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So, yeah, sorry about the lack of hero stuff in the previous chapter, I just needed to emphasise how close Rachel and Quinn have gotten so that what's coming up over the next few chapters between them isn't too obscure... Anyway, on with the chapter

Posted: 15/11/12

Power and Control

It didn't sicken her anymore, to watch the clip of the cars slamming into her own over and over again and to be able to see in the car, just a grey outline of her own body as it was jolted around in the collision. She leant back in her chair and closed her eyes as she thought back.

She heard the revving of engines from all around her, the blinding flare of the high beams from the car that was hurtling towards her head on at the intersection. She remembered feeling numb at first, with a ringing on her ears. The adrenaline must have dulled the pain as eh body was slumped against the steering wheel. Blood dripped down her forehead over her face clouding her vision, her body felt heavy, almost dead to her, but her ears heard the unmistakeable sound of the car doors opening and voices. The voices didn't sound concerned as they rushed round the car, taking things from the ground and leaving again. The voices commanded like the whole thing was a military mission.

She opened her eyes again, seeing the clip still on repeat. The other cars didn't have licence plate on them and the figures wore hoods there was no opportunity for facial recognition.

Rachel spun round in her seat to look over the suit behind her. The shiny silver suit stared back at her. She should use it, she could use it, she'd had enough practice but she felt it was time to actually use it. Maybe she should fly over the town again at night, this time have Fairchild scan systems below as she looked out for suspicious behaviour too. Or maybe she could use herself as bait. They didn't kill her but they intended too, that much she knew

Rachel checked her watch, of course she didn't realise the time, her dads had landed a couple of hours ago and would be home by now. They'd ended up staying longer than they planned which only annoyed Rachel further. She had planned on being home to meet and greet them, to ask them all about their trip and to be bitter about it. New York City; the place she dreamed of and yet she'd never been, pathetic wasn't it

But as usual time had dissipated in front of her. She stretched as she stood up, having sat in the chair too long "Fairchild?"

"Yes Miss"

"I'm heading home to see my dads. I'll be back later tonight"

"Do you want me to continue the search for the rest of the recording?"

"No, I think we should leave that, it's not getting us anywhere" She took her jacket of the wall peg next to her desk "But could you search the call records in that area that night?" the brunette asked as she slipped the black jacket on

"I already scanned them as you asked last week. I found locked"

Rachel sighed "yes sorry, I forgot we already hit that dead end" she had already thought of all the angles possible "Okay, for the heck of it, check out all repair shops in and surrounding Lima, their cars would have needed repairs, although I assume they made repairs themselves"

"Yes Miss. I assume you'll be visiting Miss Quinn too"

Rachel chuckled to herself. Perhaps she spoke to Fairchild too much, but it was nice having someone who had to listen to her, no matter what she rambled on about. She was also happy she had given Fairchild a variable programme, allowing her to have a slight opinion and mind. Of course that was only for matters that weren't life threatening or changing

"I might be... we normally hang out on a Saturday. After Puck picks up Beth Quinn could do with some company" Rachel explained as she grabbed her car keys and walked across the warehouse floor to her car parked in the corner.

"Very well, take care miss"

"Will do Fairchild, hold the fort"

...

Rachel pulled her Lexus onto the driveway next to her dads car "They're actually back then" she muttered sarcastically to herself. on the drive over she had wondered if instead of her fathers she'd be met with a voice mail telling her they'd extended their trip... again for another week.

She got out of her car and hit the button on the key locking it. As she walked up the path to the house she looked up at what had once been her home. It just wasn't the same anymore, she knew it was her fault, she'd alienated her fathers by spending her time on the suit and the thing in her chest. She was more at home at the base, she even felt more at home at Quinn's, probably because it didn't have a negative association like this house did.

Although lately Quinn hadn't been exactly the same, Rachel felt a some sort of distance between them and again she knew that was her fault for trying to give Quinn that check and invading her privacy by looking at her mail. Quinn hadn't sold her car, so she wasn't using the coupon Rachel had made for her. Rachel was tempted to just pay anything for Quinn anonymously but there was no way she could do that without Quinn knowing it was her and then getting mad at her. So Rachel decided to wait instead, Quinn would accept her help eventually, just hopefully before it was too late.

