The street was crowded with curious dragons either trying to get past the roll of yellow cloth (the words "Crime Scene - Do Not Cross" was painted black on it) or just wanting to get a good look. A mass of heavily armed soldiers surrounded an area of apartments and streets. Investigators and soldiers wandered the crime scene with a dark interest and dragons all around flew higher to get a look, only to come down regretting that choice.
Just released from the hospital with no knowledge of such massing of soldiers, Cynder, Ember and Emory walked towards Cynder's house, wanting to regroup and go over the confusing and complicated events that all seem to tie together with Ember's story.
The past few days were tiring.
Walking and limping and breathing hard, the trio stumbled back. As they neared, they saw the moving shadows of the many dragons still muttering amongst each other about what they saw. 'Blood so high upon the walls.' 'The body, man.' 'Did you see the knife?' 'Dude. His head is like, half way off.'
Obviously, something happened and right next to Cynder's house. Pushing past the dragons with some difficulty, Cynder reached the line of guards and demanded with the voice of Terrador's daughter, "What happened? Let me through?"
With a small jump, the soldier dipped his head towards her and replied, "Ma'am, I am afraid you will have to find a different place of lodging for tonight. I am not allowed to reveal what happened here. Sorry, Ma'am."
Cynder frowned and pushed past, much to the frightened soldier's dismay. With a yelp, the soldier grabbed the arm of Cynder and pulled her back. "Ma'am! Please!"
With her tail, she smacked the soldier on the snout, disorientating the soldier, and allowed the two lagging behind to catch up and also push past. With a desperate grab, the soldier ran after them only to stop and give a very tiny squeak. Surprised at his lack of chase, Cynder turned around and froze. There stood Terrador with his tired and disapproving face. "What are you doing here Cynder?"
"I live here?" Cynder said, hoping that a tiny bit of humor would get her out of trouble.
"Did he not tell you that you were to find someplace else, at least for today?"
"Come on dad, I've seen you work before, and I'm sure this is nothing different. Look, we are all tired, and sore still from the hospital, so can't we just relax at home for a bit?" She walked past her father and to the door of their home, only to stop cold halfway to the door.
Behind Terrador, there was a body with a blood-soaked cloth draped over it, however seeing that, wasn't what made her freeze. What really terrified her was the blood that laid everywhere around him. On the walls, and on the ground, the blood was everywhere. Cynder started to hyperventilate. Thoughts of her mother and seeing her laying in her own blood started to fill Cynder's head and she started to shake and panic.
Terrador put a paw on her shoulder and gently pulled her away from the sight. "Come on Cynder. Let's go."
Both Emory and Ember saw the sight as well, each also regretting being so curious. Emory quickly followed Cynder and Terrador, while Ember stayed behind for a moment as a question popped into her head. 'Could a body that small really hold that much blood?' Her mind started processing this as she quickly joined the others. Before Terrador escorted all of them out of the investigation area, Ember asked him a question. "There is way too much blood for this one dragon. Where is the other one? The attacker?"
Terrador hesitated but covered it up. "They fled."
"They?"
"He." Terrador quickly corrected himself.
"How do you know it was a he?"
Terrador was visibly avoiding Ember's eyes. "Witness reports." They reached the line of soldiers, and Terrador stepped aside to let the three through. "Look Ember, just let the professionals handle this. If my hunch is correct…" he leaned down and whispered to Ember, hoping that no one in the crowd would overhear him. "I think things are going to become very dangerous soon."
Definitely worried now, Ember and the group walked away to a nearby bench to discuss what they heard, however Cynder never snapped out of her distant look. "Something is wrong here." Ember muttered, not so much paying attention to her friend at the moment as she was to consumed by what Terrador had told her.
"Yeah, no shit," Emory replied back to Ember, seeming rather annoyed that the pink dragoness would focus on that when her friend clearly needed more help now than what was going on back were, they came from. Emory turned back to Cynder and put a paw on her shoulder. "Are you feeling alright Cynder?"
The black dragoness' eyes cleared for only but a second and she shifted them towards Emory, before reverting to that distant and glazed over look. "Yeah… I'm fine." Cynder replied dryly, her mind still stuck on the pooling blood and the last moments she was with her mother. Her body slowly started to tremble, and her eyes began to water. She suddenly stood up from the bench. "Sorry I need a moment." Before the other two could say anything or try to stop her, she flew off.
