A/N:All of the chapters have been edited, not many major changes but a few things added you should check out. Sorry that it's been a while between updates but things have been a bit crazy lately. Here Roxanne tells the team ALL about her past. Enjoy.
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Chapter 5: Roxanne's past
Recap:
"I'll start from the beginning I suppose." Roxanne said running a hand through her hair. "I'm originally from Fort Collins Colorado. My dad was Robert Stryker and a General in the army, my mom was Meghan Stryker, and I had a Little brother named Patrick Stryker, he was three years younger than I am."
"I noticed zat you are using ze past tense ven referring to your family. Did something happen to zem?" Johan asked leaning forward. Roxanne closed her eye and looked down taking a deep breath. She exhaled and looked up her eyes reflecting an intense pain and sadness, and that pain and sadness was clear in her voice with her next words.
"Both of my parents and my little brother were killed when I was eight years old."
A stunned silence filled the room as everyone felt the weight of that one statement settle over them. Abe placed a comforting hand on Roxanne's shoulder, something he found he was doing quite often but didn't mind. Suddenly the library's golden door opened revealing not a person but a small object that flew through the air and landed in Roxanne's outstretched hand. Abe recognized it as the photo of Roxanne and her family that he had seen the night before; she had used her ability to manipulate metal to summon it. The golden doors swung shut and Roxanne began to speak again.
"Dad was on leave for a while so we took a small vacation together before he had to go overseas again. This picture was taken during that trip; we were at Routt National Forest." At this she passed the picture to Abe gesturing for him to pass it to the others. "We all loved to go camping; dad would show us survival skills, mom would point out different plants, I didn't have to hide my powers because we were so far away from civilization, and Pat just loved to be outside. The trip ended and we went back home. While driving home our truck was blindsided by a semi. We were thrown over the guard rail and rolled down a hill. My powers kicked in and things were moving too fast for me to notice the metal of the car and the ground were moving in a way to keep me safe with the impacts, but while my powers kept me from getting mortally injured they didn't do the same for my family. Ambulances were called and we were all rushed to the hospital, the semi that hit us drove off, people who saw the wreck said it had something like D-tech. or D-corp. written on the side, but the truck was never found. When I regained consciousness in the hospital I had only slight injuries and could be discharged, but everyone else couldn't. My parents and brother had such extensive injuries that they were not expected to live longer than a few days. Patrick died first, on the day I woke up. Mom next, two days later and dad was a fighter; he lasted a week. None of them ever regained consciousness but I was there with each of them in their final moments anyway, telling them I loved them, that I would never forget them and holding their hands." Roxanne had leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees and her eyes trained on the floor in front of her when Abe spoke.
"I'm so sorry Roxanne." He said giving her shoulder a squeeze.
"If you were hit by a semi and your family died in the hospital then they weren't killed so much as in an accident right?" Liz asked.
"No, but I'll explain that later." Roxanne said. She then sat up straight and began again.
"After my family died I was an orphan with no one, my grandparents were dead and my parents were only children so I was and still am the only member of my family left. That's when I met a tall man with dark hair and black eyes named Dr. Daemon Dolore who my parents claimed as my legal guardian if anything happened to them. Apparently he was in the army with my dad as a medic and was a close friend of my parents-which was odd considering I'd never met the man before- but I was too upset at the time to care who was being saddled with me. Both of my parents were from Bridgeport Connecticut so they, along with my little brother were buried there. Dolore and I stayed for the funeral, it was dark and cloudy out, odd for summer but it seemed fitting. Dolore wanted to leave right after the service but I refused to leave until I saw everyone put into the ground and covered. While I stood there Dolore came up, placed a hand on my shoulder and began to speak.
"He talked about what a shame it was that this had happened to my parents and brother because of that one driver being careless, and that sadly many people died each day in similar and worse ways than this because of the carelessness of others or for no good reason. He continued to tell me about how the world was so corrupt and unfair. He said he wanted to change the world for the better to prevent people from having to go through this type of thing, how he had a plan of how to do so but he needed help. He began to paint the most wonderful pictures in my mind; of a world where there was no senseless violence, everyone got along, no one was poor or homeless, the wilderness was preserved not destroyed, everyone was happy and people died of old age, not the way my family did. He said that he planned to make this world a reality by gathering a group of very special people, training them into soldiers and using them to help the world and turn it into the better place he imagined, they would be the protectors of the world, but he needed people to join him first.
