Chapter 10: Chaos Rising

Ojima walked back from the restroom and paused at a window to look out into the early evening. Most of the speeches were done and dinner had been served. For the most part, people (humans and non-humans) had behaved. Oh, there had been some good-natured teasing and ribbing, but nothing outrageous. His Sight was a little out of control, but given all the supernatural creatures that wasn't really unusual. However, the policeman inside him had been able to relax and that was wonderful. "Still," he thought. "Reality is going to hit soon. This much peace with all the major players here is unnatural. There's going to be a backlash. This morning's events weren't enough."

"You are the eternal pessimist," Ciren teased from behind him.

He turned to her surprised. "I never felt you sneak up. How did you do that?" he asked.

"I'm a survivor, my friend. I wouldn't have lasted long if I couldn't be unobtrusive," she laughed.

He smiled a little at that. Her eyes sparkled at the expression because he seldom used it except around her and she knew it. "I could definitely get used to her presence," he thought. Out loud he said mockingly: "Are you a mind-reader now?" He knew she wasn't - it just wasn't one of her abilities. Truth be known, he was closer to a mind-reader than she was.

"No, I'm just very good at reading faces - especially yours," she replied. "The party's past the high point. We're into the dancing now. Then the cake, and people will start to go home. And you're already thinking about what's next."

"That's my job," he told her. "I need to stay one step ahead; and that's tough in Nerima. The major powers have all agreed to behave. The problem with that is they're all concentrated here - which means no one is watching the smaller powers."

Ciren shook her head at him and then walked up to him. She put a hand under his chin and gave him a very serious kiss. Ojima returned it with interest, feeling the Siren's Call echo up and down his spine. When they finally stopped, the two just stared into each other's eyes enjoying the moment. Eventually, someone opened the door to the ballroom and the loud music snapped them out of their private trance. They both sighed and turned to look out the window together. "I noticed you didn't tell me I was wrong," he said quietly.

Ciren shook her head. "I know better. I'm just enjoying the peace with you before the madness starts again. I've been watching Jakaro carefully. I've been around Kitsunes quite a bit and something's up. Somewhere, somehow, he has a tiger by the tail. He's hoping to keep the beast restrained until Tofu and Kasumi leave, which will be in two hours. After that, look to him to get everyone out of here."

"Given who he is, what could really make him sweat like that?" Ojima wondered.

"Henna for one thing," Ciren stated. "People in general." She shrugged. "Humanity gives foxes a good deal of trouble. A fox's power is in its cunning and cleverness, while ours is in strength and ruthlessness. Kitsunes have learned to not directly confront humans, but to sidestep them whenever possible. Lord Jakaro is powerful, but he'll follow that rule too."

The inspector reflected on that. "So, whatever is out there is likely to be human, and he's going to delay and distract it until he can just leave it in the dust." She nodded her head. "But if it's human, it's going to have to be cleaned up after." Now she looked at him questioningly. "We tend to leave big messes," he explained. She just sighed at that.

After a few minutes, she asked: "Can you dance?"

"Not a step," he answered.

"Good. I can't either. Let's go give it a try," she said.

The small smile returned and he took her hand.


Judge Sanu watched the dancers with his loyal henchman as the two drank whiskey sours. "Looks like they are getting the cake ready," Ryuu observed. Sanu nodded. Ryuu held his peace for a full two minutes before he asked: "When are you going to tell Ojima to get back to work?"

The Judge looked at the police inspector, whose official title was 'Chief Inspector' even though it really should have been 'Superintendent' or 'Assistant Commissioner' like in other Tokyo Wards. As it was, Ojima insisted that everyone simply call him 'Inspector'. The policeman and his partner were being taught to dance by the Bride and Groom - something that involved a lot of laughing from everyone involved but Ojima, who was at least smiling.

Sanu sighed and said: "He's suppose to have the day off."

"The other inspectors are political animals and damn close to useless," Ryuu reminded him.

Sanu sighed again. "Call that Sergeant who runs the police station closest to Ucchan's - Imia is his name. He's got a brain and he's a Martial Artist; Ojima trusts him too. Have him assemble a crack team to deal with a possible riot using my authority. Have him call me when he's ready."

"All right, but when are you going to tell Ojima," Ryuu pressed.

Sanu raised an eyebrow and answered: "As late in the game as I can."


