Title: Desperate Measures
Chapter 4 – Narrow Margin

A/N: To those still with me I really do appreciate your amazing feedback and thanks so much (sorry to those that left). I hope you all like this update.

Having only gotten a few hours' sleep, Ed awakens the next morning groggier than usual, glancing up at the clock and then over at the empty side of the bed, his mind flashing snippets of the day before.

'I marry Donna and she stays in the country.' 'The only way to save her life.' 'I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Lane.'

"Married…did I dream all that?" He asks with a small frown until he glances down at the telltale band of gold on his left hand, a small smile automatically creeping onto his face. But as he recalls the tense events just before he fell asleep, the smile is replaced with a frown as he wonders how Donna survived the night before.

"Today…is gonna be...different," Ed groans as he rolls onto his side and looks up at the clock with a less than happy expression. "Tomorrow will be also."

But knowing that he now shares the apartment with someone else, he slowly sits up and gazes at the door, wondering what time Donna would wake up and what her normal morning routine was; that would be interesting in itself to discover. However, by the time his senses finally come into sharp focus, instead of hearing only silence in the rest of the apartment he hears some soft grunting in the living room and is quick to get up and go investigate. But as soon he rounds the corner he stops short though, another smile instantly forming and his core rapidly enflaming.

"Morning," he announces himself and Donna turns him with a small startled expression.

"Hey," she pauses her early morning workout, dressed only in a pair of shorts and a sports bra; leaving not much to the hungry male imagination. "I like to get a head start on the team."

"Sure makes sense. Maybe I'll join you tomorrow," he teases.

"If you can keep up," she winks playfully, a promising start to the day.

"Oh I will. Okay I'm just gonna…"

"If I'm in the way…"

"No I gotta shower and shave and…stuff," he frowns as his eyes continue to stare at her body a bit longer than expected. "Right you can um…" he pauses to clear his throat and look away for a few seconds, "make coffee or…whatever," he turns back with a tight smile.

"Okay."

Donna watches Ed turn and disappear into the bathroom, swallowing back a small giggle at his obvious embarrassment and arousal, telling herself the rest she can do at work and decides to put her workout stuff away. She hears the razor going and listens to his humming as she walks past the bathroom with a smile, before entering his bedroom to get dressed and ready. But before she starts, she looks at the large bed with only his side used and frowns.

Donna heads around to his side, unable to get her day started when a messy bed was staring her in the face; old habits drilled into her from a small child by a strict parent. Her mind thinks on that sad fact for a second, if her parents were alive then they could tell the authorities this was all a mistake. But if they were alive then Ida could target them also, her brain quickly reminds her and she shakes away the notion of a quick escape from all this. She looks down at her left hand and smiles, remembering how nervous both were how they actually managed to mumble the 'I do's' so that they were understood.

Her mind is jolted back to reality by Ed's voice offering a small cough in the next room; prompting her to keep going on her original mission. She heads for the closet, shedding her workout wear and pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweater until she'd get to work and change into her SRU gear. But her mind was so lost in thought that she fails to hear the shower stop, the door open and Ed exit. That is until he enters.

"Oh…I uh…" her turn to stammer as she gazes hungrily at his warm, damp frame with only a towel wrapped at the waist to partially cover his body. She feels her face instantly enflame before she looks away. "I'll be a second and…" she grabs her hair clip from the table and heads for the door, pausing to allow her senses to drink in his husky scent.

"I just didn't hear you," Ed states lamely as both of them stand face to face for a few heated moments. "I should get dressed."

"Yeah me too," Donna utters and then pauses as she just smiles. "Right…I'll start the coffee."

Ed watches her leave and then echoes and then leans against the doorway for a few seconds letting out a heavy sigh before hurrying to get ready.

"Damn…wow," Donna whispers as she enters his kitchen, her hand fanning herself as she goes in search of some coffee. So much for just sharing the space and it not having any kind of emotional impact; any more surprises from him like that and they'd both be in trouble.

Ed quickly dresses, his senses picking up the smell of coffee and then hearing the TV with the morning news in the background and an odd feeling of domestic comfort starts to settle upon him. As much as Ed tells himself they were working on building a romantic relationship they did rush one of the most important steps; would everything else be just as rushed? Or would their intimacy come naturally? A few mornings like this and it'll be rushed for sure, he inwardly groans.