"He then knelt down in front of me and said that he wanted me to be the first to join him, and asked if I would. I was an impressionable eight year old who had just lost her entire world, so I accepted his offer immediately. He then told me he knew about my powers. At the time I had little to no control of my powers and he said he could help me master them, but he would have to do experiments on me to make my powers develop faster than normal and so that he could try and see what their extent was. Again I agreed. He took me to Montana where he had an extremely large facility in a very remote area set up to start his plan. Though I was the first to join him, Dolore already had a full staff set up. He funded everything through a multi-billion dollar business he had called DD-Industries. They were mostly a military tactical equipment supplier but there were other small branches too. At first when I arrived at the base I couldn't believe it, I was going to become a protector of the people, I would not only save lives, but eventually the world. I wanted to make sure that nothing like what happened to me happened to anyone again, so I threw myself into the training program Dolore established. Firearms, strategy, military tactics and commands, survival, explosives, agility, speed, strength, endurance, different types of martial arts, I learned it all. Soon after that others began to show up, all between the ages of three and sixteen and all of them were orphans and had some type of gift or power. Soon we had so many that a type of identification had to be established. So the uniforms and the tattoos were introduced along with a proper name for us. Dolore named us Consulere, the protectors and the facility was just referred to as The Base. When someone entered The Base they were given a serial number as an ID, the serial number was then tattooed onto the underside of their left bicep with a special ink Dolore invented. Everyone's tattoo is different, and there is something in it that gives off a sensation in the skin when someone else with the tattoo is close, so as to minimize friendly fire and injuries from team mates during missions. My serial number is six zeros followed by a one because I was the first to join Dolore." She extended her arm for everyone to see the tattoo.
"Vat does ze rest of ze tattoo mean?" Johan asked.
"I'll get to that in a minute." Roxanne said. "As I trained Dolore experimented on me. He would use many different methods; chemicals, physical tests, mental evaluations, electronic stimulation, all methods were extremely painful. He soon began to experiment on everyone; the two most common methods were also the most painful. The first was injecting us with a chemical he invented called potestatemfabricatororbuilder of power in English. When given it is injected through an IV and it stimulates the part of the brain that controlled our powers and give us better control of them. Then there was a crystal he discovered namedfurempotestate or thief of powerin English, but everyone else just called it leach crystal because it sucks the strength out of someone, and if they have powers then it takes both their strength and their power and stores what it's taken in itself. The test subject would be able to regain their strength and powers fairly quickly but it hurt like hell. When we found out I could heal, wounds being inflicted to see how they would heal under specific conditions became another part of the experimentation done on me." She said gesturing to the scars on her arms.
"I soon mastered every type of training thrown at me and began to train the others. I specialized in close quarters combat, firearms, explosives, and tactical driving. There was a high honor at The Base, being awarded the rank of Master Soldier. Being a Master Soldier meant you were the best of the best soldiers, you excelled at everything you were taught, you followed orders to the letter but could improvise when needed, you were truly the perfect soldier. Master Soldiers were allowed special privileges; they attended meetings, went on missions, everyone strived to be a Master Soldier but no one had been awarded the title. Dolore had watched my progress and at age twelve I was made the first of the Master Soldiers or MS's." She then pointed to the two swords angled to form an Mon her tattoo.
"Each time you reach a certain achievement something is added to your tattoo or your uniform. This is the mark of the master soldier. At thirteen I was made the head of the Explosives, transportation and weapons departments. By this point others had joined me as an MS and we had our own division completely composed of Master soldiers; division ten." She then pointed to the Roman numeralXunder the swords.
"Since I was the first MS I was the leader of them all. That's why the ten is filled in black, if I was just another soldier in the division then it would be just the outline. The number filled in means that you are the leader of whatever number division is on your arm, if not then it's just the division you're in. I lead my division on missions from Dolore where we would go and scout out gangs, we would go to labs and take things that were being used or invented with the intent to cause harm to the world and its population, we dealt with monsters that were deemed threats to the world. We did whatever we were instructed to do. We were the hero's of The Base. Only later did I see the irony in the fact that a facility of soldiers, using a military tactical equipment producer as a front were trying to save the world. After I was put in charge of my division Dolore began to recruit monsters to help with his plan. They weren't trained formally like us, they were sent on missions as added muscle or to be used as tools. That should have been my first warning that things were going wrong. On my fifteenth birthday Dolore made me his second in command, and the High Commander of The Base." She then pointed to the thick black circle around the tattoo.
