10:24, Winhill
The bandits that have been running amok through Winhill are holing themselves up in the mansion that was just at the end of the road, in the main town square. It seems that they have positions throughout the city, and have even started their own little base camp. Said to be a bunch of court-martialed Galbadian and Dollet troops, they are holding the entire town under siege.
The mission is to liberate Winhill, at any cost. The buildings are to be kept intact- we don't want a mess out there for the media to be all over. They have taken positions all over the city, and are not above taking hostages. Use extreme prejudice when dealing with forces outside of a hostage situation, but try and be a little more… delicate when there are lives at stake.
Complete this, and there may be work for you in the future… mister Leonhart.
-General Caraway, Galbadian Army
Kanto The Slayer presents a Final Fantasy VIII fan fiction…
Final Fantasy VIII: LionHearts
Warning: If I haven't said so for the last few chapters, let me say it again. This isn't for the kiddies. Please, if you are under age, leave immediately.
Standard Disclaimer: Not mine, got it? Don't make me repeat it again, though I'm sure I'll have to.
Squall woke up with Rinoa stretched out comfortably beside him, still wrapped around him as if she were holding her favorite stuffed bear again. Well, stuffed lion in this case, but what was the difference? She loved them both. In any event, it felt nice to be in the bed; just relaxing and enjoying the sun on their backs and their faces, gently nudging them awake in their own way.
Rinoa felt his mind rouse his body to alertness slowly, languidly, as if he were waking from the longest and best dream he had ever had. Because of this, she opened her eyes at the same time as he did, purely on instinct and reaction. When they realized what they were doing, they laughed softly, and gave each other a long, slow kiss, their tongues intertwining in a very, very sweet "good morning".
They slowly broke away from the kiss and smiled at each other. Neither of them had to say anything- their thoughts spoke for them as they stared into each other's eyes.
Hell of a way to wake up, Rin.
I know… I wasn't even expecting to wake up at the same time, but why take an opportunity for granted? Besides, you look so cute when you're surprised.
They kissed again, and then rose from the covers, Rinoa putting her coat on and wrapping it around her body before walking to the door, making her hips sway with each step. Squall watched her, fascinated. She was a real thing of beauty… and he felt lucky to be able to see her when he woke up.
Too bad we have separate rooms, huh?
She turned her head and winked at him.
Oh, we'll be able to share a space one day. For now, we need to concentrate on the mission. Oh, and I hope you like the present I gave you last night… it wasn't just an ordinary kiss.
He wondered what that meant when she finally closed the door. But when he went to the bathroom to wash up, he noticed something interesting… he had to blink the sleep out of his eyes in order for him to see the difference properly, but it was there. Or rather, it was not there.
The past is gone forever now…
The scar that had been cut into his head, slashing across his nose bridge, was gone…
He smiled to himself. Maybe he could let go after all, as long as he had Rinoa. Sure, he didn't like Seifer, but he no longer had it in him to wish him ill. If they ever found him again, he hoped that he was doing well for himself, as well as Fujin and Raijin.
Anyway, back to the present… time to get ready for work.
Zell had called them to the parking garage… it wasn't full of too many cars recently, but had been remodeled and expanded to serve as a kind of garage none the less. This was his personal playground, though many came here to take a look at the many vehicles that 'The Machine" dreamed up.
And this time, he had cooked up something very interesting.
He had what looked like six motorbikes, covered in tarp and such. As they looked at them, Selphie instantly recognized them.
"Heeey, those are those bikes that the Galbadian Army uses aren't they?"
Zell, his hands on his hips, nodded with a grin on his face. "You got it. But these are my own design. I just took theirs and tweaked it seriously. And…" He pulled the covers off of them, revealing the most beautiful looking job ever seen on a bike of that make. The front and back fenders were in the shape of lion's manes, with the whole bike having a pattern that was smooth and sleek, much like a wing.
Irvine whistled appreciatively, Selphie and Rinoa ran over to them, taking a good, close look at them… and they found another surprise. Each bike was different… Selphie saw hers and squealed with glee, while Rinoa just stood there with her hands over her mouth, speechless.
"Oh Hyne, Zell… You built us our very own, personal bikes! C'mon, take a look!"
