So, as far as this chapter goes, my muse decided to just up and leave! How rude! Well, I managed to find the little sucker before I went batty and here are the results. Hope it was worth the wait.
Disclaimer: I own no part of COTT. I write solely for pleasure, not profit.
Chapter Six
A strange sort of giggle escapes my mouth before I can fight it down. "I`m sorry. Did you say John?"
"Yeah." Another strange look from yet another stranger. Man, I must be setting a record. "John Sauer."
Another strange giggle, and I let go of the man`s hand, instead running it through my hair. "This is unbelievable! I`ve got to be dreaming!" I`m not this lucky! Neil is the one with the horseshoe up his ass, not me!
"Excuse me?" I now recognise the accent the man has. He`s a Newfoundlander. He has to be the guy! Seeing as how I doubt there are many John Sauer`s around these parts.
"Oh, nothing." Smooth. Really, really smooth. "It`s just nice to meet someone from home, is all."
You may ask yourselves, why am I lying to this man? Well, for one thing, if I told him I`m here stalking his `daughter`, he`d probably shoot me in the face. Or break my nose. The guy is not only about two feet taller than I am (goddamn huge is an appropriate statement), he`s in the military for a reason! Everything about him screams Armed Forces. Also, I have a plan. I don`t want to disturb his whole family dynamics, I just want to talk to Angela...Coral...whatever. Maybe give her a heads up about Cronus, with her no doubt thinking I`m a bag full of crazy, but then again, I think I must have a few screws loose. I fight Gods and monsters! Any sane person would have probably told the God`s to shove it, then take off in the opposite direction.
"I see." John nods, seemingly having forgotten about my odd behaviour. "Well, I hope you enjoy your time here!"
"Thank you, sir!" I shake his hand again. He then turns back to Jozef and exchanges a few words in German, then waves a quick goodbye as he heads away down the street.
"Good man, he is." Jozef comments, watching him go. "He`s been here a few years now. He comes by almost every morning for a cup of coffee, though he`s been too busy these last few weeks to come by and chat. It`s nice we caught him tonight."
"You have no idea." I shake my head, mumbling to myself. This is way too easy, my mind screams at me. I`ll have to be careful. No way this is a coincidence...I believe in gods, monsters, and so forth but coincidences? Not a chance.
"Well, I say it`s time to turn in." Jozef mumbles around a yawn.
"Oh, crap!" I exclaim, accidentally scaring the guy. "I forgot something at the Consulate. Here," I pass him my key. "I`ll be back later!" I then take off.
"Well, the front door has a bell." He calls after me. "Just ring it when you get in!"
I give a quick wave, letting him know I heard, but I have to be quick. I`ve already lost sight of my target. Taking a corner a bit fast, I slip in a puddle and almost go down. I look down both ends of the road, but still can`t catch a glimpse of Mr. Sauer. Using my peripherals, I spot a fire escape down an alley. Scaling buildings would be a lot easier if I had my whip, but unfortunately it`s still upstairs in my room back at the hotel. I dash for it, knowing time is not on my side at the moment.
Hitting the ladder with a running leap, the rusty edges dig into my palms, but I ignore it. I`ll just get a tetanus shot later. The climb is rough, as I haven`t eaten lately and I`m running on empty here, but I make it to the roof in descent time. Without the protection of the buildings like on the ground, the wind is swift and stings with cold up here. I cup my hands and blow in them to warm them as I look in all directions for the Master Corporal. I was an idiot not to buy a coat when I had a chance earlier. Finally, though, I spot my mark, hunched against the cold in his coat, heading off down a road to my left. I follow quietly and quickly, thanking the Europeans for their attached buildings. It would be suicide to follow on the ground. Me against a military trained individual? I`m sure I`d be found out very quickly if I tried following on foot. My brace doesn`t allow me to be the most stealthy on cobblestones.
Leaping from one roof to the next, I keep a close eye on my mark, keeping him in sight, but making sure he can`t see me as easily. We soon cross out of the touristy area`s and businesses and enter a residential area. I swear under my breath as he reaches and crosses over a wide bridge. Must be a canal, judging by the man-made banks, but that now forces me to follow on foot. Damnit...
