Your Hand That Brought Change
II: Operation Magnet Train
"Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?"
-Virgil
Green stared at the intercom in disbelief. Of course it was a hijacking, with all the black dressed grunts and the smoking gun. What was the guy thinking in stating the obvious, that this was a trip to the mall?
The intercom continued on. "No one makes a move, if you do, then things would get ugly. Wouldn't want that to happen, right? Anywho, this is how it works. All kids are to be led to the last two carts where they'll be restrained like everyone else. From this point on, struggling and talking would be prohibited. If you do, well..."
What seems to be the leading grunt smiled much wider, carelessly showing off the handgun still in his possession.
"You'll be punished."
Green winced at the ominous implication held in that statement.
The voice instantly went back to a lighter tone. "But that's okay! As long as the police cooperates and give us what we want, you'll be released in a hour or so. No struggling then, wouldn't want blood on our hands~ I'll leave you to your own business now, so bye-bye."
With a last crackle, the intercom was once again silenced. Now all attention were placed on the leading grunt. "You heard what he said, all kids younger than eighteen follow me!"
Those of the requirements grudgingly followed the grunt as more grunts surrounded all sides. While the harsh silence hung in the air, Green's mind was racing through the many scenarios that can happen. 'This is bad, if I was alone then it would be easy to overpower the grunt for the gun and get out of here. However, other civilians are here that can become obstacles and easy hostages. Plus, it is unknown if the other grunts have weapons on them as well. This is Team Rocket we are talking about, so it's best to go along for now.'
Team Rocket was an underground syndicate that usually centered around drug dealing. However, recent developments had shown reports of unusual activities conducted by them that was out of their area. These days, the newspapers were all about the crimes conducted by them like thievery, genetic experiments, gang fights, and, Green winced, murders. The latest article was about a single mother found with her skull crushed in her house at Lavender Town. Some precious items were declared missing, and the four-year-old boy found in the scene of the crime was sent to the nearest orphanage.
'Yep,' Green thought as ropes were dug into his wrists, though the pain was incomparable to the heartbreaking scenes of kids torn out of parents' grasps. 'Now is not the time to take actions. Not yet.'
Around tens of kids were squeezed together in the last cart with a lesser amount of kids were placed in the cart next to it. The sounds of the wheel turning could be heard, though nothing was coming out of the kids' mouths. Sniffles were heard everywhere, and while snots were dripping out of their noses, they were incapable of wiping them away. Even though Green was as worried as all of them, that doesn't excuse the bacteria that seemed to be rolling in the air.
"I-I want my Mommy!" a girl yelled, as the pressure finally gotten to her. With her open wailing, this started off a chain reaction of crying kids. Amongst all their screeching, Green could imagine that he busted one of his eardrums.
"I'm scared, where's Mama?"
"I want my Poppy!"
"WAHHH!"
'Uggh! I'm not sure what's going to kill me first, Team Rocket or all these annoying cries!' Green venomously thought. 'Make it stop!'
"Gyahh! Stop it you annoying brats!"
"Pipe down your voices, else I'll make ya!"
"Wait! It was ordered to not shoot anyone until the one hour have pass!"
"At this rate, I'll be doing a favor for all!"
"Someone get Executive Orm!"
'At least Team Rocket seems to be having troubles as well. But there's a name mentioned; that's a start. So who's Orm?'
Beside Green, a boy was trying to hold in his laughter as much as possible. He looked like was about to bust a gut with the way he was exaggeratingly having his shoulders shake from the force of not laughing. His yellow and black hat shook as well, though the bill was able to shadow his face from view.
Green turned his head to the boy, annoyed that the chaos seems to be amusing him at a time like this. At his rate, the boy would most definitely be shot for finding humor in the grunts' miseries. "You should stop laughing."
The boy instantly stopped, and tilted his head towards Green. The dark gold eyes under his messy black bangs seemed amused about what Green just said. His eyes looked like it was looking through his soul and an out of place grin was spreading wider.
An eyebrow was raised by the boy as he said in an exaggerated tone, "Oh? How kind of you to be concerned over a stranger. Kind sir, what's your name?"
Green deadpanned at the boy. "Why should I tell a stranger?"
But the boy seemed to ignore him. "Well, I'm Gold, and from now on I dub you thee Serious Guy!"
