A/N: Remember kids, don't do Morgan's trick at home unless you want to burn down your house. And give a round of applause to garnetflint for doing the beta on this chapter.
Chapter 35
Casey found himself in the pantry shaking his head with disbelief. Grime's idea was bizarre, ludicrous even, but he couldn't deny that the gnome had something that could work. "So we use a microwave, " he said bluntly.
"Exactly!" Morgan exclaimed. "Well, a microwave and tin foil. I remember one time I tried to nuke a burrito when I was 10 and forgot to take the wrapping off. I stepped away to use the can and when I came back it was on fire! Boy, my mom was royally cheesed at the time and I never forgot to be careful about putting foil in ever since. "
"Yeah, that could work we could put some of the gunpowder in a ball of foil, put it on top of the C4 and kaboom!" Anna said excitedly. "Oh, better put some powder on the block too just in case."
Casey gave grunt #17, which to those versed in Casey Grunt© meant "Hold your horses!"
"That's all good and all, but we still have the issue about blast radius," he pointed out. "With this amount of C4 you're going need to be one hell of a runner to get clear before it goes off, and I doubt any of us are quick enough to turn the damn thing on and get clear in time. Only other option is to somehow get the microwave to start by itself."
"I might have a way to do that, " Chuck said through the headset. "I've rigged microwaves to turn on as soon as you plug them in before. Tried it once on Ellie on Halloween when I was 16 and she flipped out. She thought it was possessed!" he said chuckling at the memory. This was after they'd watched Poltergeist at his insistence and, knowing his sister, Ellie was still creeped out. "It's not that hard to set up actually. Pass me over to Anna and I can walk her through it."
"Wu, you're up," Casey said as he handed the headset back to Anna. "Bartowski's going to talk you through modifying the oven while me and your boy-toy saw these shells open. The bread knives they got back here ought to do the job as long as someone's nose doesn't get twitchy."
"Jeez, you sneeze chili powder all over one time and they never let you forget it. If you're that paranoid about me why have me help?" Morgan asked skeptically.
"Because like Bartowski demonstrated time and again, idle hands are a sure-fire way to cock up an operation. And believe me, nothing gets me angry like a job gone sideways."
"And getting your paint job scratched up," Anna chimed in.
Morgan was mortified she brought that up, realizing her need to exasperate authority figures had gone too far. "Hypothetically speaking of course," he added hurriedly. "That's not something you joke about sweetums. Some people, Casey included, get protective of their rides like it was a case of Crystal Pepsi, and they CERTAINLY wouldn't appreciate even hinting at hurting their treasure. Let's just get to work, waste not want not, especially with time, and that's what we don't have much of. So let's get to it guys!"
Chuck was happy that his buddy prevented the wraith of Casey, having experienced a mild version for blowing his original Crown Vic up two years prior. Working faster than expected, the unlikely team had finished their little project in record time. The gunpowder that was extracted was placed on top of some napkins and then into a now balled up bunch of tinfoil. Casey wanted to make sure that the powder came into direct contact with a flame, thus the paper napkins factored in. Thankfully, an extra-long extension cord lay in the supply closet, solving the issue of getting out of the blast radius. Once everything was done, it came time to set the plan into motion.
"So, why are we putting this bad boy by the secret entrance?" Morgan asked as he unspoiled the cord.
"Looks like your hearing needs to be checked. I hate repeating myself but I hate losing our advantage to your ignorance more, " Casey griped. "It's to fool these goons into thinking someone is trying to breach the side entrance from the outside. Thanks to Bartowski mucking up the camera feeds, they'll think they're under attack and that means they'll have to pull most of the guards to mount a counter-attack."
"Oh, I get it now. Once everyone's scrambling around we can grab Sarah without as much fuss, or bullets flying towards us," Morgan said.
"Works for me, " Anna chimed in. She was busy arranging the C4 and the improvised tinfoil detonator together in the microwave. "Okay, I think we're good to go. This is an older model so we don't have to worry about the tray rotating and causing the block to roll away. Just plug her in and we're good to go."