Climbing down via the way I had gone up – thankfully this city has a ton of fire escapes – I follow as far behind as I can without losing him. The streets have thinned of people now, so hiding in a crowd is out of the question. As I cross over the stone bridge, I`m in awe of the beauty of the area. Even in the dark, it`s obvious the area is a blend of old architecture, and modern homes and apartments. Most homes here are all attached, much like the buildings downtown. The walkway opens out onto a large wooded park, and the Master Corporal heads straight through it. Able to use the trees for cover, the hunt continues.
After what feels like an eternity, he finally reaches a large house on the edge of the park and walks up the steps. This must be the place. Nice digs, buddy! Hiding behind a tree, I watch as he opens the door, and voices filter out. Suddenly a young girl appears, jumping into his arms in a tight hug, and I suddenly forget how to breathe. Her light purple hair is pulled back into a long French braid, and her green eyes sparkle with happiness at the sight of John. She`s wearing a dark purple sweater and jeans, and I`m suddenly aware of my wet face. She`s exactly as I remember her...that smile and green eyes used to sparkle like that when she would look at me...
They close the door behind them as they walk in, and I hear John chastising Angela...Coral...about being up so late, and I can`t help but continue watching the happy home long after the lights inside have gone out. I don`t remember when my knees hit the ground, but when the lights finally do dim I`m aware of my wet pants in the mud. I stay there, not really thinking about anything besides the mantra of she`s alive...she`s really alive. All the doubts I had are thrown out the window as I stare at the white home before me.
Finally deciding I probably look more than suspicious kneeling in the mud outside, I get up and saunter back to the hotel, not really sure how or when I get back in, but all I remember before fading into unconsciousness is hitting my bed and thinking what now?
Okay, people, lets recap. It`s been a while since I was able to just think on my own time, without doing...well, whatever. It`s now seven in the morning, and I need to think this through before I get out of bed. Let`s see. So, I am now on the run (I officially think that sounds so much cooler than having abandoned ship) from my team and the Gods of Olympus. And my god, I should just end this train of thought right there at how immensely ridiculous that sounded. But for my own benefit, cause screw everyone, these are my thoughts damnit, I`ll continue. So, on the run, AWOL if you`d prefer, and am now in a country who is as foreign to me as class. The journey to find my sister has so far been successful, except she doesn`t know who I am or that I even exist. I only know she`s alive due to the fact that I followed her foster dad and staked outside her house. Not creepy or pedophilish in the least. Now the million dollar question: How do I go about telling her and her family who I am and that they have to be careful as a psycho Greek god is after her? I have the photograph, which will definitely help, but they`ll have me in a padded room faster than I can blink as far as the latter. And thus the conundrum I am facing as I lay in this really soft bed staring at the roof stucco. If you don`t know, I`ve been up for four hours, getting about a half hour of sleep. I think I`m a bit too wired. I`ve already picked a hole in the comforter thinking this through, and won`t Jozef love me for that. I`ll just pick him up something decorative and with colour for his lobby. Or a bottle of Febreeze for that god awful smell, if they even sell that here.
Giving in with a desperate sigh, I finally crawl out of bed. It`s just so hard! This mattress cover feels like it`s made out of Kashmir or something! Velour maybe. Trundling to the bathroom, I`m happy to find that my clothes are dry, and I quickly slip them on. Still a little inappropriate for the weather here, but it`ll do. Glancing outside, it`s still gray outside, but at least there`s no rain. Already on a good note, I head downstairs
Jozef is already waiting for me as I reach the lobby, backpack over my shoulder. I can smell the delicious aromas wafting in from the kitchens. Smells like toast and pan... wait.
I look at Jozef, who`s situated in his usual spot behind the counter, then back to the kitchen area. "Who`s cooking if you`re out here?" It would be obvious he couldn't run the place on his own, but he`s the only person I`ve seen here.
"Ah, my wife. She is a very good cook!"
Oh, of course. Duh.
Not wanting to be rude, but also really wanting to be heading out, I walk into the small dining area to the wondrous smells of pancakes, fresh coffee, muffins, and every other breakfast food that is totally awesome! What`s best is that there seems to also be a few jars of what appears to be home made jam. Hell to the yeah!