Green's glare grew fiercer. "Quit acting so relaxed in this situation! And what's with the nickname, my name is Green."
The boy, now known as Gold, continued on, again ignoring what Green just said. "Ah, it's okay! We'll be out in no time, so quit being so serious. At this rate, you're gonna end up as a Silver-clone!"
At the sound of what's presumed to be his name, the figure next to Gold jerked and instantly glared at Gold. With a dark hood covering up most of the boy's head, Green could only make out locks of red hair escaping. Moving his vision to the guy's face, Green froze at the sight of Silver's eyes.
Unlike Gold's eyes that seemed to beam like the sun, Silver's mercury eyes were like never ending tunnels of a dark chasm threatening to swallow one up. The guy's eyes were so cold, empty, and, save for the piercing anger, was a carbon copy to what Green would had seen in his mirror a year ago.
Suddenly, Green thought Silver's eyes had turned into a blazing red. Blinking in surprise, Green was only met with mercury eyes. Was that a trick of the light?
Silver's eyes reverted back to Gold, and without using words, seem to have a silent conversation. Green couldn't help but feel suspicious at the calmness the two portray.
"How come you guys seem to be so relaxed? We're in a hostage situation!" Green questioned.
Gold turned away from Silver, and shot a grin towards Green. "Well, you're not in a verge of panic either, so you're one to talk. Beside, it seems like it's Orm who's leading the invasion this time."
Green's eyes sharpened at the casualness Gold used in mentioning the name. "Orm? You know who the guy is?"
Gold hummed at the obvious interest Green seems to be holding. "Yeah, Orm. Silver and I go wayyy back with him. Trust me, in Team Rocket he has a heart similar to a kid's."
Before Green questioned him on why they even have a history between Team Rocket, Silver intervened between the two. "He's coming."
Green's eyes shifted to the departing mass of grunts as a figure walked through and was that a... turtle on his shoulder?
"Executive Orm, thank Arceus you're here!"
"The kids won't stop crying no matter what we do!"
"Not that we were unkind or anything, sir, but they're getting on my nerves!"
Orm was clearly bigger and bulkier in structure compared to the grunts, but the air surrounding him could have others tell he was more important than the others. Dressed in a gray suit with a smaller R found near the breast pocket, the guy looked the part of a higher-up. Currently he was heading towards the little girl that started the whole chain reactions.
'What's he going to do?' Green wondered. 'Yell at her, hit her, or use her as an example? But wait, Gold said he was similar to a kid. Still, there has to be a reason why he is Executive of Team Rocket.'
Orm approached the whimpering girl, as the clear difference in size was obvious to all. Crying even harder, she tried to cover her eyes in preparation of what would happen. Moments of silence, she peeked through her hands only to be face-to-face with a turtle.
"Kyahh, it's so cute~" the girl exclaimed, abandoning her crying in favor of playing with the turtle. The rest of the little kids had stopped crying as well, circling the girl to see the new thing displayed for them.
Orm was squatting in front of her, with the turtle in his huge hand hovering in the air. Chuckling at her response, he replied, "His name is Shuckle the III, and he's a special turtle. If you guys don't cry for an hour, I'll let you guys play with him." At the girl's enthusiastic nod, Orm placed the turtle in her still-bonded hands. "Don't worry, you'll see your family again. In fact, it's so touching how you missed them so much! I wish everyone loved their family this much and appreciates them!" By then, Orm was crying a waterfall, though the kids had long ignored him in favor of playing with Shuckle the III.
The surrounding grunts could only sigh in exasperation at the crying Executive.
"Oh dear..."
"Executive Orm is at it again."
"Someone grab a tissue box for him..."
All the Rocket grunts went back to the normal schedules as muttering can be heard from them discussing something.
In the crowd of kids who had watched the scene, Green's jaws were threatening to fall off. 'What. Is this guy for real?'
Gold was, again, in a state of holding in his laughter. "Pfft, you should've seen your face! Not what you expected of a Team Rocket Executive, huh?"
Green could only nod. "And the... turtle? What's that all about?"
This time Silver replied since Gold was still laughing. "Orm specializes in security and defense due to his ability of being able to understand Shuckles. What you see here," Silver gestured towards the turtle, "is a genetic modification experiment of a turtle that gives them longer life spans and steel-like defenses. Security Honed Utility Classed Kanto Lifeform Experiment, or S.H.U.C.K.L.E. for short."
