ABOUT US 2: Surprise, Surprise 7/14
Author: LeE
e-mail: lee_81881@yahoo.com
Classification: Adventure/Romance H/M
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to me. It belongs to DPB and CBS. I'm just having some fun while procrastinating on homework...
Author's Note: Well, we're halfway there. Only seven more parts to go... :) Thanks to all of you who are following this... Enjoy... LeE
*From Part 6*
"It's not your fault Harm. No one could've known. No one but me and Trent"
"What happened Clay?" Harm asked, softer this time, moving back towards his bed to rest his back against it. The effect of the drugs was slowly diminishing, but he was still not nearly as well as he needed to be.
"Before he kidnapped me three weeks ago, Don Trent sat down with me and told me the story. He heard rumors that Jay had been spotted around. I don't know who he heard it from, but I trust him. So, we sat down and he told me. The day I was born..."
*Part 7*
SAFE HOUSE
WASHINGTON D.C
SATURDAY MARCH 16, 2002
0214 EST
"... Clay's mother gave birth to twins. We were all very happy. Porter had had a difficult pregnancy, and the doctor didn't think both babies would survive. She knew they were both boys. Neville, Clay's father, and I were in Vietnam at the time. Doing....hmm... intelligence work for the Agency. Those were difficult times, and Porter only had my wife, Betty, with her during her pregnancy. Neville and I were gone for the most part, and so, our families were very close. Clay didn't know any of this until three weeks ago, before his twin brother, Jay, kidnapped him while he was in Afghanistan following a lead on a... well, it's classified."
The rest of the table smiled knowingly as they'd heard those words from Clay so many times. Things were clearing up some, but the fact remained there were too many things that still didn't make sense.
"Mr. Trent" Mac asked cautiously
"Call me Don, please"
Mac gave him a half-smile and started again. "Don, what does Callahan have to do with this?"
Don took a deep breath and shook his head sadly as he continued on with his tale. "Callahan, Neville and I trained together when we started out in the Agency a few years before the Vietnam War started. We were very good friends, but of course, we were still competitive. Being a CIA agent was all that mattered to us at the time. We were all good at what we did, and after we finished training, we were separated. We still kept in contact with each other, and when the time came for the CIA to do real work over in Vietnam, the Agency offered Neville and I a spot. A great career booster as you all might imagine. Callahan was never the same after that. We lost contact with him, but we know he was still in D.C the day Porter gave birth to the twins"
"You mean Callahan kidnapped one of the Webb babies out of jealousy?" the Admiral asked, his eyes widening in horror as the story progressed. Sturgis hadn't said a word, but his face conveyed the same feelings as his fellow officers.
"Yes" he simply answered. "Of course, we didn't know it had been a kidnapping until 10 years ago, when rumors of Clay's twin brother started circulating high up in the chain at the Agency"
"And when you were sworn as DCI six years ago, the other person running for it was Callahan" Sturgis said thoughtfully.
"That's right. So the board chose him as DDCI. I knew that day it would come down to this sooner or later, but I chose not to do anything about it until we had real proof, and now it seems we waited too long"
"Proof of what?" Mac asked, leaning over the table with her elbows resting firmly on the plain surface.
"That Callahan and Jay have been working together for some time. As far as we know they head the 420 terrorist group that's responsible for the death of those two pilots."
"Why is Jay working with Callahan though. Wouldn't he hate Callahan for taking him from his family?" Sturgis asked bewildered at the turn of events.
"Callahan had him taken to a secret home he owns, near Arizona. He raised him there as his own son, but he made him keep the Webb family name. Not knowing who he really was, having no contact with the outside world whatsoever, Jay only learned to love what his "father" loved and hate what his "father" hated. Jay believes he was given up by his original family because they only wanted one son, and chose Clay instead of him"
"How did Neville Webb react when he heard the news? Were you in Vietnam still?"
"Yes, but we were told four days after the babies were born that one of them didn't make it. Until ten years ago, we believed Clay's twin to have died four days after he was born. Now we know the truth. I wish it would've taken us less time to figure all this out, but I couldn't let the Agency in on this, of course, so I had to work on my own. Me and my team"
"Your team?" the Admiral asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's taken us time, but as the saying goes 'it's better to light one candle than to curse the darkness'"
Don simply smiled and pressed a button under the table where they were seated. At once, three doors around the room opened and out came three men, dressed in what they all knew as "spy clothing."
