached for the ring, but recoiled. She could feel her throat getting heavy. She collected herself, and again delicately reached for the ring, she picket it up and placed it in the palm of her hand, and slowly folded her fingers around it. Then quickly brought it to her chest, and hugged her hand.

What am I doing? She thought. It had been so long. So long, since she thought about them. She knew it would hurt her later. She carefully placed the ring back in the box, and moved to touch the piece of paper. Don't! she pleaded with herself, but her hand kept moving.

She pulled the piece of paper out of the box, and flipped it over, to reveal a miniature family portrait. In the portrait, was a tall, handsome man with long white blonde hair, delicate pale skin, and strong prominent features and broad shoulders. He looked wise, powerful, and though his lips were pressed into a thin line, laugh lines around the corners of his lips manifested a history of smiles.

His large hand was placed on another mans shoulder, who was sitting down, this man was younger but looked such familiar features of the older man, that only natural relation could explain, though the young man didn't try to conceal his large warm smile. They looked happy, comfortable. And beside the younger man was a girl, slim, with long wavy blonde hair, high cheek bones and blue eyes…no. Bella's stomach fell, and she quickly put the photograph back into the box along with ring and shoved it back under her bed.

She hugged her stomach, and she could feel a sob rising in her throat. But she stifled it. I hate being alone, she thought. Why couldn't Rick just give me the damn assignment, I cant be left alone to let myself think. Think of…she trailed off.

Her Ipod stopped playing, the play list must've ended. The clock said 6:10. She got up off the floor, and decided she needed to stop thinking and supress the memories.

The only way to do that was to fall into a deep, unconsious sleep. Nyquil.She went into the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of Nyquil and swallowed double the dose required. That should do it. She went back to her room, didn't bother undressing, threw her cell phone on the nightstand, took off her boots and put the neck knife under her pillow. She laid on the bed as she had before, and starred, unthinking, until she finally fell asleep.

. . .

Blood, all she could see was the blood. Everywhere, their blood. She turned to see two hands, reaching for her-

"NO!" Bella woke to the sound of her own screams, her forehead and cheeks were damp with sweat, her chest moving quickly in and out, the sound of her own rasping quick breaths.

"No!" She yelled less forcefully. Her thigh, her left thigh burned, she moved her hand to it, and she could feel it, she could feel the scars. It was burning, with searing pain.

She jolted up and ran frenetically to the bathroom, ripped off her jeans; her left thigh was covered in gauze and surgical tape. She clawed at it and she could still feel the raised scars, "Not enough…Not enough!" She ripped open the covert under the sink and grabbed a spool of white tape and a bag of gauze.

She began wrapping it around her thigh, over the already bandaged area, layering it with gauze, then tape over and over again, and until her hands shook too furiously for her to peel tape. She collapsed on the floor gagging, tearlessly sobbing.

She dug her hands into her hair and brought her knees to her chest. She laid there, all she could see was her brother's face, her fathers, and then his face.

She screamed, and continued sobbing. She new better than to have opened that box, what would happen, the dreams.

She lay there hysterical, tormented, crying until she passed out from exhaustion.

. . .

When she woke, her throat was dry and her eyes were raw. Her forehead and hair damp with sweat. The side of her face and her lower back hurt from sleeping on the floor. When she sat up her stomach lurched, and she scrambled to the toilet to gag up the few contents left in her stomach. "Ahhhh…" she groaned as she pulled her head out of the toilet and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. She stood up and turned the bathroom sink on, and stuck her head in, letting the cold water run through her hair, cool her face and run into her mouth. She flipped her hair back when it was thoroughly soaked, showering the mirror over head with drops of water.

Itd been so long, so long since shes had a dream, an episode. Five months. She took deep breaths in and out, supressing any thought revolving around her dream, burrying it in the back of her mind. She didnt want to think any more of it. She shivered.

Bella wiped the droplets off the mirror with her hand and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass, filled it with tap water, and looked at the clock on the wall. Fuck. Its 11:30. She was going to be late. That was horrible, she thought, pained. Bella sighed, sat up and downed the glass of water and went back to her room to dress for the meeting with her I.C.

. . .

(Bella POV)

Halfway to the bar, my hands began to shake. I was probably just dehydrated. I hadn't eaten or drank anything within the last ten hours, and threw up whatever was left. But then again, my mind kept wandering back to the dream…the nightmare.

The bar was easy to find, it was on the very out skirts of Port Angles. There were many bars, a few strip clubs and of course the tattoo parlors. It seemed this part of town catered to a more disreputable clientele. The streets were lined with the cars of regulars and bar hoppers alike, all looking for some fun. I had to park about two blocks from the bar. It meant a walk through the part of town that I don't think most women would want to be alone in after dark. Of course, most women wouldn't be armed.

