Chapter 3: Fighting for a Ghost
"Asami...you're still wake. Aren't you?"
The voice through the wall sounded so weak and fragile that Asami had actually barely heard it at all in the darkness of her cell, she too was also succumbing to her exhaustion. The CEO hadn't slept in at least two days but she simply couldn't allow herself the gift of rest, not with what was happening to Korra. Zaheer hadn't given the Avatar any food or water during that time and Korra was definitely starting to waver in her chains. The rasp of Korra's voice when on the rare occasion she spoke made that clear.
Not only had Zaheer halted feeding the Avatar, he'd stopped her from sleeping. Any time Korra tried a guard would come in and wake her up by shaking her shoulders. If Asami didn't slug this out and stay awake herself it felt like some kind of betrayal, at the very least a failure, though it wasn't like she or the Avatar communicated much in their weakened states. Energy had to be reserved for the increasingly illusive but urgent breakout. And then I'll rain hell on this place. The Red Lotus will burn for what they've done here.
"I'm awake...how are you feeling?"
"Really...really tired...and thirsty. I don't think I've ever...ever been this thirsty in my life..." The slow pace at which the Avatar spoke was a growing cause for concern. Korra really didn't sound well. Dehydration had to be effecting most of her cognitive functions. And what did Zaheer plan to do with that psychological vulnerability? He'd mentioned some kind of 'blank canvas'. Asami really didn't want to wait around to find out as she lifted her dirty bedding and stared at the hole in the floor of the cell. It still wasn't big enough for anyone to slip through, and the platinum saw was totally out of juice now. The other hole in the wall that separated her from Korra's cell was not even close to being used in an escape.
"It's okay Korra. I'm here. I'll get you water somehow. I don't think Zaheer wants to kill you as horrible as what he's doing is."
"It feels...it feels like he wants me...dead..."
Asami didn't know what other reassurance she could offer just from the sound of her voice. If only Korra could actually see, if they were face to face. Asami would be able to reassure her then, hold her tightly and tell her everything was really going to be okay.
Even just the idea of being able to hug Korra again warmed Asami's cold hands and made her smile a little as she leaned against the cell wall. It was the only motivation she needed to get them both out of here come hell or high water. Then maybe I can finally ask her out on a date.
"Asami...every time that guard...comes in here to wake me up you shout – shout at them. You...you need to stop. You're gonna end up drawing suspicion to...to what you're doing. Then you'll never get out of here..."
"We'll never get out of here. I'm not leaving you in this place Korra."
"You might...you might not have a choice...I...whatever Zaheer does to me, I'll fight. I'll fight my hardest. But I don't – I don't know if I can win-"
"But Korra-"
"Promise me...promise me Asami, that if, if you get the chance to escape here, even if I'm not with you, that you'll...that you'll take it."
Asami could not uphold that promise. The guilt of leaving the Avatar here to rot would drive her insane, but she wouldn't let Korra know that, not if it gave her best friend some peace in this hell she was living in right now.
"I promise, Korra."
"Alright, good. Now please go...go to sleep. You've got to stay strong, for both of us. You staying awake until you pass out isn't going to...going to help either of us."
Another request Asami wouldn't be able to keep to, and yet another one she would keep hidden from the Avatar. How could she possibly fall asleep in this place, knowing what potential dangers awaited Korra?
If the tension wasn't quite so palpable in the room Mako might have actually laughed at the absurdity of his current whereabouts. In every direction he looked there was someone of note from across the Four Nations, all crammed around a wobbly table in a rather grim looking tavern in the Misty Palms Oasis. If Bolin and I didn't feel out of place before, we definitely do now. Lord Zuko, Chief Beifong, her sister Su and worst of all Tonraq, Chief of the Southern Water Tribe. Everybody was here.
Mako hadn't even been able to look Korra's father in the eye for most of this meeting, chancing little glances now and then to try and gage the huge man's current mood and feelings. Unlike his daughter, Tonraq's emotions were much harder to read, for the moment anyway. That probably came with experience and having to run a nation. Besides, Mako wouldn't risk staring up him long enough that he'd draw any attention to himself. Tonraq could squish him so easily.Korra's got that same build. She can crush me just as easily, and if she hadn't been mediating, she could've crushed Ming Hua and Ghazan. Then none of this would be happening.
