Actions And Consequences Chapter 3- A Brewing Storm
A/N- Sorry this took me a while to write but it's almost double the length of my last chapter. I wanted to split it but couldn't find the right spot.
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Chapter 3- A Brewing Storm
Nell walked into OSP, not any time too late nor early so she did not understand why Hetty's gaze was tranfixed on her when she walked in that morning. It was very unsettling knowing that she had a pair of eyes glued on her as she ascended the stairs to the Operations Center.
As her footsteps echoed around the fairly empty Ops centre the only other person who was there turned around to greet her with a smile. She returned it with an accompanying 'good morning'.
"Good morning yourself," he returned.
She went and took her seat next to Eric's.
"Did Hetty seem slightly off to you this morning?" Nell asked after debating the issue for some time.
Eric turned to face her, "she watched me like a hawk from the minute I walked in this morning , " Eric explained.
"Me too," Nell agreed with wide eyes.
"Do you think she knows?" Eric asked worriedly.
"Knows about what?" Nell questioned, her voice incredious, as if she thought there was no way that Hetty knew, but she knew what he meant.
"Knows about us," he replied in a hushed tone.
"How? I know you think she's 'Master of the Entire Known Universe' but she hasn't seen us since Friday," Nell said trying to comfort him.
"What if she found out about our date?"
"You only asked me on Friday," she replied emphasizing 'on', "how did she find out on that same day?"
"However she does half the things she does: with the power that is brought with being Master of the Entire Known Universe," Eric argued.
Nell sighed, "Whatever happens, happens and there will be nothing that we can do about it. So lets just let it play out. We're not even sure if she knows yet."
"Knows about what?" A voice echoed which caused them to both turn around.
"Hetty," Eric said recovering from the shock.
"Mr Beale," she said, "Knows about what?" she repeated.
"About the case we have," Eric covered.
It wasn't actually a lie, he'd gotten the alert just before Nell had walked in.
"I am aware of the case on hand. Team breifing. Rally the troops," Hetty instructed.
In this small window of time Nell quickly skimmed the case file. She'd been undercover a few times before so she knew that she could make it look and sound like she'd read the whole thing without having actually read the entire file.
The majority of the file was just excerpts from a woman named Nancy Filwat's previous arrest warrants and cases that the LAPD, CIA, FBI and NSA had against her. Recently she'd made an announcement that she was planning an escape from prison. A guard had caught wind of it and they'd put her in solitary, but she'd still managed to escape. So now she was on the run and a major threat to national security.
That was all she had gotten time to read because just as she'd finished skimming it Eric walked back into Ops with the team hot on his tail. They all stood in silence for a minute until Hetty spoke.
"Start," she said.
With that word, Eric launched into the breifing with Nell characteristically finishing off his sentences and therefore continuing to explain it. Of which soon after Eric would find a spot in her monologue and then again take the lead. It was the way they had run things for almost five years, one would take over from the other when they could see the other needed a break. They swapped out, tag teamed- what ever you wanted to call it and even after the weekends events nothing had changed.
No change, no difference. If they didn't start getting slopy they should be able to hide it from the team for quite some time.
00..
Nell and Eric had managed to pick up some emails that had been sent between Nancy Flitwat and some of her previous aquaintances. All the emails were of the same context. They were all asking for someone with computer knowledge; quite extensive computer knowledge at that, and from information they could find elsewhere the computer specialist was needed for a job that Nancy had planned for months. All of her previous aquaintances were female and she had only ever attacked or pursued males, therefore they couldn't send a male agent undercover. This was what was being discussed in Ops later that day.
"So who will be going undercover?" Deeks asked.
"Miss Jones will be the one going undercover. She will be posing as a 'business associate' of Sandra Buleiconté, which will be Miss Blye's assumed idenity as one of the receivers of Ms Flitwat's email," Hetty informed.
"But wouldn't Flitwat have previously met Sandra Buleiconté?" Deeks asked.
"No," Eric replied, "Nancy Flitwat's never met Sandra Buleiconté. She's one of her newer associates."
"That makes it a risky play sending Nell and Kensi into the field," Sam stated.
"Miss Flitwat only works with females, therefore Miss Jones and Miss Blye are our only options," Hetty explained.
"Okay, well, what's Nell's name and game?" Callen asked.