Zell only smiled as they headed over to take a look, and found that each bike was designed with their call sign in mind- Leviathan for Selphie, the fenders with a dragon's scale pattern on it and the siding looking very much like the water- Irvine had the very mane of the beast itself for the fenders, with a fire motif on his black bike… everyone had something.
"Zell," Squall said, amazed at his incredible workmanship, "Was this what you were doing for the past two years?"
He nodded. "I told you I had a hobby, but I didn't bother to tell you what it was. Guess the secret's out now, huh? What can I say; I just like doing this kind of thing."
Irvine sat on the seat of his bike, his hat tipped over his eyes. "I can see that… looks like everything you touch when it comes to engines and machines is gold. They don't call you the 'Fighting Machine' for nothing, do they?"
Zell shrugged. "I would hope not. I have a reputation to protect, y'know."
Squall nodded. "Well then, how about a test drive? We need to head to Winhill anyway. Make sure everyone's ready to head out by the time we get there. We'll probably be dropping in from the sky once we get there- better that way than if we approach from the ground."
Rinoa quirked an eyebrow. "You mean, we're going to drop while we're riding these? Just like Galbadia did? That would be a repeat of tactics, wouldn't it?"
Squall nodded. "That's the plan. I use what works, and they had a good strategy when they did that. If we did the same, it would give us the element of surprise, as well as a speed advantage. Plus if things go wrong, we have a getaway vehicle… It's a good idea, and it's never been used on a town before."
Selphie raised her hand in the air. "Not to mention that it would be so insanely crazy and fun to do, right?"
Squall smirked. She had him pegged. "Yeah, that too."
They all looked at him funny, but Rinoa simply grinned. Quistis, surprisingly, was the first one to speak. "The world ended today. Squall actually wanted to have fun." They all burst out into laughter, even Squall himself. But then his earpiece buzzed faintly, and he pressed the button, activating his radio.
As he nodded once, he let go of the button and turned to them. "Mount up, we're above Winhill. Get ready to drop in ten. Suit up, gear up, and let's kick these guys' ass."
All of ten minutes later, they were back, and with full uniform on, riding their bikes which were locked into place. The brackets which they were locked into were powered by magnetic force instead of Galbadia's booster system- this meant that instead of having to take flight, they would be deployed as if they were loaded into a huge rail gun.
Basically, they would be shot out, all six of them at the same time, without having to start their engines beforehand. This would not only make things much quieter and reduce the chance of having their engine signatures detected by radar, but it gave them the element of surprise, not to mention speed.
Each track was pretty much separate, and each bike was locked in place. The parking garage had been effectively turned into this place over the short span of two years- an amazing achievement. However, there was no time to ponder how such things could get done. It was show time.
The wall before them opened vertically, and as they looked out onto the small village of Winhill, they wondered how such a peaceful place could be under siege. But they steeled themselves anyway, preparing for anything that came their way. The staging lights that were suspended from the ceiling above each track ticked off.
Red…
Squall reached into the inside pocket of his trench coat and pulled out his mirrored shades, putting them on snugly before getting himself comfortable on his bike. All at once, he looked and acted different. His eyes, which revealed most of his thoughts and intentions, were hidden from the world, and the only thing that the opponent would see was their own shocked expression as they were cut down by his gunblade. The glasses alone made him stand out… they were supposed to. He was the leader, after all.
That, plus the fact that he no longer sported the trademark scar that everyone had gotten used to and taken for granted. He didn't feel strange or sullen about it- Rinoa had cleared away everything about his past, and he couldn't say that he didn't like it.
In fact, he felt liberated… he was free.
Orange…
A faint humming sound could be heard as the magnets underneath the staging brackets came to life, and Zell grinned in satisfaction. It was working, and he felt proud of himself and his team for putting all this together in such a short time. Now all that was left was to hang on and get ready for one hell of a ride, just before taking the fight to those assholes down there.
Yellow…
Rinoa braced herself. She would definitely have to get used to this aerial entry thing, though it was some serious fun. She was so tense that she felt she would break, but it was the kind of tension that was in anticipation- the kind where something good or important was about to happen. It was- this would be the day when she shut her father down for good.
Green…
Selphie grinned cheekily as she heard the magnets charging underneath her, and felt the need to yell out, simply from excitement. She was having too much fun as a LionHeart, and she knew that it was only the beginning. She gave a cheer just before the final staging light hit…
"Let's ride!"
