Author's Note: This chapter takes place during what would be the Mission: Power Struggle.

I do not own anything, Ninja Theory and Capcom does.

Chapter 5: Oh Brother Where Art Thou?

"I'm really starting to get tired of seeing your face." Vergil sneered before his phantasmal double that was currently lecturing him. While Vergil didn't mind lectures, he hated them when he was being given one by a person he'd despised…and when that person was being a total asshole about.

"Having to rely on your baby brother for help, god you're so pathetic it's laughable." Hollow Vergil spat clearly trying to get Vergil to lose his temper. He continued with his rants until Vergil finally reached a limit to which he was willing to put up with the phantom.

"And just who the hell are you to judge me?" He angrily challenged. He was seriously growing tired of these Hannibal lectures on how much he'd 'failed', that point had already been driven home when he collapsed in front of that tombstone.

"Strength," Hollow Vergil said looking him in the eye. "Isn't that what you always wanted? How do you expect to get stronger when you keep holding onto this pitiful thing?" He pointed to Vergil's materialized heart, still with three holes in it but one now shining brighter than the others. "In this world compassion will only hold you back, it'll land you in places like this. Hell you can't even use your Devil Trigger now." He joked.

A spark of anger burned in Vergil's eyes at the mention of his Devil Trigger.

"But…" His tone sounded like some salesman pitching some cheek product. "You can get it back." A sinister grin split the Hollow's face at the mention of how he was going to get it back.

In the (what he presumed to be short) time-span he'd known the Hollow he'd come to hate that smile. It reminded him of Mundus's arrogant grin he always had plastered on his face whenever he'd thought he'd won.

'Mundus's grin on my face, that'll be enough to keep awake for the next few weeks.' He thought listening to his Hollow tell him to murder his twin brother in cold blood. The idea caused an interesting reaction within Vergil; on one side it sounded like retribution for him trying to kill Dante earlier but on the other hand he remembered all the things he'd seen and heard from Dante since he'd arrived. 'He practically came down to hell to save your sorry ass, and in his defense I was being a bit of an asshole to him and Kat.' A sparkle of light caught Vergil's attention to the shiny object hanging around Hollow Vergil's neck; it was something he'd vowed to never let go of.

…

"Well, do you think you're up to the challenge?" Hollow Vergil hastily asked waiting for an answer.

Cocking his head to the side as if considering the eye Vergil gave him an answer in a business-like voice he'd become somewhat known by. "That…or I could take the amulet hanging around your neck, which looks a lot like mine by the way."

Hollow Vergil had just enough time to put on a face of shock before Vergil lunged at the amulet with Yamato half-way out of its sheath. Vergil almost reached his target but nearly five seconds after he made his advance he felt a strong force blast him in the stomach, probably breaking at least three already bruised ribs.

"As long as you hold onto that useless humanity you'll never have absolute power!" The phantom roared before all disappeared in a haze of white light.

This time Vergil found he had been separated from Dante again and was standing before a twisted parody of what he assumed to be the business district of Limbo City. Thankfully the cracked streets were empty of demons giving Vergil the peace and quiet he needed to think on his relationship with Kat and how Dante's affected it.

It had been about three years that Vergil took the young witch in, wanting of her blooming abilities. He never showed it in excess but overtime he'd grown fond of her, sharing with him some of his personal secrets and hopes, she became more than useful; she became his closest friend. He couldn't exactly remember when her friendship for him might have evolved into something more but all he knew was how he'd written it off. Then came Dante, he was so glade he'd found his brother after all these years, he been glade the three of them were able to come together, even if Dante acted like he was only around them for convenience. One of his fondest was when they shared dinner at one of Dante's favorite pizza shacks, oh he could still remember that night vividly.

'Human,' He realized rounding a corner. 'They made me feel human, normal, good.' That night Vergil caught the small blooming romance between his brother and his best friend; the extra glances they shot at each other and how Dante seemed to keep an extra eye over her. To Vergil at the time he was happy they were all getting to know each other but still felt a little jealously at him. Now looking back Vergil realized how stupid that was, how stupid it is for him to even think about feeling angry about the closeness between the two. 'I don't have a right to feel that way.' He concluded. 'I was the one willing to leave her to a pack of demons to do God knows what to her while he was willing to the fate of the whole world for her.'