Cynder saw the worried faces of her friends as she jumped up into the air and flew away. Still trying not to cry, a low whimper of a struggle echoed within her throat. It was hard not to and suddenly she couldn't see. The hazy, translucent tears pooled and spilled over. Outwardly sobbing now, Cynder tried to find a place to land. A little clearing not too far away seemed to be far away enough for anyone to hear or see her.
Her mother. Now that was a dragoness that Cynder hadn't thought of in a while. The wound was still fresh however and the pain was all there.
There was so much blood that night. The body of her beloved mother lying there dying slowly, as her lungs filled with that crimson liquid. She remembered the feeling of being completely helpless as she watched her mother die in front of her. That gurgling noise. It rang out inside her head. You never know how awful the sound of drowning on your own blood is until you hear it. It would've been better if Cynder found her dead instead of dying. That last breath and the twitch of a now dead body.
It was too much and Cynder fell to the ground in memory.
Too quickly found out, a flap of wings and the darkness of a shadow turned Cynder to face a much larger dragon. Her father, Terrador, had arrived quite hurriedly. "Thinking of her again?" Terrador knew his daughter all too well, and by the look on her face, he could easily tell what was bothering her.
Cynder's snout faced the ground, feeling ashamed that her father could read her so easily. She felt something being draped along her back and she looked up to see her father laying his wing on her, hoping that it would help. A smile formed along her muzzle. She sniffled and tried to wipe away her tears before managing to croak out a "thank you" to her father. Terrador returned her smile, however what Cynder didn't know was that there a much larger internal struggle inside the green dragon.
Terrador was conflicted on what to do, as he was so many times before when confronting his daughter in times like these. She's too young. But she deserves to know. But she isn't ready. But she is old enough to know. Finally, after years of putting it off, the side Terrador secretly wanted to win but never did won. Terrador sighed. "I never did tell you why your mother died, did I?"
Jumping and very thoroughly startled now, Cynder stared at Terrador in surprise. "What?" Cynder thought back to the men that killed her mother, staging it to look like an accident, and finding out who those dragons worked for and who her mother use to work for. She started to worry that her father secretly hated her mother.
Terrador opened his mouth to tell his daughter of such a morbid tale weaved with many lies and secrets. Behind him, the bushes rustled.
Umbra was sitting at his desk and was toying with the quill in his paw, spinning it around and letting the ink drip down onto the paper below. He was in the middle of going through some documents for the Relconem, when his mind started to wonder as it did sometimes when he was bored. It would typically be in regard to what he was going to do next in the grand scheme under Malefor's rule, however this time Umbra couldn't help but think back to Spyro. Despite being responsible for bringing those two assassins into Warfang, he felt rather bad for doing so. He watched Spyro grow up, and he even taught him how to use Mamba while Malefor was too busy, which was most of the time. Umbra sort of saw himself as an inspiration to Spyro, though never bothered to ask the young purple dragon what he thought of him.
He smirked as he thought back to one of the days, he spent training Spyro, and how much he and grown since then. Now Spyro could probably easily over take Umbra in a fair fight if he wanted to. Before he could think any further about this though, Umbra shook his head trying to remove such thoughts. "Master Malefor wanted Spyro gone from the picture. There is no room for him in Malefor's vision so there is no point in thinking back to those times."
He tried to think about something else and ended up wondering what was taking the two assassins so long to report back. They should have been back nearly ten hours ago, yet they haven't shown up yet. Then he realized something.
Umbra started panicking. The High Zealot was usually all calm and controlled, but he was panicking now. The assassin never reported back, and he hasn't heard word from Spyro or news of his demise. Had they been found out? Was Spyro dead? Was the Assassin dead? Are they both dead? No. They had to be safe. Their mission must not fail. Trembling, Umbra raised a glass ball. A swirl of dark purple and a slight glaze later, one unhappy Malefor looked upon his faithful servant. "What?"
"I hope I am not intruding but-"
"Make this quick Umbra." Malefor scowled through the crystal ball.
Umbra gulped and started to deliver the news. "Neither the Assassin nor Spyro ever reported back. I don't know if only one of them died, or both of them, or perhaps… we were discovered."