The trio ducked into an abandoned office in a remote section of the base just as Casey plugged the other end of the extension cord in. He stood peering out of the door while Anna and Morgan huddled underneath the desk just in case the explosion was larger than what was predicted. He stood there waiting to see what would occur, yet nothing happened. And just like that, the silence was broken. A loud BOOM erupted and seemed to reverberate throughout the building followed by the wail of klaxons. It was louder than the movies would have you believe, and Anna was thrilled with the results. She got to her feet and snuck a peak outside, seeing the carnage. The doors themselves held but the walls of the surrounding rooms where gone.
"Definitely better than an M-80," she whispered to herself, and wondered how she could get the chance to play around with the stuff in the future.
"When I give the signal we're moving out, " Casey whispered to them. "You two stay behind me, close but not crowding me. You follow my lead and we might be able to see another sunrise." They stood there a moment waiting for various guards to go rushing by. As soon as Chuck gave the go ahead, off they went into the hallway.
With Chuck's direction they found themselves just outside the doors where Sarah had been lead into. Casey was grateful that the nerd has access to the building's layout for the umpteenth time. The uniform appearance of the hallways coupled with the distortion that came from having a bag on your head followed with a punch to the face had played havoc on his usually infallible sense of direction and Casey knew that they didn't have time to spare wandering the hallways. The racket they kicked up was sure to cause Anderson's men to go on the defensive and that would entail them checking up on their prisoners. Needless to say, whatever advantages they had now would evaporate if they discovered Chuck had slipped his bonds or Casey had been let loose.
"Grimes, Wu, you got anything reflective on you?" Casey asked quietly. "Anything would do, even an iPhone's backing could do the job."
"Sorry big guy. Just got my ancient flip phone," Morgan said sadly.
Anna grunted. "And I got an Android phone. They got plastic backs, so they're not shiny. But I do have something that ought to work." Working quickly, she fished around in her monstrous purse and to Casey's surprise pulled out a compact mirror. The last thing he'd expect the self-proclaimed punk to carry was something so… feminine, but he kept that to himself. No time for banter now.
"Thanks Wu. I'll have it back to you in a moment." Using the mirror, Casey angled it to survey the room. There were two guards left in the room, both armed with MP10 SMGs, standing by where they'd had Walker strapped down. The chair she was in wasn't designed to restrain a person, so they opted to duct tape her to it instead. All three were out of close battle range and he wanted to avoid firing the shotgun if he could avoid it.
Casey handed the mirror back to Anna before briefing them. "We got two hostiles inside watching Walker. I can take them but we to draw them out, otherwise we expose our position to the unfriendlies. Grimes, you poke your head out for a moment, just enough for them to see your hairy mug, and duck back. I'll take care of the rest. "
"Decoy duty huh? I can pull that off easily," Morgan said.
"And what am I, chopped liver?" Anna asked. "I could take one of them if they get up close. My Black Belt isn't just for holding my gi closed you know."
Casey thought for a moment. Her dossier was scant but the one thing that stood out was her mastery in Martial Arts. It wouldn't put her on the same level as someone that went through Close Battle Combat training but with surprise on their side she could buy him a few seconds while he dealt with the other. "Okay, you can jump the smaller one but if you get hurt or worst that's on you. These guys don't play around and I can't babysit you."
Moments later, Morgan poked his head out of the door and shouted, "Oops should have made that left at Albuquerque!" right before disappearing into the corridor. Both men hurried out the door and instantly Anna and Casey sprung. Casey smashed his guard in the neck with the shotgun's stock while Anna caught the other with a roundhouse kick to the face. To Casey's surprise, her strike dropped the man instantaneously.
"Not bad for a couple of nerds, " he told the two, and was met with grins. "Now comes the not as fun part. Grimes grab the other guy and drag him inside. Don't worry about being gentle, he certainly wouldn't have," he said as he hefted his victim.
Inside, Casey was greeted to the sight of Sarah Walker duct taped to a chair and was backlight by the blinking lights of rows upon rows of servers. Technology-wise he wasn't in Bartowski's and Wu's league but he knew enough to know that there was a monstrous amount of data being held in this one room. Idly he wondered how those Cold War spooks would react if they knew just how much raw data one government could accumulate. If printed out on paper the intel alone could possibly bury an entire metropolitan city!
Quietly, he lowered his guard to the ground and put on his gun belt. He quickly checked the piece, a 10mm caliber pistol whose make he didn't recognize, before holstering it and moving to the others. "I'll cut Walker loose while you two search the guards. Anything you find, no matter how trivial, goes in a pile here. The same goes for the weapons."
