Chapter 4: Home and Friends
The hot and dry air of South Dakota blew past Cade as he drove along one of its main highways. There was no one else on the road except for their convoy, and as the mountains and empty plains passed by on each side, he began to relax his grip on the steering wheel.
It had been a little over a day since their scavenging run in the ruins of Chicago. They had to hide most of the time, traveling at night and avoiding densely populated areas with Energon detectors, so it had taken them longer than expected to return home. But despite this, their traveling time was much faster compared to when Optimus had left; just a few months after the Battle of Hong Kong and the subsequent formation of the TRF, they could not go from one city to another without passing a lot of patrols, and it was made even worse when the government started to field the Assault Walkers. Fortunately, they quickly learned which routes to take and avoid. And now they could travel with relative ease.
Soon they reached the Badlands and headed deeper into the heart of the state. It was past noon when they finally drove along the road that led to Sioux land. Up ahead, Cade sighted a trailer parked on the side and someone sitting on a brown horse.
With a smile, he pulled up beside the man. "Good afternoon, Chief!" he greeted cheerfully. Beside him, Izzy began to stir awake.
"Cade," the Chief said. He wore sunglasses, a cowboy hat, and a sheriff's uniform. In truth, his real name was Sherman. But Cade liked to call him Chief partly because he was the chief of the Sioux in these part of the state. The other reason was because Sherman did not like it when people call him that, and Cade just loved to piss him off. "Don't call me Chief. My name is Sherman."
"Yeah, but aren't you the tribal chief?" Cade eyed the horse intently. It was a sprinter, bred for running and chasing. "Nice horse you got there. How old is he?" He reached out to rub its head, but had to pull back with a yelp when it tried to bite him. "Woah!"
"Don't. He doesn't like to be touched by anyone except me." Sherman caressed the horse's neck gently. "His name's Chaser. A year old. I got him last month." He frowned. "You know something about horses?"
Cade shrugged. "A bit. My grandparents owned a farm before, and I used to help them clean our horses when I was still a kid. Dad sold them after they died."
"And then you became an inventor whose inventions sucks that you can't pay your daughter's college tuition," Izzy muttered beside him.
Cade ignored her. "So why are you using a horse? Where's your cruiser?" He looked around, hoping to see it. Sherman was rarely seen without his cruiser, and sometimes he hire Cade to check on it for maintenance. It was part of the deal they had made in exchange of receiving sanctuary for the Autobots.
"My cruiser got broken. Again," Sherman said tightly. He jerked a thumb behind him. Cade gasped.
"Oh gosh, what happened to it?"
Ruined could not describe the state of the car. It looked more like a herd of buffaloes had crashed into the vehicle and made it their toy. The windshields and sirens were shattered, and the hood was crushed. The doors were heavily dented as if something had rammed into it, with deep gashes like claws. But the worst were the tires; they were riddled with punctures which Cade soon realized were bite marks.
Cade had a feeling who did this, but he feigned ignorance and shook his head. "Wow! That's terrible, Chief! Who would do that to your cruiser?" He frowned. "You sure there's no psychopath on the loose?"
Sherman sighed. "It's not a person, Cade."
"Oh! Then it's probably a deer or a bear!" Cade waved a finger animatedly. "You know, you should be careful, Chief. There are wild animals roaming around and no one is safe. Just yesterday, I saw this big lion prowling in the—"
"There are no deers or bears in South Dakota, Cade. Or even lions."
"…oh."
"Cut the shit, will you?" Sherman took off his sunglasses and fixed him with a glare. "I know that you know who did this."
The voice died in Cade's throat. He deflated and sighed. "I'll remind them not to bother you again. I'll also fix the car for you as usual."
"Free of charge?"
"Free of charge."
Sherman grunted in satisfaction. "Good." He put on his sunglasses and glanced toward Izzy. "Hello, Izzy."
The girl waved and smiled. "Hi, Chief."
"I hope your employer is not making you work too much." Sherman briefly returned his gaze to Cade before sweeping his eyes over their convoy. "Your haul?" he asked upon seeing Canopy's filled sack.
"Yup. Got it yesterday. We could even use some of the spare parts we got to fix your car. What do you say, Chief?"
"As long as it's free of charge. Well, you better be off now. I'm going to return to my patrol soon. Cade," Sherman glared at the inventor one last time, "don't forget about our deal."