She finally freed her door keys that were tangled in the ripped lining in her pocket "Great" she sighed, another thing broken. She unlocked the door and stepped in. She found her parents bags abandoned by the door, only confirming again that they were home. She was about to call out that she was home but thought better of it, what if they were tired, even though it wasn't a very long flight, they might be sleeping.

She took her jacket off and hung it on the coat rack by the door before venturing further inside. She was about to creep upstairs to check on her dads, make sure they were okay when she heard murmuring coming from the study, she looked over to see the door was open, just enough for a slither of light to shine from the gap.

She thought nothing of it and went to welcome her dads home but he closer she got the clearer the voice became, she knew immediately it was her daddy Leroy. What concerned her was the harsh whisper he spoke with.

It was instinct, well instinct for this Rachel with life threatening/changing secrets, to press her back against the wall near the open side of the door and listen carefully.

"No... he was there, I have recorded notes of sightings... well the gaps fit what the news was saying about his whereabouts... I'm sure... I guess- Okay yes I will cross reference it, you don't have to start that again... I know... yes I know" he stressed the words even harder than he'd been stressing everything else he said already. "If that's what you want, I'll send a written report... Okay... well I don't know how to explain that... no leave her out of it" Rachel furrowed her brow "I swear to you she hasn't shown any of the signs... no... Because I'm not-..." she heard him sigh "Fine, Reverend; I swear on the name of William Stryker-"

"Stryker?" Rachel whispered to herself

"She is showing no signs... look I have to go... no I quit, I don't care what you say... you can't do that" he sounded panicked "No I didn't know..." his tone suddenly calmed "2 you say?... do you identities... I know of them... she doesn't... not anymore. I know that much... no I didn't know they- well I'm sure she doesn't either-"

"Oh hey baby girl, I thought I saw your car out front" The brunette was nearly startled out of her skin when her dad greeted her

She calmed herself and relaxed so she looked more casual "Hey, dad" she stepped away from the wall "How was your trip?" She asked as she took her dads hand and walked him to the kitchen. She knew once she asked that question she'd have trouble getting him to stop talking.

It didn't take the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach to tell her she didn't want Leroy knowing she listened in or that something suspicious was going on.

'William Stryker' she noted mentally as she pretended to listen to her dad's tales from their vacation. She'd have to look into it later.

...

Quinn would have to wait, Rachel couldn't believe she was thinking that but she had to know who this Stryker guy was. It was burning her to find out so she went back to her base that afternoon

As soon as she slammed her car door she was giving out orders as she marched her way across the brightly lit warehouse floor "Fairchild, I need you to run the name William Stryker"

"Yes Miss"

"Did you get any results on the last search I gave you?"

"No miss"

"As I expected" she sighed as she yanked her jacket off and slung it over the back of her chair. She didn't plan on staying too long.

"The name has been blocked from all searches" Rachel was surprised to get a hit before she'd even sat down

"It must be important, please hack it. I need to know"

"Of course miss, I'm hacking now. Though the blocking system is complex this may take some time" Fairchild informed her

"I need an answer, just do what you can. I'll check over some old records... I doubt you missed anything Fairchild, but it'll help pass the time" She felt the need to reassure her computer, although she wasn't sure why

"Of course Miss"

.

Rachel was awoken by the bleeping of the computer in front of her and the voice of Fairchild above her "Miss, I was unable to gain access to Stryker's own database but I have gained access to government files" the brunette looked up to the screen quickly but her eyes took a second to adjust. So they were breaking into government files now... maybe she should have a tweak with Fairchild later, make sure she runs that by her next time.

"It seems that Stryker was the founder and first leader of a group called the purifiers"

"Purifiers?" she read over the screen in front of her as Fairchild continued to speak

"The purifiers area group who wish to rid the world of mutants"

Rachel sat up straight in her seat, that wasn't something she'd expected to hear "Mutants? What the hell are mutants, is this a comic book idea or something"

"It appears not Miss, the purifiers initially intended to wipe out all mutants. The mutants appear to be a people with, technically, an abnormality in their genetic information; A mutation. But it's not like a disability, instead it gives them strange abilities. In my findings it does not appear the mutation gene is necessarily passed down. Also while searching the databases I found a former target of the Purifiers. A school located in Salem centre, New York, called Xavier's institute for higher learning, although it was formerly known as Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. It appears to be a boarding school for these young mutants"

"I-I don't understand" she just stared at the computer, with her brow furrowed as she tried to comprehend the information she'd been given

"Have I not made the information clear miss?"