Jozef`s wife turns out to be completely opposite of what I expected. She`s tall, wiry and has light, curly blonde hair. So not the plump, short image I had in my mind. For the entire time I`m in there, she treats me like a king, constantly pushing plates towards me all the while wringing her hands in her apron as though expecting me to grade her work. Of course, I give her two thumbs up every time. If I were home right now, I`d have a xiphos in my face. Waiting on me hand and foot, though, makes me feel a little selfish. I`m never one to have things done for me, and come on! She has to be, like, seventy! I should be the one waiting on her. She`s not very talkative, as she knows no English, but by the time breakfast is done and I`m heading out the door, she knows my name and my dislike of grapefruit.
"Servus, Archie!" she waves as I walk outside. I`m guessing that like goodbye? What a sweetheart! And damn, I may have to steal her recipe book before I go. For now though, there are things that have to be done.
Hopping on my bike, I retrace my steps from last night, trying to remember the way. There are so many winding streets and small back roads in this city, that it`s hard to get my bearings sometimes. Riding through Marienplatz, the cool wind reminds me how useless my hoodie seems to have become. Seeing a small shop, I decide it`s still early enough to make a pit stop. Throwing my bike in park, I waltz inside.
The shop is warm, thank god for that, and full of...the weirdest crap I`ve ever seen! I doubt even Theresa would shop here, and that in itself is saying a lot! And what the hell is that? A throw rug, a sweater, or a purple Chow Chow? Wait, this is foreign territory, literally, so I had better not ask. Now, I wonder if there`s something over here...Holy hell! My eyes, they burn! Someone call an ambulance! My eyes are watering and I have to blink away the spots of neon green that just assaulted my eyes. If I`m permanently damaged, I`m suing this place for not just physical damages, but a total disregard for good taste!
Blindly, I feel my way back before the exit when my hands touch the distinct texture of worn leather. It`s a bit fuzzy through the tears, but it looks like a leather jacket. Had to make sure it wasn`t a pair of leather pants or something. And aw, how cliché would that be, a guy on a bike in leather? I know its for their protection, but really! Just for that, I think I`ll get it. It`s fairly nice, from what I can see, and a light brown color. If anything it`ll keep the rain water at bay. Not really caring how much the tag reads, I grab it and hobble towards the cashier.
"Was darf`s sein?" The cashier asks. He`s just a young kid, probably younger than me, with short spiked hair, glasses, earring, and cuffs on both wrists. One of those skater types. I bet he`s wearing girls jeans too behind that counter. Strange world.
"English?" I blink, still seeing nothing but green. I put the jacket on the counter and rub my eyes.
"Yes. And are you alright?" he asks, peering at me like he`s the one whose blind. How do I tell him his store attacked me?
"Yeah. Eyelash." I lie, handing him my card. He rings it through without another word, and I`m quickly out of there before the jeans try and take me out. Throwing my hoodie in my backpack, I put the coat on. Luckily it fits like a glove, since I was a moron and didn't try it on before I bought it. The inside is lined with fleece, and my arms instantly warm. Very nice! Waiting until my sight is back to normal, I hit the road again.
I soon find the park with its nice homes and park outside the Major Corporal's place. A little forward, yes, but if this goes down the way I think it will, I may have to make a fast getaway before he calls the cops. That or pulls his service pistol. I dismount, already running the script through my mind. 'Sir, there's a crazed man after your daughter! By the way, she's my sister and she may be an Olympian hero! Does she have any special abilities?' Yeah, this is crazy.
I walk the steps slowly, trying to delay the inevitable. It's amazing how I've spent ten years thinking about Angela, my mom and the accident, and when I finally find she's alive, I walk her front steps like a zombie. This is what I've always wanted, to see her again, to hear her voice and the light in her eyes as she looks at me, and this is how I act? As though I don't want to be here? Jeez, I have some serious issues.
I'm still a bit hesitant to ring the bell, but a crash from inside throws me into action. I rap on the door, hard and loud, and all I hear in return is the sound of breaking glass. Grabbing the door handle, I'm surprised to find it unlocked. A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach has me walking inside without an invitation, and I'm immediately struck by the destruction. Furniture is torn to pieces and upended, photographs lay strewn on the floor, their frames bent and broken. There's glass everywhere, and I'm about to investigate further into the room when I hear a scream from upstairs. I find the steps just to my left and ascend before I even realize it. Reaching the landing, I slow down to a crawl, softening my steps. If this is a robbery and someone has a weapon, my whip is going to be useless. Slicing a bullet would be as impossible as hitting a fly with a blow dart. Nevertheless, I reach into my backpack and grab my Adamantine whip, the weight of it in my hand a reassurance. Strapping my bag back on, I continue.
