LOOK WHOS BACK, I'M EXCITED ARE YOU? Probably not. I hope you enjoy anyway. (GUESS WHAT THIS CHAPTER [WORD WISE] IS LONGER THAN THE OTHERS BY ALMOST 2000 WORDS!)

Have you ever had one of those days where you walk in the shoes of a green ninja, save about 750,000 lives and 'win' 500 dollars?

Well that was the kind of day that Callan was having.

Captain Callan was awoken unusually early that morning. His earpiece, that was used mainly for the rare emergency that may arise, disturbed his sleep with a loud beeping. He was quick to pick it up, keeping his eyes closed, and as much of his body in bed as possible.

" 'ello?"

"Captain Callan." It was White Knight, he suspected as much.

"Yah?" There was a pause, and a quiet sigh on the other end.

"Your need in the medical bay." The transmission then ended quite abruptly. Callan glanced at the clock and a feeling of dismay hit him.

It was 3 in the morning.

Being called to the med bay was often a bad thing. Being called to the med bay in the middle of the night was always a bad thing. So the captain quickly got ready, putting on his standard Providence armor, and hurried off.

The cold sterile hallways where empty, causing the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach to grow. It was to be expected that no one was around at this hour, but the halls reminded him too much of a hospital, at least when people are in them, chatting about mundane things it feels less... Depressing.

As the doors to his destination grew nearer, a few things became apparent. First was that he could smell smoke. Not that from a fire, but that from a cigarette, strange mainly because of Providences strict no smoking rule.

Second was that he could hear people talking. From his side of the doors it was impossible to distinguish who exactly the voices belonged to, but it was comforting to know that at least two people in there in condition to speak.

And third was the sound of a heart monitor. The beating on which was slow, far slower than it should be, but consistent. Which put at least three people in the room, if not four. Which meant that it wasn't his team that was in there.

Not that they would have gone on a mission without him anyway. Really Callan was just trying to calm himself down, because he, like ant human does from time to time, worries. Especially in his line of work.

But Callan was lucky this time.

He entered the room to see 4 people. Well 3 people and a chimp. To the far left of the lab sat Bobo staring at the floor smoking a cigaret. The sight itself was... strange. Like a scene from a bad cartoon. But that much could be expected, it was a one-eyed, talking, smoking monkey.

To the far right of the room was Rex and Holiday. The sight was far less amusing then the prior. The teen was looking away as Holiday stitched up his arm, which, looking at the marking of the cuts, Callan could guess that they had a nasty run in with an Evo. With claws.

In the middle of the room was Six, unconscious on gurney, with bandages wrapped around his torso. Small sections of the bandaging was colored a concerning blood red. The heart monitor, beside him, was quietly beeping, at a rate too slow to be of any comport.

Captain Callan turned back to Dr. Holiday, who had noticed his entrance, with raised eyebrows. She looked tired, but not nearly as much as Rex did, but she put on a sad smile.

"Thanks for coming down here."

"What happened?" Rex, who seemed angry just by the thought of the events decided to answer.

"We went to cure this stupid guy and while we were distracted his stupid dog's nanites activated, and attacks us. So then he's cured and his dog is running around trying to kill us..."

"I see..."

"AND THAT'S WHEN THE CAT SHOWED UP-" Holiday, seeing that Rex was getting increasingly aggravated, decided to cut him off.

"Basically we had you called down here because-"

"HE HAD A BIRD TOO!"

"Calm down Rex, you'll rip out your stitches." The doc calmed the fuming teen down and turned back to the captain. "Well, Rex should be ready for active duty in about a week, so that shouldn't be that much of a problem, but Six... I'm not sure how long he's going to be out. You'll have to take over for him until he's fit for field work again."

"Of course." Callan nodded, Holiday looked relieved, as if he would actually say 'no'. She walked across the room and picked up a stack of papers, before bringing them over to him.

"I hate to dump this all on you but this is the paper work that needs to be done by the morning." He examined the large stack of papers before deciding that it would take a few hours decided to leave to get started, giving a nod to the two before exiting.

Holiday's heart nearly stopped when Rex came back from the mission with an unconscious Six on his back.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. A low grade Evo, that should have been simple.

But it wasn't.

