A/N: again, what was supposed to be a single chapter turned out way too long and I made two chapters out of it. I'll post the next one next weekend!
Thanks a lot to Keyanna for proofreading!

"Tell the passengers to get out into the open air, all of them! Tear the microphone out of the captain's cold dead hands if you must, but get everyone outside! None of them must stay inside one minute longer. Start getting them on the life boats," Lang barks, feeling as though his heart is about to burst out of his throat and into his mouth. There are thousands of lives at risk and no time to lose. There is no way in hell they can get everyone off the damn boat within the hour, but it's no reason not to get started. "What are you still standing there for? Lang Zi says just go already!"

"Yes, Shifu!"

Lang stares at his man's retreating back as he runs up the stairs as quickly as he can, wounded arm hanging from his neck in a makeshift sling. He's not the only one among Lang's chosen ten to be wounded: four more were and, although none of them was fatally injured, at least two are going to need surgery to get the bullets out. There were armed people inside the casino, of course, and none of them willing to let themselves be arrested without putting up a fight. Lang and his men had anticipated as much, obviously. What they had not anticipated was a goddamn flash bomb going off almost as soon as they burst in, blinding them just as much as it blinded their targets.

There were moments of utter chaos as none of them could see, and someone had begun shooting blindly, hitting both his men and people who were attending the auction. A few people were killed, including YggdraCorp's CEO: a bullet through her head did her in before she could answer any of their questions, much to Lang's chagrin.

While they had been able to subdue and arrest the people in the casino eventually, Lang has the uncomfortable certainty that at least some of them managed to get past them and through the door while everyone was still blinded. Several men are missing, including YggdraCorp's chief of staff and what he assumes are several members of the security team… who, most worrying of all, are likely armed.

Of course, the day simply had to get worse: on top of half his men being wounded, a few armed thugs loose on the ship and Athena Cykes still unaccounted for, now there is a madman who apparently has a hostage – likely Cykes herself – and is threatening to release a deadly toxin in a cruise ship with thousands of people on it, challenging him to a goddamn scavenger hunt to find all the containers within one hour.

If he survives the ordeal, Lang is definitely going to allow himself the luxury of a long vacation – well away from anything resembling a cruise ship, or even a paddleboat. The very top of a high mountain is a far more tempting option at the moment. He's always wanted to visit the Himalayan region, after all.

With a sigh, Lang turns to another of his men. "Are they still unconscious?" he asks. They found Prosecutor Blackquill and some other kid whose name Lang can't remember lying unconscious in the hallway leading to the casino; neither had obvious injures, aside from what looked like a knife wound on Blackquill's thigh.

"Yes, Shifu," the agent replies. "They're in the infirmary right now. A doctor and a nurse are looking after them and our wounded men. Should we have them brought outside as well?"

Lang shakes his head. "Not yet. Let the doctor fuss over them a bit longer. Tell him to get them out if they haven't awakened in the next forty minutes. Now come with me, all of you! We need a map of this accursed ship's ventilation system and-

"Aww, Lang, relax. Don't burst a blood vessel."

The feminine voice that reaches his ears is enough to make words die in Lang's throat. He knows that voice, he knows it well – and so do his agents, who are now staring at something over his shoulder with wide eyes and mouths hanging open.

"… Hey, boys. It's been a while. You still look like a bunch of dumb mutts."

"YOU!"

The snarl erupts from Lang's throat before he's even done turning around to face her... and then he falls silent, eyes fixed on her and his own mouth hanging open. The woman standing before him looks nothing like Shih-na did, but that's no surprise: he knows by now what a master of disguise she is. What causes him to fall silent and gape is the object she's holding in her hand like a trophy: a cube-shaped metal object with a timer on one side. Is that…?

"Pwwwhhhfff – HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Your- hahaha! Your face! Oh man, this is not fair! Stop – heheheee! – stop gaping like that!" she wheezes, that dreadful laughter having apparently robbed her of her breath. Something Lang would very much like to do – possibly with his hands around her neck. "It's – heh! – it's good to see you again, Lang. So good I may even stop being mad at you."

"Mad at me?" Lang repeats, incredulity overriding both surprise and fury for a moment. What the...?

She grins at him. She rarely ever smiled as Shih-na, but once unmasked she seemed to grin all the time, her infuriating laugh ringing out at the most inappropriate times. "Of all mug shots you had of me, did you have to pick that one for the database? Seriously. I look terrible in it."