Reaching the top, I glance down the hallway. Mr. Sauer is laying on the soft carpet, deathly still. A nasty gash on his temple oozes blood, but he's still alive, evident by the steady rise and fall of his chest. Taken by surprise no doubt. The scream I heard was female, indicating Mrs. Sauer is still around, but I can't see her from my vantage point. Straining my ears, I pick up mumbled, angry voices from a room down to my left. Giving the Major one more glance, I creep down the hall.
Soon, the voices become distinct, and I can hear a woman speaking in a shaky voice. "I don't know what you want. Please, don't hurt me!"
There`s another crash, the sound of something breaking and a muffled yell. Another voice enters the picture and I can only growl in frustration as my medallion goes ice cold.
"Don`t play games with me woman. I am not in a forgiving mood. Now, where is she?"
"Who? Please, I don`t know who you`re talking about." She sobs. Her broken plea is the last straw for me, and I can`t take it. She needs my help. Facing the closed door, I rear back and break it open with a swift kick. The smashing wood and sudden entrance rips another scream from Mrs. Sauer, a small blond woman with hazel eyes. On a good day, she would be quite pretty, but the tears and smeared eyeliner running down her face mar her features. She looks at me with wild eyes; another stranger in her home.
The room I`m in is bright blue, with stuffed animals and dolls lining the walls and bed. I know where I am immediately and it makes me hate the Titan even more, if it`s even possible.
"Let her go, Cronus." I growl, extending my whip and snap it threateningly. The Titan has a harsh grip on the woman`s arm, and he pulls her towards him intent on using her like a shield. What a coward! Materializing his scythe, he holds it to her throat. His idiot minions are nowhere to be seen. I can`t let my guard down.
He sneers at me, his grip tightening on Mrs. Sauer. She gives another sob and I hold a hand out in a passive manner, trying to calm her ever if just a little. "Ma`am, I`m here to help. It`s going to be alright."
"Why lie to the woman, boy? I`m not leaving until I get what I want." Knowing I can`t do jack when he`s got a hostage, he leans in and barks harshly in the poor woman`s ear. "Tell me. Where is she?"
"I don`t know who you`re talking about!" she cries, near hysterics.
"Angela!" he yells, making her jump. I flinch as the blade presses deeper to her neck.
"I...I don`t..." her remaining words are lost as she breaks down. The man said he had done some research, so I have no idea why he wouldn`t be naming Angela by her new name.
"Your daughter." The god informs her, looking as if his patience is near its end. I have to get her away from him and fast.
Finally letting the information sink in, she shakes her head in denial regardless of the sharp blade. Cronus drops it to his side, and I see my chance. Using as much speed as I can muster, I shoot forward and grab Mrs. Sauer`s free arm. At the same time, I aim a scissor kick straight into Cronus` gut. Having the breath knocked from him, Cronus` grip loosens and I pull the woman away.
I drag her out the door and back down the hall as I hear Cronus yell my name. I stop only long enough to slam the broken door in his face. I turn back as she gives another gasping sob. Upon seeing her husband bleeding on the floor, her knees give out and she clutches his shirt like a lifeline. Knowing we have...about zero time, I kneel with her and grab her attention. "Please, we have to go. He`ll be ok."
Pulling her back up, a plan forms in my mind. I remember a utility closet I passed by before the stairs. Got to be quick... We reach the bottom of the stairs in a flash. Suddenly, she grabs my arm. "Please," she whispers, "Coral went out with friends. She`ll be home soon..." She looks back as she hears Cronus` heavy footsteps heading our way, then pierces me with the most fearful eyes I`ve ever seen. Nearly takes my breath away.