Cade nodded. "You know I don't forget about deals, Chief. Ever."
"After your age doubled, you will," he snorted before waving a hand dismissively. Taking it as a sign to leave, Cade said, "Right. See you next time, Chief!", before driving ahead.
The fiasco with Cemetery Wind and the Battle of Hong Kong left Cade and his daughter without a house, but with an extended family of alien robots. Unfortunately, despite Joshua's promise to help them, even he could not convince the US government from harassing, and ultimately, hunting them down once more.
At first, things had gone well. Tessa was enrolled to college with the promise that her tuition would be fully paid by Joshua, and the tycoon had lent them a house. For several months they lived a comfortable life while keeping the Autobots out of public attention, and though liaisons kept pestering them, they were at peace. But that changed when the TRF was formed and all Transformers were declared illegal.
It was only a matter of time, so Cade made a quick decision. During the middle of the night a few hours after the UN made the announcement, he packed a few belongings, bade farewell to Tessa, and left the house with the team. A good thing too, because the morning after, he learned from Tessa that a TRF team visited the house just an hour after they had left.
To his relief, the newly commissioned global response unit was not anything like Cemetery Wind, and they soon left after asking a few questions. Still, Tessa had been in a state of shock after she remembered the incident with Savoy. Fortunately, Shane was there to comfort her, and Cade breathed a sigh of relief when the racer told him that Tessa was fine. Despite that, however, he still did not trust Shane, and he reminded him that should anything happen to Tessa, he would track him down and cut off his balls to feed them to him.
Since then, Shane always called him every morning to report on Tessa's activities.
Their life had been hard after that. Constantly moving around and avoiding densely popuated cities, hiding in secluded areas. Cade worked part-time jobs in every town they passed, but they never stayed in one place for more than a week. He had been branded a fugitive just three days after he had left, and his wanted posters were posted everywhere. Most of the time, he had to rely on fake identities and disguises just to walk in the streets. Even Shane and Tessa's calls stopped, fearful of who may be listening. In the end, he and the Autobots fled from place to place.
It stayed like that for more than a year until they reached South Dakota and met Sherman.
The meeting was an accident. Cade was eating at a diner on a secluded town when he bumped into him at the toilet. He tried to keep his face hidden, but Sherman had a quick eye and sharp memory; the man recognized him immediately.
At first, Cade had planned on punching the guy and running away. But he quickly discarded that idea when Sherman offered him and the Autobots something they badly needed: sanctuary. He was initially suspicious. However, his suspicion vanished when the Chief told him that they were prepared to give them a place to live under the condition that they would not cause any trouble and if the situation called for it, they would help in any way they could.
Cade did not have difficulty in convincing the Autobots to accept. They were all tired from running away, and the prospect of settling down and living in relative peace was tempting. Thus, they accepted the offer without hesitation, and they were finally given a place they could call home for the time being.
Which turned out to be an abandoned junkyard.
Cade drove inside the entrance and along the single dirt path, slowly picking his way toward a collection of buildings up ahead. On either side were rows of dust covered, old, broken cars. The models varied from ancient Volkswagen Beetles to 90s Dodge Challengers, and there were even World War II Jeeps and trucks. Their chassis were all rusty, and most of the components were stripped away. But it provided them with a little assurance; no one would suspect that a group of highly advance alien robots was using a junkyard as their hideout.
The scent of oil invaded his nostrils as he got near the center. Almost immediately, a man's scream followed by a lot of cursing drew his attention. Cade parked on an empty spot between two cars just as his assistant, Jimmy, came into view running.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Jimmy chanted while charging toward a nearby truck with missing wheels. Behind him came two of the many residents inhabiting the junkyard.
The first one was a silver robotic tiger with black stripes on the back, sprinting nimbly on the hard ground. It was small, barely reaching Cade's neck even when standing, but it was more fiercer than the animal it resembled. Large fangs jutted out of its upper jaw, and its paws ended in razor-sharp claws. Techno-organic hairs covered the entire length of its body. It chased Jimmy with a snarl, its red eyes gleaming with hunger.
Beside it lumbered a miniature robotic rhino of a dull red color, bellowing in rage. It was slightly taller and heavier than its companion, and its strength was obvious; the ground shook at its footsteps, rattling the cars around it when it passed. The rhino rammed every object that stood in its path as it followed its companion.