Ed enters the kitchen, fearing that possibly their awkward moment earlier would have upped the tension but thankfully she greets him with a smile and mentions something on the news and the feeling is dispelled.

"So what do you do for breakfast?" Donna inquires.

"Breakfast…familiar word," Ed pauses with a mock frown. "I know Wordy mentions it once and a while."

"Ah so you're one of those kind," she teases and he nods and smiles. "Well I guess as part of my exciting day off I'll get something for breakfast for tomorrow and you can learn what a helpful word it really is," she replies, biting back her inner disdain at his outward cringe at being able to go about as if nothing had really changed but her life was in limbo.

A few more moments of silence grow as she turns back to him with a tight smile. "So…"

"So…" they both start at the same time and stop.

"Ed, about last night….I just needed a moment and…"

"And I was there. It's okay, you know that right?"

"Believe me I'm more angry than upset but after all I worked so hard to do…"

"You needed a shoulder to cry on and I was there."

"Thank you. Next time I'll probably be asking for a punching bag."

"That's downstairs in the gym," Ed answers with a soft smile. "After work I can um…well show you a few more things around here if you want? Unless you explore today on your own?"

"Today….right. Okay so I'm gonna really try hard to keep my bitterness from coming to the fore but trust me if you hear it come out in my tone…Ed it's not directed at you. I really do appreciate all this it's just that…" Donna confesses pauses near the end of her confession. "I just hate being in limbo."

"I would too. So tell you what…you just stick to whatever schedule you…well normally do and I'll do the same and that way we can hopefully avoid stepping on each other's toes. More like roommates if you like that better."

"Roommates…sounds so cold and we shouldn't have to walk on glass around each other."

"I just don't want you to feel…you know obligated to…"

"Play housewife?" She retorts with a small smirk. "Let's just take it a day at a time okay?"

"Okay," Ed replies simply as he takes a sip of his coffee and then looks at her in wonder. "What did Tom say about all this?"

"You mean when I told him we got married?" Donna answers back and Ed nods. "He said about time," she answers rather dryly and his lips offer a small smirk.

"Really."

"I guess our secret is not so secret anymore. I see Wordy was in favor of this."

"More than you know," Ed replies in truth. "He did laugh about me rushing past the dating process."

"Speaking of which…are we…still on for Saturday? You know our first offical date?"

"You still want to?"

"Well since I married my husband might as well take a night to get to know bit more about him," she answers lightly.

"Fair enough. But I…well I gotta warn you that I'm not the um…well the most overly romantic type, at least in planning stuff." Oh just confess now you suck at it, his brain jeers.

"So dinner at the burger barn is something I should get used to? Good thing I'm a meatitarian," she teases and his face softens; not wanting to add anything to further foster his nervousness. "But if it makes you feel better, how about I find a nice place and you pay? Deal?"

"Deal," he grins as he takes her hand in offering and holds it firmly, his eyes dropping down to the band of gold once more, her lips automatically rewarding him with a small smile as she looks at the matching one on his hand. "Okay should we go?"

"We should. Good thing I have a few breakfast bars…what are you going to eat?"

"Donna I'll be fine, really. I don't eat much for breakfast," Ed insists as they head for the door. But when he hears a small muttered remark in response, he can only look at her in amusement but add nothing further to his defense before he takes the bar and wolfs it down, garnering a giggle from his wife in return. The drive to SRU headquarters was once again spent with Donna looking over the employment sanctions and complaining, mostly to herself about how Ida Logan was still having the last laugh.

"Good morning to the Lane's," Tom greets them both with a smile; about to ask something about the wedding night when he's met with strained smiles in return.

"Morning. Spike, find anything yet?" Donna asks before Ed.

"You know I don't know to be honest," he answers with an uncertain tone and a small shrug. "He had to take a bit of a break overnight but will be in shortly. What's up for today?"

"I'll see you later," Donna tells Ed as she heads off with Tom, Wordy waiting to talk to his best friend.

Ed watches her go and then turns to his best friend who greets him with a wide grin. "What?" Ed asks in haste.

"You survived last night?" Wordy inquires as they head for the lockers.

"Barely," Ed groans.

"Wow that good huh? Details?"