"I`ll make sure she`s safe! Trust me!" I drag her over to the closet and quietly place her inside, closing the door moments before Cronus comes stomping down the stairs. The anger radiating off him gets me moving, and I aim for the front door and sprint. A loud grunt reaches my ears, and one of Cronus` giants leap out from a side hall, blocking my way out. I takes a swipe at me, failing to land a hit, but it`s eating into my timeframe. I need to take the fight away from Mrs. Sauer; I can`t have her in harm's way in case Cronus decides he doesn`t want to play fair...which we all know he doesn`t anyway. With Ugly in front of me, and Cronus closing the gap down the stairs, I backpedal and head deeper into the house through the living room. I know Cronus hates me and knowing I have once again succeeded in pissing him off, I know he`ll follow me. His unconscious mind puts up blinders to the world around his when he sets his sights on me or one of the gang. That`s all that matters now...well that, and I`m praying that this leads me somewhere with an escape route available. Please, let there be a back door to this place or I may be screwed. Heading into a kitchen area with a wide bay window, I look around and quickly spot the back door.
But it`s already too late.
I`m not as fast as a warp tunnel.
He`s through the worm hole and bringing his scythe down before I can even perceive it. All I do perceive is the white hot pain of his bladed weapon ripping across my arm, then my chest, leaving nothing behind but blood and torn flesh.
"This is it?" he taunts, swinging his scythe again. This time, I manage to duck. "The bloodline of Achilles, one of the greatest warriors the world has ever seen, has been reduced to this?" Trying to fight through the pain, I only just get my arms up in time to block a vicious kick aimed at my face. The sheer force of strength behind it lifts me from my feet, and the next thing I know I`m laying on cold grass coughing, glass around me and buried under my skin, staring through the bay window I just went through.
Cronus follows, rage in his eyes. "Reduced to a coward who does nothing but run away...how pathetic."
Having retained hold of my weapon, I lash out. A sharp snap of my whip sends his scythe flying but I know it won`t stop him. He can simply recreate it. It does halt his progress though, if only for a moment. I see red, angry at his words, the situation, and the fact he managed to get the drop on me. "I don`t run."
"Oh? Then where are your friends? You`ve run away from them, your country, and if my mind recalls correctly, you were running from me not a minute ago." He smirks, smug and confident. I try to get to my feet, but I`m slowed by my injuries. I hate this so much.
"I`m going to cut you in so many ribbons, Jay won`t even recognise you." I strike out, aiming for his face. He`s fast but I manage to rip a piece off his nose, sending blood flying. Now who's the smug bastard?
With no options available to me, I can only stand and fight. I have to keep this ass away from the Sauer`s, away from Angela. I try and think strategy as my left arm bleeds and glass crunches underfoot as I stand up. One arm down, I glance at my surroundings for anything useful. The backyard is small, enclosed by a brown fence that opens onto another forested park. Other than the fence and a barbeque, nothing. Fan-frickin-tastic!
"Strong words coming from a coward. It`s too bad I couldn`t manage to stick you like a pig."
"Sucks, doesn`t it?" Sure-fired Archie defence mechanism: when backed into a corner, always resort to sarcasm. His giants stick their heads out the shattered windowpane, content with watching in a sick fascination.
He makes the first move, nearly seeming to move in a blur he`s so fast. His scythe is back, but I block a swing at my head with the grip of my whip. Heph made this thing virtually indestructible, including the casing. My whip momentarily immobilized, I swing my injured arm in a haymaker, catching Cronus square on the jaw. His senses dazed, I raise my foot and give him a nasty kick of my own straight to the solar plexus. Any human being on earth would have doubled over, but a low grunt and a few steps back is all I get for my work. One more kick, and he`s on his butt in the grass, blood flowing from a broken nose.
I raise my whip, wanting...no, needing to put an end to this. About to bring it down, Cronus lashes out with his foot...straight into my right ankle.
Now, my brace protects me from the worst case scenarios, but even with it on a hit to my literal Achilles Heel is enough to leave me weak kneed and nauseous. My legs instantly feel like rubber, but I manage to stay standing long enough to get out of range before I hit my knees. I fight to keep my breakfast down as Cronus gets to his feet, that self-absorbed, irritatingly smug grin back on his face.
"Like I said before, how far the mighty have fallen. If you and your pathetic little group were half as strong as your ancestors were, I`d be back in Tartarus by now."
Not liking him ever looking down on me, I manage to get back on my feet. I should be eating dirt, but rage and adrenaline has a funny way of making you do the impossible. Bleeding and glass encrusted, I give him my most defiant stare, locking with his red eyes and refusing to look away. I point my whip at him like a sword. "I`m going to have the pleasure of locking your sorry ass in there myself, I can promise you that!"
"What`s going on?"