"Zaheer's organisation went by the name 'The Red Lotus' when they tried to capture the Avatar as a child. I don't know if they still go by that title now, given how much their groups strength is likely to have depleted over time without any leadership. Years ago I assigned a Fire Nation task force to hunt down any possible members of the organisation, a plan I discussed with Sokka – Councilman Sokka – after we prevented Zaheer from taking Korra, but for all the years the task force was in operation, they barely even had a whisper of 'The Red Lotus'. Eventually, I decided that the group had disbanded and were no longer a threat...But then I had not anticipated Zaheer becoming an air bender.
There it was again. Just the mention of Korra's name made something indescribable blaze in Tonraq's icy eyes for a few seconds. A father's love for his daughter Mako guessed. Not something he understood very well, but maybe, one day, he would.
"I'll need access to any of the findings your organisation made sent to the Republic City police, marked as highly classified information," Beifong interrupted as she folded her metal covered arms. "If the Red Lotus are holding Korra alive we must be as secretive as possible in how we handle any further investigations. I can't imagine Zaheer will want to be tossed in jail again. If he feels that his organisation in serious danger he won't hesitate to dissolve any of his currents plans, including the Avatar."
Su shook her head at the opposite end of the table, still looking a little dishevelled from her speedy journey. "I hate to be the one to say this, but how – how do we know that either of the girls are still alive?"
Tonraq really started to bristle then, anger radiating from him as he crushed the glass in his huge hand and water pooled all over the table. "They're alive. Korra is alive. I won't even consider that a possibility until I see her body!" the muscular man choked as he clenched his trembling fists, instantly freezing the water on the table top.
Su's Captain of the guard stepped beside her leader then, placing a hand on the back of Su's chair and sending eyes darts at the Southern Water Tribe Chief. I wouldn't like to see these two fight. What a mess a crazy bending match that would be.
"Tonraq, the last thing I want is to accept that your daughter is dead. All I'm saying is we have to be smart about-"
"And if it was Opal?! If it was your daughter you're saying you wouldn't spend every yuan you had, spill every drop of blood, to find out if she was alive or dead?!" Tonraq shouted angrily, almost knocking the entire table over.
Su stood up from her chair then. "Don't you dare bring my daughter into this!"
Mako recoiled into his seat. Now this was a bending match that could destroy the entire Misty Palms Oasis. How did he even go about stopping this without having his head snapped off?
Apparently he didn't need to as two metal cables wrapped their way around Su and Tonraq before abruptly pulling them down into their seats.
"It's like working with a bunch of damn kids!" Beifong seethed as she gripped the cables tightly. "Neither of you want Korra dead so stop arguing. If you want to be angry with someone then pick Zaheer!"
"Chief Beifong is right. Fighting gets us no where. We must focus all of our efforts in finding Zaheer," Zuko spoke calmly as he clasped his wrinkled hands together.
Tonraq and Su both stared at the floor hard, humiliation and embarrassment spread across their features.
"Any word from the Earth Queen?" Tonraq finally asked, his normally smooth voice still trembling from his outburst.
"I'm afraid nothing good. Her majesty will not allow Fire Nation soldiers or personnel into her country to help search for the Red Lotus, nor will she dedicate any of her own forces in finding the Avatar," Zuko explained.
"Her forces are searching for Korra, but only to toss her into a jail cell along with the rest of Team Avatar," Mako interrupted before he felt all the eyes of the room on him and started scratching the back of his head.
"What?!" the two world leaders present exclaimed in unison.
"Yeh, we sorta stole her air benders and then she put up a bunch of wanted posters with our beautiful mugs on them," Bolin spoke awkwardly before he pointed to his own face and grinned widely.
"The head of the Earth Kingdom's military failed to inform us of that," Zuko grumbled. "It's hardly surprising that she's not letting any foreign troops on her land then. She wants the Avatar and the rest of you for herself. Now I understand why neither Tonraq or myself were given diplomatic access to come into the country either."