"You know what…Wordy…" Ed sighs as Wordy smiles. "Okay fine, first she comes out of the shower in her bathrobe and then this morning she was doing a work out wearing…I tell ya I won't last until Saturday," he sighs as he pulls open his locker, his ears picking up Wordy's soft chuckle. "You have something to say?"

"Welcome to married life my friend. Start getting used to that and a lot more."

"Wordy this is temporary…like roommates or something," Ed shrugs as he looks at Wordy with a frown.

"You're already thinking divorce?"

"No. Trust me I don't want that, but..."

"Then relax okay. I know she's not either. But seriously…how was last night?"

"Rough on her as was to be expected. I didn't know whether to offer my shoulder or find her a gun," Ed smirks. "The shoulder won out in the end and that was it. I felt useless but…I mean damn Wordy I helped create some of this mess by not thinking all this through, how could I not feel guilty? I just don't know what to do or what to say to help or get my ass rightly kicked. I don't know how well this living together thing is gonna work."

"First off take some pressure off yourself for this…did Donna blame you for any of that?"

"No, but…"

"Right, no buts," Wordy smiles. "Ed you said it yourself…you were out of time and this was the only legal way to save her life in that timeframe. If she got on that plane she'd be dead and we all know that. Now in the eyes of the law she had two choices…"

"But we should have…"

"Again with the buts…how does your wife put up with this side of you?"

"Oh funny, you just like it that you are finally able to say that," Ed huffs.

"Well I have listened to you say it long enough, now it's my turn," Wordy states triumphantly. "By the way Shelly said it's great for you two and wants to have a couples date – finally."

"What? You told her?"

"Course I did, we have no secrets. Plus much like me, I knew she'd be on your side with all this. Now when it comes to planning, I only live my life, she runs it. You'll learn what that's like," Wordy teases as he looks at Ed's frown.

"Learn...what its like?"

"Trust me Ed, you know as well as I do that even if there were to end tomorrow, you wouldn't be rushing to file divorce papers."

Ed looks at his friend and knows he has no verbal comeback. This is where he, in truth wanted to be, married to the woman he is falling in love with. But how could he explain that his rash actions might have hindered that? Was that even true? "Wordy..." Ed starts in a strained tone.

"Stop stressing will you? So you rushed things. She's alive and the teams are behind you."

"And now I have a target on my back and she's stuck doing nothing. Maybe we'll just kill each other and save Ida the trouble."

"Now you're being silly," Wordy retorts with an eye roll.

"I guess I just don't want her to feel obligated about sex. So when Saturday comes…"

"Why Saturday?"

"Our first official date."

"You've planned your first sex ni…" Wordy starts to snicker.

"No…" Ed groans as Sam enters.

"Whoa sex talk, good timing Sam," Sam teases as he enters. "Hey Ed, got any…you know pointers you can share?"

"No," Ed answers pointedly; Wordy laughing as he pulls open his locker.

"Really? No moves you care to share fearless team leader? I mean Wordy's fresh out."

"Hey," Wordy sputters in his defense. "Who do you think taught Eddie here his x-rated moves?"

"You know what…you're both askin' for it," Ed glares at Sam as both he and Wordy laugh.

"Gives new meaning to the phrase..."

"Sam, don't even go there," Ed warns.

"Oh yeah…today is gonna be fun," Wordy teases Ed with a pat on the back, as they finish dressing for the day and head back toward the open common area.

"Okay I gotta catch up with Spike and I'll see you in the meeting room," Ed tells Wordy as he goes in search of Spike, being intercepted by Greg. "Boss, is Spike in yet?"

"Not yet Eddie…he was here until about midnight and then I told him to go home and get some sleep. My friend he just needed a rest but you know he'll be back on this today. You look kinda tired yourself. Rough night?"

"More so for Donna than me," Ed frowns as he looks around and then back at Greg in anxiety. "I hate being behind the eight ball like this."

"I know you do," Greg acknowledges. "You gonna be able to concentrate today?"

"I'm not takin' the truck," Ed insists.

"Okay but you sure…"

"The job isn't affected right? Except that maybe Ida Logan will have a surprise waiting," Ed groans as he turns away. "Any news on her whereabouts?"

"The security footage at the airports was scanned and no one matching Ida's description was seen getting on a commercial plane."

"So she's still here."

"Or she flew private."

"Boss your guess?"