Stopping he glanced at a trashed department store window to observe the Critter demons salvage through the torn clothing. He remembered how Kat never was one for fashion but every now and then she'd take a peek in a store or flat out walk in despite probably being followed by demonic spies. Every time she did he made sure she was protected in one way or another then Dante practically took over that leaving Vergil to focus on his other ventures.

Was he jealous? Yes, he was man enough to admit that but that was where he drew the line. For the white-haired son of Sparda that boat had come, twice, and he'd let it sail off both times so there was no use in getting angry.

"At least I can give her an apology." He mused coming upon a 'valley' entrance made up of what looked like a train tunnel. Taking more steps closer he saw 'Dante' looking down at him from above a train. Vergil saw the same emptiness he did in all the other phantoms he'd encountered leaving him wondering where his brother really was.

"Welcome to hell, brother." Hollow Dante called out throwing his arms wide open.

"Seems nice this time of year huh?" Vergil called back taking a step forward, his combat instincts already kicking in.

"Cute." Jumping down to a lower platform Vergil glared the Hollow in the eye. "You know I was the one running away, living in the slums. You enjoyed a comfortable life. Look who's on top now! You don't belong anywhere. Guess that's why you're here." He chuckled reaching for Rebellion. "Well…that and 'cos I killed you." With this he leapt down bringing Rebellion down upon Yamato.

For a moment Vergil's eye flashed a crimson red along with a slight urge to cut his 'brother' down but Vergil suppressed the blood lust returning his eyes to their natural blue-gray color. He wasn't expecting the punch that knocked back across a few platforms but it did nothing to stop him getting up to see Hollow Dante baiting him into the valley.

"Hey, up here!" He called drawing Vergil's attention. "Come and get me bro if you think you can!" He disappeared into a smoky portal that Vergil quickly advanced towards.

Reaching the spot where he saw the phantom vanish he was surrounded once more by demons. Before he could commence his attack Vergil felt the blood in his body suddenly boil and noticeable change in his muscles. Looking down in his palms he saw wisps of red energy surge into his palm meaning only one thing; his demon powers were returning. He decided to test out how much of them were returning on the Hell Knight standing before him, its shield broke in two slashes that knocked it back, and its head rolled with one. Casting a glance at all the other demons Vergil made a slight prayer, a prayer that wherever his older brother was, he was alright.

Angels, they were creatures often spoken of being kind and beautiful creatures, feathers white as snow and being absolutely breathe-taking to look at. In paintings they're always depicted as being bathed in auras of radiant light, flowing robes, and halos over their heads. Those weren't the kind of angels Kat or Martin were seeing now.

SLASH! HACK! BOOM! CRUSH! SLASH! BOOM!

Demon bodies began falling out of the sky to join their deceased brethren on the ground, everything demonic in nature, fell to an angel's blade, bullet, fire/light blast, magic spells, and even to the bare hands of some not bothering with weapons. They weren't dressed in robes, more like gold and silver battle armor that looked like something out of a comic book.

BOOM!

The blast was like a nuclear missile touching down but without all the shock waves, just an intense blast of light that probably blinded everyone in the city expect angels. They came one after another from the hole in the sky like drop soldiers, faces etched in snarls and war cries filling the air over the chaos. Every demon that was caught in their sights saw its life ended once the angel closed in on it with the speed of a jet-fighter.

"Boy I hope they don't come after me just because I'm a half-demon." Martin fearful said watching demon after demon fall to the ground dead or just disintegrate on the spot leaving nothing behind.

The duo had been forced out of their hide-out when the angels began their assault, completely disregarding the partial destroyed city in their way in favor of slaying every last demon they could find. From what she had seen it seemed most of the angels were there solely for the purpose of slaying demons while the rest were directed in aiding whatever humans they could find through healing, protection, or even leading them into battle. It all probably would have been an awe-inspiring sight if it weren't for the fact that the sounds of death and chaos had only grown later, the screams of demons now being the loudest.

"I'm sure they'll ignore you just as long as you don't show yourself to them." Kat reassured him ducking under an overturned tank. Truth was she didn't know if any of them would come after Martin but if they did Kat wouldn't make it easy for them, she owed the German-American that much for saving her life and giving her a chance to talk to Vergil. 'Vergil…at least he's alive but what about Dante?' She wondered remembering their transmission to Vergil, it was a huge relief to her to find out he was alive but she still couldn't stop worrying about Dante.