Malefor was silent. But Malefor didn't need sound to express his emotions. His actions were enough, but for those he didn't want to kill not show any explosion of destruction to, his display of anger was simply his eyes and posture. It was enough for anyone who knew him to hope for a quick death later on. "I thought you better than this Umbra." It was a cold and quiet whisper. He hissed. "You little… Spyro, I would expect something like this from him. You, however…"
Umbra was patiently waiting for his death sentence, albeit still panicking.
"You have served me well for many years. Go. Find out. Do not come back until you make sure."
Umbra bowed to the fading image of Malefor and sighed a very big sigh of relief. I'm not going to die, he thought. Leaving the ball, Umbra exited the stone chamber to complete what he was tasked with.
Cynder had left Emory and Ember in a hurry and he wasn't the only one who noticed. Emory watched Terrador fly after his daughter, and he felt the same need to comfort the black dragoness. Emory turned to the pink dragoness beside him. "Ember! You can do your crime solving thing later! Didn't you see Cynder's face?"
"She's fine." Ember said dismissively. "Why did this happen so close to Cynder's house?"
"Ember-"
"Do you think this is related to that Zealot?"
A small tingle appeared at the back of Emory's head. "I don't care about some Zealot. Why do you want to talk about some Zealot?" Another tingle. The map… no. nono. Not yet. Cynder and THEN the map. Emory shook his head, trying to focus on what was important. "Ember, is your obsession with the ma-... Zealot anyway? Cynder is your best friend is she not?"
"Emory. She's fine." Ember said, not noticing Emory's stutter about the map.
Emory could hardly understand what had gotten into Ember all of a sudden. "I thought you cared about her?" he said coldly, greatly implying that Ember was merely using Cynder.
This hurt Ember deeply enough to make her realize that, yes, Cynder did in fact seem very close to breaking down. Ember knew what something was going on and she needed to find out. Not only for the sake of finding out where her dad is, but for the whole city as well. Deep down she did worry about Cynder, but there were much bigger things going on here. Still she knew that Cynder was hurting and she wasn't being a very good friend. "I guess you're right… Fine. Let's go."
The duo flew off in the direction of which they saw Terrador and Cynder go in. Emory was about to fly down and call to Cynder when Terrador spoke. "I never did tell you why your mother died, did I?"
"What?" Emory and Cynder asked.
The flying duo fell into the bushes. Terrador began his tale woven in lies and secrets.
"Dad. I have something to tell you." Cynder said hesitantly before Terrador could speak.
Terrador raised a brow and looked down at his daughter curious. He thought that Cynder would have listened without interruption due to the importance of said subject. Cynder was playing with her paws, still unsure if she should tell her father the truth. She had known the truth of her mother's death for a long time and she wanted to tell her dad, but she was worried what he might think. At worse, he could hate her mother, which wasn't something she wanted. Still, Cynder knew that she had to tell him the truth at some point.
"Mom... " Cynder paused, trying to find the courage to tell her dad. "Mom didn't commit suicide." She paused again to look up at her father, who held his straight forward look on his face. "She was killed… By two people sent by Malefor…" Cynder had to pause again as she felt emotions from that moment resurface again. "I was there when it all happened, and before they killed her." Cynder had to stifle a sniffle. "I overheard them talking about what she did before she came to Warfang… And that she use to work for Malefor."
Both Emory and Ember's maws hung low, as they watched in secret, surprised to hear this. Even Terrador seemed shocked by this. "How did you find out?" Her father asked curiously.
Cynder's gaze dropped away from her father's "I…" she took a moment to sniffle, finding the memory rather hard to tell. Despite the fact that she was talking with her father whom she trusted with her life, it was like there was a lump in her throat preventing her from explaining. She suddenly felt her dad pulling her closer to him, trying to comfort her more, which did help a little. Her small smile came back, and the lump started to disappear. She looked back up at her father who was looking back at her with a gentle smile on his face as he waited patiently for her to tell him. Cynder took a deep breath and continued her story. "I was there when they killed her."
The moment Terrador heard this, his first thought was shock. She knew this entire time, and she never told him. But then Terrador realized that he should be helping Cynder and he instantly pulled his daughter into a hug, wanting to comfort her the best he could. Feeling this sudden hug, Cynder felt the need to tell Terrador everything. Cynder teared up again and her jaw quivered. She returned the hug and stuttered the rest of her story through her tears. "She- she just told me to hide and… and then they came and- and…" she couldn't finish as her tears took hold of her and she broke down crying again.