"Miss Jones' cover will be as Rachel Edgewood expert in Computer Sciences and Encryption."
"Okay," Nell said the undertone of her voice filled with the excitement of going undercover.
"We have an address for Miss Flitwat. Mr Beale start creating Miss Edgewood, Miss Jones please follow me down to wardrobe and Miss Blye,"Hetty instructed handing Kensi a file, "read up."
00..
Nell stood in front of the long mirror outside wardrobe taking in her altered apperence. It was definitely nothing she was use to. She was wearing black skinny jeans matched with a black and white diamond checked shirt that had thick elastic at the bottom of the sleeves causing them to puff out slightly. The neck of it dipped a little more than usual, but nothing that made her look skanky, the bottom of the shirt was rounded on the back and front making it hang over the top of her jeans. Her hair was pulled into a loose side ponytail with her fringe hanging straight adding a border to her face.
"Here, Miss Jones. These should be your size," Hetty said handing Nell a pair of black pumps.
"Thank you."
They had quite some height on them and were adorned with silver spikes that covered the back of both shoes. She placed them on the ground before stepping into to them. They added just more than six inches to her height, which made looking at herself in the mirror weird, because she was too tall. She took a few steps away from the mirror, wobbling sightly as she did so. She made a mental note to avoid running when possible.
"Now, Miss Jones. Remember all that you want is to get the job done, get paid and get the hell out of there."
"Okay," Nell replied.
"You don't even really want to be there. Be bitter, sarcastic. Try to bring out an emotion from within Miss Flitwat because emotions reveal personality traits and hidden motives," Hetty instructed.
"Okay," Nell answered.
The excitement that she'd felt when she first knew she was going undercover was fading and she was starting to get nervous. The only plus side was that she'd have Kensi for the most part.
Kensi stepped out of the wardrobe a few minutes later wearing a zipped up black leather jacket and tight fitting denim jeans with rips over the knees with a pair of black boots finishing off the outfit. The heals on Kensi's boots were no where near as tall as Nell's were, even still Nell was still shorter than Kensi, but there was only a couple of inches difference instead of an entire foot.
Kensi walked over to the mirror where Nell was standing so that she could straighten out her outfit. Kensi started curling her hair to add some volume to it, so Nell stepped further away from the mirror, wobbling quite noticeably this time.
"Nervous?" Kensi asked noticing the wobble.
"A little but it's mainly because of these," she replied indicating towards her shoes.
"Hetty picked those for you?" Kensi asked, incredious.
Nell nodded.
"She never made me wear anything that tall before," Kensi stated.
"She probably didn't think you needed the height," Nell replied.
"Correct, Miss Jones," Hetty said appearing from nowhere and completely bypassing them and walking past with no further comment.
Eric had finished creating Nell's alias and was walking the stairs from Ops to fill her and Hetty in on all the details of it. He scanned the floor below him and when he spotted the red hair he almost tripped down the last step before the landing. He looked down only long enough to recover his footing before his eyes and focus became tranfixed on the transformation of the wonder not to far away. She looked amazing. Normally she would hide her beauty and intelligence behind cute little dresses and small smiles. Now she wasn't hiding it, she was flaunting it. Since her cover was as a computer tech, why bother hiding it? For this cover her best weapon would be her intellect. So obvioisly the angle she was playing was witty, smart, goddess looking computer tech... 'Get a grip Beale' he said mentally scolding himself.
As Kensi finished curling her hair she put the curler down and glanced around the office. She skipped over an object and then had to do a double take when she realized it was Eric standing incredibly still staring at something in the distance. She followed Eric's line of sight to Nell, it honestly didn't surprise her. They had a spark there; a definite connection, no doubt about it. What did surprise her was that neither had acted on it.
He tried to force himself to snap out of his trance, but only succeeded in partially bringing back reality. He walked down the stairs, half stumbling, half subconsciously knowing where he was going- to his red- haired partner and new girlfriend... Hopefully.
When Kensi noticed Eric walking down the stairs she figured she should give them some time to themselves. She took one last glance at herself in the mirror and being pleased with the impression she, Nell more so, but that they would give she excused herself.
"I'm going to the armoury," Kensi told Nell.