"You guys are here uncover, wasn't the dragon a bit flashy?" Bolin asked in confusion.
Zuko nodded but didn't bother to answer his question about the dragon.
"Then you'll need to make use of my metal clan soldiers and air ships. Zaofu is a part of the Earth Kingdom, a sovereign state. She can't prevent my soldiers from moving around this nation freely. Though I might not let slip the fact that our airships are carrying wanted criminals and nosy world leaders," Su spoke slyly. Tonraq nodded his appreciation.
"I'll return to the Fire Nation and make sure those documents reach you safely, Chief Beifong," Zuko stated calmly. "The last thing I want is to start a war with the Earth Queen. I'm not even the Firelord anymore."
"But what about the air benders? We're supposed to be searching for a new nation. We can't just stop now, Korra wouldn't want us to!" Bolin shouted angrily. It was weird to hear his brother's voice like that. Bolin very rarely got angry. Opal...he's worried about her.
"And we won't stop. Any new air benders are in danger under the Earth Queen's rule. I suggest we split up our forces. The bulk of us will continue to search for any remaining air benders before the Earth Queen gets to them, the rest will search for the Avatar and Miss Sato in secret," Chief Beifong explained with her usual brashness.
"Then I'll pretend I never heard this conversation," Zuko murmured quietly. "If the Earth Queen were to find out I was a part of this meeting at all it would mean war with the Earth Kingdom. Our two nations are still not on the best political terms since the last one."
With that the former Firelord exited, bowing his head as the rest of the room nodded in understanding. If Zaheer wants to start a war he doesn't even need to do anything with what the Earth Queen is up to. How did things get so messy so quickly?"
"Chief, Mam, I want to be part of the group to search for Korra and Asami," Mako stated firmly. He owed them both and he'd promised himself he would find them. There was no way he wouldn't be part of that group. My mistake, my responsibility.
The Chief seemed to understand that fact perfectly as she nodded her agreement. "Mako and Tonraq, bring Korra and Miss Sat- Asami, bring them back," Lin commanded. "The rest of us will find any remaining air benders."
"I think you'll need a little more fire power than those two to bring down Zaheer and his friends," Su spoke sceptically. "Take my captain with you, she proved herself more than useful against Zaheer in Zaofu and will do so again if given the chance I'm sure."
Captain Kuvira looked a little stunned then. "Are you sure? Don't you need me in Zaofu?"
"No, this mission takes priority. If the Earth Queen continues down this path we may need Avatar Korra sooner rather than later," Su stated grimly as she closed her eyes in thought.
Kuvira bowed her head in reluctant agreement and stepped over to where Mako and Tonraq were standing. They all shared very awkward glances. Mako was still unable to look Tonraq in the eye and he barely knew this Kuvira, though Su was correct, when Zaheer had attempted to nab Korra before Kuvira had been the one to pull Zaheer down with his glider.
"Take the airship you came here in," Su indicated to Kuvira and scowled when none of them moved. "Now! There's no time to waste!"
After a quick salute Kuvira was sprinting out the door followed quickly by a slightly dazed Tonraq. Mako remained for a few more seconds, making sure to take the time to hug his brother and wish him luck on his air bending rescue mission before collecting a radio from Chief Beifong.
"Take care detective," Lin muttered in probably the warmest tone she'd ever addressed Mako. Don't you dare start crying in front of the Chief. You can weep with joy later.
Asami awoke in total darkness, though that was only slightly darker than what her cell was like the rest of the time. It was probably night time. Shit...I fell alseep... Or passed out from exhaustion.
The cold of the platinum floor against her face was biting as she pulled herself upwards with a groan, bones aching from a mixture of the chilly air temperature and the incredibly uncomfortable sleeping arrangements of her current location. Even an air nomad would've had trouble sleeping on such a terribly hard surface. It was difficult to tell how long she'd actually been asleep as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Two portions. There were two portions of food below the hatch of her cell. Two days then. She'd been out of it for two days.