"A circle with a thin line is used for any normal soldier, the outline of a thick circle means that person is in a position of power, but the filled in black line means that that I am in charge of all the soldiers and second only to Dr. Dolore himself. I was allowed unlimited access to anything I wanted; files, tech, plans, equipment, I had it all and was helping the world, I couldn't have been happier. But then Dolore and I began to disagree on tactics to use during missions. He began to use "by whatever means necessary" tactics, even if that meant killing the innocent, while I wanted to use a stealth tactic with little to no casualties. We began to argue more often and I began to notice that he often wanted to do thing that went against what everyone in The Base was taught. Soon after he began to change the way The Base was ran as well. People were being suspected of treason and killed immediately, capital punish was given out without any form of trial, the superior officers started act like the masters of the soldiers instead of their leaders, and experimentation was used as a form of torture, not research. Everything just seemed to become the complete opposite of what it was supposed to be. So I began to do a bit of file snooping. I found that the rules and codes we were taught to live by were hardly ever followed. I began to check records and saw that Dolore had been killing innocents from the very beginning and in large numbers too. I couldn't believe any of it.
"I spent the next few weeks digging and the further I dug the clearer things became; the experimentation on the soldiers was torture, not research. The chemical we were injected with didn't help our powers develop, it was a saline solution mixed with a type of mild sedative he created to keep us all in line. The leach crystals weren't used to help us, Dolore used them to gather our powers so he could try and give them to himself. The "special ink" In the tattoos had a chemical that soaked through the skin and mixed with the blood so that when the saline solution we were given comes into contact with it Dolore is given a type of control of us. I found out that He didn't want to save the world; he wanted to take it over and put himself at the top as some sort of multi-powered dictator with an army of highly skilled mercenaries backing him! Because that what we were, not protectors of the new world, but the brainless army of a wannabe tyrant. The technology I had invented was not being uses as I intended it to be; the explosive I made to help miners was being used to break into buildings, the safety features I made for vehicles were being twisted and put on Dolore's war machines! One of the bigger secrets he had kept from everyone was that he had a power as well. He was just like the crystals he created, he could leach power, and strength from people and often did it to the soldiers without them noticing!" By this point Roxanne was getting angry.
"So He really went from being a saint to the scum of the earth in your eyes didn't he kid?" Hellboy asked.
"Even lower that the scum of the earth." Roxanne growled. "But soon after that I found out he had done something even worse. As I searched the records I came across a file with the date of the car accident that resulted in the death of my family, and my name on it. I looked in it and found out Dolore knew who was driving the truck that threw my families car over the rail that day because it was a DD-Industries truck! It wasn't one of the company truck drivers in it either, oh no, he had one of the people on his facility payroll driving it. I found out Dolore was never in the army, he never knew my parents, and he wasn't supposed to be my guardian! He forged all of the papers and lied about everything. Now why did he do this? He found out about my powers and decided I could be used to help him with his stupid goal. So he had one of his men crash into my parents car while we were all in it giving us injuries so bad that we had to go to the hospital, he then planted fake doctors in the hospital and had them give my parents and little brother a type of untraceable poison that would kill them all in a matter of days. He killed the only people in my life that mattered and destroyed my entire world! And for what? Him being able to start up his stupid little army!" Roxanne was seething by this point and Abe could see tears brimming in her eyes. He reached over and gently placed his left hand over her right. She flipped her hand over and grabbed onto his gripping him like he was her lifeline to this world. Suddenly the tears disappeared before they could spill over but the grip on his hand did not.
"So I checked everyone else's files and found similar stories. Most of their families died with Dolore appointed as their guardian, others were adopted, and some were just homeless and alone found wandering the streets before being brought there. All of them were lied to. So I decided I was going to escape. The first thing I needed to do was stop taking the power stimulant. Since I was second in command Dolore trusted me enough to let me give myself the power stimulant in my room. He would give me the daily dose; I would dump it down the toilet and return an empty bag. After that I spent the next few months devising methods of getting out and I finally developed one that was fool proof, but I decided I would stay a bit longer and raise some hell from the inside.
