Against Protocol by Mooguri Klaine
Author's Notes: By the time I post this, it's already November 5 here in our place… and that means… I'm a year older…eep…! O.o While some would take great delight celebrating their birthdays, I, on the other hand, feel I am a step closer to turning into a monster called an "adult" ((looks around if my parents are somewhere near the vicinity)) LOL :D Nah, I'm still a kid at heart, no matter what! YOUTH POWER! XD
A lot's been wondering where the heck is Yami all these years… THAT would be the central question that I'm aiming for to be answered (make a guess too if you want…tell me!), so I hope I'm not boring you into these introductory chapters, as all the stuff written in here will determine the latter installments to come. I'm trying to get a crack into making it complex and full of depth… So expect it to be full of twists and mysteries! I have A LOT of concepts, but writing them posts as an intense challenge – I just hope I'll be able to deliver it in a way you'll understand… STICK WITH ME! TT—TT
To Melrose Stormhaven - Yey! Yet another new reviewer! Thanks for that! Of course, I'll be sending the drawings I promised! Oh..do tell me your e-mail addy! XD
To Demon – Oops. Hehe, I guess cliffies are the best! Sorry for injecting a lot of that in my fics… I can't help it; they're so fun! XD Tell me your e-mail address! XD
To Mordred-of-Loth – WOW! I was the one who actually converted you to the Dark… err, Seto/Yami Side?! ((blushes)) Hehe, that's very sweet! S/Y rocks! I'll email you soon, 'cause I got a lot of stuff to tell ya (as well as the drawings I promised)! :D And oh…sorry for that cliffhanger last chapter! Your e-mail addy, by the way? :D
To The Unknown – Hehe, so sorry for that unfair ending! But tarry not, 'cause the latest chapter is out! Thanks, new reviewer! Let's just hope I'll start ending the chapters fairly! XD And do tell me your e-mail address! Thanks!
To Nachzes-Black Rider – Yeah, YAOI FOREVER! And FAKE ROCKS! I should get another volume of their manga! Yay! Got some nice fics on them you might want to recommend? XD
To Elusia – Hey, thanks for that suggestion! Now many things made sense to me! If you learned of anything new, tell me! I haven't had Creative Writing Classes myself, so I wouldn't know the rudimentary standards of story development and its technical aspects! ((sobs)) And thank goodness, you didn't find Seto's speech OOC at all! ((hugs Elusia and showers her with cookies))
To Misoka – Where was Yami all this time? That's the question I'll be using to base the middle to latter parts of the fic! And thanks for loving the story! I promise you, this will eventually build up in terms of mystery and action, along with other niceties…((giggles))
To swtdreams07 – Where is Yami? That's precisely everyone else's question, and you'll get the answer soon enough! Hmmm…as to how tall he is… hmm, definitely a lot smaller than Seto – I leave that to your imagination… but I guess Yami looks roughly around 5 feet 4 inches or so... And as to whether Yugi is in it or not… I can't say much yet! :D
To shadowsofchaos61 – Yami's whereabouts are still a mystery…but as for his return… Watch out for it! XD
To Faith, the uke Seto gal – Yes, I've found another Teen Titans lover! ((hugs Faith)) Seto and Yami's relation will eventually be revealed; stick with me! :P
Disclaimer: I don't own anything around here, except the concept that hatched in my brain. Don't sue me, as it is only a futile attempt. I will run away from you and you won't get anything essential from me, save for a big nasty headache! XD
Warning: This is a Yu-Gi-Oh AU fic about guns, agents, and an unlikely love that spurns in the hearts of two rivals. Expect violence, shonen-ai (boy love), and sex, among other things. Back off if this is not for you.
Rating: R, for bad language, mature themes, and bad stereotyping made by yours truly. More to come, of course! XD
Summary: Deception is the name of the game. And with a game like this, death is the only guarantee. And there are rules that demand absolute adherence. What happens when you go against protocol? READ, REVIEW, AND RECEIVE A PRIZE! XD
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Chapter Three: Shrink
(Author's Note: Take note that the italicized parts indicate past events, particularly five years prior to Yami's "disappearance" seen in the Prologue… Present events are written in present tense, and are shown in normal font. The Prologue acts as a reference point to past, present, and future events in this story.)
"Proceed with caution."
"Roger."
"Watch it, that was my foot!"