SLASH!

The tank split into five pieces startling Kat and Martin enough to make them jump back in surprise. Standing before them was one of the warrior angels; he was at least seven or eight feet tall, covered from head to toe in golden armor that looked like some kind of high-tech yet magically mix, warrior helmet, two proud wings on his back, and a divine sword dripping with demon blood in his hands. From beneath his helmet both teens could see his hard blue eyes dart back and forth between them, he gave Kat a quick glance but kept his gaze on Martin who was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

'He can sense Martin's demonic blood!' Kat realized panicky. In that split second Kat made a decision she knew she'd regret; with her one good arm she grabbed a broken pipe in the ground and stood between the angel and Martin.

Time seemed to have slowed to a stop in that moment making all combat and death vanish into nothing. Martin stared at Kat like she too had just fallen from the sky with a mix of shock and admiration in his brown eyes. The angel could see she was shaking too but still stood her ground knowing she stood no chance of even scratching him. A small tremor turned their attention to the other end of the street where a large demon had made an entrance roaring like a tiger.

The angel grunted at Kat and Martin signaling them to run before flying at the demon with his sword raised. Meanwhile Kat pulled Martin up and urged him on to the other end of the street adored with downed air craft and military vehicles.

"Martin!" She shouted grabbing his attention. "Can you open another window to get through to Vergil again?"

Shaking off his dizziness and moving off Kat's shoulders to run on his own Martin gave a still startled answered. "I-I think so but I need to sit down, calm myself, and I need a place to focus, someplace quiet."

CRASH!

"I'm pretty sure quiet's out of the deal!" Kat yelled as a spear landed right next to her foot but she kept running. "What if I helped you to focus? Could you do it then?"

"Probably, the dimension they're in, it's got one hell of a barrier around it but if we put our power together we should be able to get a better connection!"

"Then all we need to do is find a place to do it," Kat concluded stopping to catch her breathe. "So any ideas?"

From what Dante was able to gather he had to be somewhere on what could only be described as the city docks. Most of the buildings and platform titled sideways before flat-out dropping into the red abyss swirling with lightning and red fire. Meteors had begun falling from the sky either landing into solid ground, breaking through a platform, or going straight into the abyss. Dante guessed they must have been the souls of demons because he could hear hate-filled screams coming from each one. What caught his attention was what they had been screaming about, angels.

"Pity you don't have a guardian angel watching over you eh?" A voice called Dante to the top of an overturned ship. Hollow Vergil stood ideally watching him with cold black eyes, his sword already drawn.

"Never needed one before, don't need it now!" Dante yelled throwing the Aquila at the phantom only to watch him disappear in a flash then reappear behind him. Summoning back Rebellion he blocked the attack but still was shot backward into a tunnel entrance leading into darkness. "What the hell's going on up there?"

"Nothing you need to worry about after all you won't be breathing long enough to find out." Holding up his fingers Hollow Vergil summoned three demonic trucks and launched them at the black-haired youth like missiles.

Dodging the trucks were easy but what Dante didn't see was a gray-skinned, scaly clawed hand deliver a bone-crushing punch to his whole body. He flew through at least twenty feet of concert before he felt another punch send him crashing so hard into the ground he made an impact crater. Everything hurt from his bones to his organs to his brain however it all vanished once Dante caught sight the manticore coming down for another attack. He rolled out of the way just as the beast's horns pierced the ground, shook himself free of any pain and charged with the Osiris gleaming. His strikes all bounced off the demon's now metal wings but he could see he was leaving scratched that kept multiplying with every slash he made.

Black light shined from both its hands before it brought them down together hoping to crush Dante right on the spot. Seeing an opening Dante rolled to its left side while summoning the Arbiter to return all the pain the demon had caused him but to his shock he found a scorpion-like tail ready to run him through. Through years of street-fighting instinct he dodged the tail just in time to cut if off at the base and deliver a powerful blow to the Manticore's left side. It roared in agonizing pain yet turned to Dante with all the speed of a jungle cat and grabbed him in vice grip. Grayish-white armored wings spread from its back as it took flight with Dante still in its palms, bringing him to eye level the beast gave feral snarl matching that of a lion that had just caught its prey.