"She's still here," Greg confirms. "Now I'm not about to suspend you for your own good but we do need to be a bit more cautious."

"She's after Donna, she needs the extra…"

"Donna's here behind a desk, so unless we get a new supply of staplers from Ireland I doubt we have to worry about bombs. You on the other hand foiled her plan; don't think she'll just let that go and pat you on the back for taking away her fun. She's devious and has a lot of means at her disposal."

"Right," Ed grumbles as they turn and head for the team one meeting room.

"Okay team. No Spike today as he's working on getting this whole problem for Donna fixed and restoring her current legal status. No hot calls right now, means we'll start patrolling. If we do get a hot call and need back up, I'll also call team three. And since they're a man down we'll return the favor if necessary," Greg explains. "Everyone clear?"

"Copy that," Ed offers quietly as Greg tells them a few more things and they finally disperse, Greg going in search of Spike, Sam and Jules and Ed and Wordy heading for their assignments.

About two hours into their uneventful patrolling, Wordy looks over at Ed as he scribbles down a few words and frowns. "What's that…eggs, milk...? You planning to make a belated wedding cake?"

"Very funny. Its a grocery list if you must know," Ed groans as he looks up and purses his lips. "My wife noticed that my fridge was empty and I don't expect her to buy everything to keep us fed."

"So you're actually gonna try cooking? Do I warn her now or later?"

"I can cook a few things," Ed retorts in his defense.

"Burnt grilled cheese every night doesn't count," Wordy teases his friend.

"Okay fine so I don't get to come home to gourmet meals every night like you. But figured it would be nice to you know…try…give her a break for…seriously how long will this last?" Ed ends by looking out the window with a groan and Wordy just shaking his head. "What?"

"Well you were planning on getting married someday right?"

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you'd need to learn to cook someday so why not start early. Tell her its your wedding gift."

"Cooking...for...Dummies," Ed writes down on his paper and Wordy laughs as he turns the corner. They continue to patrol the block a bit when they get a call that someone has called in a disturbance of two guys arguing and one of them possibly waving a gun.

"We're here…we'll check it out Winnie," Ed replies over the head set so the rest of the team can hear. Wordy heads into the back alley where the call was said to have originated. But as soon as he turns the corner both of them see two teens arguing and then starting to shove each other and immediately stops the truck and both he and Ed get out to go investigate.

"Hands where we can see them!" Ed shouts and both of them stop and raise their hands. "Where's the gun?" He inquires and both of them trade surprised glances.

"We don't have a gun."

"What's going on here then?" Ed asks gruffly.

"He pushed our friend down a shaft…"

"I did not…he did!" The other argues back.

"Where is your friend?" Ed asks in haste.

"Over there…see stupid now the cops are here!"

"Told you we shouldn't have gone in there!"

"You said it was okay!"

"Liar!"

"Hey…break it up already," Wordy growls as he steps between the two kids and pushes them apart, about to call for backup. "We got a call about someone waving a gun."

"I was waving my phone...like this," one of them huffs as he pulls his phone and repeats the gesture he was doing earlier; distracting Wordy from fully watching Ed.

Ed nears the building slated for demolition and squints into the darkness below. "Hello? Anyone down there?"

"Help me…" a weak voice is heard and Ed looks up at Wordy and nods.

"I hear the kid!" Ed calls out.

"Ed, wait for…backup," Wordy starts as the two teens start up the scuffle again. "Hold on you two!"

"Help…me."

"No time," Ed states as he hears the faint call once more. "Hold on I'm comin' for ya!" Ed shouts as he pulls his small flashlight and looks down, seeing what appears to be a body in the water and then looking around the shaft for a foothold and then taking the chance to enter and climb down. "He's face down in the water; no one else around."

"Ed, wait…" Wordy tries once more, turning his back on the two teens. But as soon as he does he feels them both give him a firm push in the back, sending him forward into the truck while they take off. "Hey come back here!" Wordy shouts as he chases a few meters and then stops as they disappear around a corner, his brain yelling at him to go back and help Ed.

"Where is my backup?" Wordy merely shouts into his radio as he nears the opening, watching the top of Ed's head finally disappear. "Ed…you should wait…"

"Wordy it's a kid! They are face down and there's water down there and…here hold on a second," Ed grunts as he offers his hand to Wordy as he tries to get a better grasp on the somewhat slippery shaft.