"Sorry, Karimu."
"Mokuba, any sign of threat on all planes?" Seto whispered in the darkness.
"Hmmm… Done with the infra-red scan, heat scan, and X-ray," Mokuba's voice said in their ears. "No one alive to obstruct you, save for a couple of lizards and rats."
"Switch on to night-vision setting; it's too risky to open your halogen flashlights." Mahado advised to the field agents.
"Best idea you have all night!" Karimu promptly twiddled with the night-vision setting of his ocular lens. "Yami keeps on stepping on me."
"I would gladly step out of your way had it not for Seth hogging the space." Yami grunted in reply. Even in the darkness, he could tell that the tall agent swiveled to his direction.
"Excuse me, shrimp," Seto began. "I am merely 'proceeding with caution', as Dark Magician puts it, so stop being an insufferable jerk."
"I have a question, Dark Magician," started Yami. "Why is he the team leader for this mission?"
"Well Yami, this is your first field mission in this branch, and things operate quite differently from where you came from. You need a captain that has been working within this branch for a long while, given that he has expertise and vast experience in these types of missions." This was Mahado's reply, but there was a grudging tone added on the second sentence, the voice sounding forced and strained.
Seto smirked. "Magician, you actually praised me? I never thought I'd see this day…"
"Shut up. Proceed with the mission."
"I'll fill you in again, guys," Mokuba interrupted. "Devlin Industries has been concocting a lot of dubious machineries for a long while now. We recently acquired video surveillance containing footages of their factory manufacturing a highly sophisticated weapon, the actual blueprint we already procured on one of the past missions…
"It is some sort of a high-performance gun that can house a lot of pressurized bullets, with auto-acceleration system, barrels that can neutralize the force of recoil, along with shock absorbers to lessen the impact and what's more, an auto-sensor is added for locking on to targets and a digital wavelength meter –" (1)
"Uh…Mokuba…do you come in subtitles? 'Coz I didn't get you back there…" Karimu said uncertainly.
"Simply put, it's bad-ass gun that can blow your insides with the maximum possible force without as much as a whisper escaping from the gun. Perfect for assassination and swift and gruesome deaths."
"Now you sound like someone from the Home TV Shopping Network," remarked Karimu, snickering slightly at his own joke. "But I understood that, thank God…"
"That's why it's aptly called as 'The Silencer'," Mokuba finished with feeling. "Cool name, huh?"
"I would've done this mission by myself. I just don't see the point of a clown and a shrimp joining in this assignment," Seto spoke as the three of them passed by a deserted clearing inside the warehouse. Karimu let out a disgruntled sound. "Especially the shrimp newbie. He'll just slow us down."
"I don't slow anyone down, Seth," replied Yami irritably.
"Oh? I suppose you were with a bunch of snails last time you had your mission, perhaps?"
"No, I was the leader of a four-man team consisting of Rank-A agents."
"Big deal."
"Cut it out, you two. Geez…" Karimu filled the post of the referee every time both men put down each other. Put Seto and Yami in one room and there's bound to be trouble in an instant.
"Remember this, shrimp: If you – in any way – slow me down, or put us in jeopardy, I won't hesitate to kill you, got that?"
Yami groped for his gun and eased it out from its container, clicking it ready. "But the question, Seth, is this…
"Are you fast enough to keep up with me?"
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"I think your big brother's losing it," Karimu says to Mokuba as they watch the last of the guests finally leaving the cemetery. A few agents are left, the ones who stayed behind to patrol the surrounding area, and along with the Director, who is now speaking to Seto.
"He said he saw Yami…" Mokuba looks over to the spot where they continually searched – a small patch of trees – for a sign of the Director's grandson, one that the tall agent claimed he saw in the midst of the funeral service.
"Yeah, okay… So…where the hell is he, then?"
"I don't know – "
"That's because he's supposed to be dead!"
Mokuba bites his lip gingerly and gazes at his older brother from a distance.
"That's what I think too…"
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"Anything on scopes, Mokie?"
"Mokie? Don't call me that; it sucks," Mokuba replied, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Anyway…" the young boy at the Operations Booth squinted at the monitors before him, scanning the satellite images of the mission site. His fingers' movement seemed almost blurred from its fast typing; only ease and expertise of working in the Ops Booth could only come naturally to a child genius like Mokuba.