The med lab was nearly empty now, only Six was left, the other two had been sent to bed. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only noise to fill the room. She sighed and stood down pinching the bridge of her nose.

She wasn't worried though. There was no way in hell that Six would ever be killed in a fight with a mutant parakeet. Or maybe it was the cat... Holiday was entirely sure on the details, but that wasn't important.

The point was that if she knew Six at all then he would be up and going on missions in no time. Well no time was relative; he would be out for 24 hours at least.

Which was a shame really, because it was New Years Eve, and he will miss the celebrations, and half a day off. Holiday had been planning a big party for everyone, but at this point it appeared that it wasn't going to happen.

Which was all rather depressing.

But perhaps not as much as Dr. Holidays plan to kiss Agent Six at midnight falling to ruin.

Again.

Captain Callan was... Astounded.

Providence had always been very thorough in their paper work, making sure that is covered all the bases. Logical in theory, but when put to practice, sightly... overdone. There was no way that the questions on the paper work had any relevance at all. And there was no need for 50 pages of yes or no questions.

It started simple with the classic;

'WHERE ANY INJURIES SUSTAINED ON THE MISSION?'

Yes.

'IF SO WHERE THEY EVO RELATED?'

Yes.

But the further down the sheets that he got the less relevant the questions got.

'WAS THE INCIDENT ZOMBIE RELATED?'

No...

'SMOKE MONSTER RELATED?'

Surely they wouldn't have this on here if it isn't an issue...

'KID WITH ALIEN TECHNOLOGY RELATED?'

Pffff... Now that just doesn't make sense... Who came up with that idea?

'HAVE THE INMATES TAKEN OVER THE ASYLUM?'

Wonder how many times Six has ticked the 'Yes' box for this one...

It went on like this for several more pages, Callan, trying to fill the papers out to the best of his abilities thought each question over, and even checked to see if they where some kind of code. But no such luck. He sighed a sigh of relief as he got to the last of the questions.

'WAS THE INCIDENT REX RELATED?'

And directly below it was:

'IF YOU CHECKED 'NO' THEN IT IS ASSUMED THAT YOU ARE LIEING. EXPECT YOUR PAY TO BE DOCKED.'

Callan laughed to himself and finished to forum.

Oh God... Oh God! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! How... How did this happen? He had been SO sure of this. SO SURE. Oh... OH HE WAS SO DEAD NOW!

Noah was playing his favorite game; The 'Hide behind a house plant and pull all your hair out' game. It worked especially well under pressure.

And boy was Noah under pressure.

It had all started about a month ago, Noah had taken a wrong turn when heading to meet Rex and ended up in the Providence break room. In which he happened to notice some members gambling.

Now normally he wouldn't have payed any attention. Card games had never really been his forte, but they were playing a different game, one that he guessed would be right up his ally.

All you had to was guess the date, area, and time of the next Evo attack, the more specific the better. It seemed easy enough, use some common sense and surely you could get at least a few bucks out of it.

So Noah, having nothing to loose picked at random and bet the 20 dollars he had on him.

And he won. A lot. So every now in then he would go and bet a few more dollars than before, wining every time. It was all going fine until the other day. Noah had gotten cocky and bet on two separate occasions, planning to use the money from the winnings of the first one to pay for the second.

But he lost. BOTH of them.

Well he didn't have the money for the second bet and of course that didn't really fly with the other guys so now he was hiding until he saw an opportunity to exit the building. Which was far more difficult than originally imagined.

Especially because those guys really wanted their money. There where people at every exit waiting to catch him. Noah sat panicking in the corner staring blankly at the floor.

Then something caught his eye. Sitting in the middle of the hallway was a coin. A penny to be exact. It was within arm lengths, and he definitely needed a lucky penny right now.

Slowly, so not to attract any attention to himself, Noah reached his arm out to grab the penny, and that's when his ever so subtle plan fell to ruins.

The problem was in the basic function of the hallway. You see hallways are the streets of buildings. Their primary use is to allow people to get from place to place. And in sticking your arm out you run the risk of tripping someone.

As Noah learned too late.

Captain Callan had never noticed how nice the floor looked before. Honestly they where quite nice. Good quality... Shiny... But naturally when you find yourself noticing something new, you often question how you came to this discovery.

And the good Captain happened to have notice the flooring when he tripped and suddenly found himself in very close proximity to it. The next question that entered his mind, logically enough, was about what had tripped him.