Terrador didn't let go of his daughter. If anything, he only tightened his hug and tried to sooth his daughter.
"Cynder I'm sorry." Was all that he could find himself mustering, but he didn't let her go.
He started to tear up as well as his own memories of his past mate came to mind. The duo wasn't sure how long they spent holding one another, but time didn't matter too much to them as they grieved. Both Emory and Ember started to feel awkward spying on them and were about to leave them to their own accords, when Cynder pulled away from her dad, looking at least a little better than she did before.
"Thanks dad." Cynder gave her father a small smile, before wiping away whatever tears were still in her eyes. Terrador merely returned the smile back at her.
"If you ever need someone to talk to about her Cynder, I'm always here for her." Terrador said, hoping to give some closer to his daughter. Cynder's smile grew a little larger after hearing this and she nodded.
"So, dad, what was it that you were saying before?" Cynder asked, completely forgetting what their previous conversation was before she interrupted him.
Terrador's expression turned from comforting to hesitation and then to a little regretful. "I was about to explain how your mother actually died, but I since you already knew that… I guess I should explain something as well... Cynder, I known what happened to your mother for a long time." Cynder's eyes shot up to her father and her mouth hung open.
"What?"
Terrador nodded. "I've known for a long time." Cynder stood up, stepping away from her father. It hit her like a ton of bricks, that all of her worries, all of her fears that her father would change his mind about her mother. All of it a waste of her time. Terrador wasn't too surprised to see this sort of reaction from his daughter. He sort of expected this. If anything, he actually expected her to do more. To be outraged that he's kept this a secret for so long. Then again, Cynder herself knew and never told her father. Terrador took a deep breath and leaned forwards, knowing that there was a lot to tell. "Your mother told me a lot of what happened while she was gone. About what she's done and what she was ordered to-"
"Ordered?!" Cynder wasn't sure what her father was getting at, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know. What more could her father could be hiding from her. "Dad… What aren't you telling me?"
Cynder really knew that she shouldn't be talking like this to her father, especially know, but Cynder was mad and in shock still. Hearing this really only made it harder for Terrador to tell her.
"Cynder, please. I've wanted to tell you all of this sooner but… It's complicated Cynder." Purely by the look on her father's face, Cynder could tell that he was struggling to find the words, though this didn't help calm down her anxiety that was growing rapidly by each passing second.
"What do you mean it's complicated dad? What aren't you telling me!" Cynder took a step closer to her father demanding that he tell her. Terrador saw by the look on her face that she wasn't going to let this go until he told her. Seeing this only made him smile though. "You are so much like your mother." He couldn't help but chuckle rather nervously, which only made Cynder furious. "Cynder, the thing is that-"
"Terrador, sir?" A guard from the crime scene interrupted Terrador before he could continue. Cynder jumped, only now realizing that she was wrapped up in her own little world. The guard opened his mouth, only to look down at Cynder for a moment. "We...uh... found some more evidence that needs your attention." he said, seemingly changing what he was going to say to her father. Terrador knew what the guard was getting at and he looked conflicted between continuing his conversation with Cynder and doing his job.
Terrador look down at his daughter and gave her a frail smile. "Look Cynder I-"
Cynder huffed and looked away, looking rather upset that her dad was leaving before finishing what he wanted to say. "If this really is all that important, then just go already."
Hearing his daughter talk like that to him, pulled at his heart. He didn't want to do this to her, but he didn't have any other choice in the matter. His job was far more important than his daughters needs right now. He let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "He couldn't have…." Terrador grumbled, just loud enough for Cynder to catch part of what he was saying. He then looked over to the guard. "Just give us a couple more seconds and I'll return shortly." The guard saluted, to which Terrador returned, before leaving the pair. Terrador looked back down at Cynder and put a paw on her shoulder. "I know this isn't fair Cynder, but this is a really important matter." He explained, trying to show her some sympathy. Cynder scoffed at his attempts though.
"More important than me? Than mom?"
Terrador narrowed his brow. He knew she had good reason for this but Terrador himself was hurting and he finally had enough of her attitude. "That is enough Cynder!" Terrador scolded causing Cylinder to flinch from his sudden change in attitude. "You know that isn't a fair thing to ask. Nothing in this world is that is more important to me than you or your mother!"