"Okay, I'll see you down there in a minute," Nell replied whem she saw Eric walking towards them.
Kensi walked away just as Eric came over.
"Have you finished creating my alias?" Nell asked.
"Yes, but I'm thinking that I need to add absolutely beautiful to the description," Eric replied.
Nell smiled and blushed quite noticeably, but she didn't try and hide it. She turned to face Eric with the same smile on her face. For once she could actually see directly into his eyes. They were a dull blue, grey colour, and full of emotion she couldn't decifer. Which reminded her of her emotions at the moment and became overwhelmed with a case of nerves. Her smile slipped and moments later so did Eric's.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked concerned.
"I've never done this before. Gone undercover for this long I mean," Nell explained.
"That doesn't sound like the Nell Jones I know," Eric started, "the Nell Jones I know thinks that she can do anything. The Nell Jones I know gave Henrietta Master-of-the-Universe Lange a present of exotic tea in her first week in a new job. She also single handedly managed to almost incapacitate a guy with a gun that was more than twice her size, with only a knife. The Nell Jones I know is ridiculously brave. Unlike her geeky boyfriend."
Nell managed a small smile and slight laugh at this.
"Yeah, well her geeky boyfriend has... other qualities."
"And what would they be Miss Jones?"
"I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Rachel Edgewood, I have PhD in Computer Sciences and a bachelors in Encryption," she said introducing her alias.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Edgewood."
"Yourself as well, but I'm afraid that I am required down in the armoury," she said, "I hope that our paths cross again one day," Nell finished before she started walking away.
"Hey," Eric said, getting her attention causing her to turn back around.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him before he set a kiss on her lips.
"Good luck," Eric said.
"Thank you," she said walking uninterrupted to the armoury.
Eric walked over to Hetty's desk and handed her the files.
"Miss Blye and Jones' alias's?" she asked.
"Yep."
"Thank you."
Eric nodded his head and turned to leave and go back up to Ops.
"Mr Beale," Hetty said, "when Miss Jones gets back we all need to have a talk," she said with a tone she reserved for only the worst news.
"Okay," Eric said before walking back up to Ops.
What did she want to talk about? What did she know? He'd made sure she couldn't see before he'd walked over and double checked before he'd kissed her. Had she over heard? She was known to have the hearing of a bat. She'd busted them once when he was telling Nell about the nightmare he had when he'd started working at OSP. Hetty had been at the doors of the Ops center when Nell had made her comment of 'weird'. He also remembered the time when as Deeks was walking out of Ops he muttered something along the lines of 'says the woman with a dozen alias's' under his breath. Hetty who was quite some distance away replied with 'I heard that Mr Deeks'. She was also known to keep an eye on 'her people' at all times. The time when Deeks had been shot and Hetty had asked him to pull up a certain piece of footage. Callen quickly noted that it was Deeks' house, and Hetty soon after mentioned that she always kept an eye on her agents and told Sam that he was over watering his lawn. He replied with 'I like a lush lawn'.
Hetty had watched both of them walk in that morning. Were they going to sooner or later have to face the consequence of their actions?
00..
Kensi and Nell were parked outside of the house that Nancy Flitwat was staying. All they were waiting for was Eric to confirm that Flitwat was inside the house.
"Nancy Flitwat is inside the house. Kensi and Nell you're up," Eric announced over the comms link.
"Copy that," Kensi replied, before turning to Nell, "you good to go?"
"No, but going now seems like a good time," she replied.
"Okay," Kensi said opening the car door and stepping out followed by Nell.
"Lets go," Nell said once she got out of the car.
They walked over to the house that Flitwat was staying at and were greeted by tattooed pieces of meat that they assumed were Nancy's hired muscle. Kensi being the experienced field agent was the one who took charge.
"Nancy needs help with a job. We're the ones that are here to help," Kensi said.
"She said nothing about visitors," One of her guards stated in an unveiled Russian accent.
"That's because she doesn't know we're coming," Nell imputed from her spot next to Kensi.
"Then how do you know if she needs you on a job?"
"I have a PhD in Computer Science," Nell added.
The muscle didn't make any comment on it, obviously not understanding what it meant so Kensi quickly added a comment.
"I got an email," she added.
The other guy turned around, "yeah. The boss did say somethin' 'bout an email."