Tomo was practicing using small Glamour spells to score dances with some of the younger ladies. He could make himself taller and look a bit older. It also helped that he knew how to dance from crashing some of the Tokyo Raves. He had some success with the women from outside of Nerima, but the Nerima ladies were tough to fool. Many of them had the Sight and could see through the Glamour. Others were intelligent and knew about him. Akane Tendo had bopped him on the head before she danced with him. So did Nabiki Tendo. The Bride, Miss Hinako, and Ms. Saotome had indulged him, but made a point of calling him by his real name. He had tried to score some one-upmanship points by asking Cologne, the old Amazon Elder, but she promptly announced she love to dance with someone mythical. Tomo was a good enough sport to carry through on the offer though. Besides, the elder had taught him some new dance steps.

He had also tried to score points by using a female form. The men were easier prey, but again, those from Nerima were tougher to fool. When Akane was occupied, he tried to fool Ranma (hoping to cause Ranma to flee), but Ranma immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor and proceeded to give Tomo a very physical lesson in Anything Goes Dancing. Tomo was grateful full-blooded Kitsunes don't bruise easily but it still hurt. When Akane noticed what was going on, she pretended to be angry and threw water on Ranma who immediately changed shape. Ranma's female form's dress was similar to Akane's, but Ranma's attributes were a little more noticeable. Ranma promptly switched to using outrageous flirting behaviors, pulling the disguised Kitsune close and batting wide eyes at Tomo. Despite Tomo's bluster (and his knowledge), the little Kitsune was fairly inexperienced, so Tomo's brain started to short out, especially since he was still disguised as a female. Soon, it became bad enough that he lost control of the Glamour. Fortunately, the Tendo dojo folks had been blocking the view of everyone else as a real live Kitsune appeared. A smiling Lord Jakaro quickly tapped Tomo on the shoulder and the young Kitsune's human illusion returned. A red-headed Ranma grinned devilishly at the little Kitsune as she said: "That was for the Pepper Duel." She tapped Tomo's nose.

The illusion didn't hide Tomo's red cheeks. "Ah, man…." Tomo sighed.

"What goes around, comes around," Jakaro warned him. "When you start something, someone else may finish it - and sooner than you think." The Elder's thoughts now sounded in his head: "Be a good sport and change Ranma back. Then go make a sweep while you get your illusions straightened out."

"Yes, sir," Tomo answered silently. Tomo gestured and just enough hot water splashed on Ranma for the young man's male form to return, which earned Tomo a nod from Ranma. Tomo then excused himself with a short explanation regarding fixing his illusions and left.

"Well, I scored a few points, despite getting busted," he sighed to himself. "And Lord Jakaro's still pleased with me." He brightened at that thought. "So I guess I'm still ahead." He recalled the ladies that had danced with him; even those who figured out who he was. "That was better than points," he thought. "The only cute one I missed was Akari - and I haven't been banished. Once I do the sweep of the House, I can go back. Ranma won't bust my chops - once he gets even, he forgets about it immediately. I bet Akane and Nabiki will dance with me again if I ask in my male human form. So will Hinako."

As he thought about it further, his exuberance began to return. He quickly found a small nook to dodge into and break Jakaro's illusion, switching to his own. "Now to check the House," he thought. The Banquet Hall was actually a Spirit House owned by an Ogre family. Normally, only spirits stayed and dined here. Any mortal who consumed spirit food would become trapped in the Spirit World. However, Lord Jakaro had rented most of the House and moved it to a vacant lot on this World. As long as the House rested in this World, humans (or Others) were safe from getting caught.

He ran up a hidden set of long stairs and walked out onto the third floor, but this was not the top floor of the building. From the outside, the building appeared to have three floors. From the inside, the building had fifteen floors. The two bottom floors were for the wedding party. This floor (the third) was a buffer zone set up as a maze to prevent humans from accessing the dining halls on the 4th, 5th, and 6th floors, and then there were two floors of hotel rooms above that. Those five floors were currently used for the House's usual customers and had minimal connection to this World. The other seven floors above those were for the Trap - something to keep trespassers busy for several hours. Anyone entering through the apparent top floor from the Outside, would truly end up on the top floor of the building - the fifteen floor. Then they would have to work their way down to the wedding party. "Past all the pitfalls - and each other," Tomo thought gleefully. "Which isn't happening until Lord Jakaro is ready for them." With that, he ran off to check on the intruders…