"Admiral, Colonel, Commander, these are Charlie, Henry and Jake. They've worked with me for years now. Charlie is retired CIA, and Henry and Jake are retired NSA. They're younger than me, as you can see, but we became really good friends since I trained them" he said and winked at them, a smile quickly growing on each of their faces. It was similar to JAG. The family atmosphere that surrounded the place made at least Mac feel more at ease.
However, the heaviness of her heart did not diminish one bit. The love of her life, her other half, her soul mate was out there, somewhere, going through God knows what at the hand of a demented soul who's only purpose was to gain revenge for something that didn't even happen. Tears welled up in her eyes and she lost all contact with her surroundings as her mind drifted back to the morning she had seen him last.
After the most magical night of her entire life, she had awoken to find those steely blue-greens fixed on her, seeing right through to her very soul. He was perfect. To her, he was god-like. She knew that it had nothing to do with seeing him through the eyes of love. Any woman would choose him if it were their choice to make. Waking up in his arms, finding him towering over her, protecting her, it was the greatest feeling in the world. Breaking into a smile, she remembered how they made love that morning, how not even the awareness of time had prevented them from indulging in the most sacred of deeds.
A few shouts of her name broke through her reverie and she quickly realized she'd been snatched once again from that place in her memory where everything felt okay. The place reserved only for thoughts of her Sailor. Blinking repeatedly she fought hard to focus her eyes as fast as she could, only to find six pairs of masculine eyes gazing directly at her. Apparently she had spent more time than she thought reminiscing. Even in his absence the Squid threw her off balance. Narrowing her eyes at the men that were now sporting frowns on their faces, she felt fresh tears slide down her cheeks. 'Oh, God' she thought as she furiously dabbed away at the liquid emotions clouding her vision.
"I'm sorry" her voice etched with sentiment.
"No need to apologize, Colonel. I know what I need to know about you and your Sailor. I think we all do" Don said and smiled a heartwarming almost father-like smile. Mac blushed prettily and simply lowered her head. Dozens of scenarios were cascading through her mind, and at that moment the reality of all she stood to lose wrenched her heart. What would Harm do if he were in her place? The answer immediately gripped her, and raising her head, she looked on, a totally different attitude radiating. Gone was the lovesick defenseless girl role she had allowed herself to slip into before. She was a Marine, the love of her life was a Naval officer, in danger, and she was duty bound to do her damn best to get him back home in one piece. All looked on at her change in demeanor and as she laid her hand on the table they could almost see the Marine Corps ring shine a little brighter, proud of the woman Marine who wore it.
"So, what do we do?" Mac asked directly, no beating around the bush. She'd had enough of talking, enough 'I'm sorry's' enough 'he'll get through this.' All she wanted to do was get on a damn transport and go rescue her Sailor. He would do it for her. He would risk it all for her and nothing would stand in the way of it.
"Damn it tell me what to do or I swear to God I'm going to..."
"Lt. Colonel Mackenzie stand down!" the Admiral raised his voice, expecting exactly what he got; the full attention of his officer.
"Mac, we can't just go into this head first. We need to know what we're dealing with here. I promise you we will move heaven and earth to get him back safe, but we need to know where we stand first. Battle plan, sound mission planning, reconnaissance, stop me when this starts getting familiar..."
"I know Admiral. It's just that... He would... well... I ...he wouldn't just..." The Admiral simply nodded his understanding, while the rest just looked on in expectation. Sturgis gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand in a show of comfort.
"Thank you. I'm ready. What now?"
"Now we wait. We should be able to get more information from Lt. Hawks this evening as soon as she's transported to Bethesda. Because we can't risk leaving this place, we will set up a secure video conferencing connection with her at the hospital"
"Are you sure that's safe?" Sturgis asked, a little more familiar with the way technology worked than the Admiral and the Colonel.
"I have my ways, Commander. Now, I still have some favors to call in, but we should have some sound recon data to devise our plan in about 4 hours. Get some sleep, all of you. The guys will show you how it's done" Don said and offered a smile as he rose from his chair and exited the room.