Lang's left eye twitches. "Who granted you access to our database?"

Her grin widens. "You did. I used your account to get in."

That's just about the last straw. If it wasn't for the fact she's holding a cube that looks suspiciously like what the container of a deadly toxin might look like, Lang would be launching himself at her. "How dare you!"

Far from impressed, she shrugs. "Hey, it's not my fault if you suck at coming up with passwords. They're so easy to guess it's actually kind of embarrassing."

"You're lying. I wouldn't choose any password anyone could guess, let alone yo-"

"LangZiSays."

… Oh.

Lang clenches his teeth. "W-well… regardless, how dare you!"

She rolls her eyes with a bored look on her face. "In case you didn't get the memo, I'm a bad, bad girl. Now that we got that out of the way, how about we focus on this beauty right here?" she adds, lifting the cube a little higher. "My arm is getting tired of holding it up like this."

Having almost forgotten about it until that moment, Lang clenches his teeth even harder. "What are your terms?" he grits out. He expects another grin, and he's surprised when all he gets is a confused expression.

"What?" she – Shih-na, her name was Shih-na for a long time and that's what he'll keep calling her – says, sounding less than smug for the first time in the whole exchange.

Lang gives her an equally confused look. "… Surely you haven't brought the toxin with you solely to show it off," he says. What intentions could she have if not blackmail? She must have terms, right?

Shih-na stares at him for a few more moments, the perplexed expression still on her face, then…

"Pffft— HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Lang gives a long sigh. "I suppose this means you didn't bring that with you to enforce your terms," he says.

"Hahaha! What made you think I did?" she asks, reaching to dry a few tears of mirth from her face with her free hand. "According to the database, you should know by now that I wasn't working for YggdraCorp. I was sorta set against them, really. Funny how we're on the same side again after all these years, huh?"

"We were never truly on the same side," Lang says, unable to keep all the bitterness out of his voice… and is it just him, or her smile is fading dreadfully quickly just now? "Who set you and the Phantom on them, precisely? Where is the Phantom?"

She clicks her tongue disapprovingly. "So many questions I can't answer, so little time to make me talk. Time that would be best spent looking for the other cubes," she adds, and finally puts the cube she's been holding on the ground. The thought of tackling her flashes through Lang's mind, but he doesn't act on it. Something about what she just said makes him pause.

"How did you find that one?" he asks instead.

She chuckles. "If I have to be honest, it was by blind luck. But now that I know there are others hidden in the ship's air duct system, I think I may be able to figure out where they might be. I studied this ship's layout very closely before setting foot on it, believe me. I like being prepared, as you know."

Yes, Lang thinks, he knows, and how. Still, he knows well that at this point it doesn't truly matter who is it that's offering him help: finding those cubes before they release the toxin is their first priority, as thousands of lives depend on that. "Why would you help us?"

She shrugs. "Hey, the Phantom of the Courthouse and I were sent here to make sure whoever got the toxin couldn't get off the ship with it and use it. What makes you think our employer would like us to stand by and let it be released here? Not to mention that we happen to be on board as well. I'd like to avoid sinking with the ship, if you get my drift. Speaking of which, do you have any other dumb questions to waste out time with? We don't have much left, you know."

As much as he hates to admit it, she's right. Lang forces himself to stop glaring death at her and turns to his men. "You. Take the cube to the lower deck – there is a sealable room in there. We'll seal all the cubes in there before they open so that the toxin stays inside," he orders, and looks back at Shih-na as the agent nods and does as he's told to, handling the cube as though he fears it's going to shatter at any moment. "How do you think you can figure out where the cubes are hidden?"

She smirks. "It's easy, really, when you put yourself in the bad guy's shoes."

"You are certainly better than anyone else at that," Lang snaps. She chuckles, but doesn't burst out laughing.

"Fair point. You see, if I wanted the toxin to be as effective as possible – I don't, stop looking at me like that! – I'd make sure to choose spots in the ventilation system that would make it spread more easily and quickly through the whole ship. The place where I found that one is one of those spots. Now be a good boy and get me a map of the whole duct system now, so that I can show you where I think the other cubes may be…"

"We have found another, Shifu! We're heading down another deck to see if we can find the next one!"