Daran checked on the DJ station once more. It had taken a lot of work, but he had convinced Tofu and Kasumi to let him indulge in his second favorite hobby - music. The leader of the traditional band had been the MC through dinner and the various toasts, but when it came time for the cutting of the cake and the non-formal dances (where Daran was not involved), the wedding couple had agreed to let Daran select the music and finish the announcing. The sole condition was that Daran use automation as much as possible so he could be free to enjoy himself too. "The thing is, this *is* how I enjoy myself," he thought. "And I want to do this for them."

He queued up another five songs and some pre-recorded introductions, and then caught Kasumi raising her eyebrows at him and tapping her foot. He held up his hands in mock surrender and bowed to her. At her exasperated look, he grinned and quickly left the station. "Time for a drink," he thought. Daran ran outside the ballroom to the waiting bar in the lobby.

Once he ordered and received his rum and coke, a voice chimed out behind him: "Ah… Doctor Hawke! I was hoping to run into you again."

Daran was moderately successful at suppressing his startle reflex. He turned smoothly and bowed to the elegant woman while saying: "Lady Hoshi! I did not expect to see you here!"

The Kunoichi Mistress of the House of the Falling Star returned the bow politely with a twinkle in her eye. "I petitioned Lord Jakaro to ask the Bride and Groom to allow me to stop by after dinner. They graciously replied that I could come provided I would share dessert. I was assured there would be enough."

"It is a very large cake," Daran agreed.

"So, I was told, Doctor."

"I seemed to recall introducing myself as a mercenary Major," Daran prompted with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you managed to skip the more interesting parts, my friend," she purred. "I knew you were an adventurer, but I didn't learn about your scholarly pursuits until after you left us." She turned to order a glass of wine from the bar. Daran waited patiently until she received her wine and continued: "I was amazed one would show an interest in the Jazz Greats when one was so young."

"Music was something I never outgrew," he said with aplomb. "That's not what I hold a doctorate in though."

"No," she agreed. "You picked something ephemeral to pursue."

"The Past is where we come from," he stated.

"Not as interesting as the present - or the future as far as I am concerned," she responded. "Nor is it as timeless as Music - especially Jazz."

"Ah, a light dawns," he chuckled.

The Kunoichi Mistress smiled. "Not many in my circles share my interests," she agreed. "And Jazz is not the only music I appreciate. Perhaps you and I could compare notes?" she added while taking his arm. "After I pay my respects to the lovely couple? It would keep me out of trouble after all - and guarantee a little peace. At least until after the Wedding Couple have left." The purr was back in her voice again.

"Now that's an offer I won't refuse…" he said as he escorted her into the ballroom.


Lady Ume sneaked down the ventilation duct. Every now and then, the Kunoichi would check a vent and make sure she was still going downwards - the damn building had its own gravity. Still, it didn't dampen her mood. "I'm hunting assassins in a Spirit House - *this* is an adventure!" she thought. Twice she had seen one of the assassins in the maze of hotel rooms and suites on the upper floors. Unfortunately, the shifting stairs on the thirteenth floor had stymied her pursuit once, and the other assassin she had seen had fallen through a trap door while dodging the knife-throwing parrot. If Ume got time later, she was going back to kidnap that parrot. "It had definite talent," she reflected.

She inched down to the next vent and peaked through. She saw several small reptilian humanoid forms about the size of children sitting about a low table while enjoying a dish of cucumbers, seaweed, and, apparently, blood. "Kappas," Ume thought while suppressing a little amazement. "Not what I'm after."

"You're one floor too low," a familiar voice told her quietly.

Ume looked back up the shaft to see a Kitsune hanging upside-down above her. The creature held himself stationary by bracing his hind paws against the sides of the shaft. Somehow, his priestly clothes lay perfectly flat against his body. "Yul!" she whispered to the creature she had once shared a hot tub with. "I was hoping I'd see you again."

"Hello Ume," Yul replied. "I'll admit I'm not unhappy to see you, but could you please leave the Kappas alone? They paid good money to have a meal in peace."

She inched back up to her friend. "I don't want to bother them. They're not who I'm hunting. Neither are any of the Wedding Party."