Looking around there wasn't anything clearly out of place. Tiles, people walking (no one even bothered to offer him a hand with all the paper work that had flown everywhere), a plant...

Oh and a nervous looking blond teenager.

"What are you-"

"Shhhh!" Callan stared silently at Noah who then signaled for him to come closer. Once the Captain was hidden with the teen behind the plant he continued. Or tried.

"Noah, what are you-"

"You've got to help me!"

"What?"

"PLEASE! THEY'RE GUNNA KILL ME!"

"Calm down. What happened?"

"Uhhh... I owe some money..."

"Uh.." Callan hesitated, on answering predicting that he wasn't going to like the rest of this conversation. "How?"

"Betting on Evos..."

"And... How much money exactly did you lose 'Betting on Evos'?" Noah paused before leaning over and whispering a number in Callan's ear.

A RIDICULOUS NUMBER.

"You've got to get me out of here."

"That wont do any good, they can get to your files. They'll be waiting for you at your house." This didn't seem to help much. Noah was hyperventilating. Poor kid was just playing around he didn't mean for all of this to happen... It was in this moment that Callan almost wished he was a lesser man who could have just left.

"What can I do to help?"

Van Kleiss was bored.

So very bored.

You would think that being an evil genius is fun. You get to do what you want, steal what you want, reek havoc on the innocent when you want. It sounds like a boat load of fun eh?

No.

Because being evil requires much more than that. You have to come up with something to hate. For example; Rex and Providence. Then you have to come up with something they like; Curing Evos.

Now this is where it gets challenging. You need to get a plan something really basic to start, like; Create more Evos. Well thats not going to help in itself will it? That just gives them more to do, so you have to mold the idea further. What allows them to cure Evos? Rex. And what does Rex need? Food, and Sleep.

So being an evil genius, the plan gets even more specific, now becoming; Create a plethora of Evos and while Rex is fixing them, burn down Providence.

Good, good, now their is a plan. How do you execute it though? Well it seems simple enough; You go to multiple locations (with Breach's help) and create a dozen or so Evos at each spreading Providence's forces and Rex thin, at the same time Biowulf and Skalamander set the base on fire.

But here is where Van Kleiss' life gets difficult. You see when your the bad guy it turns out there isn't exactly a lot of people who want to work with you so you have work with what you have.

You must understand that Van Kleiss didn't hate his minions by any stretch of the imagination. Generally their company was fairly pleasant (not that he would tell them that of course). But when you examine the Pack carefully you cant help but notice some problems.

For example 1/2 of the Pack lacks opposable thumbs, which made it quite fun to put Biowulf and Skalamander in one of the oversized doggie carriers and see how long it takes them to get out (9 out of 10 times Breach let them out after a couple hours).

Another thing to keep in mind is that Breach can be anywhere, at anytime. She could even be right behind you, and just disappear before you look back. This was a reality that Van Kleiss hadn't grasped until he awoke in the middle of the night to find her braiding his hair. It was no surprise that he then enforced the rule that while not on missions, Breach was to wear a bell around her neck so that they are aware of when she is there.

And Circe, if she wasn't a problem Van Kleiss didn't know what was. Sure she didn't have any major problems outside of the fact that she was a moody teenage girl who could change sides at any point. But dealing with a teenage girl was not his expertise, and really it was just... Awkward. He avoided it as much as possible.

All these complications made his job harder. Because currently the plan, while it seemed to make sense, was simply impossible. For one how could Biowulf and/or Skalamander even set the base on fire? He could send Circe in their place but... She might decide that she wants to play for the other team, and that would be unfortunate so...

So the plan had to be dealt with accordingly.

And then inspiration stuck the Evo master. He threw the old plan out the window, and began constructing the new one.

This one was going to be fun.

Sometime Callan couldn't help but wonder if he was too nice for his own good.

Surely he has to be, or how else would he have ended up in Providence's betting ring ready to place 300 dollars on a random date and time, hoping that an Evo would show up.

But hopefully he would be right.

Callan had never been great at gambling, and well... Thats pretty much why he didn't do it. But now he's dug himself into a hole and now he had to help Noah. Not that he didn't want to help the kid, but he wished that there was a way to do so without risking his hard earned cash.