"I began interfering with mission plans, blueprints, and other key files began to disappear, machinery malfunction, I did whatever I could to mess with Dolore, but I did it so discretely that he never noticed someone was intentionally sabotaging him. Soon his entire system became so chaotic that he couldn't fix it. When I was sixteen almost seventeen I decided it was time for me to leave but in order to get out I would need a distraction, so I figured; why not kill two birds with one stone. The day I planned my escape I packed a bag of belongings and set my plan in motion. I went into all of the Labs, factories, filing rooms, and the other central parts of The Base to perform a "surprise inspection," but what I was really doing was planting the new explosives I developed. They're small but very powerful devices that completely disintegrate upon detonation so they can't be traced. I waited until night so that no one would get caught in the blast and activated them, within thirty seconds year's and year's worth of research, data, weapons, plans and machinery were either destroyed or up in flames. While everyone was attending to the explosions and fires I commandeered one of the facilities vehicles and made my leave. I was finally free." By this point Roxanne had calmed down immensely but kept hold of Abe's hand.
"But you didn't have a place to go, or any money to pay for a hotel, food, and gas. How did you survive on your own for so long?" Abe asked not able to hold back his questions any longer. For the first time during the discussion Roxanne smiled.
"Now who said I had no money?" She asked with a sly grin. "I was a soldier for eight, almost nine years; do you really think I was an un-paid soldier? Oh no, thanks to Dolore's multi-billion dollar business so he was able to pay all of the soldiers. But to avoid alerting the government to our existence he paid us in cash. Though it wasn't an extravagantly large amount, saving up for eight years accumulates a lot of money. The first thing I did when I was out was buy some new clothes so I wouldn't stand out as much. Then I went back to Colorado and paid to get my Dad's bike out of impound. I had-"
"What bike?" Hellboy interrupted.
"My dad had a Harley Davidson Sportster 1200, so it was and is my Sportster now." Roxanne explained.
"Wait a minute!" Liz said. "Are you telling me that the people at the storage facility gave you-a sixteen years old girl-a motorcycle? That is so irresponsible!"
"Actually as far as they knew I was over eighteen."Roxanne said. "So I wouldn't get in trouble if stopped or pulled over when on a mission Dolore made me a few fake license's, I just used the one that said I was nineteen. So I paid for the Bike to be let out and I've been riding that ever since."
"If you still have the motorbike zen where iz it?" Johan asked.
"Right now it's sitting in the parking lot of the McDonalds in Danbury. I'll have to talk to Manning about going to get it." Roxanne told them. "But anyway, Dolore noticed immediately that I was gone and I'm guessing he put two and two together and figured I was the one who was messing everything up at The Base and set off the explosions because about a month later he started to send people after me in an attempt to bring me back. He started with soldiers but I was the best one that he ever had, plus I either trained or helped train all the soldiers so they weren't any challenge. He realized this and stopped sending them once I was around eighteen. He then began to mix and match different monster and soldiers in a hope one group could get me back but nothing worked. The past few months he's been sending out trolls, I think he's hoping that their brute strength will wear me down and then they'll be able to grab me. And as you guys saw that plan has been really successful." Roxanne said with sarcasm and a roll of her eyes.
"Oh yeah, I think they lasted about thirty seconds." Hellboy said with a grin. Roxanne shrugged before continuing.
"Though things were never very difficult everything became a lot easier once I turned eighteen. You see; I was able to fully access all of my families assets, and while my family wasn't rich we were pretty well off, and that added with the money I already had plus the…the life insurance on my parents and brother…well let's say I've never had a problem with money. Though he tried, Dolore can't get into my accounts and freeze my asset so he tracks me when I use my debit card so I never really use that, I'll withdraw large amounts of money every once in a while, he'll track me to that bank, then I'll disappear again. I've never stayed in one place too long so I only deal with Dolore's thugs every so often."
"If your run inz vith his men are so rare then vhy have ze attacks on civilians become so frequent?" Johan questioned.
"Dolore knew I'd be going back to Connecticut because I always do this time of year, and trolls aren't very smart so I guess they were attacking anyone who looked like me. They only reason they found me yesterday was because I had made a withdrawal earlier."