AFGHANISTAN
ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
SATURDAY MARCH 16, 2002
Clayton Webb sat in the squeaky old chair, once again cursing himself as he thought of all the things he could have done differently. Callahan had sure done some observing to figure out Harm was as close as it got to a friend for him. Thank God Annika was on assignment. If something happened to her because of him, he'd didn't think he could live with it. Harm being a damn good fighter pilot had been an added bonus. Jay and Callahan wanted revenge. Clay still didn't understand some of it himself. If Callahan wanted revenge against his father, then why didn't he just kill Jay? Why didn't he kill both Jay and himself for that matter? Why choose one and not the other? Wouldn't it have caused more grief to lose both children instead of one? There had to be something else. It wasn't just revenge against his father. It was revenge against something a hell of a lot bigger than him.
Clay's eyes were still fixed on the wall ahead of him by the time Harm woke up from his drug-induced sleep. Clay looked towards him, thankful he had come out of his dream. He had been witness to the countless nightmares Harm had while sleeping, Mac's name clearly spoken in all of them.
"I remember, Clay" were Harm's first words as he attempted to sit up on the narrow mattress, his face strained from the effort, and Clay was at his side, offering his hand to support him.
"Thanks"
"Uh huh, what do you remember Harm?"
"Well, I had a dream...uh, a nightmare just now"
"Harm, if it's one of those with Mac in them, then I don't think I wanna know" Clay quipped in a teasing tone, an attempt to dissolve some of the tension that hung around the damp, smelly cell.
"Funny spook. We landed the Tomcat. Skates and I. We were having mechanical problems. The panel was full of blinking lights and all I could hear was Skates screaming 'Eject! Eject'. I said no, and we attempted the landing. We made it, and minutes later a Jeep with three armed men arrived. One of them was Jay. Of course we weren't armed, so when I realized they spoke English I attempted to reason with them. One of the other two men was leering at Skates. He told her something about how cute she looked on a flight suit or something and I just knew I had to do something. He grabbed her and started kissing her... she kicked him just as I landed a blow to his head, but the other guy I think kicked me in the leg and Jay shot me in the arm. After that, all I remember is limping down some stairs and being shoved to the floor. Don't ask me about time 'cause I have no idea how many days they've had me like this, but it's been quite a few. God, Clay. What did they do to Skates?" his last words were delivered with anguish and rage mixed in them.
Clay knew Harm's hero complex had suffered a blow, but he also knew the guilt of not being able to help a friend when they needed you was greater than any other feeling he'd ever known. He'd never been truly in love--because he was afraid of the only woman he could ever love--so he couldn't say much for that, but situations like these were exactly why he'd never allowed people close to him. Not Annika, not anyone. It hurt too damn much when people you cared for paid for your mistakes, whether it was your fault or not.
"I don't know Harm. Skates is a tough cookie. Anyone would have to be to fly with you" Clay said and Harm attempted a smile. The guilt he felt over not protecting Skates was slowly eating at him, more and more as his level of consciousness returned with the drugs leaving his system.
"Why did he bring me here, Clay? Why have us here in the same cell?"
Clay took a deep breath. "Because he knows you're a friend. If I tried to escape it'd be easier if I were on my own. I don't have much experience getting out of messed up situations with anyone's help but my own."
Harm reached out and squeezed Clay's shoulder briefly as he hung his head. Harm understood now why Callahan and Jay had kidnapped him and why they had him there. Clay would never leave Harm behind. Because in all the years of observing that Callahan had under his belt, he'd never seen Clay as close to anyone outside the CIA as he was to Harm. Granted, they weren't best friends, but whatever humanity Clay had within him, would never allow him to leave the closest thing to a friend he had behind. If they could keep Harm drugged and injured, then it would be all the more difficult for them to escape.
"We'll get out of here Harm. You'll see. I'll get you back to Mac" Harm simply nodded and laid back against the wall once again; tiredness and exhaustion enveloping him once more. Clay noticed the moment sleep over took him and got ready for his next window of opportunity. The systems inside the building went down for maintenance every two days. For two weeks now he had been monitoring it, getting ready to make his move. All he needed was thirty seconds of airtime to communicate and their exact location could be pinpointed. All he had to do now was wait. In exactly 3 hours and 35 minutes what could be his last window of opportunity would open, and he needed to be ready to take advantage of it.