"Whoa, I think our Intel on this site is a bit off…" he remarked.
"Why is that? Something wrong?" Mahado queried in an alarmed voice.
"Mokie, if you're talking 'bout security, we know the standard stuff – booby traps, motion sensors, infrared and ultraviolet detectors, the works - " started Karimu in a bored voice, rolling his eyes as he did so.
"No, there's a lot more than we've anticipated!" Panic flashed in the boy's pale eyes. Unfortunately, none saw it, even Mahado, who could only gape at the rotating floor plan on the computer screen
"There's no need to worry about us, Mokuba," Seto said. "You have the 3-D floor plan, so you guide us on our way through. We'll deal with the traps; you'll be our eyes."
"Oh boy, this is going to be tricky…"
At the actual site, Yami brought down a sleek backpack from his shoulders, bringing it down to the floor gently and quickly zipping open the bag. Karimu noticed the ripping sound of Velcro and spun in his place, his gun aiming wildly around. The sound didn't go unnoticed in the brunet agent as well.
"Shrimp, what the hell are you doing?"
Seto's inquiry went unheard in Yami's ears, for now, he was busy contacting Mokuba in the Ops Booth. "Mokuba, I want you to send me the 3-D hologram of this building, complete with dimensions, and crucial checkpoints, and other major accesses."
"Got it. I'll need a maximum of four minutes to send you what you need," came Mokuba's confirmation.
Angry that the smaller agent was trying to best him, Seto approached ominously and growled, "What's the meaning of this? I don't remember ordering you what to do."
"What I'm doing, Agent Seth, is saving all our cumulative asses, especially yours," Yami answered flatly, his eyes never leaving the small compact computer. "Once we enter that security-infested factory, I'll expect that there will be a slight delay in our communications, because we'll be overlapping with theirs at some point. And to avoid detection from their system, we have to lessen our contact in the Ops Booth unless absolutely necessary – "
"Yami's right. I detected a pretty impressive barrier fortified inside the facility, the slight delay approximates to about two to three seconds," Mokuba said almost at once, but in a sheepish voice. He could imagine Seto's reaction now.
"Precisely my point," Yami nodded his head. "I'm afraid we can't rely on the Ops Booth for this. Even a second off can prove to be fatal to the operation –"
"Excuse me, shrimp, I happen to be the team leader for this assignment. Don't go on deciding on your own," Seto interrupted in a furious and dangerous tone. "There's –"
Now it was Yami's turn to interrupt. "Seth, I am not here to steal the leadership limelight from anyone. You see, I'm not so trivial like you –"
"Trivial? What the f –"
"What I'm merely doing is creating a plan to properly infiltrate the facility without detection –"
"I'd wisely suggest that you stay out of this, shrimp. I've handled more dangerous missions, more than your pathetic ass can take, and clearly, I don't fucking need your help," said Seto in a hint of steel and finality, his pointer finger jabbing painfully in Yami's chest.
Yami's patience finally took its toll as he squarely solidified his stance, and pushed Seto away from him. "Watch it, agent. I mean it." His crimson eyes flared dangerously in the darkness.
"Oh yeah? Or what?" came Seto's taunting reply, obviously trying to provoke the other agent.
"HEY, HEY, HEY!" Karimu filled in his post yet again, actually coming in between the two short-fused men, not caring whether he was shouting on top of his lungs.
Back in the Operations Booth, even calm supervisor Mahado totally lost his cool, banging his fist indignantly near the communicator, sending a wincing sound to the other line. There they are, three of the top Shinobi agents, a few meters outside the facility, acting very much like schoolchildren fighting over their recess.
"YOU THREE, SHUT UP!" He bellowed on the communicator. "You are in a mission, for God's sake, so have the decency to act like professionals, if not agents!
"Seth, as a team leader, stop strutting as if you own the whole universe. Everyone knows the mission detail – not just you – so don't be a narrow-minded bastard. You're supposed to pull the team together, not act and decide on your own.
"As for you, Yami, don't lose your cool so quickly; we haven't even started on the first phase of the mission. If you wish to delegate something to your group, tell them at once rather than proceeding with it on your own. You're a brilliant agent, and I can't have you losing your patience over trivialities…"
Seto noticed the stark contrast of Mahado's voice and statement on Yami: sounding more like a friendly advice than a reprimand and devoid of the insulting words that was obviously present in his. 'That biased son-of-a-bitch…' he cursed the supervisor in his thoughts.