Blue.
They exploded from the garage, the magnets doing their work and ejecting them at high velocity, the brackets releasing the wheels at the end of the tracks and letting them fly through the air, down towards Winhill. The theory had worked, and they were on their way… all without a sound or a trace of engine heat. It was a stealth entry that moved at such a speed that it was virtually undetectable.
Not to mention… it was one wicked ride.
A few of the bandits were walking the streets as if they owned the place, toting automatic rifles and submachine guns.. A few of them carried standard issue army swords, but very few carried wickedly curved scimitars and falchions, along with the usual semi-auto sidearm. All together, they looked like a bunch of modern-day pirates.
Unfortunately, these men were out at the wrong time of day.
Word had spread amongst them that a bounty had been put on their heads by the general himself. A few of them were actually proud- their efforts were being noticed. Some of the wiser ones were either on their guard, or inside, covering the streets from second story windows.
As for those who weren't that scared- or rather that smart- they had been put on patrol on the streets, waiting for the next Galbadian squadron to run through, so they could run them back out. They were holding out pretty well, actually.
Too bad that it had to come to an end.
One of them looked into the sky, considering the sunlight. He had never seen such a beautiful day. Maybe it was a good omen that it was such a nice day outside. They would finally get their revenge on Galbadia for their actions, as well as get a little something to eat, too.
His sunny mood evaporated when six high speed projectiles came crashing down on the group with deadly force. They were big… they were fast… and they had two wheels. Six motorbikes slammed down on them, crushing them all underneath the steel and rubber. They had come in without warning and without mercy… and everyone on the street turned when they heard the roar of engines and saw the familiar insignia on the front of their bikes.
"Oh… shit!"
They opened fire, taking positions behind buildings and around alleyways, taking any cover they could get, though most of them pretty much knew that they were screwed as they charged forward. Their bullets hit a transparent, pale blue barrier of energy as the bikes advanced, and they had to retreat into the houses.
Not even fast enough… they were run down, a man with a cowboy hat opening fire with a break reload, double barreled rifle, cutting them down as he rode onward. Meanwhile, the young man with brown hair was twirling a gunblade expertly, deftly cutting into the crowd and chewing through their lines.
A young woman with enchanting green eyes, who looked almost too innocent to actually be riding a bike, much less be fighting at all, whirled a nunchaku around with such force that she cracked skulls, knocking men unconscious to either side of her or behind her.
Another one with blond hair and icy blue eyes cut then down with a whip, flailing and snapping as she went, taking out opponents left and right with the bladed end of her weapon. Still another blonde with green eyes and a wicked tattoo on his face rode them down, bashing into the ranks with his bike, using the vehicle itself as a weapon.
And then, there was the raven-haired woman. She was using what seemed to be the sheer force of her mind, knocking people away from mid range. At other times, she used the air itself as a weapon, stopping the bike for a moment and raising one of her hands, gathering the air around her towards one point before bringing it down and forward, sending a blast of high-density wind towards groups of enemies, slamming into them as if they were being pounded by fists.
Thing about that was, it sure felt like it… ribs were broken, internal organs were ruptured… they coughed up blood as the compressed blasts of air slammed into them, effectively neutralizing them. And she felt no compassion for her opponents, or shame for her actions. This was a battle, and these upstarts were getting their justice for threatening innocent lives.
About ten minutes later, they had retreated- either deeper into town or heading into the houses. The bikes screeched to a halt and the engines stopped as the six of them got off the bikes, checked their weapons, and looked inside their trench coats to check if all twelve of their flash bangs were present and accounted for, six on each side.
Once they were sure, they all nodded to each other and waited for Squall's go.
He didn't hesitate. "Let's go to work. Open, flash and clear, but be careful of hostages. Don't use all of your flash bangs before this is over- you might need one when it counts. Move out."
"Boss! We got a problem!"
The man of around age thirty-five who was the leader of this particular raid on Winhill was casually smoking a cigar while reclining in the former noble's house. The term former meaning that they killed him and his wife as well. After securing the house against two G-Army raids, they had converted the place into a base of operations
The place had a back entrance, sure… the balcony that overlooked the plains behind the village was an excellent entry point, but it was guarded by sentries as well. The main study was where the leader resided, whose name was simply Jones. Apparently, it was his last name… he never said his first one, nor was he called by it.