"I'm suppose to keep everyone off this set of floors. How about we go back to the ninth floor, or forward to the third?"

She thought about her mission. "How about the third floor? This way I can cut off the assassins if they make it that far. Besides, I don't want to be near that vending machine on the ninth floor. The Martial Artists there might think I was behind it."

Suddenly she felt the walls shift and she was in free fall. As quickly as it had started, the fall stopped as she dropped into Yul's arms. He shifted to his human form and set her down. She noticed he kept one of his fox tails; probably to amuse her. "I wouldn't worry about it," he told her. You weren't the one who tried to buy Pocky. Normally that machine is on the 8th floor, but that floor has paying customers on it."

"So paying customers are on floors 4 through 8, and the Wedding is on floors 1 and 2," she checked.

He nodded. "I don't suppose you'd like to call it quits and come downstairs?" he asked. "The cake is very good," he offered.

"Sorry," she answered with a little regret. "As much as I would enjoy the company, I'm working tonight."

He made a small dismissive gesture. "It was worth a shot." He paused for a moment and added: "Since you feel that way, I might as well help you and help myself. C'mon." He lead her into what can only be a called a maze of glass walls.

"What's with the orange markers in the carpet?" she asked him.

"They lead to the bathrooms…and stair upwards," he answered. "Follow the green markers to the downward stairs. The upward stairs connect directly to the ninth floor right now. The middle floors don't open into our World through normal means - except for the vents that I need to fix. When I'm done, mortals going downward into the eighth floor will get dumped back on the fifteenth again. The only way to this floor will be the hidden stairs - and they have to find them first."

"Clever," she noted. "Why don't you just isolate the top floors altogether?"

"Aspects of geometry," he replied. "There has to be a mortal Path from the top of the building to the bottom, otherwise a Spirit Trap may form; or in this case, a Mortal trap - anyone eating food here would be caught."

"Important safety tip," she responded understatedly.

"Sort of defeats the point of holding the Wedding here," he agreed.

"So, you're going to put me at the bottom of the staircase junction where I can do guard duty for you."

"Something like that," he agreed. "In return, you'll be in a perfect place if the assassins escape the top floors."

Ume reflected on that. Admittedly, this was what she was hoping for. Still… "So what's in it for me?" she pressed.

"I can get you a piece of wedding cake," he offered.

She rolled her eyes. "And…"

Yul shrugged. "And what? What else do you want?"

"A friendly rematch," she stated firmly. "You won the last match - I want the next one on a dance floor."

"You want a date?" he asked surprised.

"Something like that - in the mortal realm and you pay," she said firmly. "Last one standing wins. Oh, *and* I want a piece of the wedding cake," she added.

"Dutch," he countered. "This way you can't drive me bankrupt into submission."

"Immortals worry about money?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Damn straight. I'm not going into hock over a contest. Deal?" Yul challenged.

"Deal," Ume responded.

A little later, Yul headed up the stairs to the ninth floor - he still had to deal with the vents before he could go back to the party. He grinned to himself though. Finding Ume had worked out very well for him - now he had an alarm in place if any other mortal gained the third floor. "Of course, she didn't *plan* on notifying me when anyone else made it that far," he thought. "But now my own little enchantment is in place courtesy of that cake she's eating: As soon as she hits warp speed for any reason, I'll know."


The Dojo Destroyer walked out of the suite on the eleventh floor. His normally brown gi was currently covered in multicolored paint ball splatter. In the room behind him, a merc and a ninja were out cold, covered in paint, but otherwise mostly whole. There were the remains of some sort of large remote controlled robot in the middle of the room too. "That was interesting," he pondered slowly. "I've never seen a Dalek shoot paint balls before. Obviously, someone around here is a 'Doctor Who' fan. Nice to know I'd fare well in a Time War."

He bashed in the door of a neighboring suite and heard a soft poof. He carefully peeked through the door and saw a remote control in front of a one-way mirror. "My antagonist was here," he thought. "And he was Gifted. I'll have to watch out for that."

Suddenly he heard a series of "popping" noises coming from one of the floors above him and the sound of doors slamming everywhere around him. The door he bashed in magically "healed" and locked itself. The room with the Dalek was also shut tight. "There go the mayonnaise jars again," he sighed. He heard the sound of a river above him. He reached up and ripped down the ceiling tile above him looking for a support strong enough to hold him. Finding one, he grabbed it and pulled himself up, just as a river of cheap beer poured out of one of the stairways toward him. "How do they keep refilling that vat so quickly?" he wondered silently.