"No, you have Fairchild, but it just doesn't make sense. This can't be real" she shook her head disbelieving "This is some kind of joke isn't it?"

"No, Miss, some of these records have been discussed by the government, and these are of the highest authority in the country"

"This- It just can't- How-" Each beginning of a sentence died in her throat "... oh I give up. Fairchild? What happened to Stryker and the purists?"

"Purifiers" Fairchild corrected "Stryker is assumed dead, his base and the damn it was formed with burst, it is believed he was killed. The purifiers still exist, worldwide, although specific numbers and locations aren't known"

"I heard my dad" her voice wavered "He was talking to someone, that's where I heard the name-"

"I read that they prey on people and use them to get information" the computer informed her, it was almost comforting

"Thank Fairchild... can you tell me more about these mutants? I need to try and understand this" It was a lot to get her head around

"Yes Miss..."

...

As soon as Rachel saw her friend the following Monday morning she was full of apologies. Time always ran away with her and Saturday had been no exception with the frightening information Fairchild had uncovered for her. So she never did make it to Quinn's that day, or even the next.

Quinn merely pointed out that she didn't need to worry, it's not like they hadn't seen each other for nearly two whole weeks over the holidays. That and the fact it wasn't a prearranged thing, for Rachel to visit her every Saturday once she was alone. Rachel did feel bad though for leaving her alone, especially as Quinn's act was hardly award winning, she did look a little hurt and disappointed.

At lunch time they were joined by two new faces, Tina and Mike. They asked to sit with Quinn Rachel and Puck at their table. Their admittance to the group was followed by various apologies which were quickly dismissed.

Rachel ignored the longing looks she still got from Finn, and the glare she was getting from Mercedes and Kurt for 'stealing' more of their group away, well they were pretty even now, with the two divas, Finn, the new guy Sam and Artie sitting there. It was ironic really, Rachel didn't know being socially distant could gain you company.

Other than that it was relatively quiet while they sat there.

.

Meanwhile out in the corridor Santana stood at her locker putting her bag away. She froze when she heard her name being said by an unmistakable voice behind her

"San"

The Latina then continued her routine; she slammed her locker shut and without even looking in the blonde's direction started storming down the mostly empty hallway

"San wait" she heard the sound of Brittany's shoes slapping the linoleum floor. She picked up her pace but Brittany was still close. The blonde grabbed the Latina's and tugged it to get Santana to stop.

The dark haired girl yanked her hand away as if in disgust "Don't" she started walking backwards but Brittany just pouted and kept closing the space between them

"You said you needed time to think" she said with watery blue eyes "But that was so long ago and you still won't talk to me"

"Just leave me alone Britt" she tried to push past her but as soon as Brittany had her hand wrapped round Santana's wrist, firmly this time, she stilled.

"Please, talk to me"

Santana glanced up and down the hallway, noticing a few stragglers who weren't were ever they wanted to be at lunch time. She led Brittany who was still attached to her wrist to an empty class room.

She removed Brittany from her wrist and stood further into the room with her back to the blonde "What do you want to talk about?"

She heard the door click shut before "You said you needed time to think"

"You already said that" The Latina folded her arms protectively as she heard Brittany approach her

"Well... you've had a long time... you said you wanted time, you kept away from me"

The Latina turned swiftly, fire in her eyes as she snapped "That didn't mean you could get together with wheels!"

"What?" the innocence in her voice deterred Santana's anger just a little "I'm not with Artie, if that's what you think" she spat, hurt too

Santana just bowed her head regretfully, for making the accusation "I though... I thought you were dating him"

"No, we're just friends. I needed someone to hang out with because we weren't anymore" she giggled lightly "Silly San. You were jealous" She sat down on one of the desks and let her feet swing freely like a child.

"I was not" Santana was about as convincing as a 5 year old with those arms crossed and that pout.

"No you were, I know" she told the other girl, with a teasing glint in her eye, before that turned to hopefulness "did you figure stuff out then?"