"Sandra Buleiconté?" A voice echoed from the door, "do you bring someone with the skills that I need?"
"Yes, I believe that I do."
"Brutus, Clume. Let them pass," Nancy ordered.
Kensi and Nell walked through the gates and into the house where they were greeted by Nancy.
"Nice to finally meet you in person," Kensi greeted.
"You too Miss Buleiconté and your... friend."
"Well, friend is a bit of a stretch," Nell remarked.
"And you're the computer specialist?"
"Rachel Edgewood," Nell said taking a step forward and reaching her hand out.
Nancy took it but kept a straight, non- expressive line on her lips.
"Are you sure she's qualified?" Nancy asked turning to Kensi or the person that she thought was Sandra Buleiconté.
"I have a bachelors in Encryption and a PhD in Computer Science."
"Well isn't that a reassume," Kensi sarcastically remarked.
"I consider it an asset in my line of work," Nell shot back.
"Look, do you want the job or not?" Nancy asked.
"Would I be here if I didn't?"
"Fine, follow me. Both of you," Nancy instructed.
They followed Nancy down the short hallway and into a room with a circular table.
"Sit," Nancy instructed.
"So is this like King Arthur's Knight's of the Round Table?" Nell asked.
Nancy made no response but she pushed a laptop in front of Nell.
"A PhD in Encryption and a bachelors in Computer Science. You don't mind me if I don't take your word for it. Tell me what time the Russian officials land back in Russia."
"Do you want to know where he landed, what plane he flew on, which runway?" Nell asked.
"Just the time will be fine."
"Okay," Nell said as she started typing away.
"Sandra, let's leave her some space to work," Nancy said indicating for Kensi to follow her.
Kensi had read the emails that had been exchanged between Miss Buleiconté and Flitwat therefore was aware that due to 'complications' that took place whilst Flitwat was in prison she had to break 'connections' with her previous computer specialist.
"What happened to your last computer specialist?" Kensi asked.
"She got a taste of her own medicine," Flitwat replied.
"Meaning?"
"She helped me make money withdrawals from other people's bank accounts. One day she got her entire account swiped and I could no longer work with her, so I sorted the problem."
"Okay..." Kensi trailed off, "what do you need me for? Needing Edge is understandable, but you are perfectly capable yourself. I mean, you escaped from prison yourself."
"This job requires some more man- ... Woman power."
"So this is something more than a prison break?"
"All in time, but for now follow me," she said continuing down the hall.
By the time Nell knew that Kensi and Nancy were gone she actually took some time to scan the room for anything of value to her. A cheap impression of Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa and Van Gogh's Starry Starry Night hung on the back wall of the room. A framed letter of excellence leant up against the side of a bookshelf stacked with texts. But the most surprising thing about the room was the light shade of pink that the room was covered in. All in all it did not fit the phycological profile and personal history that she'd spent all morning absorbed in.
"To be honest Eric," she said in a low voice over her earwig, "this place does not match her profile."
"How so?"
"It has two cheap impressions on the wall, a framed letter of excellence and a bookcase filled with what I assume to be literary texts."
"That is strange."
"Strange indeed. I'll keep looking and tell you what else I find but right now I have a task," she replied turning back to the laptop.
The hallway again was lined with large floor to roof length paintings, mostly cheap knock offs of famous works. At the end of the hall there was a floor length mirror with a bronze embossed frame. It wasn't the frame that Kensi noticed it was the reflective surface that caught her attention. It looked as though it had been shattered and then pieced back together.
"You know they say that breaking a mirror is meant to be bad luck?" Flitwat asked.
"Not that I'm much of a follower in superstitions I do believe that I've heard that one before," Kensi replied.
"It turns out that in the case of the maker of this piece, who formerly owned this residence, had such bad luck that she very willingly gave the property to me."
"So now we're talking about the misfortunes of your previous acquaintances?"
"This one just happened to pull out of the job and put a gun to my head, coincidentally not noticing the knife I already had at the back of her neck," she said turning away from Kensi and running her right middle finger around the edge of 'The Scream' painted by Edvard Munch. She also kicked the floorboard underneath it twice, before swinging the painting towards them to reveal a stairwell.
"This is one thing she didn't know that I put in the house," she said descending the stairs.
She beckoned for Kensi to follow so she did.