"And you have a sole purpose in this mission, Karimu."
"What's that?"
"Stop the two from throttling each other."
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Seto looks squarely in the Director's eyes. "I am pretty sure I saw your grandson, definitely alive and present, and it's absolutely not a figment of my imagination…"
"I would like to believe you, Seth – " the Director started.
"Then believe me, Director. Is that too hard to do?" Seto's voice is nearing the feeling of exasperation. He felt like he was shouting endlessly to a deaf crowd, and the present situation is not helping him the slightest. He is very certain Yami showed up in his own funeral, not as a spirit, but as a live and breathing person. He couldn't be wrong. He couldn't be.
His eyes cease to stare at the Director's and instead, focus on the approaching Karimu and Mokuba. "No sign of him, Director," says Karimu, giving a one-hand salute upon reaching a proper distance. The other man does the same, but says of nothing. Seto feels that the teenager is purposely avoiding his gaze.
Sighing, Sugoroku replies, "I see…"
Mahado and Ishizu now join the small group, saluting all the same before speaking. "We've combed the whole perimeter, sir – "
"And?"
Ishizu shakes her head grudgingly; also keen to avoid Seto's eyes. "No sign nor traces of him."
"Tell the other agents to abandon search; we're heading back," the old man says tiredly. He lands an assuring hand on Seto's shoulder. "We shall be conducting a more thorough investigation when we go to the headquarters, Seth. There's not a thing to worry."
Karimu murmurs softly to Mokuba, "This is crazy; it's almost evening, and we found none of what Seth is claiming to be present –"
Unfortunately, the brunet agent hears it, causing him to look crossly at the Egyptian agent, totally breaking apart in front of the Director. "Do you take me for a liar, Karimu? Because I'm definitely not making this whole fucking thing up!"
Mokuba utters a cry of surprise as he sees Seto seizing the other agent by the collars of the formal suit, forcing him to even out their heights. Ishizu gasps and calls to Seto to stop, but he seems to be ignoring her pleas, the anger ringing ominously in his ears.
"Hey, chill out, Seth, I didn't mean to sound accusing – " Karimu apologizes profusely, while trying to pry the brunet's hands off him. However, Seto's grip is vice-like, the agent refusing to soften his hold. He is not a liar; he saw Yami with his own blue eyes, he really did! Does he have to gouge his eyes out just to prove his worth?
"Stop this, Seto!" the firm voice of the Director brings the blue-eyed agent to his senses, shrugging jerkily as he frees Karimu, pushing him away from him. Karimu heaves an enormous sigh of relief and attempts to straighten out his suit.
Now, he could tell that the others see him absolutely foolish, him feeling very much like a child convincing adults that one plus one makes two. "Look, I saw him! It's not a lie, he was there –"
"Seto, we know you are not lying, but you must try to get a hold of yourself," Director Sugoroku manages a weak smile, resuming his previous task to patting the agent's shoulder reassuringly. "Right now, we must stop for the meantime and gather whatever we can…"
Not one of the words the old man had said brought comfort to the blue-eyed Seto. He feels awfully vague and empty, as if missing something very important, yet he couldn't grasp any of it. He could easily sense the doubt stirring in everyone around him: Mahado shakes his head wearily, while Ishizu's eyes reflect nothing guaranteeing; Mokuba, even, gazes at him sadly, almost as if pitying him. He placidly nods, acting as if he had sobered considerably, yet everything stirs uncomfortably in his gut.
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"You were just fighting all this freaking time?!" he bellowed in disbelief; he had finished eliminating a few straggling guards who might send off the security alarm, instructing both the agents to retrieve the gun in the vault. Now he realized that entrusting things to those two men was just like trusting a kid to do your postgraduate thesis. After what seemed to be like an eternity, they have finally reached the Devlin Industries' top-secret vault without too much problem.
Karimu learned that two of his teammates are the problem in the equation.
"I'll do this myself! Geez, you guys are just plain hopeless!" Before approaching the vault, he eyed the two icily, who were now unnaturally quiet, but still managing to look cold and aloof. Karimu brought back the communications online.
"Hey!" Mokuba's voice sounded comforting and full of relief in the present situation. "I was beginning to think you guys are goners!"