Gold continued on. "Orm here is the only dude who is able to understand and somewhat order the turtles around to his commands. If you look to your right," Green looked towards where Gold was talking about, "you'll see one of the turtles there inspecting all of us. There's another one a little off to the left of that one. They have functions of being able to act as security cameras, so someone is monitoring this whole scene." Indeed, red shells with yellow necks coming out of them could be seen monitoring the crowd with glazed eyes.
"Still..." Green trailed, "Shuckle the III?"
Gold shrugged. "He's not creative with names. Last I checked, he was up to Shuckle the IX."
Green's mind couldn't wrap all the information he was given in the past half-hour. First, he was shoved to the outside world where he haven't set foot for two years, then, he got caught in a hijacking that had a small chance of happening. Add in an evil-friendly(?) giant and genetically modified turtles, all this chaos was more than enough to make up for his two years of seclusion.
'Can this even be classified as a turtle, since only tortoises could live so long on land without water. Plus it doesn't have webbed feet... this thought is strangely deja-vuish to something. Right, a conversation I had with-' "Azul!" Green exclaimed, surprising the surrounding people.
"Uhh, you mean the color blue? Are you alright, Serious Guy? Don't start losing your marbles around me!" Gold replied.
"Anyone would lose brain cells being around you."
"Grrr. Take that back, Silver!"
However, Green wasn't listening to them anymore as a distinctive laughter echoed in the one earbud that was surprisingly still in his ear.
"Ohohoho~ Finally you remembered me, Greenie! I thought it was going to take you forever," Azul replied.
"Tch, Pesky Girl. Anyone would forget in my situation. Do you know what's going on?" Green muttered, being conscious to not let anyone hear that he was communicating with someone.
"Yeah, yeah. Stuck in a hijacking, Team Rocket is here, hostage situation, something about turtles, blah, blah, blah. Boy, you've sure landed in a sticky situation. Lucky for you, I was listening to everything, and while you were here as a sitting duck, I've been doing research!"
"Guess you have your uses after all."
"Shut it or else I won't tell you anything!"
"Azul..."
"Fine, you win this time! But only because we're short on time!"
"The information...?"
"Oh, right!" Inside the cellphone without anyone able to see her, Azul had on a huge grin. "So here's how it goes..."
On Green's end, Gold and Silver finally stopped bickering in favor of watching the beginning of a smile form on Green's face. There was also this gleam in his eyes that made the two appreciated that he was on their side.
"I know that look, Super Serious Gal has it when she's going to pull something big. Mind informing us what's cooking in your head?" Gold asked.
Silver, too, was interested in what the stranger was planning. Now was a good time to see what the guy was capable of.
Green gave a scrutinizing look towards the two teens. "Hmm, you can help. But I'll need all your trust if I want this plan of mine to work..."
"And," Silver interrupted, "what's the chance of this plan being able to work?"
"Well I hate to boast but," Green drawled, "100%."
"That's highly cocky of you."
"It's not cockiness if one has confidence and uses all the sources."
A metaphoric lightning was produced between the two glares of Green and Silver.
'Arrogant, ungrateful-'
'Cheeky, little-'
The lightning battle grew fiercer between them.
"Well," Gold butted in, "as entertaining as this is, we have a schedule to follow. So, Serious Guy, that's a high claim you make. I like your style! You won't find two more fully given trust guys as us! What's the plan?"
Green made a smirk, one that he haven't made in a long time. "Right, then. Here's how it goes..."
"Ouch! Quit poking me!"
"Me? You're the one that's jabbing your elbow into my ribs!"
"Dude, you wanna start a fight?"
"Kyaah! Pervert! I swear someone just touched me!"
"Oh my, I feel so faint! I believe my breakfast is gonna come up soon~" Gold added with a high, shrill voice, as more chaos spreaded and scattered throughout the crowd of kids.
Silver kicked him in the shin. "Idiot, don't draw anymore unwanted actions to you."
Gold pouted towards him. "Just doing my job."
"BRATS, QUIET DOWN, ELSE A BULLET IS GONNA LODGE UP IN ONE OF YOUR HEADS!" one of the Team Rocket grunts bellowed.
Instant silence had sliced through the commotion again, leaving a tense atmosphere behind.