"Very well. Keep this up – there are three more cubes left to find and twenty minutes to do it."

"Yes, Shifu."

"See, I told you I could guess where they'd be placed," the Yatagarasu points out, her voice reverberating through the duct they're crawling through.

Langs reply comes, predictably enough, as a snarl. "Lang Zi says: search where the water is deepest."

She laughs. She hadn't quite realized how much she had missed his ridiculous sayings until now. "Meaning...?"

"We'll see if you were indeed right once all the cubes have been found and safely sealed away."

"Hey, I pointed to nine places and so far, and three cubes have been found in the first five spots I told you to check out. We're on our way to another and your men will probably find the other two in the remaining spots. Relax, will you?"

Behind her, Lang scoffs. "Lang Zi says: on truth's path, the word 'probability' does not exist."

"Hu-uh. Didn't Lang Zi also say you should only cooperate with those you can trust?" the Yatagarasu asks with fake innocence, and she could swear she can hear Lang's teeth grinding together – but, this time, he doesn't retort. After a few moments of silence, she decides to prod him again. It's just too much fun to see how far she can push him, and who knows if or when she'll get another chance.

"You know, if you let me do this on my own you could be off to recover another cube right now. We could be done faster."

"Hah! You wish. I'm not letting you out of my sight for one moment. If you believe I'm letting you get away, you're sorely mistaken!"

"Aww, so you want to keep me close? How cute!" she coos. Lang's sputtering would usually amuse her to no end, but right now she can only focus on one thing: the cube she can see right ahead of her, barely illuminated by her flashlight. "Hey, big bad wolf. Guess what Little Red Riding Hood's got in her basket?"

"I hope for your sake and that of everyone on this ship that it's one of those cubes."

"Would you settle for fresh butter, eggs and pasties?"

"Shih-na!"

Despite Lang's obvious exasperation, being called that by him after all these years causes the grin to die on her lips, a dull ache in her chest. She ignores it and nods. "... Yeah. The cube," she says flatly. Once she's reaches it, she speaks quietly again. "There should be an easy opening a little further down. Keep following."

Neither of them says a word as they crawl their way to said opening and step out of the duct to find themselves in a hallway. Lang stretches with a grunt, and the comparison to a dog stretching after a nap comes unbidden to her mind. It almost makes her smile. Almost.

What does make her smile after a few moments, however, is Lang's expression when one of his men's voices comes from his communicator to let him know that two other cubes have been found in the spots she guessed they would be – meaning that, if Outis didn't lie about the number of those he put on the ship, the one they just found is the only one left. While Lang's obviously relieved, he's also clearly uncomfortable about the fact that she happened to be right. By the time he's done talking to his men and looks back at her, the grin is back on her face.

"Sooo. Who did a good job?"

He grumbles. "I suppose you're still as efficient as you used to be," he concedes. "Now we have to-"

"Help! Please, I- I need help!"

A sudden cry, along with the sound of someone running, causes him to trail off and them both to turn to the other end of the hallway. There is someone running towards them, a young woman with red hair and clothes stained with blood. The Yatagarasu has only ever seen her from afar a couple of times and then in pictures, but she recognizes her right away... and so does Lang.

"Cykes!" Lang exclaims, clearly surprised. "How did you- are you wounded? Did that madman hurt you? How did you escape? Where is he?"

"Wait, what?" the Yatagarasu says, frowning in confusion. "She was the hostage? Wasn't it Blackquill?"

"What? No, Blackquill is in the infirmary along with Just-"

"No, he's not!" Cykes exclaims, apparently close to panic. She's gripping the lapels of Lang's jacket so hard that her fingers are starting to turn white, or so it seems. It's hard to tell with all the blood on them. "He's in Outis' cabin! I mean, Umber's! I mean- the one who took me hostage! He's there, and LaRoche is there too, and… I'm not hurt, this is not my blood, but he is! He's wounded, and the toxin…!"

That's enough to make the Yatagarasu's breath catch in her throat. Wounded? Who's wounded? Blackquill, the Phantom, both of them? And what is this about the toxin? Was it released after all? Was the Phantom affected?

Lang clearly shares her confusion, for he reaches to grasp Cykes' hands and pull them off himself. "Slow down, pup!" he barks, but he softens his voice when Cykes falls silent to draw in a trembling breath. "We- I'm all for helping you out, but I need to know what's going on. Calm down and speak normally."