"Damn your breathe smells like shit!" Dante sneered screwing up his face. The manticore was not amused, opening its mouth to roar Dante grinned in excitement. "Lucky for you I got the perfect breathe mint!" In a split second he had pulled out the Revenant and channeled demonic energy into the fine-crafted gun.

BOOM!

Dante fell through two whole levels of ground before he regained his balance in a now darken tunnel he faintly known of s Limbo City Metro Station. His whole body still ached from the beating he'd taken but his healing factor had already kicked in nulling the pain until he could barely feel the bruises. He stumbled around in the darkness unsure but soon letting his other senses guide him, avoiding demonic trains that seemed to fly in out of nowhere and even finding a few glowing vital stars in hidden corners. After about ten minutes of walking he saw the eerie glow of TV screens down the tunnel and moved towards them. Soon the both the walls around him were covered with TV screens of all shapes and sizes, all turned to the Raptor News Network or on static.

"Here I'd thought I'd taken that damn station off the air…" Dante mused ignoring the bellowing voices of Bob Barbas and various other demon reporters. Their words bounced off his ears until he heard a chilling voice that caught his attention.

"Enjoying the ride my dear brother?" Hollow Vergil's echoing voice sounded from one screen before being echoed by others, in a matter of seconds his face was on every screen Dante could see. His voice now filled the tunnel angering Dante slightly but doing his best to ignore it. "Oh and don't worry about Kat, I'll make sure to make sure she suffers for betraying me before I kill her."

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bullets tore through only five of the screens yet all of them went out leaving Dante alone in total darkness. Readying himself he looked around to realize he was now standing in the middle of one singular train track.

"Ah damn this is going to suck." He dryly remarked waiting for the attack he knew as coming.

Right on cue a demonic train barrels at Dante blaring its horns loudly enough for him to notice it even before he saw its mal-formed face. After dodging that train he saw another coming at him at even greater speed. The next train came from a hole in the ceiling Dante only noticed when he heard the wail-like horn of the train just before it crashed into the tracks. Angel Dodging got him out of the way and into the path of two more nearly parallel to each other. Making a split second choice Dante jumped onto one train and was speeding through the darkness in near silence until he heard the pain-filled cry of his brother.

"Vergil!? Where the hell are you?" He called into the darkness drawing Rebellion.

"Right behind you my dear traitorous brother." An evil chuckle alerted Dante.

A sharp pain spread through Dante's chest as he went flying from the train top to another holding his bleeding chest. Warm red blood oozed from the horizontal slash on his chest staining the train's rusty metal hood. "I was asking for my brother, not you shit-face." Dante spat wiping the blood from his lips.

Effortlessly Hollow Vergil jumped to the hood of the train twirling his katana. "Ah Dante now that hurts," He said in mock pain holding up something in his left hand; Vergil's blue amulet. "Is that any way to speak to your brother?"

Roaring in fury Dante fired a volley of shots only to have them easily deflected. Bearing a psychotic grin Hollow Vergil clashed swords with Dante again however this time Dante was clearly hesitating to fight back.

"What's wrong Dante? Does it hurt to see your brother for what he really is? A monster? A tyrant? A liar?" He taunted kicking Dante away then opened his arms wide open for Dante to attack. "Come-on do it! Cut me down like you did before! Take all my power for yourself!"

Somewhere in the back of his head Dante actually thought about doing just that. Vergil told him that while their amulets weren't the main source of their powers they were a pretty good enhancer and with one wielding both he'd have the power of two Nephilim. The thought of power had never held much for Dante besides living past the next day but now things were completely different, he vowed to protect the whole human race, to do that he'd need a lot more power than he'd currently had.

Taking Vergil's powers would be a good start. A voice suggested in the back of his head.

With all that power he could make good on his promise, he could protect Kat.

'Yeah but I'd have my own brother's blood on my hands.' Dante counter-argued knowing he could never live with something like that, not in a million years would he ever sink that low.

Why not? You killed him before, why not again?

Dante continued blocking attacks in silence while Hollow Vergil continued verbally assaulted him nonstop until he twisted Rebellion out of his hands. "Figures you don't have the balls to go through with it. You're a coward, always have and always will be one. What's stopping you from running away this time?"