"Tch," replied a different grunt. "Who was the one that started this?"
"I am."
All eyes shifted towards Green, who had stood up and spoke directly to the grunt. Unaware to the spectators, sweat trickled underneath his shirt. 'Good, I got their attention. If this can be played out as planned, then we'll all be out of here without casualties. Now if they would take the bait...' Green thought back to the plan he had told Gold and Silver few minutes ago while no attention were on them.
"Right, then, here's how it goes," Green began, shifting into a position that while looked natural, can also block any curious eyes toward them. "First, we'll need a distraction, something to cause chaos and lead the Team Rocket grunts to force their hands in finding a scape goat for the rowdiness. In doing so, they would think it's a good chance to show their power over us as one is to be used for an example."
"Leave that to us!" Gold exclaimed, shooting a wink to Green. "I'm a master at starting trouble, and Silver here is my faithful sidekick." Silver glared, but chose to let the comment slide for now.
"And how are you going to do that without getting caught?" Green questioned.
Gold sent him a cheeky smirk. "That's a secret."
"Moving on," Green resumed, having decided to ignore all the secretive statements and resolve to have it answered at a less pressing time. "When the commotion has died down, they'll be looking for a culprit. Question: How good are you guys in fighting?"
Gold pondered on the question for a moment. "Well, I have training in baseball so my physical stamina is good, though I don't know any fancy-shmancy karate moves. But I can fight dirty."
The attention was then directed towards Silver, who only said, "Passable. I'm more specialized in immobilization than trained offense."
Green sighed at the unsatisfactory replies. "Well, guess it can't be helped. Last I checked, I was a 2nd dan black belt in martial arts, though my stamina is somewhat lacking at the moment. But evading should be fine for me."
Silver narrowed his eyes at Green. "And why do you want to know our skills in fighting...?"
Green chose to ignore his question as he continued on the plan. "Once they would be looking for someone to blame, it'll be the perfect chance to call them out and challenge them. If the higher-up orders are true, then they are not allowed to shoot anyone until the time limit for the police have been reached."
Both Gold's and Silver's eyes widened at his implication. "You're not telling me that..." Silver trailed.
Green nodded his head in all seriousness. "It's as I imply. I'm going to challenge Executive Orm; in other words, I'll be bait."
"Pfft, this brat?!" a grunt yelled, then immediately burst into laughter.
"Hey, boy, do ya know who yer dealin' with?" another grunt questioned.
"Yeah, we're Team Rocket! So watch your mouth if you know what's good for you!" came from one of the few female grunts.
Green still kept a cool look, even when the Team Rocket grunts threw jeers toward him, and a feeling of disbelief came from the crowd of hostages at what seems to be a foolish move.
"Hmm, so what should we do with him?" a grunt questioned Orm as the Executive moved closer to Green to observe him. Squinting his eyes, Orm scrutinized Green a little longer, until he snapped his fingers at the realization of something.
"Aha!" Orm cried. "Brown spiky hair, green eyes, age of a teenager, he matches the description given by Boss! You must be Green Oak!"
Green's eyes widened in surprise of his name being known, but quickly returned to a neutral look. "How do you know my name?" 'And what business do you have with me?'
"The Boss says to look out for you and bring you to him," Orm replied, standing face-to-face to Green. "Now if you just follow me and we'll deal with things from there..."
"And if I refuse?" Green asked.
Orm arched an eyebrow. "Well, force would be necessary." A gun was cocked in the background by a grunt.
'Now's my chance!' "How about I make you a deal?" Green suggested.
"A deal?"
"Let's have a one-on-one match. No weaponry. If I win, then you set everyone on this train free."
"Oh, playing hero are we? And what if I decide to just shoot you now, resulting in no struggle?" Orm asked in an amused tone.
"You can't do that," Green countered. "It was ordered by your higher-up to not cause any harm until permission has been granted. By shooting me, you'll be breaking a set rule and any planned treaty would be negated."
"Smart boy, and what do I get out of this?" Orm muttered.
"You may continue on your plan and I will follow you with no complaints."
"Hmm, a good deal... Very well, I agree to your terms. However, I would be the one who will emerge victorious!"
"We'll see, I'm not backing down without a fight!" Green declared. 'Good, it's going along as I expected.'