Jones, mostly referred to as J, Boss, or Captain, decided to see what the matter was, simply continuing to recline in his chair and take drags from his cigar. In other words, regardless of what the situation was, he was calm.
"Try not to talk so loud, and calm down," he said in a deep, soothing voice, completely unlike his commanding nature. "Now then, what's the matter?"
The guard, now a little more relaxed than usual, explained hastily. "The first line has been taken down, sir. They just came from nowhere and wiped 'em out…"
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, still looking casual. "I see… so the Galbadians finally made it through, eh?" The sentry shook his head. "It's not them, sir. If it was, we'd have pinned them down and taken them out by now. But these tactics… I've never seen them before. Their aerial insertion was too fast to actually be detected by radar, and they managed to get here with those bikes of theirs without starting their engines.
We have no idea how to counter, and now they're going house storming, sir, and one building at a time."
Jones smirked. "Those are Special Forces tactics, and nothing the Army uses. These are SeeDs. But the aerial insertion with motorbikes, in a stealth drop? I'd like to meet these guys myself. But don't let them through too early… let them have a little welcoming party once they breach the second line."
The guard saluted, and prepared for their arrival in the town square.
Heh… I figured that getting our revenge against the Galbadians wouldn't be that easy…but SeeDs? And ones who fight as well organized as these ones? Caraway is pulling out all the stops.
He got up and walked out of his room, for once.
Just who are these
guys?
Rinoa casually leaned up next to a door, her mind stretching out for any hostile intent inside. Four of them, lying in as soon as someone made an attempt to open the door- hell, even turn the knob. Shoot first, ask questions later.
How about shoot never…
She opened the door slightly, wincing as the wooden entrance was torn apart by gunfire. Too bad for them that there was no one there. As one of them cautiously walked outside to find out whether the intruder was dead or not, he got himself a surprise as he walked outside…
Rinoa's right arm shot out in a palm strike, slamming into his ribs. On the point of contact, she released the breath that she was holding, in a sharp, quick kiai, her energy shooting out in an invisible wave of force, thus making him fly off to the side farther and faster than usual. As he flew back for a good five feet from the attack, his head slammed into the corner of a nearby house, drawing blood and making him spin wildly. His head slammed into the ground hard afterwards, knocking him unconscious.
I'll finish him later, she thought. He doesn't have any good information for me, and even if he did, he won't talk.
Well, she could read minds, you know.
"Zachary, no!"
The other three ran towards the door, just as soon as they saw their comrade get thrown to the side, as if a train or a car had hit him dead on. Unfortunately, they ran straight into one of Rinoa's flash bangs, after she had pulled the pin and held it for just one second.
One second, after all, was how long it took to decide between life and death.
Thus on the third count, the grenade went off in mid air and the burst of light, combined with the wave of sound, made them stumble. Rinoa casually walked in and gave the grunt to her right side a palm strike just like the one she had given their friend. He was knocked unconscious by the wall behind him- it was a surprise that his head didn't go through it.
The other two were taken out in two hits- a left palm to the chest of one man, knocking the breath out of him, followed with a right front spin kick, hitting the hostile to his right and sending them both out the door. Rinoa then focused her mental energy, channeled it into her hand, and shoved forward, trapping the two of them in a time distortion.
They had been effectively stopped in mid air, and were set up perfectly for Rinoa's blaster edge. She aimed and pulled the cord without much of a second thought, sending the projectile flying and cutting them both cleanly and deeply across their chests, sending the two of them out of their trap, spinning through the air.
As they hit the ground hard, bleeding heavily from her attack, the blood went flying through the air and out of their mouth. Something had been ruptured when they were rudely thrown from their time trap, and they were dying very quickly. As the blade came whirling back to her, she flicked her index and middle finger at it, catching it with a thin string of her energy and leading it on a path toward the man that she had missed.
It was embedded neatly into his throat at the end of its path, and he died soundlessly.
"Sorry," she said as she flicked her right wrist, guiding the blade back to the launcher. "But this is justice. You should've thought about your actions."
She walked outside again, shoving her left palm fiercely toward the man who was still alive, and a ball of flames shot towards him, igniting on contact and burning him alive. Some would call it too fancy of a way to kill someone, but it had a purpose. She knew people were watching. She could feel their eyes following her, and she wanted to scare the hell out of them. She knew it wasn't right, but it was one of the best ways to lower morale of a force.