To her credit, Cykes is able to speak less frantically after drawing in a couple of long breaths. "Outis, he… I was separated from Simon and Apollo because… a-anyway, I woke up in this cabin, and Outis was there. He made the announcement, the one to the whole ship, and then…" she pauses for a moment, clearly realizing that a shorter version will do just fine and make them waste less time, for afterward she goes straight to the point. "Outis is dead, but the Phantom was shot and he was infected with the toxin," she blurts out. "He's in really bad shape, and he needs the antidote, and a doctor, and… Simon is fine, but he's staying with him while I look for… he needs a doctor, quickly!"

"What he needs quickly is the antidote," the Yatagarasu speaks up before Lang can even open his mouth to speak. "I think I know where I can find some. What cabin are they in?"

Cykes looks back at her, and she doesn't waste a moment to ask her who she even is. "Cabin 215, right upstairs on the left – near the end of the hallway," she says immediately.

Part of the Yatagarasu wants her to run upstairs right away, but she refrains from doing so. It would be useless without the antidote. "Fine," she says. "You go find the doctor and get him there," she says. By now Lang's agents may have carried out the order of getting the doctor and the wounded out in the air as well as a precaution, so getting him here in all that mess may take more time than it should, but there is no reason to tell her as much now; she's scared enough as it is. The sooner she's off to get a doctor, the better it is anyway. "Also, take this," she adds, pushing the cube into Cykes' arms. "Careful with it – you really don't want to drop this one."

Lang turns to her so fast that she can almost hear his neck cracking. "What do you think you're doing? We're supposed to take it to my men so that they can seal it away with the others before time's up!"

"What I am supposed to do now is make sure my idiot partner doesn't get himself killed," she retorts. "I'm off to get the antidote now. Since you said you're not letting me out of your sight, then you've got to come with me. Which means that someone else has to deliver this one for us."

Cykes, who's been following the exchange with slight confusion, looks back at her with wide eyes. "Are you… you're working with Robert?"

The Yatagarasu chuckles. "What, you're on a first name basis? How cute! And to think he was such a stick in the mud with me. Yeah, you could say we're colleagues. Well, Lang?" she adds, looking back at him. "We have no time to waste. Make up your mind."

Lang growls something under his breath – the Yatagarasu is rather sure she just heard him making a quite inelegant reference to a female dog – but he nods, and turns to Cykes.

"… Very well. We'll do our best to help, but we need your help in return. You need to go down to the B deck. I'll let my men know you're coming. Give the cube to them – it must be the very first thing you do. Once it's safely in their hands, tell them you need a doctor, tell them where, and they'll see to it. Is that clear?"

Cykes nods. "Yes," she says, her voice remarkably firm. "Do you know if Apollo is okay, too?"

"Justice? Knocked out cold last time I saw him, but he'll be fine. Now go."

"Right. I'll be as quick as possible. Thank you," Cykes adds, this time looking at the Yatagarasu, and the next moment she's leaving as quickly as she can without running and thus risk dropping the cube.

Smart kid, the Yatagarasu thinks, and for a moment the memory of another girl only slightly younger than her makes it back into her mind, but she's quick to chase it away. She avoids thinking of Kay Faraday almost as much as she avoids thinking about her father, or about Badd.

"Let's get going," is all she says, and she hears Lang starting to speak in his transmitter as he follows her.

"Are you certain we'll find the antidote here?"

Shih-na shrugs, fiddling with the door's electronic lock with an odd instrument that looks all the world like a nail filer – except that nail filers don't have red blinking lights across them, he's sure, nor do they open electronic locks like this one does just a moment later.

"Not certain, no. But I know for a fact that the late CEO had some for herself, to give the other big names of YggdraCorp should anything go wrong. Smart thinking, that. Too bad the antidote doesn't cure bullets in one's head. Hey, want to know what was the last thing that went through her mind?" she asks as she pushes the door open and they step inside.

Lang sighs. "What was it?"

"A bullet!"

"… I don't know what I was expecting."

She laughs, reaching to the wall to turn on the light. "Aw, stop being so dour! Sheesh, I swear that even the Phantom could — hey, looks like we weren't the first ones to get here."