"We're all fine; it's just that I have two stupid agents with me, and they're not helping matters," replied Karimu tersely.
The teenager's laugh echoed through their earpieces. "Anyway, give me a visual on the vault. I want to see the inner workings of it…"
"Mokie, use Seth's eyes; I'm allergic to contact lenses," came Karimu's reply. Thankfully, the chocolate-haired agent didn't object.
"Right on." Upon hearing Mokuba's voice, Seto received a slight electric jolt as the optic camera in his eyes sparked to life. (2) He winced ever slightly, but remained still. Sensing the agent's discomfort, Mokuba apologized, "Oops, big brother, sorry 'bout that small discharge. You see something different?"
Seto's vision just switched to X-ray. "The iris-cam was one of the better inventions hatched by the brilliant minds of Shinobi; it's a fully functional camera that can record, distort, magnify, and see through objects, all compressed in a millimeter-thick gelatin-based lens," Mokuba's eager voice explained as he happily tapped on the images he'd picked up from Seto's iris-cam. And he continued, "Plus, they come in various colors and designs! I hope the blue lens matched your original ones; I chose that one myself!"
"Now Mokuba, it was hardly necessary to place too much value on the aesthetics," Mahado started. "What we're after for is the function; any color will do – "
"Nah. It's actually advisable to choose colors closest to your original eyes, so as not to have too much interference. Says so in the manual," Mokuba said simply, shutting the officer up.
A small shadow of a triumphant grin passed by Seto's face briefly before he went back to his stoic self. Mahado being put off by a kid was definitely a wonderful moment he should commit to memory. But, back to work. "I see various parts of intricate machinery beyond the vault, but I don't see the gun among them."
"That's strange," Mokuba scratched his head quizzically while he sipped on his chocolate shake.
Beside Yami, Karimu whooped triumphantly as he succeeded unlocking the vault, happily shoving the metal door open. Both Egyptian agents leapt inside, Seto following closely behind them.
"It looks like these are parts of the gun you were talking about, Mokuba," Yami's hand gently landed on the sleek metal of a gun part, his eyes glinting with silent awe. Karimu held up another part, looked at it from various angles, and let out a whistle.
"The gun's made out of light and strong material, like some sort of alloy…" Seto murmured.
"I can't tell what it is from here; naturally, you have to bring it to HQ for some standardized tests and observation." The young boy's lips turned to a small pout; he didn't like it when he didn't know things.
Mahado took full control of the field agents. "Okay, enough poking around. Retrieve all the parts, and be at the extraction point in exactly 2300 hours."
"Roger." All three agents nodded affirmatively. It was time to get out of there.
"Over and out!" Mokuba said with relish as he terminated the link. He loved saying that line.
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Shinobi Director Sugoroku watches the limousine drive off in the distance, bearing with it Seto, Mokuba, Karimu, and Mana back to the Agency Headquarters. Ishizu, Mahado, and Shada stand beside him doing the same. The old man waits for the car to disappear from view before finally turning to the three officials, the folds and creases of his face making him appear more tired than ever.
"Director, as Seth's supervisor, I apologize on his behalf for the unacceptable behavior he'd caused today –"
The Director holds up a hand patiently to stop Mahado, shrugging slightly. "There is no need for such, Mahado. What he is feeling should not be branded as unacceptable." He sighs and continues on.
"The young man is merely upset about the whole ordeal. And because of this, he could not get over many things – for instance, my grandson's death…
"That boy grew up not knowing friends, but he found them among you, the people in the Agency." He looks at the officers gratefully. "Though he is not keen to express that sentiment out loud, I am sure he feels equally blessed…
"Of course, there was my grandson, whom he viewed as an extreme and worthy rival. I never thought the Shinobi would never be the same without their seemingly endless duels against each other." His eyes seem to shimmer with nostalgia, fondly recalling a memory from a far-off day.
"And amidst the squabbles, fights and bickering that almost always broke out between the two of them, I think they have found each other as the most unlikely allies, especially in this line of business."
Mahado clears his throat promptly, catching the attention of the elder. "Oh do forgive me for that random blather; I think it must be the effects of old age." He lets out a hearty guffaw briefly before his expression suddenly turning serious. "I believe, Mahado, that you have something in mind?"