He watched as a kunoichi on an ironing board surfed low under him. She blew him a kiss as she turned a hallway corner. "Smart aleck," he groused.


The assassin checked around the corner carefully. He saw two mercenaries guarding an intersection ahead with crossbows armed. Quickly, he drew his head back and cursed silently. "What the hell is this place?" he wondered. "Floors are ten times bigger than they should be, I've descended twenty floors in a three story building, and all I can see out of any window is thick mist. It's New Year's Day for crying out loud! Winter! Not late Spring!" He started to retreat back the way he came. "To top it off, my guns will not work. I can't even light a match."

Up ahead, he heard voices arguing. "And I'm being hunted by four different teams," he thought exasperatedly. He quickly jimmied a locked door and snuck into the room beyond. "It's a hotel room? I'm in a hotel?" He scanned the room as he closed and locked the door. The room was extremely large for an accommodation in Japan, with two king-sized beds and a humongous bathroom. "They bathe elephants in here?" he wondered crossly. "What the hell?"

He quickly walked to the bedside scanning for literature on the room, but all he found was the TV remote. He pressed the power button and hit the mute button immediately. A blue screen displayed gold text: "Welcome to Kitsune's Knotty Knoll!"

"Oh god…" the assassin mumbled.

The words scrolled up and a menu appeared. It read: "Events today: (1) Ono wedding. (2) Rivals Unlimited. (3) Hideous Hideaway. (4) Assassin's Hide."

He clicked on the (1) button on the remote and saw a view of a wedding party in full swing, complete with a half-eaten cake. The camera seemed to scan everyone there and he saw his female target wearing a backless dress dancing with a group. He groaned as he saw the male target was also with the group. "Great, they're really somewhere in this building. I can't hunt for them anywhere else."

He clicked the (2) key and the camera view changed to flick through different floors of the hotel, much like a security monitor. He noticed ninjas and other warriors in different hallways, all looking for something. He also saw his two fellow assassins creeping slowly through the maze of floors.

With a sigh, the assassin click button (3). His eyes widened with terror as he looked at the various monsters dining on items best left unmentioned. "What the hell are they!?" escaped from his mouth (he was not up on Japanese legends). "Where the %$!#! am I?" He stood locked in horror for a few moments and then shook himself. He clicked button (4).

What he saw made him sit down hard on the bed. He saw himself on the TV, sitting on a bed in a room. He buried his face in his hands. The image on the TV did the same. "They know where I am," he thought helplessly. "They can take me at any time - whoever the hell 'they' are. I'm lost" Suddenly, something seemed to expand outward from his stomach. "No! I haven't given up yet!" he screamed out loud, trying to take back the thought. "NO!" The pressure grew nonetheless, filling his belly and causing him tremendous pain. It started to push upward, stopping his breathing and pressing right against his heart. "NO! HAVE MERCY! PLEASE!" he cried silently. He rolled onto the floor and tried to vomit unsuccessfully.

Just as suddenly as the pain began, it stopped and the pressure eased slowly. He lay there for a few moments. The lighting in the room changed, causing him to glance up at the TV above him. The screen had changed to black with white lettering. "Mercy?" the screen asked. "When have you ever given mercy?"

The assassin stared at the screen disbelieving for a few minutes. He could still feel the bloating in his stomach, but at least it had retreated and was only uncomfortable, not mortally painful. "I have," the assassin insisted heavily. "I've never drawn out a death - even though the contract required torture. It's always been quick. And I spared that family in Los Angeles - I moved them to Quebec and made them promise to stay silent - they had twin newborn kids. If you're going to kill me, do it quick like I've done."

"We're not the ones killing you," the screen typed. "Henna is. She wants to collect your soul - and punish you for failing."

"So, kill me instead," he pleaded. "I'd rather face Judgment than let her get my soul. Don't let her win."