There were many stairs on the way down, she couldn't see the bottom, but she suspected that that was from the lack of light.
"One hundred and thirteen," Kensi stated referring to the number of stairs.
"Yes, it's an odd number. The stairs were made in stacks of seven and we were one short so we had to add another. Of course again just another stupid superstition, but people's luck down here generally isn't great either." Nancy explained.
"And why is that?" Kensi asked.
"Because, Miss Buleiconté," she said as she flipped the light switch on, and turned to Kensi, "this is where horrible things happen to people who don't do as I ask," she turned to the room, "Welcome to my torture chamber."
"It's very artful," Kensi said wondering over to admire some of the blades.
"I have my own method for punishment and interrogation."
"I like to think that everybody is different," Kensi replied admiring another tool of which by using would most definitely be against the Geneva convention.
She looked around the room and saw a cross like fixture against a wall with leather restraints on it. A little closer to her there was a tray lined with throwing knives. So that's what it was: a throwing wall. Some unfortunate person would be bound to the wall and then had knives thrown at them.
She walkeld closer to the tray.
"Do you mind?" she asked motioning towards the knives and /wall.l
"Go ahead," Nancy replied.
Kensi picked up a knife and threw it. She watched as it embedded itself in the wall, right on the centre of where the head would be.
"You never mentioned that you could throw a knife."
"Well, you never asked."
"I suppose I didn't, but why don't you throw another."
"Okay," Kensi replied picking up her second knife.
00..
"How's it going?" Eric asked Nell over comms.
"Well in the hour and a half that we've been here I've been asked to find and inform her of what time the Russian officials landed back in Russia and that took me less than five minutes," Nell replied.
"Last time I had to do that it took me about two minutes," Eric challenged.
"Yeah, the difference is that I currently don't have access to the toys that you would have had," she replied.
"That's true."
"You also wouldn't have to be running an illegal search engine in a Dell laptop that looks like it was made in the nineteen hundreds and has been to hell and back," Nell added.
"Who even has a laptop that old?"
"Nancy Flitwat," Eric answered.
"Clearly."
"You think Miss Edgewood is finished yet?" Flitwat asked as she helped Kensi pull her knives out of the wall.
"Edge?" Kensi asked, "she'll have the electrical system of this house rewired by now," Kensi replied neatly aligning the knives back up on the table.
"Then let's go back up."
"Kensi and Flitwat are coming back from down the hall," Nell told Eric.
"Is it all still happy families?"
"At the moment," Nell said dropping back into character as Kensi and Flitwat came back around the corner.
"Did you get the information that I need?"
"No I decided that I'd check my emails instead, but this dinosaur of a laptop wouldn't load them," Nell remarked.
"Quit jerking me around," Flitwat ordered.
Nell let out a laugh before commenting, "Fine, fine. I found it."
"And-" Kensi started.
"Well firstly, it's a PhD in Computer Science and a bachelors in encryption."
"My bad," Flitwat remarked, sarcastically.
"And secondly they landed at four thirty-six this morning which is ten thirty- six over here. At the international terminal in Moscow."
"Okay, thank you. I think you have proven yourself. I will email Miss Buleiconté the details preceding our next encounter."
"Okay," Nell said picking up her bags and walking out with Kensi following behind.
They walked in silence until they reached Kensi's car, were inside and had it in drive.
"Eric, we're out," Nell said.
"Okay, I'll notify Hetty," he replied.
"We're did she take you?" Nell asked Kensi.
"She took me to her torture chamber. The doorway down the stairwell was concealed behind a painting," Kensi answered.
"A torture chamber?"
"Yeah, nothing nice either. Leather binds and throwing knives. She probably has more off display," Kensi explained grimly.
"Did you notice the room?"
"Which one?"
"The one I was in, it was a light shade of pink and had cheap impressionist prints of famous artworks on the wall along with a bookcase filled with literary texts," Nell explained.
"And the framed letter of excellence," Kensi added.
"I saw that as well."
"It doesn't make sense. Why would she have cheap impressions of the prints when she could easily afford them herself," Kensi pondered out loud.
"And there is no evidence in her personal history that could even suggest that she achieved anything to warrant such an award," Nell added before questioning the matter further, "who use to own that house because I doubt she found it in the week since she escaped."