Terrador had to take a moment to recompose himself. While he didn't like what his daughter said, he still did understand where her anger was coming from. "Look" he said in a much calmer voice. "The fact is that trouble is coming, and a lot of people could get hurt if I don't do my job. I know that's not fair to you Cynder, but right now, the other people in this city need me more."
Cynder looked up at her father, and despite the fact that she was still mad at him, she knew he was right. She gave him a nod. "Alright dad. I'm sorry for what I said." Terrador at least a little glad to hear this and pulled her closer, embracing her in a hug, to which she happily returned. It didn't last long as Terrador was kind of in a hurry.
"I'll tell you the rest of the story tonight. For now, just hang out with Ember. I'll come find you once I'm done." Terrador quickly stood up and prepared to fly off back towards the crime scene.
Cynder turned to rejoin her friends when her dad spoke up again. "Oh, and one more thing." Cynder looked back at her father curiously. Last words? An apology? "You're grounded for a week. Don't you ever use that tone of voice on me. Ever again. No matter what." Before Cynder could say anything in retort or yell indignantly, Terrador flew off, leaving her with her jaw dropped, and not entirely sure if he was being serious or not.
Cynder sighed. The bushes rustled again as Ember and Emory started to whisper and panic about how to get out of here and what they thought about the information they just received.
Cynder jumped and hissed at the intruders. "Who's there?!"
Ember and Emory looked at each other and hesitated, but Cynder raised her tail in warning and they stepped out with their heads down. Several emotions went through Cynder at once. Shock at their sudden appearance. Anger at their eavesdropping, and moreso, a violation of a very big private secret. "Uh… Hi?" Emory said.
"Are. You. KIDDING ME?!" Cynder yelled. "How long have you been there?!"
"Long enough to hear everything." Ember replied with no hesitation.
Cynder just stared in shocked anger. "You… Really!? Do you know what a deep violation that was?" Emory opened his mouth, but Cynder quickly interrupted him. "I thought I told you guys I needed a moment?!"
"We just wanted to make sure you were ok Cynder." Emory managed to say. Cynder looked over to Ember, as if to see if she could confirm this, however Ember was busier thinking about something and wasn't paying too much attention. This annoyed Cynder even more. Her best friend just violated a very secret and private part of her and her family's life, and Ember looked like she didn't give a damn. And here I was thinking that we were friends. Cynder was shaking now, seething with rage.
"Hey Ember? Maybe we should… leave? Apologize? Something?" Emory said quietly to Ember. Ember still was not paying any attention.
"Hm? What?" Ember said, being snapped out of her train of thought. This only made Cynder more pissed off.
"You know what? Screw the both of you!" Cynder shouted, clearly beyond outraged at the two of them. Before either of her friends could say or do anything, Cynder turned and flew off.
Emory turned to Ember. "Seriously Ember, what is wrong with you!" Ember flinched by the sudden outburst.
"What did I do?" Ember asked, still confused as to why he was shouting at her.
"You are so wrapped up in your head about this issue, that you can't see that Cynder is hurting. I mean why did you even spy on her if you don't actually care?"
Ember gave Emory an irritated look.
"It's not like that. I care about Cynder, I really do, however there are a lot more things going on here. A lot bigger things. More important than you, or me, or Cynder. Look. I'm sorry that I pissed Cynder off and when I get the chance, I'll apologies to her as well, but don't go shouting at me, when people are dying all around us and we can't do a damn thing about it all because you didn't let me try to figure this out!" Ember started shouting back at him. This didn't help the situation in the slightest.
"Are you SERIOUSLY talking about the Zealot NOW!?" Emory shouted.
"Yes. Yes, I am. And if we start ignoring the bigger picture, bodies are going to fall."
"Why are you acting like the whole thing rests on your shoulders to deal with?" Emory managed to restrain himself from not shouting.
Ember scoffed, thinking that it was kind of obvious. "Simple. Because so far, the authorities, are only now looking into this problem, and the only ones who knows something about this, is the three of us, or at least it use to be until you and Cynder somehow forgot everything. Now I'm stuck with figuring out and clueing together all the things we've learned and then hopefully I can convince the guard of what they should suspect. Maybe, and just maybe, I'll be able to find my dad."