Meanwhile, their target had already reached safety and scrambled up the roof of the truck, his face set in panic and terror. "CADE, HELP ME OVER HERE!" he screamed.
The inventor sighed and climbed out of his jeep, briefly noticing Hound and Bumblebee transforming. Behind him, he heard Izzy snicker at the sight of Jimmy frantically waving away his pursuers.
"I swear, Cade, that assistant of yours is useless." Hound shook his head.
Cade grunted, but said nothing and started to approach the commotion. "Jimmy, didn't I tell you to keep them on the leash?" He raised his voice to be heard over the man's screams.
"HOW CAN YOU KEEP ROBOT ANIMALS ON THE LEASH?" Jimmy looked at him with exasperation. His dark skin had a slight gleam from the sunlight due to the sheet of sweat coating him, the effects of exerting effort to escape the fangs and horns of his pursuers. A young man in his late twenties, Cade hired him to, supposedly, watch over the junkyard whenever he was away. But it seemed that it was Jimmy who required a caretaker himself.
"The way I told you. What happened here, anyway?" Cade asked, standing a twenty feet behind the tiger and rhino and craning his head up toward Jimmy. "We've only been gone for a day, and now I find this place out of order."
"You're really asking me?" asked Jimmy incredulously. "Cade, whenever you leave it becomes the animal kingdom here. Do you know that this one," he jabbed a finger toward the tiger, "tried to eat me last night? While this one," he pointed at the rhino, "almost killed me with that big ass horn of his!"
"That's not my problem anymore, Jimmy. I left you instructions. You should have followed them." Cade crossed his arms and scowled.
"That's what I did! But they only got me into this mess!" Jimmy yelped when the rhino rammed the side of the truck and almost threw him off balance. "You said I'm going to be senior vice-president of a corporation! You never told me that I'm going to be the caretaker of an alien hideout!"
"Yeah? Well, I lied." Cade clapped his hands. "Stripes, Ramhorn, that's enough!"
Slowly, the tiger and rhino turned, regarding him curiously with bright blue eyes.
Sighing, Cade approached the two and placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head. He had rescued the two after they had crashed in Chicago a year ago. And though they were a lot of help in guarding the junkyard, there were times when they brought more harm than good.
"What did I tell you about trying to eat people and cars?" he asked sternly. "Look, just because you're growing doesn't mean you have to run wild, okay? Stripes, I told you not to use the Chief's cruiser as your chew toy. We have lots of cars here that you could use. And you, Ramhorn. Don't go ramming into objects without permission, okay? They are not toys, and you know that."
For a moment, there was no response. Cade felt like he was scolding children. Technically, he was; by Cybertronian standards, Stripes and Ramhorn were still kids. However, their intelligent was just equivalent to normal Earth animals, with the exception of being able to understand speech and use weapons.
Finally, Stripes and Ramhorn lowered their heads and whimpered, a sign that they understood and already regretted their actions. Smiling, Cade patted them on their cheeks. "Good. I don't want this to happen again, okay? Now run along back to the others."
With a purr, Stripes nuzzled his hand then leapt away, followed closely by Ramhorn. Cade watched them for a moment until they leapt after Hound and Bumblebee, greeting them with excited growls and snorts.
"See?" Cade turned to Jimmy, who was now climbing down from the truck. "That's how you do it."
"They respect you, that's why," Jimmy grumbled. "But not me."
"That's because you're not doing anything to earn their respect." Cade waved him over as he strode back to his jeep. "Now stop complaining and help me with our haul."
When they returned to the others, Cade saw Izzy talking with one of their newest members.
"Sunstreaker!" he called.
When they first met the Autobot, Sunstreaker was in a rage. After touching down in Illinois and discovering that his twin, Sideswipe, was brutally murdered by Cemetery Wind, he went on a rampage that lasted three days and left a quarter of the city in ruins. He had been fortunate back then; the TRF was not fielding Walkers yet, and they were not as widespread and numerous. It took Sunstreaker wiping out an entire TRF unit alone for the military to intervene. Luckily, Cade and the Autobots rescued him before they could kill him.
The mech snapped his head toward him, his face set in alarm. His yellow, almost golden, paint scheme gleamed in the sunlight, and Cade had to partly shield his eyes as Sunstreaker faced him. "Oh, um, welcome back, Cade," the Autobot said nervously.