Not wanting to beat around the bush, the brown-haired man speaks at once, proceeding directly to the point. "Director, I think it is likely that Seth is clearly in distraught, in the light of recent events. As his commanding officer, I deemed it best for him to be subjected in psychotherapy by one of our top specialists –"
"Best for him, Mahado?" asks Sugoroku in a mild tone, not accusing nor questioning, but simply a mere inquiry. "I do not think Seth will take this lightly. The last thing he needs is to be presented to a shrink…"
"Director, we are not under the impression that he is crazy. It is just that his emotions are getting in the way of his job as an agent," Shada answers curtly.
"He is our top man at the moment, and the least we wanted from him is to become a nervous wreck," Ishizu continues. "Personal matters can lead to dangerous compromises – "
"Oh yes, the Shinobi Code of Conduct," the Director cuts in, allowing the familiar words to flow. "No matter what happens, true shinobi must never, ever show their emotions.
"The mission is the only priority. Carry that in your heart, and never shed a tear… " (3) He gazes at the three young persons once more, his wise and sagacious eyes benevolently twinkling. "I believe that is a part of your sworn statement?"
Three heads nod silently in reply. Then a limousine parks in front of Sugoroku, and a uniformed driver emerges, promptly opening the door for the Director. He silently approaches, and prepares to embark, stopping for a moment to give the cemetery a last hopeful glance, as if searching for someone.
"Then, the total eradication of feelings is what makes a shinobi? It is like saying that you should cease to be humans for the sake of professional duty," Sugoroku mutters, more to himself than to the agents. "It must be unbearable for all of you at times…"
None of the three Shinobi officials choose to speak, preferring to stare guiltily at the grass below their shoes.
Not waiting for any more response, Sugoroku ends the uncomfortable silence. "Do what you think is wise for Seto." And heaving another tired sigh, the old man enters the car, the chauffeur clambering back inside. The silent humming from the engine fills the silent street, as the limousine slowly shrinks in the distance, until there was no more.
----To Be Continued----
Footnotes: (1) I swear, I don't know half of what I wrote in that paragraph…The gun's description and features was just one of my make-believe stuff, so rest assured, 'The Silencer' is just a figment of my imagination… You must've encountered this gun from somewhere else other than this chapter in the story! XD
(2) The optic camera, or the iris-cam, is indeed a wonderful piece of technology! And I got it from Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl… I just love that book! Nice play of words, and the dialogues are just goood! I've based some of the Eoin's characters – especially ones involved both in the Ops Booth and on field – into the YGO mainstream…like Mokuba acting as the technician Foaly, Mahado from Colonel Root, and some others…XD
(3) I don't know if a thing such as the Shinobi Code of Conduct exists…but I got this from Chapter 31 of the Naruto manga! It was Haruno Sakura who said it while weeping over the supposedly dead Uchiha Sasuke. Yes, I am also a hardcore Naruto fan! Rock Lee RULES! ((throws a Rock Lee plushie along with Yami and Seto dolls in the air))
Author's Notes: Yahoo! What better way to celebrate my birthday by uploading a new chapter! I just love you guys! ((group hug)) This is just one of the treats I'm willing to dish out to lovely readers like you! I just finished drawing and coloring another YGO fanart, and I'll be trying to send them straight away when I'm free to go online…I just finished enrolling this semester, and there's still a lot of work waiting to be done! I'm hoping that I'll keep in touch with you soon! ((prays))
Our organization here in the university is currently planning an anime convention this coming December, so my platter's becoming steadily fuller by the second – and it's just the start of the semester! Argh. I'm actually assigned to do lots of critical jobs like stage design, floor planning and layout, as well as… ROAD PAINTING…eep… ((faints)) So much to do, so much to dooo! ((panics)) So I'm also hoping that I might deliver the next chapter soon, so as to keep you happy!
And yeah, REVIEW THIS CHAPTER, please! I think I slowed down A LOT with the pacing; I hope I didn't bore you out with some of the scenes! More action will eventually unfold, so STICK WITH ME! XD
What's in Chapter Four? More and more are convinced of Seto's allegedly unstable nature, yet the brunet agent holds true to his belief that Yami lives. What does a cryptic message have to do with the other agent's whereabouts? Hmm…
Well, I guess that's it! See you in the next installment of Against Protocol! If, by any chance, you feel like telling me something in private, my e-mail is welcome to take you in!
Thanks a lot and Rock On! XD