"Say please and I'll toss in a complimentary chocolate, "Morgan joked. A look from Casey confirmed that a "please" wasn't going to be forthcoming anytime soon.
"Looks like my experience rolling drunks is going to come in handy, " Anna said as she rubbed her hands gleefully. "I haven't had to do so since 2 Christmases ago when Jeff got wasted on nog and nodded off before giving me the keys to the cage. Hope I haven't gotten rusty."
"It's like falling off a bike, you never forget."
Satisfied that the Buy More duo was occupied with something useful, Casey surveyed the room for anything that looked out of place such as booby traps or enemy equipment. Besides the trussed up Sarah Walker, the only other foreign thing in the area was a small box sitting nearby on a table with wires running out of it and into the a nearby workstation. "So this was how they were getting the data," he muttered. He wasn't sure the mechanics of the thing but it definitely wasn't standard issue equipment for a facility like this. He yanked the cables and pocketed the thing for later. The eggheads can take a crack at it once things were settled.
Satisfied that he did his due diligence, he turned to Walker and pulled out the combat knife that hung from his newly acquired belt. Speaking into the headset, he said to Chuck, "Good news Bartowski, Walker doesn't appear to be hurt. Once I got her head free I'll put you on." Normally he'd try to avoid the mushy stuff, especially during an operation, but he knew it was easiest way to put Chuck at ease. Things usually got wonky when he got antsy, especially when it came to Sarah.
"Thanks Casey… uh what do you mean when you say 'get her head free'? They didn't duct tape her head too, did they?!" he asked nervously.
"Don't panic, it looks like they stuck a gas mask on her head to render her blind and mute. With the visor painted over and the mask on, it'll make it harder for her to tell what's happening. Good thing they still needed her, otherwise they'd resort to… something more permanent," Casey insinuated. Better to spare the nerd the details than for him to lose his cookies now, even if he needed the toughening up.
After carefully slicing off the tape wound around her, Casey yanked the mask off her head, only to get a wad of spit to the face for his efforts. "Must be reflex," Casey thought to himself as he wiped his face with his sleeve.
"Casey, is that you?!" she shouted. For a moment he thought she'd somehow gone deaf from a blow to the head, until he noticed something orange sticking out of her ears. Her capturers had stuck earplugs in to muffle her hearing too, dashing his hopes that she'd overheard their plans. Gingerly, he yanked them out and plopped Anna's headset on her.
"Here, you talk to Bartowski while I get you lose. I need to concentrate right now if I'm going to get this off without slicing open an artery and I'm sick of the nerd yammering in my ear," he said without any real malice.
Sarah was still getting her senses back into focus, realizing that there were two other figures in the room. She was slightly bewildered to see Anna and Morgan, here of all places, pointing and prodding one of the guards like a piñata, but couldn't muster the effort to be completely surprised. It was just one of the days, the type where so much happened that eventually your disbelief just gives up and decides to take a nap. If a unicorn came up to her and offered her a free platinum plated Lamborghini right now she wouldn't have batted an eye.
"Hello?" she spoke into the headset cautiously, only to get an avalanche of conversation in return.
"Sarah! Oh thank the Force. Are you alright? Did they hurt you at all? I hope not, but if so I hope Casey gave them an extra good whammy. But honestly, if you quizzed me, I'd say I prefer you sans pain of course. If you're thirsty, don't hesitate to ask. Casey's, you know, Casey, so you'd be better off asking Morgan," Chuck got out.
Sarah grinned at the outburst. Chuck was lord knows where and he had the state of mind to play mother hen. "I'm glad to hear you're alright. And don't worry about me; they wanted me in pristine condition. I don't know why but I think Anderson said that they still might need me. He said something about needing a backup to the backup, whatever that means."
"Maybe he was referring to Jordan. They needed someone with access right?" he suggested.
Sarah frowned. "That didn't sound like a guess to me."
"It's not, and no it's not because of you-know-what. I'm in the same room with her right now, and she's not doing so well. She refused to help and they beat her up pretty badly, " he explained. "I'm in the archives by the… oh we're around the corner from the infirmary. Good thing. Once you're out, could you pick up a couple of things? A wheelchair for Jordan, since I don't think she can't stand, and some Tylenol and some bandages for me. My hand is still bothering me."