Cade frowned. "Jimmy, get that sack from my jeep and start unloading. I'm gonna see what's up with them." At the edge of his vision, he noticed Izzy casually edging away from them.
"Is there a problem?" asked Cade as he stood, staring up at Sunstreaker.
"Problem? No, no. There's no problem!" the Autobot chuckled. "There's no problem. Right, Izzy?"
"Yup! No problem!" the girl said, looking at anything but Cade.
The inventor narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "If you two are hiding something from me, you better say now before I—"
At that moment, Canopy strode toward them hefting the broken Lamborghini in his shoulders and asked, "Hey, Sunny! What kind of paint job do you want for this Lamborghini?"
The silence that followed was enough to let them all hear the approach of an Orbital Assault Carrier they managed to salvage during one of their scavenging runs.
"Uh, did I said something wrong?" Canopy blinked in confusion, glancing back and forth between the three of them.
Cade gave Izzy a heated glare. He knew it the moment she spoke to him about fixing the car. She was not only concerned about the money. "You got some explaining to do, young lady." He transferred his glare to Sunstreaker. "Actually, both of you."
The two exchange glances. Then with a sigh, Izzy finally gave in and said, "Fine. I haven't told you everything."
"No, you didn't," snapped Cade.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? We're sorry. But Sunny needs a new alt mode and—"
"What do you mean Sunstreaker needs a new alt mode?" Cade stared at her incredulously. He glanced up at the Autobot. "Sunny, your alt mode is still good. What do you need a new one for?"
Sunstreaker looked down at his body. His frame resembled that of his twin, including the wheels which acted as his feet and the doors on his back. The only difference was the vehicle he had scanned: a Lamborghini Huracan. "Yeah, but... I want a new one."
"What for?" demanded Cade.
"Because this one's old, Cade," Sunsttreaker complained and slowly spun around. "I mean, this model is a decade old. This is almost ancient. I want a new model for a change."
"A new model will not help you fight better," Cade said in exasperation.
"Well, yes, that is true. But at least I'd look cooler!" Sunstreaker grinned.
"Oh God." Cade groaned and palmed his face. Sunstreaker's race was being hunted down and he was still talking about looking cool? Cade was no longer sure which was worse: Hound's addiction to blowing up everything he sees, or Sunstreaker's over-bloated ego.
"Cade, it's not that bad. I'm still going to fix that car and sell it," said Izzy.
"Yeah, but you never told me that your main reason was giving Sunstreaker a new car to scan." Sighing, he removed his right hand from his face.
"Sorry." Izzy smiled sheepishly. "We both knew you won't agree with the idea. That's why we did not tell you."
"You could have simply scanned a car in the cities," Cade grumbled. "That would be easier."
"But where's the fun in that?" asked Izzy. "Besides, we still need money."
"Izzy is right, Cade. It's not just about me," Sunstreaker added. "We could barely get by from what we are earning."
Cade drew a long breath. He understood their point, and he was also looking forward to earning millions when they finally sell the sports car. But the fact that they had kept secrets, even something as trivial as this, irked him. How could he trust them on more important matters? And yet, he could not blame them either. If he learned of their plan earlier, he doubt if he would agree.
He glanced at Canopy, hoping that the Autobot refugee could help him. But he was looking away with a guilty expression.
"So you knew about this too," Cade muttered. To Izzy and Sunstreaker, he said, "Fine. I'll let this pass. But I don't want any more secrets next time."
"Yes, sir!" They both chorused and saluted.
Cade grunted then walked away without a word. Passing Jimmy, he said, "I'll go check the others. Once you have unloaded everything, take them to the workshop then clean the jeep."
He did not wait for his assistant's response. Instead, he strode toward a collection of buildings in the middle of the junkyard. Along the way, he saw an Orbital Assault Carrier landing on a small clearing to his right. The cockpit slid open and Crosshairs jumped out.
"Crosshairs!" He waved. "How's your patrol?"
Ever since they had acquired the gunship, it was decided that they would do a routine patrol of the surrounding lands. Though the Sioux had granted them safe haven, they did not want to take any chances. Who knows when the TRF, or even the Decepticons, might attack?
"Boring as usual." Crosshairs rolled his eyes. "There's nothing but rocks and flat lands. I'm getting bored of this life, Cade. And this stupid planet."