"YOU ARE!" Dante roared catching the phantom Yamato with his right hand before it could come down on his shoulder. Blue energy and fire exploded from the blade tearing across Dante's right arm but he never released the blade shocking Hollow Vergil. Summoning Rebellion to his left hand, dark red energy wrapped around the blade before coming down in a wide arc that created an explosion tearing through the whole underground.

BOOM!

Vergil was in the middle of cutting a Tyrant down when he heard the sound of train tracks screeching and his brother's enrage roar. "Dear God why can't he keep anything quiet?" He pondered dragging Yamato down the creature's spine.

Moments later three trains crashed through the hallway smashing anything unfortunate enough to be in their path save for Vergil who used his supernatural speed and agility to dodge them effortless. At the other end of the hallway Vergil saw Hollow Dante attempting to flee but in the ashes of the smoke he could sense something else, something more important than going after the phantom.

Well which one will you choose?

Vergil made his decision.

Every leap he took got him one step closer to the center of the of the disturbance in the smoke until he saw what had caused the massive derailment; the real Dante was clashing swords with Hollow Vergil. Even through the smoke and from a distance Vergil could see something was wrong with his brother, his strikes were slower than normal, he was winded slightly, and he was obviously enraged. Clearly Hollow Vergil was leading him on, guiding him, all with that damn smirk on his face.

The phantom countered a sword strike aimed his neck, back flipping right in front of Vergil, landing in a kneeling position. Dante, his eyes burning red slid forward with Rebellion ready to impale the phantom like a fish on a spear. Immediately Vergil knew what the phantom was planning. On instinct his hand shot to Yamato's hilt just as the all-white duplicate vanished in a haze of smoke leaving Vergil directly in Dante's path. The first urge Vergil had was to cut him down but something else spoke to him, another suggestion, one he'd never have used without good reason.

"DANTE!" Vergil yelled looking his twin directly in the eye. Against all odds that did the trick, Dante stopped dead in his tracks barely within two feet of Vergil's striking distance, his eyes returning to their normal color.

For a few precious minutes neither boys spoke leaving nothing but their heavy breathing to fill the air.

…

Lowering his sword Dante spoke first, "You okay?"

"Well…I am feeling a little heartless but other than that I'm fine." His gloved hand drifted from his katana's hilt as a relieved breathe left his lips.

SCREECH!

"Get down!" Vergil suddenly roared pushing Dante out of the way just as another demonic train burst onto the scene, this one twice as large as any of the others. Tendrils of red and black enegy exploded around Vergil's body then forced their way into Yamato making the blade grow a deep, dark bluish color.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The two halves of the train crashed harmless to both sides of the twin Nephilim before going off the edge into the abyss below. Dante stared at his younger brother in awe at what he had just done, he'd completely split the train in half, and with one strike no less. His awe thought ended when he saw him fall to one knee holding his bleeding stomach. Acting quickly he pulled him over one shoulder and made their way out of the station, entering a twisted cityscape that looked like their hometown of Limbo City.

In some ways the brothers found it ironic taking shelter in a bar this time, an old, run-down, bar Dante would have searched for beer if his brother hadn't been hunched over in pain on his shoulder. Easily he sat him down on the counter before unbuttoning his jacket and shirt to survey the injury.

'Jesus,' Dante thought in disgust looking at the near gaping hole in Vergil's stomach, it was almost see through, oozing blood, and some parts looked like they were beginning to become infected. 'D-Did I really do this to him?'

The dreaded memory had never left Dante's mind, sure it had been pushed back but it had never vanished, adding to the guilt he already felt for turning his blade on his twin. He could still feel it; the rage that coursed through his body enhanced by his Devil Trigger as he forced Rebellion deeper into Vergil's body. Cold terror griped his heart when he realized if it wasn't for Kat he probably have killed his own brother in cold blood.

"What," Vergil grunted sitting up. "Happened to your arm?"

Snapping out of his thoughts Dante took a moment to glance at his damaged right arm. Deep bloody lacerations ran down the length of his hand all the way to his elbow yet were healing at a relative pace and the jacket sleeve had been torn to his mid-forearm but surprisingly his combat glove were still intact albeit stained with blood.