"Is your hand still bothering you after what Shaw did?" she asked calmly, though she could feel the anger rising in her gut. Despite her training the urge to turn Shaw from Abercrombe model into a walking Picasso was getting stronger by the moment.
"Must have from when he slipped the cuffs off, " Casey offered as he sawed through the tape. "Didn't think the nerd had the nerve to dislocate his thumb like that. You'd probably want to get an ice pack to reduce the swelling. "
"Chuck…" she began, stunned by the revelation.
"It was the only way, " he told her. "They had Casey in those new containment cells, and those can't be opened from inside. It was either that or…. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."
"I was going to say thank you," she finished. Although Sarah wasn't happy that he'd hurt himself on her behalf, the reason why he did wasn't lost on her. It had been ages since anyone cared enough to put themselves out like that, and it touched her that Chuck would think of her first. "But you better not make a habit of doing that. I'd never hear the end of it from Ellie if she learned you've been dislocating parts of yourself to impress me," she joked, although it came out more hoarse than she meant it to.
Chuck laughed. "Trust me, I'll leave that to the professionals in the future. Hold on, I hear something." He paused for a moment, the sound of footsteps echoing in her ears. A moment later, he returned, talk at a whisper now. "Oh crap, someone's just opened the door. Got to go!" And like that, the line went dead.
Sarah's eyes went wide and she leapt from the chair, tearing the last of the duct tape off. Part of her shirt came off with the tape but Sarah paid it no mind. Casey cursed as he stumbled back, letting the blade clatter to the ground instead of letting it slice her leg open. "Damn it Walker, what the hell are you thinking?" he bellowed.
"No time for that Casey, Chuck's got company!" she exclaimed, her eyes scanning the room intently. "I need a weapon ASAP."
"Well, we got all of the shooty and stabby things in that pile over there, " Morgan said meekly as he nodded to a pile of armaments laying to the side. He never saw Sarah like this before, her eyes radiating an intensity that made him nervous. She nodded her thanks and marched over to the pile where she cinched the belt around her and scoped up one of the machine guns Morgan had so delicately handled before.
"Okay, who knows where the infirmary is?" she asked quickly.
"I think we passed it on the way in. I don't think we're that far away from it," Anna said to her.
"You think you can find your way back there?"
"Yeah, the place doesn't have that many twists and turns," Anna told her offhand.
"Great, you lead the way," Sarah said as she grabbed Anna's arm, practically hauling her out the door before Casey or Morgan could get a word in.
"So, do we have a plan?" Anna asked her quietly as they navigated the halls.
"Yes. I neutralize the hostiles using any means necessary, and then we get Chuck and another captured agent to the infirmary where I'll sweat her for everything she knows," Sarah said coolly.
"Let me guess, you're worried some pretty brunette hoochie is making eyes at your man again?" Anna said smartly.
"Ah-ha, I knew that it wasn't just me being jealous! Those brown haired harpies are sniffing around Chuck." Sarah thought to herself.
Out loud she just said, "AND she might know something about all this. Her appearance here is just too coincidental for my liking. By the way, you might want to wait here a moment." Sarah disappeared round the corner and moments later something heavy hit the ground. "We're clear," she said moments later. "Don't worry, I just knocked him out. Didn't think to check if the gun was silenced so I thought not to chance it, " she said mollified.
"Err…Happens to the best of us, " Anna said hesitantly as she stepped over the unconscious guard's body. Even after the events the night before it still surprised just how badass she was.
They quietly moved through the corridors afterwards, neither woman sure what to say at the moment. When they arrived at the spot where Anna saw the infirmary, they stopped to get their bearings. "Here, this ought to help," Anna said as she pressed her compact into Sarah's free hand, and for once Sarah was glad to have another woman in the field with her.
In Sarah's experience, female agents were sensible in a way male agents weren't but this was offset by the fact that most resorted to politicking to help gain traction in the male dominated realm of espionage, especially when inter-agencies entered the picture. It was nice change of pace not having to worry about being sabotaged or sold out by a teammate. She ducked down to open the compact mirror and scanned the archives. "Got three hostiles, possibly more inside but the shelves are in the way. Without grenades I guess I'll have to risk it," she said before handing the mirror back.