TBC
Author: LeE
e-mail: lee_81881@yahoo.com
Classification: Adventure/Romance H/M
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to me. It belongs to DPB and CBS. I'm just having some fun while procrastinating on homework...
Author's Note: Well, we're halfway there. Only seven more parts to go... :) Thanks to all of you who are following this... Enjoy... LeE
*From Part 6*
"It's not your fault Harm. No one could've known. No one but me and Trent"
"What happened Clay?" Harm asked, softer this time, moving back towards his bed to rest his back against it. The effect of the drugs was slowly diminishing, but he was still not nearly as well as he needed to be.
"Before he kidnapped me three weeks ago, Don Trent sat down with me and told me the story. He heard rumors that Jay had been spotted around. I don't know who he heard it from, but I trust him. So, we sat down and he told me. The day I was born..."
*Part 7*
SAFE HOUSE
WASHINGTON D.C
SATURDAY MARCH 16, 2002
0214 EST
"... Clay's mother gave birth to twins. We were all very happy. Porter had had a difficult pregnancy, and the doctor didn't think both babies would survive. She knew they were both boys. Neville, Clay's father, and I were in Vietnam at the time. Doing....hmm... intelligence work for the Agency. Those were difficult times, and Porter only had my wife, Betty, with her during her pregnancy. Neville and I were gone for the most part, and so, our families were very close. Clay didn't know any of this until three weeks ago, before his twin brother, Jay, kidnapped him while he was in Afghanistan following a lead on a... well, it's classified."
The rest of the table smiled knowingly as they'd heard those words from Clay so many times. Things were clearing up some, but the fact remained there were too many things that still didn't make sense.
"Mr. Trent" Mac asked cautiously
"Call me Don, please"
Mac gave him a half-smile and started again. "Don, what does Callahan have to do with this?"
Don took a deep breath and shook his head sadly as he continued on with his tale. "Callahan, Neville and I trained together when we started out in the Agency a few years before the Vietnam War started. We were very good friends, but of course, we were still competitive. Being a CIA agent was all that mattered to us at the time. We were all good at what we did, and after we finished training, we were separated. We still kept in contact with each other, and when the time came for the CIA to do real work over in Vietnam, the Agency offered Neville and I a spot. A great career booster as you all might imagine. Callahan was never the same after that. We lost contact with him, but we know he was still in D.C the day Porter gave birth to the twins"
"You mean Callahan kidnapped one of the Webb babies out of jealousy?" the Admiral asked, his eyes widening in horror as the story progressed. Sturgis hadn't said a word, but his face conveyed the same feelings as his fellow officers.
"Yes" he simply answered. "Of course, we didn't know it had been a kidnapping until 10 years ago, when rumors of Clay's twin brother started circulating high up in the chain at the Agency"
"And when you were sworn as DCI six years ago, the other person running for it was Callahan" Sturgis said thoughtfully.
"That's right. So the board chose him as DDCI. I knew that day it would come down to this sooner or later, but I chose not to do anything about it until we had real proof, and now it seems we waited too long"
"Proof of what?" Mac asked, leaning over the table with her elbows resting firmly on the plain surface.
"That Callahan and Jay have been working together for some time. As far as we know they head the 420 terrorist group that's responsible for the death of those two pilots."
"Why is Jay working with Callahan though. Wouldn't he hate Callahan for taking him from his family?" Sturgis asked bewildered at the turn of events.
"Callahan had him taken to a secret home he owns, near Arizona. He raised him there as his own son, but he made him keep the Webb family name. Not knowing who he really was, having no contact with the outside world whatsoever, Jay only learned to love what his "father" loved and hate what his "father" hated. Jay believes he was given up by his original family because they only wanted one son, and chose Clay instead of him"
"How did Neville Webb react when he heard the news? Were you in Vietnam still?"
"Yes, but we were told four days after the babies were born that one of them didn't make it. Until ten years ago, we believed Clay's twin to have died four days after he was born. Now we know the truth. I wish it would've taken us less time to figure all this out, but I couldn't let the Agency in on this, of course, so I had to work on my own. Me and my team"
"Your team?" the Admiral asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's taken us time, but as the saying goes 'it's better to light one candle than to curse the darkness'"
Don simply smiled and pressed a button under the table where they were seated. At once, three doors around the room opened and out came three men, dressed in what they all knew as "spy clothing."