"Why do you always come to Connecticut this time of year?" Hellboy asked.
"I always have, it's been a habit since my parents died."
"Even when you were with Dolore?" Liz questioned.
"Yep, he trusted me so he would allow me to take small trips. I would never tell him exactly where I was going and I would always lose the people he sent to follow me secretly, so he still doesn't know where I'm going or what I do when here."
"What do you do when here?" Hellboy pressed further.
"Go to the beach, hike a bit, relax and unwind, that sort of thing I mostly stay by long Island Sound though." Roxanne said with a shrug. "Well there you have it, that's my story. Any more questions?" A few other questions were asked and while Roxanne was speaking with Liz Abe noticed Hellboy was grinning at him. He quickly entered Red's mind and gave the demon a questioning look.
Hey Blue, what's up with you and the Kid? Hellboy asked.
What do you mean? Abe responded.
I mean, do you like her?
Well yes, she's a very nice person.
No, no, no, I mean do you like like her? You know in a romantic way.
What would make you say that? Abe said avoiding the question.
You're holding her hand. Abe looked down and found that his hand was still clasped in Roxanne's. He blushed and looked away but didn't let go.
She was upset and I offered her my hand in an attempt to comfort her.
Well she's not upset any more, but you're still holding her hand. Hellboy pointed out.
It would be rude to let go so suddenly. Hellboy grinned and leaned back.
Suuuuure. Don't worry Blue your secrets safe with me.
There is no secret to be kept. Abe insisted.
Riiiiiiight. Abe then withdrew from Hellboy's mind but the demon continued to smirk at him.
"Miss. Stryker, earlier you mentioned a uniform, do you still have it?" Johan asked.
"Yes, I do." Roxanne said nodding. "And I'm guessing you would like to see it?"
Yes, but only if you don't mind." Liz said.
"No problem, I'll be right back." Roxanne stood up and only then did she seem to realize she was still holding Abe's hand. She blushed and let go, walking out of the room. The four in the library sat quietly while they waited for Roxanne to return. Over five minutes had passed but Roxanne still wasn't back.
"What's taking so long?" Hellboy complained.
"Calm down Red, I'm sure she'll be back soon." Abe said.
"Well she's taking forever." Hellboy muttered crossing his arms over his chest. Just then the door to the Library opened and Roxanne walked carrying a several folded articles of clothing. She then knelt down and laid the articles out on the floor.
There was a pair of grey dress pants with a black stripe going up each leg and gold stripes on either side of the black one. Above that she put a black tie with a white collared shirt that had a black C embroidered on both sides of the collar. Over that there was a grey military jacket with several gold stripes around each wrist and gold buttons going up the front. A gold and black cord wrapped under and around the right shoulder of the jacket, while a black leather belt went from the right shoulder to the left hip where it connected with another belt at the waist, and on the belt there was a hip holster for a handgun hanging of the right side. A name tag that said HCDR STRYKER was pinon the right lapel and Roxanne then placed a small bag of various ribbons and pins over the left lapel. On top of each shoulder was a silver eagle pin with two silver star pins on either side. The was a patch on the upper part of each arm that were exactly the same as her tattoo. She placed a pair of black leather gloves on the jacket and a grey bullion hat-that had the eagle and two stars on it; a gold band running along the base and two silver laurels running down each side of the visor-was placed above to the jacket.
"So I take it this is your formal uniform, not the one you trained in?" Abe asked.
"Correct, though this is my dress uniform it's also I would wear on a normal day. I left my training uniform at The Base when I left." Roxanne said.
"Did you only have one dress uniform and one training uniform?" Hellboy asked.
"No, I had multiple pairs of both; but I only took the one I was wearing with me when I left."
"Wait," Liz said. "Not only did you have only the clothes on your back when you left, but you went out and bought yourself new clothes in that?" She asked shocked. Roxanne shrugged.
"It was all I had. Actually people who saw me thought I was in the military so no one said anything about it, but I'm willing to bet the handgun helped with that. You should have seen their faces when I pulled up to the store though. I think they were expecting some kind of biker but when I climber off in my uniform and walked in, their expressions were priceless." Roxanne said grinning. Johan then spoke up for the first time since Roxanne reentered the room.
"Miss. Stryker, would you be so kind as to explain vat the different pieces of your uniform mean? I can't seem to figure it out." He told her.