"Ed wait here, I'm gonna get the rope."

"Get the rope and I'll climb down," Ed suggests as he starts to pull his hand out of Wordy's grasp. "I got…" he starts only to feel the area round him starting to shake. "What the hell…" Ed curses as his hands reach out and grasp two of the rotting wooden boards. "Wordy…what's…"

"Sounds like an excav…hold on…I got…"

"Wordy I'm slipping. Grab the vest!" Ed orders just as the vibrations get louder; the word disintegrating in his fingers. "Wordy!"

"Ed!" Wordy shouts at the same time as his partner, before he watches in horror as his grasp on Ed is lost and his best friend plunges into the murky depths below. "Ed!"

"I need help!" Wordy shouts into his radio as he quickly stands up and races back to the truck, turning to see in horror as a large wrecking caterpillar was about to bury his friend – alive. "STOP!"

"Wordy. What's going on?" Greg's anxious voice is heard over the headset.

"Ed's about to be buried alive!" Wordy shouts, drawing not only wondering glances from Sam and Jules but also Greg, Donna and Tom back at the barn.

"WHAT?" All voices offer in unison.

"Wordy where are you?" Sam asks in haste.

"Lock onto my GPS! Hey! Stop that thing…SRU! Hey stop that!" Wordy shouts as he races toward the large machine, frantically waving at the driver to stop; the site Supervisor hurrying in Wordy's direction as two uniformed cruisers finally pull up.

"What's the problem officer?" The Supervisor asks in haste.

"Don't turn that thing back on until I tell you."

"What is…" the supervisor tries again only to have Wordy turn and rush back toward Ed.

"Ed!"

"You mean there is someone down there?" The supervisor asks in shock.

"Yeah my partner."

"Mitch! Get some help!"

Thankfully for Ed he was able to soften his landing by grabbing a nearby cable before plunging perhaps headfirst onto the jagged bottom that was blanketed by a foot of dirty water, disguising some deadly pieces of cement and rebar. However, his actions weren't to be without physical repercussions. Ed's body slams into the side of the shaft, his weight and the overhead vibrations ensuring that nothing held and he crashes down into the water, landing on his palms and knees, his lips offering an immediate curse as debris rains down around him.

"Hey…kid…" Ed breaths raggedly, wincing as shooting pains start to resound throughout his frame. He quickly looks around for his flashlight and finds it, frantically looking around for the kid he had thought he was going to help. But fate was about to show the headstrong SRU team leader just what kind of opponent he was dealing with.

"Got…you…" he states with a small intake of air as his fingers reach out and pull a still figure toward him. "Hey kid…can you…" Ed starts and then stops. For as soon as he turns the figure over he notices that it's a plastic dummy with a tape recorder taped to the chest; not an actual human being. "Help…me…" the voice is heard and Ed calls out in anger. "Son of a bitch!" Ed curses angrily.

"Ed! What's going on?"

"Wordy…there's no kid," Ed's somewhat ragged voice is heard. "Get some rope and get me…"

"The firefigh…"

"Just get the damn rope!" Ed orders in frustration, mad at himself for falling so easily victim to a stupid prank.

"Eddie you okay?" Greg's tone resounds through his headset at the same time.

"Fine boss…it was a hoax, a damn hoax!" Ed curses as he slowly tries to straighten up, biting back a painful wince and gasp at the same time and feeling the dirty water cruelly mixing with blood and dirt from the cuts to his leg and side that he sustained in the fall. He listens to Wordy shouting some directions as he hears footsteps hurrying toward him overhead.

"Medics are on their way!"

"Where are the two kids that set this up?" Ed calls up as he looks around the darkened shaft, his eyes narrowing at a few objects that he could have hit that would have dealt him a possible fatal injury.

"They took off," Wordy calls down just as Sam and Jules pull up the same time as the first fire truck. "Okay help is here. Hold on a sec."

Ed shoves the tape recorder into his vest pocket and winces once more as he wipes some gathering dirt off a cut to his side, cursing himself as his gloved hand pushes a few more bits further into the wound. He looks up to see Sam and Wordy hovering over the shaft opening and watches as the rope is lowered.

"Any broken ribs or anything?"

"No I'm fine…just get me out of here," he growls in anger.