"What are you planning on doing?" Anna asked but soon got her answer when Sarah got to her feet and leaned inside. Using the doorway for cover, she unleashed a burst of fire at the three men, cutting them down before they could register she was there. To Sarah's satisfaction, the gun was one of those with the built in sound suppressor so it didn't make as much a racket as she feared.
"Wait here while I mop up the rest," she said to Anna before rushing inside. Anna didn't feel like arguing for once since she wasn't in a hurry to see any dead bodies nor did she want to get underfoot. She shook her head, trying to dispel the stress. Did Chuck have to deal with this stuff all the time during his time at the the Buy More? If so, how the heck did he manage it anyways?
"Contact negative!" yelled a voice from down the hallway. A patrol was coming through and the only door open at the moment was the archive. Despite her misgivings, Anna decided to head inside instead of trying to reason with the heavily armed men. Her reasoning was that she'd rather take her chances of accidentally getting shot during Sarah's firefight over lining up for a patrol to gun her down, and she didn't care who'd argue the wisdom of that.
Inside three men lay on the ground still. There was blood but not as much as the movies would like you to believe. The sound of someone crashing to the ground snapped Anna back to the now and she took cover by a row of shelves. What happened next was downright brutal. Sarah had finished firing a gun at a guard while another had attempted to catch her unaware, only to get an empty pistol to the head. The shock of the thrown gun connecting with his temples caused the man to drop knees while Sarah head-butted his compatriot and she then finished him off with a vicious axe kick to the back of the neck.
As Sarah stood over her vanquished foe, one more armed guard appeared from a row of shelves adjacent to Anna, so intent on finishing off Sarah that he didn't notice Anna's presence. A rolling cart sat near where she hid, and in a snap decision she sent it flying towards the gunman's back. The cart's impact into his back sent the guard sprawling, his weapon firing into the wall nearby as he griped hard. In a flash Anna was upon the man, launching an assault of her own. A kick meant for the masked man's head missed as he rolled out of the way and he was back on his feet. To his surprise, the civilian he faced was skilled at hand to hand, her blows seeming to penetrate his defences easily while expertly warding off his own offence. Eventually though, a jab connected with Anna's ear, staggering her for a moment and the man finally saw a chance to draw his knife. Before he could use it though, Sarah smashed him in the head with the rifle he'd dropped just moments ago.
"Are you alright?" Sarah asked her calmly. "It's a good thing I was here or things could have ended very badly there. Why'd you come in here anyways?"
Anna took a moment to respond, her blood still up from the fight. "Some… some of those guys were coming through the hall and this was the only place nearby that was open, " she panted. "Would've stayed out of your smash up too if that guy didn't try to shoot you in the back."
Sarah's eyes finally drifted along the wall to where the bullets hit. From the trajectory realized that the man that now lay at her feet had her dead to rights moments ago. She nodded to Anna, grateful for the help. "Thanks for getting my back," she said to her.
Anna grinned. "No problem, though the way you tore through these guys makes me think you'd just catch the bullet with your teeth and tear him a new one if I didn't intervene. "
Sarah laughed. "If only," she said shaking her head at the absurdity of the thought. "I doubt even the training I got could have saved me back there."
"Still, there's no denying you got moves. Man, we got to spar sometime! Not now of course, but after all this is over," Anna quickly added.
Sarah mulled this over while she grabbed a fresh pistol from the guard she head-butted not even a minute ago. Casey mentioned she'd won some Martial Arts competitions when he was doing background checks on Chuck's co-workers at the start of Project Bartowski and could be a worthwhile sparring partner. It was hard finding anyone at her level ever since Carina's ego got too bruised from losing too often and Sarah was dying for some friendly competition. "Let me think about it. We still have to rescue Chuck and deal with these bogeys after all. Still… ah screw it, let's make it interesting. Loser has to pay for ice cream."
"You're on blondie. I'll take two scoops of Chunky Monkey with ALL the fixings, and don't you forget it!"
It took moments for the two to locate Chuck, but through the process of elimination tracked him down to one of the numerous supply closets the base had. Sarah borrowed Anna's compact again and angled it under the door. Visibility was low but she was able to see that the only shoes in the mirror were a pair of Chuck Taylors that her boyfriend favored. Satisfied nobody was going to ambush her, she decided to knock on the door.
"Uh, who's there?" Chuck called out nervously.