All weariness aside, the Captain wasn't all that worried about loosing his money really. He'd been working for Providence for a while now and if there was anything he had learned was that Evos show up in the one place that it was most inconvenient to have them.

So he walked up to the front of all the gamblers (which he was sure all had some kind of serious problem) with some hopeful not misplaced confidence. The agents stared at the Captain, almost happily, hoping that he would bet badly and just add to the pot of winnings.

Oh but he had no intention of loosing this.

"$300 on Times Square." The agent taking bets raised a questioning eyebrow, before smirking; apparently thinking that Callan was clearly incorrect.

"Time?"

"Midnight."

All the lights where so pretty. Sparkling and twinkling like the stars in the sky. Oh she would have to get some of those, and line the castle with them. Did you know that you can't see the stars from Abysus?

Well Breach knew.

Breach liked the stars. They where something constant. No matter where she was in the world the stars where still up above her somewhere.

So on that deep notion, she began stealing lines of them out of Central Park. Some civilians passing by noticed, but decided not to say anything, for obvious reasons. Circe how ever was less willing to put up with such things.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be waiting for Van Kleiss' signal?"

"But they're so pretty." She held them up for Circe to see, as if they weren't surrounded by trees filled with them. "And now they're mine."

"You know you cant just take them."

"Yes I can."

"Stealing is wrong."

"And turning people into monsters isn't?" The two stood in an awkward silence until Breach was finished taking as many of the lights as she wanted. Then Circe managed to drag the other Evo over to a place where they had some chance of seeing.

There on the rooftop (where else would you be able to get a subtle view of the the area?) the rest of the pack waited. Van Kleiss sat on a chair cavalierly, staring up at the neon signs, Biowulf stood nearby in defense mode, staring at the pigeons circling as if they where a viable threat. Standing near the edge of the roof was Skalamander, who, to the best of his ability, was looking down at the people.

"Have you chosen the target?" The Evo leader looked to the green dinosaur/ lizard thing, who didn't need to turn around to see, and respond to him.

"I have calculated the diameter of the crowd and found the centre, which makes the man in the oversized cowboy hat the ideal target."

Yes thats right, Skalamander's not nearly as stupid as you think. Sure he cant open doors, and eating is quite a challenge (the routine involves throwing food up in the air and Skalamander catching it in his strangely formed head) but math. Math he could do.

Van Kleiss smiled that evil smile of his. "Perfect."

Rex woke to the sound of an oh so familiar alarm going off. Slowly, and slightly painfully, he got up, dressed and gave Bobo a good kick to stir him from his sleep, as he left out the door.

It was late. Or at least it felt late. The bright lights of the Providence halls buzzed as Rex made his way down the empty halls. The alarm continued even as the he approached the briefing room. Inside the room stood Callan, staring at the screen, that's white light was nearly blinding. White got right to business.

"We have an incident. You need to be dispatched immediately." Rex raised an eyebrow at the knight, who was clearly rushing through the little meeting. So naturally Rex decided to mess with him.

"Oh where to? London? Paris? Sydney?..." Rex continued to list off places, in a slow, time consuming manner. White lost his little patience and cut him off.

"No. The Evo is in New York." The teenager looked over at Captain Callan who had been forgotten up until that point, when he suddenly stood up straighter, a... hopeful expression on his face.

"In Times Square?" The Captain glanced at his watch and grinned.

"How did you-?"

Enter Holiday.

No strike that. Enter Dr. Holiday on a warpath.

The White Knight seemed to be the recipient of the anger coming from the Doctor.

"What do you think your doing?" White just raised an eyebrow at her, having no clue what she was referring to. "Rex is not fit for active duty!"

"What do you expect me to do? That Evo wont handle itself."

"You have plenty of agents that can deal with it!" White gave her a knowing look, and she paused. "Well Callan's good, he can do it." The captain, who still seemed happy from his discovery earlier, suddenly had all eyes on him.

"What makes you think I can do it?" Holiday crossed her arms.

"Six can do it."

"Six has some kind of super powers. No human can do what he does." Rex's face lit up and he quickly exited the room, leaving them all in a moment or so of silence. Soon he returned, a pair of tinted sunglasses in hand.

"Put these on."

"What good would that do?"