"Yeah I did" Santana shyly smiled as she wandered closer to the other girl "And, I didn't really need that much time, I just... I thought" her face grew more serious with her tone "Because I thought you were with... him I thought you weren't that interested in me-"

"I am" Brittany jumped in

"Good" Santana managed to smile again "Because... I really, I ah, I..." she trailed off with a heavy sigh as her eyes drift shut

Santana was nervous Brittany could tell as she looked up at the Latina standing in front of her. She enveloped her hands round Santana's making the dark haired girl look between them then back up to those blue eyes.

"I love you" she whimpered as a few tears escaped her reddening eyes

"I love you too" Brittany said like it was the easiest thing in the world. It made Santana huff a laugh at how simple Brittany could make or treat anything.

"I'm still scared though" The Latina admitted, as she still held Brittany's hands. That simple contact and support made her feel so much calmer; and made the moment lighter than she had first of all felt it would be. "I don't know how-"

"Why don't we start with a date?" Brittany suggested, still happily sat on the desk, looking up at the other girl. It was working out well as Santana kept ducking her head shyly

"But I don't know if I'm ready to be... out" she still kept her voice in an uncharacteristic weak whisper

"You want to keep it secret?"

Santana was confused, and not because Brittany was getting really smart at these things. She'd feared she'd try and explain her feelings without say the 3 specific words and would have completely lost Brittany forcing her to just come out and say it, but no Brittany had understood, and holding her hands, trying to look into her blue eyes had been comforting and helped her just tell Brittany.

Anyway Santana was confused by that last statement, or was it a question... that was the confusing part.

"I just... I'm not ready, to tell..." she looked towards the door as if finishing the sentence

Brittany understood, maybe not because she could felt exactly the same but she understood what Santana was feeling "Okay... but we could go on a date" Santana just nodded shyly "Breadsticks" and then she said the magic word that made Santana really smile

"Would tonight be too soon?" she asked with dark shiny eyes

"No, I'd love to go tonight"

"Okay, pick you up at 7?" she let Brittany's hands free and took a few steps back so Brittany could stand up

"Yeah" Brittany nodded eagerly

"Okay" Santana smiled with a little more confidence

"Can we go to lunch now?" Brittany whined

Santana breathed a short chuckle then offered her little finger for Brittany. The blonde happily hooked her own little finger round the Latina's before they left the classroom and headed towards the cafeteria.

They were barely halfway there when they heard voices, loud aggressive voices, down one of the corridors leading off the one they were walking down

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" that sounded like Puck

"Calm down dude" and that was Azimio "They're just losers"

"No one talks about my baby momma like that" Puck sneered

"Puck just leave it" the two Cheerios finally set eyes on the scene as they rounded the corner, to see two girls covered in slushy and two cups and a puddle of blue liquid on the floor. Mike and Tina stood by worried

Karofsky turned to the Asian couple and mohawked boy "This should teach you not to hang around with them, or you three will be next"

"You trying to threaten me? Cos I think we know how that ended last time" Puck stepped up threateningly to the darker skinned boy "Don't you ever threaten me, or my baby momma-"

"Puck" Quinn growled out lowly, hating that name

"- or our friends again" he was doing enough growling of his own to not hear her

"Or you'll do what Puckerman, you get chucked out and ever since you got her pregnant you turned over a new leaf" Azimio matched pucks stand, the boys standing puffed out chest to chest "You're not at the top Puckerman, we can do what we want to you and your little girlfr-" There was no way Puck was going to let him end that threat

Quicker than Azimio could count to 1 his front was pinned to the locker behind him, one of his arms pinned against his own back and Pucks muscular forearm being forced across the back of his neck. "Don't threaten me"

Karofsky went to help his friend when Mike leapt at him; he swept his raised fist away and delivered a lightning fast punch to his jaw. Karofsky was stunned and ended up slamming back into a locker before dropping to the floor

"Please Noah" Rachel asked, tugging at the hood of his sweat shirt

Tina cradled Mikes fist, he wasn't exactly used to punching people but he'd been quick to defend the others, which Tina was proud of.

Further up the corridor, the two Cheerios were still watching

"San?" Santana heard the blonde whimper next to her. No one deserved the slushy especially the ex head cheerio and Santana and Brittany's former friend. Also one more fight and Puck could get kicked out of school... and he had a kid he cared about, he needed a high school diploma so he didn't become a dead beat dad. Okay so Santana wasn't thinking precisely that, but she was thinking about who she was and what was right. She looked to Brittany and nodded in understanding.