We both whip our heads to the fence`s gate and stare. There, standing like a fawn caught in a pair of headlights, stands the one person we`re both seeking. Orchid hair in two low pig tails, wearing a white t-shirt, green cardigan and jeans, Angela`s emerald eyes are staring at the two strange, bleeding men in her backyard. Shit, shit, and shit!
"What`s going on?" her eyes tear up in fear. My heart nearly breaks right there. "Who are you?"
Giving me a look that seems to scream `I`ve won`, Cronus starts towards the frightened little girl.
"No!" the scream leaves my lips, and I hear Angela scream in fright as I full body tackle the man to the ground. Acting fast, I take my whip and wrap it around the man`s ankles, all the while dodging blows. I take an elbow to the stomach as I roll off the man, leaving me winded but not out for the count. I quickly grab Angela by the arm and drag her back out into the park.
"Let me go!" she screams, but I drag her further away from the god currently trying to untangle himself.
"I`m here to help..." I breathe. "Please, you`re in danger."
My only response from her are tears as she begins crying, as she`s no doubt scared out of her mind. She seems less resistive then before, though. Maybe shock, maybe the word `danger` making her more trusting, I don`t know. Either way, I`m able to pick up my speed, and as we disappear further into the tree`s I can hear Cronus` angered scream rip through the foliage around us.
All I do is run. Run until my feet are numb and until I have no memory of what has come and gone. I run to put as much distance between Angie and Cronus as possible. Finally tuning into the world around me, I hear Angela`s ragged breath and feeling her failing strength, and I finally stop. I have no idea where we are or how far we`ve gone. All I know is there are tree`s everywhere, no buildings in sight, and that when it comes to my baby sister far away isn`t far enough from that mad man.
Bent over, hands on my knees, I glance over at Angela. Poor girl is sprawled out on the ground, panting, her face flush from crying and exertion. I`m proud to see she`s no longer crying though. I shake my head, knowing that she probably already hates me. But I can`t have us relax, not right now. Not until I know she`s somewhere safe.
"We have...to keep moving." I wheeze, swaying. Things have suddenly become fuzzy, and I sway dangerously on my feet.
"NO!" she scrambles away from me, coming to a stop against a tall oak. "I want to go home! I want my parents!" Trembling, she brings her knees to her chest and buries her face in her hands.
Knowing I`d get nowhere with her right now, not in her condition, I don`t say a word. Instead, I grab my backpack and reach in for my trump card. Even the sudden movement of taking my pack off has my body tilting precariously, and I know it has to be from blood loss and shock. This is so not good. Setting both myself and the bag on the ground to avoid falling on my face, I finally find what I need. The framed photograph is still in good condition, considering the flight out the window. The glass in it is cracked, but not in a million pieces like I figured it would be. On hands and knees, I make my way to her, setting the picture on the ground next to her. She stills and tries to move away, but stills when I make no attempt to touch her.
"You may not believe me, nor want to hear what I have to say, but that man back there is after you. I`m..." I choke off as my vision blurs again. "I`m here to help you...save you." I watch as she slowly retrieves the picture from the grass and holds it before her eyes.
Collapsing on the ground, I suddenly can`t find the strength to hold myself up. This is really bad. I need to get Angela somewhere safe! I have to...
"I`m your brother, Coral." God, I`m so tired...
"I..." she`s started crying again, staring at the photograph. It`s enough to make tears of my own start to fall. "Who...?"
"I can`t give you all the answers right now...not safe..." I think I just slurred that, but I`m too tired to care. I just want to get Angela out of here, and it hits me like a cement truck; suddenly and with a lot of pain. I`m just not strong enough. I can`t do this on my own...I need help to simply keep my family safe now, and that thought rips into me more deeply than Cronus ever could. Finding a small reservoir of strength, I reach in my bag again, and grab my PMR and the battery. My fingers feel like they belong to someone else, and I miss putting the battery in nearly three times before it snaps in. It`s how I know I`m in deep trouble. Pressing the power button, my vision darkening rapidly, I hit the transmitter button and lift the machine to my face.
"I don`t know if anyone...can hear this but please. Please, I...I need help..."
My blurred mind picks up Angela`s surprised cry as I drop the PMR from my numb fingers. My last thought before I slip into unconsciousness is thinking no one heard me. I`m half a world away and no one can hear me...
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