That must is obvious to Lang as well as soon as he lays his eyes on the cabin. Both closet and drawers have been thrown open, clothes and various articles of lingerie – which Lang is determined not to focus on – scattered on the bed and across the floor. Someone has clearly been there to search for something… and in a hurry, too. "Looks like someone had our same idea when Outis announced he was going to unleash the toxin," Shih-na muses, and Lang scowls.

"It must have been one of those who escaped us in the casino. The chief of staff, a couple of buyers and some members of YggdraCorp's security team are still missing."

"You can rule out the chief of staff – that was the Phantom. And hey, since when do you let people escape from roundups? You used to be good at those."

Lang's scowl deepens. "One of them must have thrown a flash bomb. We were blinded for a while, all of us. I'll make sure to return the favor when I get my hands on whoever it was."

"… Ah," she says, and changes the subject right away. "Okay, back to the topic at hand, maybe there is still some antidote left. She must have had more than one vial. C'mon, let's get looking. I'll search the bathroom and you can look among the bras and panties."

"Fine. If you find any- what? You can forget it!" Lang snaps, his face suddenly warmer. He won't be caught dead with lady's underwear in his hands, let alone with her around to see and spread the word. "I'll be searching the bathroom. If you find anyth-" he starts, but he doesn't get to finish the sentence, because the next moment three things happen in quick succession: Shih-na shoves him aside with enough strength to throw him against the wall, a shot rings out, and she's thrown on the ground like a rag doll.

Someone tried to shoot me, Lang thinks, and the rest comes to him easily, the result of years of training: he turns, ducking under another bullet in the same motion, and his own gun is out before the one who shot – a tall man with a bald head, obviously enough one of YggdraCorp's security guards – can try to fire again.

He must have been inside when they got there and hid in the bathroom before they opened the door, waiting for his chance to shoot them in the back and leave. But he wasted that chance… and Lang isn't going to give him another one. Another shot rings out, this time from Lang's own gun, and it's the last: a spray of blood stains the wall as the man falls back, a gaping hole in his forehead. There is a moment of silence, Lang's own rushing blood and beating heart all he can hear for a few moments… before the laugh rings out, of course.

"Hahahaha! Hey, not bad! You've still got it!" Shih-na says, but her laugh feels forced, and it's only now that Lang realizes that she's been hit. He immediately turns to see her sitting up on the ground, her left hand holding on her right arm a little below her shoulder. There is blood running through her fingers.

"You're injured," Lang says, and she grins.

"I really can't hide anything from you, Agent Shi-Long Lang of the House of Lang," she mutters. He puts the gun away and takes a step towards her.

"Let me see that."

"Aww, you care!" she coos, and laughs at his grim expression before she starts standing up, pulling her hand away from the injured arm. "It's nothing much anyway. Little more than a scratch – see?"

That's true: the wound is obviously superficial, and she's not losing much blood. The bullet is embedded in the wall behind her. Lang breathes a little more easily, but while his sudden worry subsides, surprise doesn't. "You pushed me aside," he hears himself saying, realization only now sinking in. That, obviously, causes her to break out in another fit of laughter.

"Pwwwfff—hahahaha! Sharp as a knife, aren't you?" she says, still chuckling.

"But why? If he shot me, you'd be free to—"

"Be in your debt again? I think I'll pass," she cuts him off. "I had a debt to Alba for a long time, and look how well that turned out. Besides, it's fitting. You took a bullet for me some ten years ago, I took a bullet for you now. See? We're even."

Something about her words causes him to scowl. "We're still well away from being even after all the crimes you committed," he says. Part of him wonders just what kind of debt she had to Alba, but this is hardly the time for such questions.

She shrugs. "Hey, you gotta start somewhere," she says before walking past him and to the dead body on the ground. Lang tenses when she crouches next to it, ready to reach for his gun should she try to take the dead man's and aim it at him, but she entirely ignores it. She searches the body, and within moments she pulls back, something in her hands – a syringe filled with a blue liquid. "Here's the antidote," she says, and stands. "Let's get going, okay? We've wasted enough time, and the Phantom may not have much of it left."

There is nothing Lang can object there.

The sound of the door banging open is what startles Blackquill out of the stunned trance he's been in for the past several minutes, unable to do anything but stare at LaRoche's still form. When he turns, hoping to see Athena back with a doctor, he finds himself staring back at Agent Lang and a woman he's never seen before.