"Well, it's this or get chased by bullets and missiles." He walked past him, heading to a tall building situated at the edge of the large clearing. Machineries hummed inside, and there was a chugging noise coming from within like a generator. Stepping through the large entrance, Cade entered and looked around.
Industrial lights illuminated the spacious room. Right in the center was an extractor converter they had built to get a steady supply of Energon. Based on notes left behind by the Autobot scientist, Que, the machine in the center lets them convert any form of fuel into Energon. The machine looked like a gigantic generator, producing a loud chugging noise much like one. Numerous gauges and buttons dotted its dashboard, while various tubes connected it onto large empty tanks on the right where the converted Energon would be extracted. To the left were drums containing gas, and next to them were empty canisters waiting to be refilled.
An Autobot stood monitoring the process, occasionally checking a worn out datapad in his right hand. He was as tall as Hound but less bulkier, and he had a cheerful aura around him. When he moved, the light reflected off his black armor.
Upon hearing Cade's footsteps, the Autobot turned. "Cade! I didn't know you're already here. Welcome back!"
The inventor smiled up at him. "How's our production, Trailbreaker?"
Trailbreaker shrugged and glanced at the tanks. Ten in total, only three of them were filled. "As good as it can be, I guess. Synthetic Energon is hard to produce, unlike the pure ones. You know that. But don't worry. We are making enough. We won't run out anytime soon." He squinted hard at him. "You look harassed, Cade? Did something happened?"
Cade's expression soured. "Yeah. Sunstreaker wanted a new alt mode. Again."
Trailbreaker burst out laughing. "Oh well, you know him. He's only concerned about three things: fighting, racing, and looking cool while doing both." He chuckled. "Back in Cybertron, he and Sideswipe would always end up in a lot of trouble because of their attitudes."
"Yeah. I heard some of the stories," Cade said before yawning.
"Why don't you take a rest?" suggested Trailbreaker. "The trip must have exhausted you."
Cade grimaced. That was true. While their drive back home was uneventful, the same could not be said during the journey to Chicago. They left on Monday when traffic was at its worst, and combined with the numerous patrols clogging the highways, they took three days to reach their destination. It had taxed Cade's mind and body, and now he was feeling the effects.
"I'll do that. By the way, where are the others?"
"Well, let's see. Drift is in his spot, meditating as usual," Trailbreaker said, ticking off names in his fingers. "Longarm is fixing your workshop. Wheelie and Brains are in there as well to help him. And Nightstalker is sleeping somewhere."
"I see. Well, I'm going now."
"See you later, Cade."
The inventor waved, then left the building.
The trailer was located on the east side of the clearing, near a cluster of Dodge Challengers and Ford Sedans. An old mobile home, Cade had acquired it from the Chief when he and the Autobots settled here. It was a bit rundown and decaying when he received it, but with a little refurbishing and overhaul, the trailer looked as good as new. Since then, it had been his house for the last two years.
Upon entering, he immediately switched on the fan and plopped down on one of the two leather sofas that dominated the living area, savoring the cool air. The trailer was small, but he had arranged the furnitures to take up as little space as possible. Not that there were many, anyway. Aside from the sofas, there were only a couch where he sleeps, a couple of side tables, a TV, and a tiny kitchen. The remaining space was reserved for boxes of supplies and odd wares he had collected.
He leaned on his seat then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, browsing through the various news channels. It had become his habit to check on them after arriving from a scavenging run or rescue mission for any news regarding the TRF or more Transformer sightings. But to his disappointment, there was nothing about them in all the channels.
"…Japan is taken by storm as the first full dive VR device is released today…"
"…Seismic activity in the Mariana Trench has increased for the last six months. Experts say that this phenomenon is quite normal…"
Cade switched to several more channels. But when nothing interested him, he turned off the TV and frowned. The lack of news regarding Transformers bothered him, especially about new arrivals. The last one was six months ago at California, but it was a Decepticon who immediately vanished off the radar. There had been no Autobots for the past year. He was starting to feel anxious.
A huge part of it was because they had not heard from Optimus anymore since he left, and they were hoping that whenever a Transformer arrives from space, it was him returning to lead the Autobots once more. But he never came back, nor did he send a message. He just vanished.