"Well if Six's suit isn't the source of his powers then it must be his sunglasses." The people inhabiting the room (and the one not) all nodded slowly.

"Fair enough."

Van Kleiss was not amused.

He had justification for being unhappy. Fair reason for his current mood. You see Van Kleiss like most people just came to a realization. And realizations while for the most part are a good thing, can often annoy, when you learn of something that you should have known from the begging.

It doesn't help much when you learn such things when its too late.

The evil Evo was disappointed with the entire situation. He had been so... excited? Perhaps thats not the right word. But he had definitely been looking forward to his newly formed plan.

Well If you could call it that. Really he had to rush his thinking process. That was the problem. Yes, thats what Van Kleiss kept telling himself.

But honestly no matter how you look at it this was pathetic.

All that had to happen was he had to find a perfect target, walk up and activate his nanites. Which in itself was easy. With all the drinking and celebrating (especially as midnight grew ever closer) no one noticed as he walked through the crowed and to the optimum target. The man with the cowboy hat.

And changing him was simple. It only took a touch for his evil powers to work. Instantly people began to panic, and Van Kleiss retreated to the safety of the rooftops to watch the spectacle.

By the time the ball dropped and the new year was here the man was a fully changed Evo. People all ran screaming from the creature, as if it was the most terrifying thing they had ever seen. However this is where the embarrassment lay.

The Evo was the most... disappointing Evo he had ever seen. The thing was big, which was about the only thing it had going for it. It was pink, and somewhat bird-ish, but not like threatening like an eagle, it was... dull like a penguin, or maybe dodo.

As if it wasn't sad enough it just sat there. Staring blankly at nothing. And as it just sat there ever ran screaming, like a chicken with its head cut off. Which was... It just made the villains hope for humanity drop even farther.

It was not long until the Providence jet arrived, flying straight towards the thing that was previously cowboy wearing hat man. The jet hovered 10 or 20 feet off the ground and the hatch opened revealing the agent sent to save all these people from the deadly threat that they faced.

Now normally right then Rex would jump out, and beat the Evo to a pulp, destroy part of the city, and change the man back. It wouldn't even be that unlikely for Agent Six to show up alone, and slice the beast to pieces, and leave it to be captured.

But this was not the case.

Standing on the edge of the platform was a different man. Van Kleiss stared trying to remember his name... He was Captain... Captain Clellan? No that's not right. Collins? No... Well it's not important. The key is that the Captain was standing in the opening.

Wearing Agent Six's sunglasses.

Van Kleiss stared at the man as he glanced over the edge of the platform down at the 30 or so foot drop, and the looked back up at the sky as if praying. The evil mastermind couldn't quite figure out what was going on. Normally when Evo's attack areas with high populations Providence sends out the big guns. So why was he here?

'Maybe they died.'

He pondered on the words of the voice in his head. It seemed unlikely, and if they where to have perished it would be all over the news.

But he can hope cant he?

This was a STUPID plan.

Yah lets send Callan to deal with the giant Evo. THAT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA. Really. This was ridiculous.

Captain Callan was squinting at the opposite side of the jet, trying to figure out how Six could see out of them, especially on night missions. The jet ride seemed to be taking forever, maybe it was because he wasn't looking forward facing the monster that awaited him. They didn't even send ground troops with him.

The jet stopped and the hatch opened, revealing the target. The Evo... Really didn't look all that scary. It was pink? Maybe, it was hard to tell but it looked like the color pink you buy for women expecting a baby girl. And it didn't seem to be doing anything doing anything. It kinda just sat there.

But that wasn't the point. The point of that was that the jet was stopped, not landed. Callan approached the edge of the ship and glanced over the side trying to see how far down the ground was.

The key word was 'trying'.

Even with the bright neon lights of Times Square, it was damn near impossible to see. Six must have super light sensitivity, for wearing glasses to ever foreseeable work. But he could tell that they had to be roughly 20 or so feet up.

He sighed and looked up at the sky. It was clear he was going to have to jump, seeing as the jet wasn't landing. How did they expect him to do all this? He doesn't have supercharged nanites, or the ability to defy gravity. Callan said a little prayer and jumped.

Coincidentally at that very moment the Evo moved it's wing out, creating a curved plane, that Callan, while unable to see, managed to keep his balance and still standing up, slid down the wing to the ground. All of which looked perfectly effortless.