For several moments they can only stare at each other in stunned silence, Blackquill's eyes fixed on them and their gazes moving from Outis' dead body to him, then to LaRoche's own body cradled in his arms, and then back to him. It's Lang who eventually breaks the silence.

"What... how... what in the blazes happened in here! Blackquill, you-" he starts, only to trail off when the woman pushes past him and walks up to Blackquill and LaRoche.

"Barking isn't going to get you explanations any faster, Lang. You get out of the way," she adds, pushing Blackquill aside and crouching down, gently leaning LaRoche's upper body on the floor. She reaches to press two fingers on his throat.

"He's still alive," she mutters, relief plain in her voice. Blackquill has barely the time to process what she's saying before she produces a syringe seemingly out of nowhere, sticks it at the base of LaRoche's neck and injects him with whatever is in it.

"Is that...?" Blackquill asks, still kneeling next to LaRoche's head, and Lang nods.

"The antidote to the toxin," he says, then turns back to the woman. "Will it be enough to save him?"

She presses her lips together, her expression grim. "We can only hope it does. What's for sure is that he's not getting to keep that hand," she adds, glancing at his now entirely blackened hand. She reaches to pull up his sleeve, and lets out a low whistle when she sees that both his wrist and forearm are blackening as well. "Well, scratch that. He's not getting to keep the arm. Nor that leg, if that's what I think it is."

Blackquill blinks in confusion, but he understands what she means as soon as he follows her gaze. There is something sticking out of LaRoche's shin, something he didn't notice before: a small dart. The woman reaches to pull it off before letting out a hum, staring at LaRoche's leg. The trousers are soaked with blood just above the spot where the dart was – a bullet wound, no doubt.

"Maybe the wound will help him keep part of his leg, though," she muses aloud. "It probably let out plenty of the toxin along with the blood. Gotta stop the blood loss, though. Well, who would have thought that Alba's boring war tales would be of use at some point. We need rope, or strips of fabric, or something. Hey, Lang, take off your shirt!"

Lang scoffs. "You can just as well use his shirt," he says, nodding towards LaRoche's still body.

The woman – the mysterious Shih-na, Blackquill has to assume by this point – grins at him. "Can't blame a girl for trying," is all she says before turning her attention back to LaRoche, her hand disappearing under her shirt to come out with a small blade. She moves quickly, and in a matter of moments the blood-soaked suit and shirt LaRoche is wearing have been cut open, exposing his bloodied chest. Blackquill is relieved to see no sign of rotting flesh there.

She gives a low whistle. "Well, damn. He's either got the Devil's own luck or some weird power to deflect bullets. Shoulder, abdomen, leg. I don't think the one in the abdomen hit anything vital. Either this Outis guy had eriously bad aim, or he wasn't planning to shoot him dead," she mutters as she starts cutting a long strip of fabric from the bloody shirt. She ties it loosely around LaRoche's leg, a little above the knee. "Lang, I'm going to need a stick."

"Where do you expect me to find one in here?"

"How about the one up your ass?" is the flippant suggestion.

"Shih-na!" Lang barks.

She rolls her eyes. "Fine, fine. How about you break one of the clothes hangers in the closet? If they're the same in all cabins, they should be made of wood. Two sticks would work best, really."

Lang snarls, but he does walk to the closet and open it. Sure enough, the clothes hangers are all made of wood. It doesn't take Lang much effort to break one in half and obtain the closest to sticks they can hope to find in there. He hands over both pieces to the woman. "Will this work?"

"Yeah, I don't think we can be picky," the Yatagarasu says, reaching to take them. She places one of them beneath the strip tied to LaRoche's leg and turns it several times, twisting the cloth and tightening the loop around the leg. When she ties it in place with another piece of cloth, the makeshift tourniquet is tight enough to keep more blood from oozing out of the wound. She does the same for his infected arm – to keep more infected blood from passing to the rest of his body, Blackquill suspects – and presses another piece of cloth to the wound on the Phantom's stomach.

Her other hand rests on his forehead, brushing away the hair that's sticking to it, wet with blood and sweat.

"C'mon now," she mutters, her voice so low Blackquill can barely hear her. "Don't be a spoilsport. I'm not done with you yet. There's still mocking material to last years. Just wake up."