"Don't you get it guy's they're losers, why the hell are you hanging around with them?" Karofsky explained from the floor as he held his hand over his jaw while his friend remained face pinned to the lockers.

"Okay, break it up" Santana strutted onto the scene with the girls he was going on a secret date with that evening. "Puck now" she said more forcefully, but kinda like she was talking to a dog.

The mohawked boy backed down, but reluctantly and only to turn on the head cheerleader "You should be standing up for them, Quinn was your friend"

"Cool it Puck, I'm about to lay down the law" she rolled her eyes at him, and his soft tough antics... if that was possible. "Now you two are to..."

"This is humiliating" Quinn muttered so only Rachel heard, even though she probably didn't mean for even her to hear

"Let's go clean up" Rachel muttered back as Santana started lecturing the two dim-witted football players. The slushied pair slipped away, noticed but un-noticed too, by their surrounding peers while they escaped to clean of the blue slushy before they were stained blue like Smurfs.

"I am the head bitch now, and what I says goes, ya got that" Santana was really something, with a scary look in her eye and some words she had backed a boy twice her size against the same locker Puck had crushed him against "And before you even try anything, remember, I know your little secret" she waggled a little finger to the side of face, making him glance at it briefly before gulping audibly. She took a step back letting him breathe while she looked to Karofsky with that evil glint in her eye "And Karofsky" he looked like he was already sweating "Got a girlfriend yet?"

The remaining three spectators looked on with furrowed brows; did that mean what they thought it meant?

"Slushy ban on Q, Berry and these three or your little secrets get spilled just like that" she snapped her fingers with the last word, and one thing that no one could have expected happened.

Santana caught it out of the corner of her eye, a little flame dancing on the tip of her index finger. In shock she immediately flicked her hand, as if to shake the fire off. It was gone so quickly Santana wondered if it had been there at all, or if it as her eyes playing tricks on her. She looked around at the others, they all held similar furrowed brows on their faces like the Latina's, which only worried her that what she saw was real

"Remember what I said" she snapped, verbally this time as she bolted down the hallway, Brittany chasing after her. She looked at her finger, inspecting it... no burn marks. What the hell had just happened?

...

Rachel was more than relieved when after the third shower the blue slushy was completely gone, though her skin on her face burned from the scrubbing

And now she could be thankful. She was out, several feet above her home town, flying round in a metal suit she'd made from refining scrap she'd got cheap at a scrap yard.

She was on a mission this time though, this was the beginning of the mission to find her attackers. After finding out about the existence of mutants (which still baffled her) she and Fairchild had continued the information search and hacking of the purifiers systems, they'd had a few successes and they seemed to be just enough to get a little bit of the whole planet sized picture.

They'd obtained photographic evidence of a group of them, and their uniform, a robe with an enlarged crucifix style cross adorned the front. When she saw that picture a memory unleashed itself in her mind, they were there at her accident.

She knew the purifiers were behind it, and with that she doubted her own father. She remembered every word she'd heard him say, and with what Fairchild had told her, she convinced herself he wasn't involved, he couldn't be. Not the same way they were. He was loving and protective. He quit, that's what he said.

And what if her mind was putting those images there, what if they weren't memories but the power of suggestion. She was so desperate to blame and hunt someone.

"Miss, I'm picking up on a phone call on one of the few Purifiers phones you told me to monitor"

"Can you patch it through so I can listen in?" she asked quickly

"Of course Miss" there was a pause and some disturbance before Fairchild spoke again "Miss, it appears I can only retrieve one side of the call"

"That's good enough" Rachel told the computer with a nervous excitement

The voice of a man she didn't recognise came to life by her ear

"Target acquired Reverend... yes same intersection as the last one... no Reverend we will not fail this time... Yes targets spotted... 2 teenage girls one Latina, one Caucasian Blonde... we'll contact you once we're finished here"

"I don't like the sound of this Fairchild. Do you think that could be where I was hit?"

"I've tapped into the traffic cam at that intersection, it appears two girl matching their description are approaching a red light"

"Shit, they're gonna do it again" Fairchild automatically bought up coordinates for Rachel to fly too. Flying around in the dark could get you a little disorientated.