Now the Captain, who was awestruck by the entire thing, was faced with the monumental task of figuring out what to do with the enormous Evo sitting in front of him.

The basic plan was; find the Evo, inject it with tranquilizer, have the copters carry it away. This seemed challenging before he showed up but Big Bird there didn't seem deadly so how hard could it be?

If you expected it to be that easy you really have not been paying enough attention. OR maybe you have.

Callan injected the beast, and thats when it all went wrong. The Evo freaked out. Each individual feather suddenly caught on fire, the bird screamed, breaking all the windows in the surrounding buildings. Naturally the Captained backed WAY up, not that it mattered. The Evo was angry, screeching and twirling its flaming body all over the place, sending embers every where. The crowds of people screamed. Moving quickly he injected the bird again.

And then giant Evo promptly extinguished itself and fell asleep. Everything was quiet, for a moment as the Captain looked it over (to the best of his ability) before speaking into his communicator.

"Evos down, lets get it out of here."

The crowed cheered as the helicopters carried it away.

Six woke up feeling... weird.

Six had many things that he did as part of a system. Things that seem like they may be unnecessary, but are needed in his line of work. One of these things was to always survey his surrounding before opening his eyes. Now for the most part this applies when you wake are realize that you aren't in your room.

So Six listened to what was going on. There was a TV, turned on to the local new station, where there seemed to be a commotion going on. The lights where buzzing loudly, and even through his eyelids, and glasses (which he could feel on his face) he could tell they where bright.

And most importantly Six could hear a heart monitor, beeping steadily nearby. With this knowledge it became clear that the Agent was in a medical room of some time, which would explain the pain in his chest. Upon deciding that it was safe, Six opened his eyes.

Sure enough he was in the medical bay back in Providence. Quickly, well not really quickly, but more quickly than he should have, Six sat up. The pain wasn't bad, they had clearly given him pain killers.

The first thing that his eyes went to was TV because the picture on the screen suddenly lit up, flames skipping across the picture, and then they stopped. And there was Captain Callan.

Wearing his sunglasses.

Because of course. Six might as well just hand out his stuff to people, save them the effort of going into his room and stealing them. The blond reporter that always needs saving (who does she think she is Lois Lane?) talking of the events, calling Callan a hero. Good for him, getting some screen time.

Then Six noticed something else. In the chair by the bed was Dr. Holiday, fast asleep. He couldn't think of why she would fall asleep here, it wasn't exactly the nicest of places, and looking at the clock Six could see that it was well past midnight.

He continued to get up, standing and taking a step from the bed, but was stopped by the various tubes going from the machines to Six's veins, along with a clip on his hand that was monitoring his heart. The agent looked slowly back and forth between the machines and the doctor asleep nearby.

Unplugging himself from them will mean that Holiday would undoubtably wake up, panicking because it would sound like he flatlined. Then she would be tired and angry at him for trying to leave. Six could practically hear the speech she'd give him on being 'responsible' and 'not dyeing'.

So, despite the fact that there was about a million things that he could or should be doing Six got back in the hospital bed and laid down staring at the celling until eventually falling into a painkiller haze.

Because the doctor needs her sleep.

Noah was...

Well Noah was many things. But at this moment he was, more than anything, thankful. Because Captain Callan was standing on his doorstep with a handful of cash. Most of which the older man handed to the teen, a small smile on his face.

"Here, this should cover the debt. This." Callan lifted the hand that still had cash in it. "It's the $1000 dollars left over, I will be keeping it, and you wont be gambling any more." Noah nodded quickly smiling, Callan smiled back.

"Of course."

"Then I'm going to be headin' back-" Noah moved forward quickly and gave Captain Callan a manly hug, one of those 'manly hugs' that is quick, awkward, and embarrassing for all involved. They then parted ways.

Captain Callan's day went fantastically.

Really there was no bad part.

To this day he still doesn't understand why Van Kleiss showed up and insisted that he deserved a portion of the money that had been won, saying that it was his doing.

But why ponder on the bad, he only got half of it.

Look I finished. Yay! Hoped you enjoyed.

Question of the day; Whats your favorite TV show from way back? Mine is Teen Titans, I love that show to death. So whats yours?

Next chapter should be up in a week. Or atleast I'll try.