"Yeah…working on that now," Wordy answers in exasperation as he nods to Sam who motions to the workers to stand back and let the police and firefighters help extract one of their own. Wordy leaves Sam to help Ed and heads for the site supervisor.

"OKay what happened? Did you check this site before starting?"

"Yes we did when we first came this morning. The site was clear and we…officer I swear I didn't see or hear you pull up in the back. Were your sirens on?"

"No. And you have no one watching the back here?"

"We do…where the hell is Russell? Someone find Russell for me! Get him here now!"

"And the shaft?"

"It was clear you hafta believe me. I'll find…look we got an email this morning saying the site was cleared a day early and to start at ten. We were supposed to start tomorrow but as you know time is money," the site supervisor shrugs. "Trust me officer I swear I didn't know you had a man down there."

"Did you see two kids playing around here earlier?"

"No. You mean there were…kids in there also?" He asks weakly.

"They left. Thank you," Wordy nods as he heads back toward Ed and watches as his damp, somewhat battered and angry best friend is pulled clear. "Boss this…"

"Yeah I heard all that Wordy. Spike is working on that emailed order, but I have a bad feeling about this. An abandonded shaft? A dummy kid as bait? A missing worker?"

"You think that Ida Logan could have set this up?"

"She's already wiped out one persons legal citizenship; a phony email and a well-paid foreman or a dead one would be nothing."

"But boss, how would she know that we'd be here…unless she just wanted any cops to…"

"No, I'm thinking this was a personal target and she knew exactly who would go down that shaft. I mean it's not like it's uncommon knowledge that Ed has saved many a kid in his day. Anyone studying Ed Lane as their opponent would learn that he's weakness is kids in trouble and exploit it."

"But who made the call? And how'd she know that Ed and I would answer? Or that we'd even be on this side of the city? Maybe she's tracking the trucks?"

"I'll get Spike to sweep our team one meeting room and then check the GPS on the trucks. I'll get back to you all later with some solid answers. We have too many questions right now. How's Eddie?"

"Angry and…wet. Bad combo," Wordy answers as he watches Ed push past a medic. "Lucky me," Wordy groans as Ed nears him. "You need to get checked out."

"Later. What happened?"

"A missing worker and an email confirmation telling them to get started by ten; Spike's working on the origin of the email. Okay so not to cause alarm but the boss thinks that maybe our meeting room is bugged."

"Ida Logan did this," Ed grumbles.

"You really think she set all this up? And for you?" Sam asks in surprise. "That's a big gamble."

"She's got deep pockets," Ed growls, biting back a wince. "And before anyone asks I'm fine."

"Ed, you at least need a tetanus shot," Jules reminds him as he flicks a small piece of debris off his wet vest. "And some dry clothes."

"We're behind the eight ball and we hafta change the game," Ed reminds the team. "Starting now."

"And you need to change that uniform," Wordy reminds him softly as Ed's thigh starts to burn and he knows he has to get it fixed.

Ed looks at his team and knows he's on the losing end of a short battle and finally nods in resignation before he pulls out the tape recorder and hands it to Wordy. "Here's the kid!"

"Son of a b…" Wordy's curse trails off as he presses play and the four of them listen to the helpless childish cries. "If this was her idea of making a point I think we all got it."

"Yeah a deadly point. If this is confirmed it's her."

"Well if it is, we all know Ida Logan isn't afraid to play dirty but this was cutting it too close. Narrow margin doesn't even begin to label this call," Jules offers as the three of them watch Ed curse before slowly heading toward the waiting ambulance.

"Yeah and what about next time?" Sam asks angrily.

"We better find her before there is a next time," Wordy adds as he watches Ed slowly ease himself down onto the stretcher to have the dirty cuts tended to; locking a tormented gaze with his best friend for a few seconds. "Because if she's allowed another chance at Ed or Donna or even any of us – what do you think the odds are we'll get as lucky as this time?"

A/N: Okay so Ida is gonna slowly up the danger stakes that will add to the new marital tension for our couple. So what will night #2 be like? Are tensions gonna subside or will this cause further strain? Will Ida be happy she failed this time? What else does she have up her sleeve? Hope you are all still liking this and please do review before you go and thanks in advance!

PS: My muse Alice and I are working on an Ed/Wordy eppy based OS and then Eye for an Eye will update (hope you all liked the last update)