As she approached the 4 way intersection she saw a car at each entering road and one behind Santana's car. She'd remember that car anywhere; it had already let her know which house was the Latina's.

She saw the two cars perpendicular to Santana's rev, so she boosted the boot thrusters even further to get to the ground quicker. She landed on one knee and a supporting hand smashing and crumbling the tarmac beneath her directly in front of Santana's car.

She quickly stood up, her back to the frightened passengers in the head Cheerio's car. She held her hands out on either side of her and activated the palm repulsors. With a high pitched charging noise then an exploding release she sent two repulsor blasts to the two charging cars.

The front ends exploded and the cars slid to a metal grinding and flame-y halt along the tarmac. She then aimed her had at the one heading to hit Santana head on and turned that one into another flaming wreck. She turned round swiftly to attack the car coming up behind the girls car.

Terrified Santana had other idea though, as soon as Rachel looked towards them she floored the gas pedal, sending her car into a smoking wheel spin before it darted forward

"Oh shit" she muttered to herself before she was hit by the car, leaving a prominent dent in the front no doubt. She felt herself get sucked under, feet first, hands last. The humming car was pressed above her while she heard the tarmac against her precious suit on her back. She managed to raise her arms levering the car off her. The car was front wheel drive so it continued forward while the back wheels were elevated, meaning Rachel was left in the road as the car was dragged away from her.

She sighed as she lay in the road, so far being a super hero was tough, and it was her first real day... or rather, night.

"Is it wise to let them go, Miss, when they could still be in trouble?"

"Good point, what would I do without you Fairchild" she groaned as she stood up. She may be wearing a modern sophisticated suit of armour but she could still feel her skin bruising.

"I'm sure you'd accomplish many things miss, although perhaps with much more trial and error"

"Thank you for your confidence" She muttered sarcastically as she hit the thrusters and shot up into the air "can you trace one of their cells, they're numbers are already in the system"

"Yes Miss"

It wasn't hard to spot the car she wanted to find, even with Fairchild tracing Brittany's phone, as it was the car swerving all over the road. Rachel imagined the steering bracket was damaged thanks to a metal girl hitting the front of it... that wasn't her fault though.

"Fairchild I've got another idea, call Brittany's cell phone, and patch me through"

"Yes Miss" the obedient servant quickly dialled

In the car the girl's hearts were racing like they never had before... and that was saying something. They'd enjoyed a nice dinner at Breadsticks, which included handholding... even if it was under a napkin, and now this, they'd been witness to an attack by a silver copy of Iron Man

When Brittany's cell rang, she seemed to calmly go to answer it

"What the hell Britt?"

"What?" the blonde asked innocently as she held the ringing cell in her hand "Ooh it's Rachel"

"What the hell are you gonna say to her?" The Latina asked frantically as she tried to keep control of her car "Hi Rach, we were nearly killed a second ago but-"

"Hi Rachel" Brittany said cheerily down the phone, ignoring what Santana had to say "What's up"

"I was wondering if you could put me on speaker"

"Oh sure. There you go you're on speaker" Santana was wide eyed as she stared out the windscreen ahead of her, thinking the blonde must really be mad, why would they want to talk to Rachel at a moment like this.

"Not really the time Berry" Santana ground out "You won't believe what just happened to us"

"Can't be as bad as getting hit by a car and dragged down the street after trying to save two teenage girl's ass's" they heard Rachel say sarcastically. And the sarcasm wasn't the weirdest part about that sentence.

"What?" Santana asked disbelieving as she shared a quick disbelieving look with the girl sat next to her

"Yeah, that metal thing you hit, who exploded the other cars, it's me" Rachel sounded like it wasn't very easy to breathe where she was right now, like she was in a tightly enclosed space

"I don't-"

"I know this is hard to understand, but I will explain if you just slow down your driving. Santana if I give you an address do you think you can get there in that wreck?"

"I'll try" yeah a truly scared Santana was willing to get any help

"Good, I'll have Fairchild text it to this cell after this call. I'll meet you there" they heard the call get disconnected and waited for the text

"San?" Brittany asked worried "What's going on?"

"I don't know Britt" she slowed the car at the next red light, more afraid than ever to suddenly be sitting at a red signal "... Who or what the hell is Fairchild?"

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