Emory gave her a dumbfounded look.
"What are you talking about?! Look I'm sorry to hear that your dad is missing, but if things are as bad as they seem to you, then just tell them what you know! Don't go solving this and then show them what you found. That's wasting everyone's time!"
"And if we rush into these sorts of things, then more people could be hurt, or maybe they will focus on the wrong thing, or maybe they'll use my dad in order to get away!"
Emory began to scowl growing more than tired of Ember's attitude. "That's assuming he's alive in the first place!" he shouted back at her.
Ember stiffened. She had thought of the possibility of her dad being dead, however she did all that she could to not think about that. At this point, all she could really do was hope and pray that he was alive. Emory could tell by the tears starting to swell in Ember's eyes, that he had gone too far, however before he could apologies, Ember turned away from him and stormed off, leaving him all alone.
Emory stood dumbfounded and tried to go over what just happened. "Great. First Ember gets Cynder all pissed, and now I piss off Ember. I mean, really? One hell of a day, eh?" Emory sighed and decided to go home to pass time, leaving each girl off to their own devices. Who knows how long it would take for them female to come to sense.
Going home, Emory scrambled around his room hoping to find something to kill time, wanting the day just to be over. His room was nothing too interesting, for a dragon his age at least. He had long outgrown playing with toys, yet he kept some from his childhood as keepsakes which sat on a shelf that hung from his wall. Outside of that, his room was filled with a couple of scrolls from school, a bed, and a closet near the desk. It was simple, but he didn't mind.
Emory let out a heavy groan, as he wasn't too keen on doing homework at the moment, and he wasn't too much in the mood to read any of the books he had laying around. He held a box of crystals that projected a movie into the user's mind directly. He glanced over at his wall that held his childhood knickknack's.
A smile crept onto his face as he relieved some of the memories he had with the toys and considered pulling some down just to hold once again. However, his eyes stopped on a small pile of rolled up parchment that sat on the shelf. They were old treasure maps he made for the vacation house on the cliff. HIs mood dipped momentarily as he stared at the pile, before Emory heard an unbudging voice saying Find the Map in the mad of his head. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do.
Dropping his box of crystals, he set out, focused on finding the map that he didn't even know why he wanted to find.
Terrador walked past the still guarded area of habitation, nodding to saluting soldiers and muttering in frustration as he walked to a hidden area near the crime scene and his house. It was a long day, and it had barely begun. He walked past another saluting guard and pushed open a door to a temporary base of operations on the field.
Terrador was lost in thought. He was doing his best to disregard or at least push down the thoughts regarding his past… no… dead mate. Trying for the third time, a soldier called for Terrador and Terrador jumped. "Yes. Right. What? Oh right."
Terrador got up and walked with the soldiers to a separate tent connected to the main one with zippers. Inside was a pair of cloth covering three bloody bodies. They were moved away to give the servicemen time and space to work the bodies. From the outline of the cloth, one could tell that it was two cheetahs and a dragon.
The pair stopped in front of the duo and Terrador sighed. "Seeing it again still does nothing to make me wonder any less. Not many can do this sort of damage to another."
"But sir, are you sure it was he who did it?"
They turned to the remains of a Zealot uniform, bloody and in tatters. "Perhaps. He is the most possible suspect. He is still, here right?"
The other soldier nodded. "Good. Get this place cleaned up and move the bodies outside. Announce the end of the investigation."
The guard saluted and started to shout orders to other lower ranking soldiers. Terrador walked towards another section of the tent. Inside was two guards around another dragon, muzzled, chained, and asleep. A medical dragon was hovering over the battered dragon who flinched slightly every time the doctor touched the many wounds on the dragon's body. Seeing as there was no developments, Terrador sat down and decided to wait.
A single dragon in uniform stood on top of a podium, speaking into a crystal to magnify voice.
"Attention all dragons curious about the murder case today, gather round. This will be posted at the town forum and the Warfang Daily. The Warfang Violence Investigation Department of the Warfang Dragon Army have solved the case. Two cheetahs' muggers targeted a poor dragon, who fought back and defeated the two muggers, before succumbing to his own wounds. The cheetahs have identified as Bengal and Flash Malvin. The dragon is still unknown. Motive seems to be gems. Further questions shall be delivered to the Army Police Department Station. Questions will be answered in the Paper. Thank you."
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