The cursor began blinking as if the screen was thinking. Finally, it typed: "Maybe we can cut a deal…"


Lady Hoshi took a seat near the music booth and Daran tapped the mic to get everyone's attention. "All right everyone!" he called out. "There's a Western tradition regarding the tossing of the Bride's bouquet. According to the tradition, the Bride tosses her bouquet into the air toward a crowd of women. Whoever catches the bouquet will be the next to marry. So, let's have all the single women gather in the center of the room."

Ranma and Akane looked at each other. "Time to get a drink from the bar," Ranma stated.

Akane nodded. "Let's go."

"Whoa, whoa!" Daran called out to them as he saw them head to the door. "Where are you two going?"

"We've been at the center of enough cockamamie marriage schemes!" Akane shouted back. "We're skipping this one!" The audience began roaring with laughter.

"It's not really taken that seriously these days!" Daran protested.

A waiter accidentally collided with Ranma and his/her female form appeared in her dress. Ranma rolled her eyes at the shape change as she was now a single woman. "Marines! We are leaving!" she called out.

Nabiki chimed out "I'm gone!" as she got up to join her sister(s). Several other women included Ukyo also got up.

"Oh come on!" Daran pleaded. "It's just a harmless tradition!"

"No such thing in Nerima!" Ukyo shouted back.

Several mercenaries blocked the door to the bar. Ranma's eyes gleamed at the challenge, but before she got there (having to maneuver around several tables), a ringing sound like several bells arose from the bridal bouquet sitting on the head table.

"Oh my," Kasumi gasped. The bride then dove at the bouquet only for it to rise into the air and fly straight at the single women trying to leave the room.

"Oh hell! Everyone down!" Ranma yelled. She raised a glowing hand and shot a small Chi ball at the menacing flowers. The energy struck the bouquet squarely and knocked it across the hall. Amazingly, there was no damage to the flowers.

"Crap," Mausu muttered. "There's no way that shouldn't have taken damage…"

There was a disturbance at the Head table as Kasumi somehow fell onto the floor. Tofu ran to his wife as she cried out: "Oh My!" The wedding garter rose into the air.

Tofu quickly checked Kasumi and then leaped at the garter. "No one's getting enchanted today!" he yelled as he snatched it out of the air. Meanwhile, the bouquet rose into the air again.

"Anyone who's married, grab it!" Hideo shouted as he ran toward the bouquet.

Meanwhile, Tofu was yanked this way and that as he struggled to hold onto the garter. "Single people - Out!" he called. There was a small stampede as the applicable obeyed - except the Martial Artists.

Konatsu threw two plates at the dodging bouquet and managed to knock it down. Shizuka grabbed it, but it managed to escape her after a few moments. The flowers made a beeline for Akane, who grabbed a chair and "swung for the bleachers". The bouquet arced through the air as Ranma and Ryoga hit it again and again with Chi blasts. None of the blast did any damage. Now there was a literal barrage of objects striking the hovering bouquet as both the single and married Martial Artists threw whatever they had handy at it.

"Hold up! I know how to stop it!" Akari called out as she ran forward. With a jump, she snatched it out of the air. "Ryoga! Get the garter!"

Her husband-to-be ran to Tofu who managed to toss it to the Lost Boy. The unmarried couple now had both items, yet the items were still struggling to free themselves. Olaf picked up Ryoga and ran toward where Akari was wrestling with the flowers. "Here!" Olaf shouted as he set Ryoga down.

With a tremendous effort, Ryoga and Akari managed to join hands while holding onto the enchanted objects. Together they shouted: "February 14, 2004!" Unseen, a giant bell sounded filling the hall with its solitary note. The garter and bouquet fell to the ground.

Lord Jakaro ran forward and quickly placed his hands on the couple's foreheads. He looked extremely annoyed, but his demeanor softened as he touched the couple. "That could have been bad, very bad. There was a geas attached to the items. The recipients would have had no choice but to wed, probably followed by a quick divorce. It has no power over you two though - you're already in love and engaged. That was wise, Lady Akari - very wise."

"Something that can't be helped," she smirked.

The disguised Kitsune Lord chuckled and turned around. "My friends…that ends this bit of excitement. I suggest we have all have a drink and enjoy the music while I arrange for some special paper." His eyes glittered as he continued: "It seems an Oni visited us and cast his little spell. While I'm sure it's long gone, there's no way any self-respecting priest would let you go home unprotected. So, I'm going to teach everyone how to make an Origami spirit-trap.


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