As she walked towards the next house, she could hear weapons loading and feel the intent of those inside. Rinoa could also feel their fear. She smirked and lifted her left hand, her energy already forming into a protect spell. As they opened fire tearing the door apart, the smirk turned into a grin as the bullets met resistance.
Oh, yes… this was justice. And justice was good.
Selphie was in front of one of the doors, thinking about how to open it. She couldn't just walk in- but she didn't want to use a flash bang until she really needed to. The innocent, pondering look in her eyes was quickly resolved by a flash of inspiration, and she grinned. She had always wanted to try something like this, but had never had the chance to.
I'm gonna have to make it quick- there could be people in trouble!
So then, she settled herself in a loose stance, bouncing lightly from foot to foot and keeping her arms just at her waist. When she had finished getting ready, she settled down, sliding her right leg forward… before stepping towards the door with her left foot and snapping her right leg forward in a sharp kick, her heel slamming into it dead center.
The pent up energy that seemed to constantly flow through her gave the kick more force than usual, and the door was kicked in, slamming off of the hinges, sending splinters everywhere, and split cleanly in half, the two sections flying inwards and flooring about three people, leaving only five in the room who were still conscious… as well as one hostage, an old woman.
The men were too startled to even think about going for the kill immediately, and Selphie wouldn't give them the chance as she ran towards the man who held the woman at gunpoint. Though his shock turned to determination, it did so a bit late. She stepped her left foot forwards, snapping her right leg up sharply in a front kick and striking his gun hand, knocking the pistol into the air.
While it was in mid air, she gave him a hard left hook to his head, knocking him senseless and having him release his hold on the senior citizen. She gave him a stomp on the head, twisting her leg twice for good measure before stomping again hard, knocking him unconscious.
The other four quickly got their act together and surrounded them, circling around and looking for an opening. Using guns at this range was foolish- someone on their own team could be hit by friendly fire, which meant that there was no choice but to beat the hell out of them. Anything to drive these mercenaries out of their path.
It wouldn't be that easy.
"Hey miss, stay behind me, okay? And whatever you do… don't move until I tell you. All right?"
She was definitely frightened, but nodded her head in response.
The talking was enough of a cue for the two in front to rush her, one fist heading for her face, the other for her stomach. If they both hit, she would be in a world of pain. Fortunately for her, she had definitely learned how to react properly, and caught the punch to the stomach first; dragging the man forward and ducking under the high punch before giving him a fierce left body blow to his gut, making him double over. She then took the man who had tried to knock the wind out of her and hefted her over her shoulders, slamming him straight onto the other man's back and knocking them both unconscious as their heads slammed into the floor.
Two down.
The other two had picked the time during her counter to come at the old lady, choosing to get rid of her, now that she was no longer a bargaining chip. Selphie could feel them coming, and quickly took a step off of the miniature heap that she had created, only to slam her right heel into one of their faces with a jumping side kick.
"Over here, miss!"
The old woman ran towards her, just before she was snagged, and stood behind the energetic young woman again.
"You're going to regret messing with us, you SeeD bitch…"
She wagged her finger at him, as if scolding a child. "Heeeey, no such language. Can't we just get along?"
If she was trying to make him angry, she succeeded. "Just die!" He rushed forward, planning on decking her with a punch to the face, which came hard and fast, aiming straight for her nose bridge.
He would feel nothing but his arm being pulled slightly before getting snapped back by her right hand in a back fist, slamming him right in the nose. Thing about that was, it didn't stop there, because she gave him a left elbow in the stomach, keeping her back turned to him as if to show disrespect, ending with the left arm slamming him in a turning back fist. By this time, he was knocked silly, and staggered backwards a bit.
It was just what she needed for her finish- a right overhead hook that slammed into his head and sent him into the ground face first, his forehead bashing into the floor, knocking him clean out. She sighed, grateful that it was over, and then turned to the old woman.
"You okay?"
She smiled, a broad grin spreading across her face, her bright eyes thankful. "Yes, I am. Thank you so much for your help."
Selphie smiled back. "No problem. It's what I do! Help people, I mean."
Not surprisingly, there weren't many people in the village these days- not as many as there used to be, anyway. This fact made this mostly a raid. Reported so far was one hostage, an old woman who had been quickly liberated by Selphie, but that was it.