"Of course." Was the response. Roxanne then began to point to the various features of the uniform. "The colors of The Base were grey, black and gold, so that's the color scheme of the uniforms. The C on the collar stands for Consulere, which, as I said was our name. Each gold stripe on the sleeves stands for a different skill that I mastered; the gold buttons mean I was a high ranking official. The cord means I was the leader of my division, while the belt is just a belt for where I used to carry a gun and a few pouches for other items. HCDR STRYKERon my name tag means High Commander Stryker. Each ribbon and pin is different form of personal achievement, records, high scores, completing certain tasks, that type of thing. The silver eagle is the sign of the High Commander, which means I was in charge of all the soldiers, and the two silver stars one either side of the eagle mean I was second in command. The patches on the arms mean the same as my tattoo and are a more visible ID. The gloves don't mean anything really, just that I was important enough to have them. The bullion is a type of hat reserved for very high ranking officials; most other soldiers wear black berets or grey Garrison caps. The eagle and stars on the Bullion you already know, the gold band means I also trained other soldiers, and the silver laurels mean I was a Master Soldier."
"That's very impressive Roxanne." Abe said.
"Thanks." Roxanne said with a smile. "Though I don't like the stupid thing much."
"Why not?" Red asked.
"Well, as you can imagine the time when I had to wear this wasn't a very happy time in my life." Roxanne explained. Everyone nodded.
"You said you used to have a gun, where is it?" Hellboy asked.
"I sold it when I was nineteen." Roxanne said.
"Why on earth would you get rid of a gun when you had people after you?" Red Demanded.
"I would constantly have to buy ammo for it and I didn't want to get caught roaming the country with a gun, beside I had my powers." Roxanne explained. Hellboy seemed to understand this.
"Thank you Roxanne for telling us all that." Liz said getting to her feet.
"No problem," Roxanne shrugged. "Besides you guys deserve to know the whole truth."
"But you still did not have to tell us all of zis. So thank you." Johan said.
"Like it said it's not a big deal." Roxanne assured.
"Well it's getting late so I'm going to bed. You coming Red?"
"Yeah I'll be there in a minute." Hellboy said as his girlfriend left the library.
"I vill be retiering now as vell." Johan said. "Gute Nacht everyone." He left the room as well. Roxanne then began to gather the pieces of her old uniform.
"Here let me help you." He said kneeling down to assist her.
"Thanks." Was the reply. Abe reached for the bag of pins and ribbons at the same time Roxanne did and his hand ended up on top of hers. When they touched Abe felt a jolt of electricity race up his arm, but he didn't remove his hand. Then blue eyes looked into green and Roxanne gave Abe a gentle smile.
"Ah-hem." Hellboy cleared his throat. Abe and Roxanne quickly withdrew their hands and Roxanne took the bag standing up.
"I'm going to go to bed. Night Abe, good Red." Roxanne said before leaving and going to her room. Once she was gone Hellboy turned to Abe.
"Hey Abe, I thought you couldn't smile." Hellboy said grinning.
"I can't." Abe said eyeing his adoptive brother suspiciously.
"Well it sure looked like you and Roxanne just shared a smile. I thought you said you don't like her." Hellboy teased.
"That's ridiculous." Abe protested."I can't smile, and even if I could, one smile doesn't mean I have romantic feelings for the person I smile at."
"You're right it doesn't, but the facts that you looked like you'd been electrocuted in a pleasant way when you touch her hand, left your hand on hers and then looked into her eyes like that does." Hellboy said. "Alright now let's hear your excuse; does she have secret electricity powers? Was your hand glued to hers temporarily? I know! she has mind control and made you look at her!" Abe tried to come up with something that would excuse and be believable his actions but found nothing.
"Be quite you big red monkey." He muttered before ascending the stairs and getting into his tank.
"That's what I thought." Hellboy said with a triumphant grin. "Don't worry brother Blue, I won't tell her." He then left the library leaving Abe to his thoughts.
A/N: so how was it? Sorry about it being a while but a bunch of stuff was happening at my school and in my family and it got to a point that if I tried to update then I would have killed off everyone (and I do mean everyone) via car bomb. Everyone is walking to the trash truck. Open door *BOOM* everyone dies immediately. And I don't think you guys want that. Wait…do you? Lol. Yeah so…review please!