Under my leather jacket were wrist sheaths with two knives, two other blades in my boots, the small sword and sheath around my waist, and the grim reaper tucked under my jeans on my right thigh. All I had to do was reach in my right pocket and pull it out. Oh and of course, the browning was tucked into its shoulder holster, hanging on my left side. Muggers beware.

It had stopped raining now, and fairly humid. I was tempted to peel off my leather jacket however, many humans weren't accustomed to seeing cutlery outside of the kitchen and decided against it. Besides, people tend to stare at the scars.

I looked in the rearview mirror at my reflection. I sighed, displeased at how disheveled I looked, but I didn't really care too much. I was more looking to repel rather then attract tonight. I let my hair down, and brushed my fingers through it, letting pale curls spill onto my shoulders. Better.

There was absolutely nothing sunny about Sunni's. I stood in the threshold and looked around. It was packed. I was right about one thing, it does really cater to a scary ass crowd, full of women in leather, and men who looked like they had advanced degrees in crime. The air was thick with cigarette smoke creating a haze like fog that hung in the air. I unbuttoned my jacket halfway so I could easily reach the browning, if prompted. But I was too flustered to be intimidated, or more likely trying to restrain myself from going to complete hysterics.

I waded/ pushed my way through the crowd to far end of the long, wooden bar, sitting parallel to the entrance, so I could see both room and door.

Who the hell would pick this place to meet? Most transfers happen at grocery stores, shops, more publicly appealing/ safer places.

I sat down, and with still shaking hands pulled out my cigarettes and disposable lighter. I took a deep breath in, and let it out. Trying to concentrate on lighting the cigarette. I put it between my teeth, and tried to light it, my thumb clumsily fumbling with the switch, and I gave up. Someone offered a metal butane lighter at the cigarette.

I looked up at the bar tender, a very tall man with remnants of athleticism in his upper torso. I smiled thankfully, and held the cigarette in the flame. When it was lit his flipped it close, and asked. "What can I get you?" something strong, I wanted to say, but realized I didn't have a "valid" I.D. for this state yet and decided against it.

"Coke, please." I replied. He turned to grab a glass and fill it from a hose. The area between my shoulder blades tingled, and I felt a rush of air on my neck. I turned; hand reaching for the grim reaper, but no one was there.

When I turned again the bartender had brought my drink, I nodded thanks, and drank greedily. I really was dehydrated, and carbonated drinks aren't the best for that, but I didn't want to ask for water in a bar. In my opinion, drinking, eating and sleeping are the most inconvenient and debilitating necessities. Think of where we'd be if we didn't have to be handicapped by such things, we'd be like…well vampires. Sometimes I do envy them for that, and I've always wonder why God decided to encumber the good guys with such limitations. Oh the many splendid things a vampire could do while all the humans sleep.

When I finished, the bar tender was back, this time with a blinder, and grey goose martini. Oh great. "Thanks," I said as he set them down. "Who are they from?" The bartender nodded at the end of the bar. I looked past his broad frame to see two stiffs with lust in their eyes. One winked at me and smirked. Eh, alcohol with strings attached, accepting the drink meant accepting the offer that came with it. No thanks. But I was still thirsty. I took the martini but made sure to flick them off before I brought it to my lips.

"Bell-La!" I jumped, sloshing vodka onto my wrist. I whirled to slug the bastard that surprised me but faltered when I met the gaze of Harvey McCue. "Oh." I stared in disbelief. Harvey was tall, a good six inches above me, he had a lean muscular build, with long red spiky hair. He was a fae (you know, magic and such) from Germany none the less, good looking, but also annoying, a lech, and a complete jackass.

"Please tell me you are not my I.C," I whined. Harvey looked pleased.

"Would that be such a bad thing Mausi?" He used the German pet name to piss me off. He's discreet about his origin, and his accent is hardly noticeable. He sat down and grabbed the blinder, toasting to the stiffs across the bar. They glared back at him, sour faced for moving in on their prospective lay.

"Yes, it would. And don't call me that." Harvey and I have worked together on several cases before, all disastrous and only successful at my expense. On more than one occasion I ended up in the hospital, with holes, gashes or partially maimed because of his misjudgment or misinformation. One case, I shot a scruffy German Shepard because Harvey swore it was a deformed rouge werewolf. And the bastard left me to apologize and explain to the elderly owners why I killed Sparky.

I don't necessarily trust Harvey any more. I requested that I be reassigned an I.C, but apparently I.S.U didn't get it, or they were pissed at me for some reason. "I requested our partnership be taboo, why are you here?" It also unnerved me that I couldn't sense him, fae in general, like I could werewolves or vampires.