"Admiral, Colonel, Commander, these are Charlie, Henry and Jake. They've worked with me for years now. Charlie is retired CIA, and Henry and Jake are retired NSA. They're younger than me, as you can see, but we became really good friends since I trained them" he said and winked at them, a smile quickly growing on each of their faces. It was similar to JAG. The family atmosphere that surrounded the place made at least Mac feel more at ease.
However, the heaviness of her heart did not diminish one bit. The love of her life, her other half, her soul mate was out there, somewhere, going through God knows what at the hand of a demented soul who's only purpose was to gain revenge for something that didn't even happen. Tears welled up in her eyes and she lost all contact with her surroundings as her mind drifted back to the morning she had seen him last.
After the most magical night of her entire life, she had awoken to find those steely blue-greens fixed on her, seeing right through to her very soul. He was perfect. To her, he was god-like. She knew that it had nothing to do with seeing him through the eyes of love. Any woman would choose him if it were their choice to make. Waking up in his arms, finding him towering over her, protecting her, it was the greatest feeling in the world. Breaking into a smile, she remembered how they made love that morning, how not even the awareness of time had prevented them from indulging in the most sacred of deeds.
A few shouts of her name broke through her reverie and she quickly realized she'd been snatched once again from that place in her memory where everything felt okay. The place reserved only for thoughts of her Sailor. Blinking repeatedly she fought hard to focus her eyes as fast as she could, only to find six pairs of masculine eyes gazing directly at her. Apparently she had spent more time than she thought reminiscing. Even in his absence the Squid threw her off balance. Narrowing her eyes at the men that were now sporting frowns on their faces, she felt fresh tears slide down her cheeks. 'Oh, God' she thought as she furiously dabbed away at the liquid emotions clouding her vision.
"I'm sorry" her voice etched with sentiment.
"No need to apologize, Colonel. I know what I need to know about you and your Sailor. I think we all do" Don said and smiled a heartwarming almost father-like smile. Mac blushed prettily and simply lowered her head. Dozens of scenarios were cascading through her mind, and at that moment the reality of all she stood to lose wrenched her heart. What would Harm do if he were in her place? The answer immediately gripped her, and raising her head, she looked on, a totally different attitude radiating. Gone was the lovesick defenseless girl role she had allowed herself to slip into before. She was a Marine, the love of her life was a Naval officer, in danger, and she was duty bound to do her damn best to get him back home in one piece. All looked on at her change in demeanor and as she laid her hand on the table they could almost see the Marine Corps ring shine a little brighter, proud of the woman Marine who wore it.
"So, what do we do?" Mac asked directly, no beating around the bush. She'd had enough of talking, enough 'I'm sorry's' enough 'he'll get through this.' All she wanted to do was get on a damn transport and go rescue her Sailor. He would do it for her. He would risk it all for her and nothing would stand in the way of it.
"Damn it tell me what to do or I swear to God I'm going to..."
"Lt. Colonel Mackenzie stand down!" the Admiral raised his voice, expecting exactly what he got; the full attention of his officer.
"Mac, we can't just go into this head first. We need to know what we're dealing with here. I promise you we will move heaven and earth to get him back safe, but we need to know where we stand first. Battle plan, sound mission planning, reconnaissance, stop me when this starts getting familiar..."
"I know Admiral. It's just that... He would... well... I ...he wouldn't just..." The Admiral simply nodded his understanding, while the rest just looked on in expectation. Sturgis gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand in a show of comfort.
"Thank you. I'm ready. What now?"
"Now we wait. We should be able to get more information from Lt. Hawks this evening as soon as she's transported to Bethesda. Because we can't risk leaving this place, we will set up a secure video conferencing connection with her at the hospital"
"Are you sure that's safe?" Sturgis asked, a little more familiar with the way technology worked than the Admiral and the Colonel.
"I have my ways, Commander. Now, I still have some favors to call in, but we should have some sound recon data to devise our plan in about 4 hours. Get some sleep, all of you. The guys will show you how it's done" Don said and offered a smile as he rose from his chair and exited the room.