Korra!
Immediately Asami pulled the loose platinum away from the cell wall a little too haphazardly as the sound of scraping metal echoed in the quiet. The engineer grimaced as she paused for a moment, listening out for the sound of any approaching guards. None came. Asami then cautiously removed the metal again and peered through the hole into the Avatar's cell.
"Damn it..." Asami hissed under her breath.
Korra wasn't in there, and neither were any of the Avatar's restraints. Zaheer.
Why hadn't Asami heard a struggle? Any struggle? She wasn't a heavy sleeper. If Korra had fought against the guards who came for her Asami was certain she would've heard it. Unless Korra hadn't fought at all...had the water tribe girl allowed herself to be taken without resistance? Why would she do that?! It better not have been for my sake!
Asami marched towards her door and began slamming her fists and shouting like a maniac, for anyone, for any guard, for Zaheer, for Korra. Anything that meant they would pay some attention to her.
But no one came. For days no one came except to deliver food and water, and those people never answered any of her questions. Even when she threatened to kill them, somehow.
Still, despite her reservations and her growing anger, Asami ate everything they gave her. She had to keep her strength up if she ever hoped to find Korra in this maze of tunnels and caves. Why were they even keeping her alive in this tiny metal box? There had to be a reason even if it'd hadn't been made clear yet.
Growing tired of waiting, on the 5th day since Korra had disappeared (though even that was up for debate, it was impossible to track days in this darkness), Asami took drastic measures to get someone's attention, any chance to get that cell door opened. If any of their plan revolved around keeping her alive then she'd put a significant road block in the path of the Red Lotus if that's all she could do. Which, actually, was all she could do.
Even fighting Unalaq hadn't made her feel this weak or useless, and he commanded an army of dark spirits. Zaheer was just a mad man with a few criminals under his influence.
Asami picked up a piece of the platinum plating that made up one of the cell walls, one of its corners sharpened significantly. If they think I'm dying, they'll open the door. The cut didn't need to be deep, just enough that it on first appearance it looked life threatening.
She held the razor sharp edge just above her wrist and pulled up her torn black jackets sleeve. The platinum was cold against her skin, so cold. Asami couldn't stop her hand trembling as she wrenched her eyes shut. Why was this so hard? This is for Korra. You have to. You have to. Now cut! Cut!
Asami inhaled deeply, readying herself for the inevitable pain. She'd suffered worse. Endured much worse than a small wound. For Korra. This was for Korra. But thoughts of the Avatar only made Asami's hand tremble more. If Korra knew she was doing this, instead of trying to escape, she'd go absolutely crazy. You don't even know if Korra is still alive...what if you're fighting for a ghost?
No. She's alive. I know. I know.
Ghost or not, I have to know. I won't let her rot. I – I think I -
Asami shook her head. Really not the time for that kind of thinking.
-Now cut. Just cut!
Just as Asami was about to stab the ragged edged piece of metal in there was a knock at the door.
Who the hell would knock her door like that? A prison door? Like this was her home? Could it be Korra?
Asami hastily shoved the plating back, though her sharpening of it left the metal panelling a little odd looking. Hopefully that was just her engineer brain kicking in. A normal person's brain wouldn't notice such a small difference without really investigating.
"Sato? Get up. Your expertise are required," a voice grumbled at the door. Ghazan. What the hell could he want?
No, this was a chance. Go along with what he says.
"I'm up," Asami replied coldly as she stumbled over to the door.
"No funny business. You don't want to know how quickly I can melt the floor beneath your feet," Ghazan warned as he pulled open the heavy metal door and glared at her. "But just encase you really are that stupid, keep your hands behind your back."
Asami did as told as she walked past him and stared forward. Did Ghazan underestimate her so much that he wasn't even going to put chains on her? Of course he would. She was weaker now. Weaker than when they'd fought in the desert. Much weaker.
"Where's Korra?" Asami asked abruptly.
Ghazan snorted loudly. "I don't know who you're talking about. Now shut your mouth and get moving."
Please don't be dead. Don't be dead.