"Seems I'm the only one left who'll take you!" He smirked. "Your previous I.C. s left the job with injuries or worse. I guess were just meant to be together-" He draped his arm around the back of my chair and leaned into me.

"Fuck you." I was mad because it was true. I leaned away.

"Are you offering?" He raked me over with his eyes, still smirking.

"…No. Do you have the assignment or are you just here to harass me?"

"Of course, Mausi." He leaned back and withdrew a large envelope from under his jacket, and held it out for me. I took it and opened it. Inside were all the documents Rick promised, license, passport, medical records, back ground info, admission papers, forms etc. And a letter:

Hello,

We are glad to hear you've arrived in Forks, Washington. For your assignment, the Washington Intermediate Unit has reported recent rouge vampiric activity in Forks. Employees claimed to have seen two males and a female lurking around the city of Seattle, however they recently have been spotted in Forks, at the local high school.

Vampires at a high school? How sadistic.

Find the vampires, and end their proliferation of rapacity.

Washington Legation,

I. S. U

Three vampires… not bad, at least ones a female.

"Should be easy for you," Harvey said. I looked up from the letter. "Three rouge vampires. They've been munching very conspicuously on the campers. 's bad for tourisim. The police are getting ruffled."

"No physical description?" How exactly am I to pin point three vampires with out one?

"Nine." He said it like he was saying the number. "Shouldnt be hard to find, how many vampires could possibly be at a high school?"

High school. Oh God. Ah, I didn't think about that. A hell hole full of smelly, obnoxious, dramatic, angst-y, asshole teenagers and their non confirmative sub culture. Oh and I wont be able to smoke. Fuck. No, three vampires were nothing compared to high school. It felt so ridiculous; me the bad ass slayer going under cover at a high school. I sighed. My job just wasn't fun anymore.

Harvey laughed at my solemn expression; a harsh, unnerving sound. "I figured you wouldn't approve." He reached under his coat again and pulled another envelope, this one smaller. "You've had several offers, you've grown quite popular. Here's the most expensive." He handed it to me. The most expensive hits were always the hardest; Harvey chose them because he gets some of the profit for being the messenger. "A master vampire from Seattle wants to meet Juno." Slaying was my main job, bounty hunting was a hobby, though my hobby definitely paid off more than my normal job. Juno is my alias, after the landing beach on D-day. I opened the smaller envelope. It read a time, date and location where I would meet the "customer".

9:00
Nov. 11
114 Smallmen's Street, Seattle, WA

"That's Thursday." I said.

"Good, ill come."

"Like hell you will." I pocketed the envelopes, snatched up my cigarettes and lighter and laid two dollars on the bar for the drink.

"Come on Mausi, you know how much fun I can be." He grabbed my left arm, I whirled drawing the grim reaper from my pocket and pressed the tip against his stomach. I leaned in until our faces were inches apart.

"Listen, die Drecksau, don't think I've forgiven you for the many times you managed to fuck up my assignments before, and I certainly won't forgive you if you fuck this one up too. If I'm being forced to work with you, lets get one thing clear; throw me under the bus again and I will kill you." I split the kill into two syllables, emphasizing each.

"Mausi," he said with a grin. As if I were teasing, Hah. Hah.

He let go of my arm, and I sheathed the reaper. I turned and started to push my way to the door. "And stop calling me that!" I yelled over my shoulder. When I looked back, he was gone.

. . .

By the time I got home it was around 2:00. I managed to find a grocery store along the way that was open at this ungodly hour, and picked up a few things. The ancient truck also slowed my pace down a bit.

I took of my jacket and the blade at my lower back. The hilt made things awkward when you were trying to be comfortable. I put the cold groceries in the fridge and grabbed a box of Fruit Loops cereal along with the envelope from I. S. U and headed for the living room. I turned on the TV and started munching on the dry cereal.

High school. Holy hell. Id never actually had to go to high school, I was home schooled. But I knew what high schools were like. Well, I've been around long enough, I should know. It seemed so weird. Why would vampires want to go to a high school?

Maybe they were just waiting to attack. Or they chose to assimilate with their prey before they ripped their throats out. Hmm. Well whatever they're doing, its wrong; targeting the kiddies, sick. Their control must be strong if they can be in such close proximity with humans for such an extended period. It's almost impressive. Well, Ill have to get them before they harm anyone.

I wondered what I had done to I. S. U to piss them off; Harvey and the crappy assignments. Did they know about my other job? Would it matter? I didn't think it would. I might be wrong, id have to talk to Rick later.

I looked at the clock; 2:39, well there's no point in wasting another day. I need the distraction, so I trudged upstairs to the shower and to prepare myself, for one hell of an assignment.

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