The woman in the flower shop happened to be out of town, visiting a niece. So then, the fact of the matter was that everyone starting from the first section of Winhill was either unconscious, dead, or tied up, locked away in the inn, just in the opening of town by some bed sheets.
Disarmed, naked, and pretty much a pitiful sight. And to top it off, they had scars that were still bleeding slightly on their backs, arms, legs… hell, everywhere. Quistis Trepe could definitely get people to do what she wanted, when she used that whip of hers.
As the six of them walked along the road towards the second section of the town, containing the flower shop, as well as the detour down to the right of them, they had to hide behind a few buildings. There was a blockade set up- men were lining the t junction, ready for anything.
Damn… this is the interesting part, huh? And I'm betting that the flower shop is a base of sorts. We have to get in there and take 'em out. If I recall, there should be a back entrance…
Squall motioned to Rinoa, Irvine, and Quistis to head for the back entrance of the flower shop, and they nodded as they moved stealthily down the alleyway. Squall pulled out a flash bang and waited for a proper opportunity to pull the pin. He whispered to Zell and Selphie as he watched their movements.
"Get ready to take them out… When I pull, you get going and run over. You should be far away enough to avoid the blast, so don't worry. If Irvine, Quistis and Rin do their job in there, it should be fine…"
He didn't have doubts about her abilities. But he was worried all the same.
C'mon, Rin… just
follow your first instinct and your best judgment…
Both of those were simply to wait.
She didn't like this situation, for some reason, and everything within her was telling her not to move. The problem was that she couldn't feel anything… no minds, no emotions, no intent… nothing. Irvine and Quistis were wondering what was wrong. Why weren't they finishing this off and moving on?
"Hey, Rin," Irvine said, finally asking the question. "What's going on? We should've been past this by now… what gives?"
She raised one hand, silencing him and cutting off Quistis' question. In a whisper, she spoke, explaining herself with an air of confusion. "I can't feel them… It's like there's nothing in there. This is bad…" The two of them looked at each other, and then at her… and then they both nodded.
"Best to check anyway," Quistis said. "There are some with enough mental and emotional training that not even you can detect them. We're just going to have to see for ourselves. Irvine, would you please go and check the place out?
Irvine nodded, and quickly made his way out of the alley, striding towards the plains for five steps, just before loading two shotgun shells, turning and opening fire with his rifle- first one door, then the other. The glass shattered, even from his distance… only to reveal that the place was empty after all. He scratched the back of his head as he stared through the now completely see-through doors.
"We didn't have to worry. There really was no one inside."
Quisty quirked an eyebrow, walking around the corner and looking inside. It was empty in there, with absolutely nothing to see. She opened the door cautiously, whip ready. Irvine followed, not even wanting to know what was up with this. Rinoa was right, something was definitely wrong.
Thing was, as the two of them walked inside, a soundless motion detector, just at the very bottom and very top of the doors picked up their presence… and then, Rinoa felt. Now, it was time to move. It was too late to tell them to turn back, so she decided to run in, using her mental energy to make her body so lightweight that her speed was doubled- no, tripled.
Apparently, it wasn't enough…
Squall saw the opposing force run off, suddenly wondering what the deal was with all the whole setup. Selphie and Zell took it at face value. "Awesome," Zell said with a cocky grin. "They must've heard we were coming." Selphie however, sounded disappointed. "Awwww, I wanted to bash 'em good. Bunch of chickens, these guys!"
The bad news was that Squall somehow knew why they ran off. He also knew that it was pretty much too late. "Guys, get down. Now!"
Boom. With sound and fury, the flower shop tore apart at multiple points, exploding and bursting into flame, glass and wood everywhere. Selphie and Zell raised their heads, only to see the building come down, as if a final note to the symphony of destruction.
Selphie's eyes clamped shut, not wanting to see anymore. In a cry of utter despair, laced with anger, she fell to her knees, the tears coming easily.
"Rinoa!"
Chapter 7: The Siege of Winhill, Part 1
Oh, damn! That is not cool at all… what's going to happen next chapter? Even this author is in anticipation as to what will be. But anyway… thanks for following the story to this point. I didn't even expect it to make it this far, but you guys have made it possible. Thank you all.
On that note…
Reviewer's Corner
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