"I had a little run-in with our long-lost third brother that looked a lot like you." He paused to pull out one of the Vital Stars he'd gathered. "Only with ten times more jackass to him,"

Crushing the green crystal in his hands Dante released the glowing green particles onto Vergil. In mere seconds they were absorbed into Vergil's body causing a relieved sigh to leave his lungs as he felt the star's healing powers. Just when Vergil thought he'd be getting all his strength back he felt a sharp pain run through his chest area, he grabbed it as if he were in the midst of a heart attack.

'I don't get it! I know he heals slower than I do but the Vital Star and all this time he should be at least near right as rain.' Dante growled watching him claw at his chest.

Looking closer at the wound Dante came to a conclusion as to why the wounds weren't healing; Rebellion.

Flashback…

It was nearing mid-night, Dante was sitting on one of the many leather chairs in his brother's office twirling Rebellion around while Vergil sat at his desk busily typing on a computer with Yamato within arm's reach.

"You really shouldn't be playing with that," Vergil said not bothering to look up from his computer screen. "It's more powerful than you think."

"Could have fooled me," Dante replied holding the sword up to admire it. "Ya' know Vergil have you ever thought about why I got Rebellion and you got Yamato? Has it ever crossed your mind? I mean any sword would have been enough but why these two? Why us?"

Vergil turned from his computer to look at Dante with a somewhat excited light in his eyes. "Well one both swords belonged to our father and two they're special." Lifting Yamato up he unsheathed the blade slightly allowing the moon's light to reflect off it and onto its brother blade. "Yamato was originally a dark forged katana but our mother had it re-forged using divine metals," He paused to point to Rebellion. "Rebellion was completely broken down then re-forged using angel and demon metal."

"Really?" Dante held up Rebellion. "So in other words these things were made to kill everything from demons to angels?"

"Pretty much, as for the reason why you got Rebellion…what can I say father thought it was more your style." Both brothers shared a low chuckle before Vergil returned to his computer work and Dante began reading one of the many books in the large study office.

Flashback end…

After that memory Dante could no longer meet his brother's gaze, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

On the other hand Vergil narrowed his eyes at him. "So tell me…besides ruling over them what's your brilliant plan to protect humanity?"

…

"What are you going to do when Mundus's generals and every other two-bit demon comes after you, Kat, or the masses? We both know you don't have near enough strength to protect all of it."

"…I don't know." He responded looking matching Vergil's glare. "I don't know how I'll do it but I at least got to try right? I'm a Nephilim; part demon, part angel so that means I've got to have more powers right?"

"Yes, we do." Vergil admitted remembering the ancient texts he'd read on the near god-like power Nephilim are able to achieve.

"It'll be hell but look at what I've already been through. Someone's gotta do it so from the looks of things WE'RE the only ones capable. Besides," His glare was now piercing. "What's got you so dead conceived humanity needs 'help' anyway?"

Immediately Vergil's eyes darkened to the point they almost appeared black. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah I do."

"Pinochet's Regime, Rwanda, Indonesia in 1965, The Massacre of the Innocents, Srebrenica Children Massacre, the tyranny of the British Empire, the building of the Colosseum-"

"Can we knock that one that to sixty-forty?" Dante chimed only to be silence by an almost literal death-glare from Vergil. Raw, barely uncontrolled anger danced in his eyes yet his voice remained calm.

"The ending of the Third Punic War, the Sacking of Rome, The Crusades, the Spanish Inquisition, the Reign of Terror, the Great Purge, Slavery, the American Civil War, World War I, World War II, the Rape of Nanking, the Holocaust, Korea, Vietnam, the Bombing of the Four Little Girls, Black Hawk Down, 1995 Okinawa, Nine-Eleven, the Middle East, Sandy Hook, the Boston Bombing…" His voice was as cold as ice, cold enough to freeze even hell over.

Dante stayed silent throughout the whole thing. There was no witty comeback, no one-liner because every even Vergil had listened were enough to turn anyone's stomach on the topic of humanity.

"Kat…" Vergil continued shocking Dante. "You…"

SMACK!

Author's note: I'd like to give thanks to LimitReached214 for adding this story to their favorites, thank you, it means a lot to me.

Second I'd like to dedicate this chapter in memory of 'Fast & Furious' actor Paul Walker who died on Saturday evening in California in a car crash, R.I.P.

Lastly I'll try to get the next two chapters out by next Friday or Saturday.