"You? Against Orm with his freaky height and muscles? Not a chance!" Gold declared, shocked about the highly praised plan.
"I agree with him. How can you be absolutely sure that you'll win against him?" Silver questioned.
Green looked both in the eyes. "The purpose of the battle isn't to actually win, but to stall."
"Stall?" the two echoed.
"That's right," Green confirmed. "I have a reliable resource telling me that two girls were able to remain undetected from Team Rocket, and are going to the main source as we speak."
Gold whistled. "Wow, you must have a real good source if you realized that! Still, how does this apply to stalling?"
Silver sighed at Gold's denseness, but supplied the answer for him after realizing himself. "What Green is saying is that we are the distraction for the sabotaging of the main source. Even if he wins, there is a high probability of Team Rocket not keeping true to their words. By stalling the fight, the grunts' attentions would be scattered and less effective than as a whole."
Green nodded in agreement to Silver's words. "I don't have high confidence on my skill after so long without using it, but Orm is more of a heavy-hitter and I'm sure I'll be able to dodge his punches."
"Well," Gold started. "Whatever you say, Serious Guy. Just know that our chance of surviving all depends on you. No pressure though."
Green groaned.
Both Orm and Green had a reasonable distance between them as a space was cleared out in the second-to-last cart after shifting everyone to the sides. Eyes were assessing the other figure, as the declaration to start had been already called. It was a brief amount of tense silence later when Orm made the first move.
Right fist pulled back, Orm threw a heavy punch towards Green abdomen, though Green evaded. In return, Green had used to momentum from dodging to make a roundhouse kick at Orm's side. While the kick hit, Orm looked as if he hadn't felt it at all. Green's foot, though, felt like he just kicked a brick wall. At Green's slight pause, Orm took his chance to try aiming a karate chop towards Green neck that Green barely managed to dodge. However, Green's clumsy dodge was able to let Orm trip him and fall towards the ground. A swift kick from above was aimed at Green's sprawled form, but he quickly rolled out of the way.
Right, dodge. Block, dodge, kick. Left, punch. Spin, dodge, jump.
The battle between the two was resembling that of a cat and mouse chase, with Orm as the cat and Green as the mouse. Cheers could be heard from the Team Rocket grunts on the sidelines, while the others were to afraid to speak. But the noise didn't affect Green, months of practice were coming back to him with greater influence than the hollering background.
Kick, dodge, offense. Left, sidestep, punch. Block, reverse, jab. Left hook-
'Oh snap,' Green thought in alarm, as he braced the impact of the hit. Arms crossed to lessen the blow, Green did not expect a sweepkick aimed at his legs that left him collapsed on the floor.
Orm's bulky frame hovered above him, one foot pinning him on the chest. "Give up, kid? It'll lessen the pain if you do so."
"N-Not yet!" Green exclaimed, having slight trouble breathing after the intense exchange of fists. He really needed to work on his stamina in the future.
Orm shrugged. "Suit yourself. After we get you, we'll need the research from your grandpa, Professor Oak."
Green was shocked. "Gramps?!"
"Yep. Maybe he'll give less struggle when we tell him that you're in our possession. It'll give us less trouble and harm for all of us."
An angry fire was burning in Green at the implication of them harming his grandpa. The thought of Team Rocket involving their dirty hands into his family and hurting his loved ones. He was not going to be helpless, Screech, SLAM, not again, "Call the ambulance! We need medical help ASAP-" not like the car accident that took away his parents' lives, "Green, Mama and Papa love you so much, so be a good boy," because he does not want to attend another funeral.
'Like hell!' Green viciously thought.
Using all his upper body muscle, Green heaved Orm off of him and practically lifted the man from the ground.
"Don't." Punch "You." Left jab "Ever." Screw punch "Touch." Knee jab "My." Roundhouse kick "FAMILY!"
BAM! Orm was knocked unconscious before he even hit the ground.
A reign of silence enveloped the sidelines as the only sound was the deep panting coming from Green. That was until a cheer came from the crowd.
"Woo-hoo! Go Serious Guy! Didn't know you had it in you!" Gold cheered. Except he was supposed to be stuck in the last cart bonded and not free. Nonetheless, his cheer then started off all the praises from the crowd.
"Amazing, he defeated him!"
"We're free! FREEDOM!"