AFGHANISTAN
ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
SATURDAY MARCH 16, 2002
Clayton Webb sat in the squeaky old chair, once again cursing himself as he thought of all the things he could have done differently. Callahan had sure done some observing to figure out Harm was as close as it got to a friend for him. Thank God Annika was on assignment. If something happened to her because of him, he'd didn't think he could live with it. Harm being a damn good fighter pilot had been an added bonus. Jay and Callahan wanted revenge. Clay still didn't understand some of it himself. If Callahan wanted revenge against his father, then why didn't he just kill Jay? Why didn't he kill both Jay and himself for that matter? Why choose one and not the other? Wouldn't it have caused more grief to lose both children instead of one? There had to be something else. It wasn't just revenge against his father. It was revenge against something a hell of a lot bigger than him.
Clay's eyes were still fixed on the wall ahead of him by the time Harm woke up from his drug-induced sleep. Clay looked towards him, thankful he had come out of his dream. He had been witness to the countless nightmares Harm had while sleeping, Mac's name clearly spoken in all of them.
"I remember, Clay" were Harm's first words as he attempted to sit up on the narrow mattress, his face strained from the effort, and Clay was at his side, offering his hand to support him.
"Thanks"
"Uh huh, what do you remember Harm?"
"Well, I had a dream...uh, a nightmare just now"
"Harm, if it's one of those with Mac in them, then I don't think I wanna know" Clay quipped in a teasing tone, an attempt to dissolve some of the tension that hung around the damp, smelly cell.
"Funny spook. We landed the Tomcat. Skates and I. We were having mechanical problems. The panel was full of blinking lights and all I could hear was Skates screaming 'Eject! Eject'. I said no, and we attempted the landing. We made it, and minutes later a Jeep with three armed men arrived. One of them was Jay. Of course we weren't armed, so when I realized they spoke English I attempted to reason with them. One of the other two men was leering at Skates. He told her something about how cute she looked on a flight suit or something and I just knew I had to do something. He grabbed her and started kissing her... she kicked him just as I landed a blow to his head, but the other guy I think kicked me in the leg and Jay shot me in the arm. After that, all I remember is limping down some stairs and being shoved to the floor. Don't ask me about time 'cause I have no idea how many days they've had me like this, but it's been quite a few. God, Clay. What did they do to Skates?" his last words were delivered with anguish and rage mixed in them.
Clay knew Harm's hero complex had suffered a blow, but he also knew the guilt of not being able to help a friend when they needed you was greater than any other feeling he'd ever known. He'd never been truly in love--because he was afraid of the only woman he could ever love--so he couldn't say much for that, but situations like these were exactly why he'd never allowed people close to him. Not Annika, not anyone. It hurt too damn much when people you cared for paid for your mistakes, whether it was your fault or not.
"I don't know Harm. Skates is a tough cookie. Anyone would have to be to fly with you" Clay said and Harm attempted a smile. The guilt he felt over not protecting Skates was slowly eating at him, more and more as his level of consciousness returned with the drugs leaving his system.
"Why did he bring me here, Clay? Why have us here in the same cell?"
Clay took a deep breath. "Because he knows you're a friend. If I tried to escape it'd be easier if I were on my own. I don't have much experience getting out of messed up situations with anyone's help but my own."
Harm reached out and squeezed Clay's shoulder briefly as he hung his head. Harm understood now why Callahan and Jay had kidnapped him and why they had him there. Clay would never leave Harm behind. Because in all the years of observing that Callahan had under his belt, he'd never seen Clay as close to anyone outside the CIA as he was to Harm. Granted, they weren't best friends, but whatever humanity Clay had within him, would never allow him to leave the closest thing to a friend he had behind. If they could keep Harm drugged and injured, then it would be all the more difficult for them to escape.
"We'll get out of here Harm. You'll see. I'll get you back to Mac" Harm simply nodded and laid back against the wall once again; tiredness and exhaustion enveloping him once more. Clay noticed the moment sleep over took him and got ready for his next window of opportunity. The systems inside the building went down for maintenance every two days. For two weeks now he had been monitoring it, getting ready to make his move. All he needed was thirty seconds of airtime to communicate and their exact location could be pinpointed. All he had to do now was wait. In exactly 3 hours and 35 minutes what could be his last window of opportunity would open, and he needed to be ready to take advantage of it.
TBC