"Nancy said that it was the house of a previous associate of hers. It didn't end too well. She probably just kept it because she had the chamber underneath it."
"Possibly, or maybe for some other reason."
"One that only time will tell," Kensi said regrettably.
They arrived back at the office at about five o'clock that afternoon. Nell was congratulated by the team for such a great job at establishing her cover. They went over to wardrobe and changed. Nell was more than glad to have an excuse to step out of her six inch pieces of hell and to change into something much more comfortable, much more herself. She took her hair out of its side ponytail and let it hang down her back. You could barely see her and Rachel Edgewood as being the same person. Nell was too short, too cute, not fierce enough. But that was on the outside, because on the inside they were very much alike, she was witty, sarcastic, open minded, intelligent. An almost complete contrast to her appearance; almost. It was weird how much different a person could look with some extra height, different make-up and some clothes that contrasted to their first heart.
Once changed she walked back up to Ops to see the one person who hadn't congratulated her. Eric.
She walked in to see him staring blank eyed into his computer screen, deep in though.
"Hey, Eric," she announced, "Eric."
He turned around to face her with a worried expression on his face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"She knows, Hetty knows."
"Are you sure?"
"She said that once you were back she wanted us three to have a little talk."
Nell sat down.
"How does she know?" she pondered because she truly had not as clue as to how Hetty knew nor found out, "wait, why didn't you tell me?"
"You and Kensi had just left when she told me. I would've told you later but I didn't want to make you unfocused, and I wasn't even sure if Kensi was listening in."
Nell exhaled, and after a pause of making up her mind responded.
"No, actually I'm glad you didn't tell me because I'm an analyst and I would've been more focused on what it was rather than my cover."
"I'm just sorry that I left you in the dark for so long-"
She kissed him to stop him from finishing that sentence.
"Don't worry about me, I know what I'm doing," Nell reassured, well she didn't know what she was doing but she figured it was a start.
"Now, when did Hetty say she wanted to speak with us?"
"When you got back."
"Well, I think it's time for us to face the storm rather than dance in it," Nell said grabbing Eric's hand and standing. They walked down the stairs from Ops and across to Hetty's office.
Nell knocked on the wooden support that marked the beginning of Hetty's office.
"Ah," Hetty said looking up from her laptop, "Miss Jones, Mr Beale."
"Yes Hetty," Nell said as they both took a tentative step closer to her desk.
She closed her laptop,"Please take a seat," she said before continuing, "I was in Bosnia in 1963 as part of a joint task-force with the FBI. There were two other agents with me, an agent Ross and an agent Septley. Both a few years younger than I and madly in love. It hadn't affected their work or the operation throughout the four months of recon that we did, nor the further two of planning. When we all infiltrated the company some information was leaked to the Bosnians. Agent Ross managed to escape before they closed in on Agent Septley and I. Ross came in without any backup. It was a one man solo unauthorized rescue mission. He was so head strong and determined to get Septley back that as they were about to get me out they were shot because they let their guard down. Ross let his emotions get the better of him which got both of them shot and killed," she concluded.
"I'm sorry Hetty but I don't see your point," Eric stated, even though he knew exactly what she meant.
Hetty sighed because she knew that it wasn't going to be as easy as she hoped.
"When one of my worker's status changes, whether announced or not, well, I have my ways of knowing," Hetty explained.
Eric took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He did not like where this was going.
"I must say you showed no signs of there being any change in your personal relationship when you walked in this morning. Walking out on Friday on the other hand was another story."
'Great so our cover was blown before we walked in this morning' Nell thought.
"You two must know that it is against all NCIS regulations and protocol that two employees can be romantically involved?"
"Of course we do," Nell replied.
"So, what are you saying?" Eric asked.
Hetty sighed deeply again, new only bad news would come.
"In interests of National security and not compromising this team I am giving you forty- eight hours to figure out the problem at hand."
"But Hetty it hasn't affected our work," Nell argued.
"True, it didn't," Hetty admitted, "but what happens once Nancy Flitwat put Miss Jones into a dangerous situation?" she asked rhetorically, "you'll be emotionally involved and you won't be thinking properly," she paused and composed herself, "I reiterate; you have forty- eight hours to figure it out. I will need an answer by then."
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