Shaking his head, Cade stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare some snacks. The fridge was almost half-empty, but there was still enough ingredients to make several burritos. Tomorrow morning, he would have to restock on groceries.
He returned to his sofa ten minutes later with an overflowing plate in his hands. Izzy was already there, watching TV. Wordlessly, he offered her a burrito which she took without hesitation, and he sat down on his seat as he took the first bite.
"When are you going to start working on the car?" asked Cade between mouthfuls.
"Tomorrow morning," answered Izzy, chewing on her food. She glanced at him. "And you are going to help me."
Cade snorted. "Of course. I would not want you to blow up the workshop."
"As if, Cade." Izzy rolled her eyes. "Only Hound does that."
The inventor said nothing, though he managed a faint smile. Izzy's attitude was irritating at times, but she was a good girl and also talented. Her resourcefulness allowed her to survive on her own in a war torn city for eight years, which only a few kids her age could do. It was one of the reasons why he took her and her companions in after seeing them getting chased by the TRF.
He looked at the wall to his right where pictures of Tessa were pinned on a cardboard. He missed her daughter so much. The last time they had talked was months ago, and only for a couple of minutes. He did not dare call her frequently in the event that the TRF was listening, but he wished he could see her.
"Why don't you call her?" Izzy asked softly, placing her empty plate on a table beside her.
Sighing, Cade shook his head. "I can't. You know how TRF is monitoring every phone call. Even with Hound redirecting our signal, I don't want to risk it." He paused suddenly, thinking. Maybe he was being too paranoid. Four months had already passed since he called Tessa, and nothing went wrong. TRF never came to their hideout.
"On second thought, I think I will," Cade decided. "She's probably missing me just as much."
"She is," said Izzy, briefly lowering her gaze to the floor. "I know that feeling. But she is lucky, you know? Because you're still here." She looked up at him and smiled. "So make sure you will survive, Cade."
"I don't plan on dying yet, kid," he chuckled, then returned to his meal. He had not even finished his first burrito when the radio he always kept crackled to life.
Cade and Izzy immediately froze and exchanged glances, alert. The radio was their only communication link with the Chief, but it was only when unwanted visitors were fast approaching. And they never had the misfortune to encounter that situation.
Until now.
"Sierra to Sanctuary," Sherman's voice sounded urgent, "we have company. Code Orange. Three unidentified SUVs are heading your way."
I'm posting this a day before my birthday, so I consider this as a gift to myself. XD
Not much happening in this chapter except for character interactions, I know. But I felt like it was needed to establish their relationships with each other. Now I just want to discuss the various elements you may have noticed.
First of all, the Autobot rosters. :D Yes, you've read it right. These are very familiar faces, especially Trailbreaker, who was not included in the previous versions. In the case of Sunny, he was in my prequel fic, Transformers 4: The Untold Stories, but was killed. Here I changed what happened and kept him alive. So obviously, that fic is now non-canon.
Second, the removal of Grimlock and the Dinobots and the inclusion of Stripes, Ramhorn, and Nightstalker. Now for those who have watched G1 and read the comics, you may find them familiar. Yes, they are the Autobot mini-cassettes. But since I have not included Blaster here, they are an independent group. I decided to add them here as replacement for the Dinobots, who will still APPEAR in this fic, and merge them with the idea of those mini-dinobots.
Seriously, not only they did not made any sense in the movie, their inclusion did not add anything to the plot. AT ALL.
Third, and what may be the most interesting part, the references I added in varying degrees of subtlety. One is already obvious if you have watched the series and movie, while the other two may require some brainstorming and reading a future crossover fic I have been planning since last year.
Now to clarify one thing: nothing is certain yet. I may have referenced them, but I'm still not sure if they will fit in this universe I'm building. Call it an experiment, if you will. One thing I'm sure, though. They won't be the only ones. :D
By the way, on a completely unrelated topic, the first draft of my original novel is now complete. However, once I have received feedback from my beta readers, I will start the second one. Until then, this fic will be my focus. :)
Well, that's it. If there are discrepancies regarding geographical locations and whatnot, I apologize. I researched as much as I could, but I don't think I got everything perfectly. So please feel free to correct me.
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Until next time!
UPDATE: 4/22/21 Fixed typos and errors. Added chapter title. Removed one line of "reference" that I'm not satisfied with.
UPDATE: 12/6/21 Revised one line of reference