"Who is that boy? He's so handsome and heroic and - my hero!"
Green sweatdropped at all the praises aimed at him, also trying to ignore some of the squeals coming from girls. Conveniently, a Team Rocket grunt interrupted their celebration.
"Oi! Who says anyone of you could cheer?" a grunt cried, though some were murmuring in surprise at the defeat of their Executive.
"Yeah, we're Team Rocket! You should be quiet if you know what's good for you!"
"But you promised to let us free!" a brave boy countered, though he went back to cowering at the glare aimed at him.
What seemed to be the leading grunt sneered. "Well, we're a criminal organization, we don't keep true to our word - Woah!" he cried, as the Magnet Train had abruptly stopped. "The hell is going on?!"
The intercom crackled back to life, except this time it was a familiar voice speaking. "Yo, everyone! This is your new announcer Azul speaking, and I'm pleased to say that we'll be resuming the regular schedule shortly after pest control!"
Green sighed, but slightly appreciated the sound of the familiar voice. "Pesky girl... Always one to be dramatic..."
The leading grunt was outraged. "The hell is a girl doing on the intercom. Where's Executive - Oomph!" He fell unconscious after a well place jab to the throat from Silver, who was standing behind him.
Green wasn't sure if he was supposed to be surprise or not after the whole fiasco. "Silver? How did you get out of your ropes? No wait, how did both of you get out!"
But Silver ignored him, as he turned his attention towards an also free Gold. "Coast is clear. Including his, all weapons have been disabled on the train. Grunts in the other carts have already been immobilized."
"Thanks Silver! Now we just have to deal with these," Gold gestured towards the grunts, "pests. Hey, Serious Guy, you up for Round Two with the others?"
Green was still confused (was that a cue stick in Gold's hand; how did he hide that?), but nevertheless replied, "Sure."
Gold gave a huge, cheeky smile. "Good." Flipping his yellow-black cap the other way and re-adjusting the goggles to settle on his face, Gold had a glint in his eyes. "Let's party!" Then he charged into the mass of grunts, waving the cue stick all over the place and knocking out each grunt as he passed. Silver followed him, mercury eyes blazing with fury as gloved hands sneaked over the vital points on the grunts. Green stared at the scene of chaos.
"Well, guess I should help them." However, before Green could move few steps towards them, a stray, unconscious grunt was pushed towards his direction. Not having enough time to dodge, the grunt collided with him at full force.
"Oomph!" Green cried, as the two body masses submit to gravity and they fell headfirst towards the floor. Green felt a startling pain at his cranium as he crashed onto the edge of a nearby seat. Then, everything was black to him.
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A/N: Let's see now, topic to be discussed... right, Orm! For people who isn't familiar with him, he was one of the villains for the FR/LG saga, you know, the Shuckle guy, or Japanese name called Orca. Didn't know what to pick at first, but funny how his name and the others aren't mentioned in the character selection. Poor guy, decided to make him humorous since he was the only one cared about the family reunion for Giovanni. Though I couldn't help with the Shuckle reference.
We also have Gold and Silver on the scene. Man, I love writing their characters, though the hardest part was the introduction to the fight scene. This inadequate author apologizes greatly for not knowing how to write fighting scenes. Had to depend on KHR fanfictions to think of some moves, though it was fun writing it. Actually, just thinking of a plan suited for the Magnet Train made my head hurt...
Next chapter we finally go off of Green's POV and see the other side of the story. In fact, if you understand my hints, next chapter would be alternating views of Crystal and Gold! Though I feel sorry for Green in writing something anti-climatic to knock him unconscious.
I'll like to thank everyone who took time to read the story, especially stealthclaw for favoriting and following! Seriously, you made my day being the first to show positive feedback to all this effort. Of course, I would still appreciate any criticism. Review, anyone?
Question: Favorite Pokémon character, not just limited to manga though. And do people even read my A/N as I'm assuming no one does. Since no response was given, I'll abandon the old question. Though the answer for me for previous question is gray and brown.
Anyway, next chapter should be up a week or two from now. Can't believe I actually been a diligent writer. But that's gonna change when school comes... The next chapter is probably my last for a while as I won't have time to write, let alone relax. After that, I'll probably post on holidays or breaks. But I'll get to that when it comes. Feedback would be nice, people, but have a good day, everyone!