"Vicky Vale," Sarah replied, smiling at Anna's perplexed look. "Inside joke," she explained as the door unlocked, showing Chuck's relieved face. She hugged him one handed, her other hand clenching a pistol, as he gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Definitely saw that coming, " came a voice behind Chuck. Sarah looked behind him to see Jordan Black sitting on top of a rolling cart looking worse for wear. Two guards were snoozing away in the other corner, each with a Twilight Dart in neck. "The whole office romance thing I mean," Jordan clarified. "The two of you just seemed so comfortable together that it was hard to miss."
"I know right? Can you believe these two weren't even doing it until a year ago?" Anna chimed in.
"Oh, I can see that happening. Training does seem to get in the way of establishing honest relationships," Jordan told her. "So, who are you again?"
"Anna Wu, Chuck's business partner and pyrotechnician extraordinaire," she said as shot a quick salute to her. Two more men joined them and she introduced them. "This here's my man Morgan, a newly minted Benihana chef but you couldn't tell by how exquisite his cooking is," she said as he waved to Jordan. "And the tall fella is Colonel Frownyface, the life of the party."
"Least you got my rank right this time, " Casey grumbled. "Damn it Walker, you know better than to go breaking rank like that! The guards figured out our explosion were a ruse and are on high alert now. We almost ran right into a patrol trying to catch up!"
"Casey look I…" Sarah began before Casey cut her off.
"Stow it, we'll continue this later in the infirmary Walker! We still have some of our wounded to tend to first," he snapped. To Chuck he said, "Bartowski, can you walk?"
"Yeah," Chuck said quickly, not wanting to peeve Casey off right now.
"Good, you and Grimes will take Agent Black here and help her to the infirmary. Those carts squeak and that's the last thing we need right now, " he said. "I'll take point, while Walker follows at the rear. Wu, you grab Bartowski's pack and stay behind me. That's not up for argument," he curtly added.
"Sounds good to me Casey," Chuck jumped in. "Hey Morgan, you grab her left arm and I'll get her right. That alright with you?"
"No problem Chuck. Like they say in the Cub Scouts, always be prepared to help a lady in need. If they don't they should!"
Moments later, the team found themselves in the infirmary. As of now no one was aware of the shooting thanks to the thick walls and the patrol had passed through already, giving them a clear shot from the archives to the infirmary. Sarah fussed over Chuck while Casey inspected Jordan's wounds, making sure his thumb was properly splinted this time. She was happy that Chuck had the forethought to improve a makeshift splint but preferred something less thrown together. By now Morgan found the painkillers as well as some Tylenol to help Jordan's pain and an icepack for Chuck.
Casey cleared his throat to give his diagnosis. "Agent Black has several broken ribs, some broken fingers on both hands, and one dislocated knee. Got two pieces of good news. First one is that there's no concussion which would make things messier."
"What's the second piece?" Jordan asked cautiously.
"The other is that I've got experience in battlefield first aid and with all of the supplies here I can help Black make it to a hospital without being D.O.A. Wu, give me hand here. I'd ask Bartowski but he's squeamish. Grimes, hold Black's leg straight while I set it."
"Guess we're on guard duty, " Chuck said to Sarah. "Oh, and thanks for worrying about me. Those guys were getting close to finding us when you went all Rambo on them. I'm sorry you had to cheese Casey off to do it though."
"Don't worry about it. I'd take Casey chewing me out any day of the week if it meant you were safe, " she told him as she gave his hand a quick squeeze. Jordan let out a muffled cry as Casey set her leg and Sarah found herself holding his hand longer to offer support. "She's going to be fine Chuck."
Chuck nodded as if to say something, yet before he could the PA system sprung to life.
"The submersible vehicle is docking with the station. The alert is on hold. All guards to your posts," came the announcer's voice over the system.
"A submersible vehicle? You mean like a submarine?" Morgan asked.
"Perceptive as ever, " Casey answered wryly. "They already have access to the base, so that must mean one thing."
"Escape plan?" Sarah offered.
"Exactly. These guys are almost finished their timetable."
Chuck shook his head. Now was not the time to lose heart, not when there was still something they could do. "Guess it's up to us to meet our own deadline then before they meet theirs," he said with as much gusto as possible. Only time would tell if they'd succeed or not.
A/N: Whether you like or hate what you've read, don't hesitate to leave a comment. I'm always up for reading feedback.