They walked for a few minutes before Asami quickly realized she had no idea how to get back to her cell, making her heart race. This place really was a maze. She'd get lost in here so easily. The only way someone could find their way around here would be to use the old Earth Kingdom dialect and art work that was scraped into seaweed covered walls in several different places. Make a mental note. Don't forget those symbols. Asami tried to visualize them as road signs of sorts, though she couldn't actually translate the long lost language.
They passed a couple of Red Lotus sentries on duty who pretty much totally ignored them, chatting excitedly amongst themselves about something and someone named Rei. At least that's what the name sounded like.
"In here," Ghazan grumbled as he led them into a make shift recreational lounge. A workers lounge. The ones in Future Industries were a lot nicer.
The space was sparsely decorated with some unstable looking wooden chairs and tables the salty air had started to rot, along with that were a few tapestries with a strange red floral pattern sewn into them. A red lotus. The banners were so old in appearance that Asami really started to question how ancient this group were. Had there been other leaders before Zaheer?
A few other Red Lotus members were scattered around the room, eating, reading or talking with each other. Again, they ignored Asami and continued about their business.
"Fix it," Ghazan commanded as he gestured with a bandaged arm to a battered looking radio in the corner that several other people were sat around.
Asami nodded and shifted towards the device. This was an old model. What were they going to do if she couldn't fix this?
"When was it last working?" Asami asked as she searched for a way to open the back of the radio.
"Couple of days ago. The guys get real pissed off when they can't listen to any of the fights from Omashu," Ghazan gestured to the group sitting nearby of three, relatively young looking men. They also happened to be leering at Asami as she worked.
"I need some tools, something to get the back of this off," Asami explained as a big droplet of water from the roof landed on her nose. This place had to be terrible to live in even for the people who chose to stay here.
Ghazan stepped over and ripped the back plating of the radio off with ease and tossed it down. "There. Now get to work."
Asami glared at him with considerable disdain before he swatted her on the back of the head. It made her blood boil for someone to be so impatient when working with technology. The stupid lava bender might've just broken the damn radio for good with his recklessness.
Still Asami persevered, trying to make her way through the tangling of wires that powered the radio. The dampness inside of here would kill this thing eventually, but that wasn't actually the problem. One of the wires appeared to have come loose and just needed to be shoved back into its corresponding probe. That task would normally only take Asami a few seconds, but she took this chance of freedom instead, subtly examine her surroundings from behind the radio. There were 8 people in here including Ghazan.
Three of them seemed to be of Fire Nation heritage, five Earth Kingdom, all spread across the room. No fighting her way out of here then.
Ghazan looked very ready to hit her again as Asami plugged in the loose wire, the radio coming to life instantly.
The quality of the audio was so crackly but it drew the rest of the Red Lotus in the room to it. What the radio was playing sounded like some kind of official announcement that Ghazan looked liked he wanted to stick around for as the huge lava bender stood with folded arms.
The shrivelled and pompous voice of the Earth Queen began to fill the air and Asami couldn't help but listen in.
"Loyal citizens of the Earth Kingdom, our nation is in grave danger and requires your absolute cooperation. The Avatar with the assistance of several air benders attacked the palace of Ba Sing Se in a failed attempt to take my life, the life of your Queen." Liar. "Our great and glorious country with never bow to the power hungry Avatar Korra and her new Air Nation but I need your help. If you find an air bender, friend, foe or family, you must hand them over to Earth Kingdom security forces for questioning. Your loyalty will not go without reward. The future of your nation depends on you."
With that the announcement ended and the room began to talk with interest amongst themselves. Was Korra now at war with the Earth Kingdom? By proxy, Asami was the enemy as well. Not that she cared. She'd follow Korra anywhere. On top of that the Queen had outright lied to spark panic, hoping that would get citizens to turn against friends and family. What the hell did that old hag want with all those air benders now? Did she still want them for her army?
"One of you lot go and get Zaheer. Now!" Ghazan ordered as he scratched his beard. "He'll definitely want to hear about this."
Several of the guards run off with that order, leaving the room 4 people emptier. The odds were still against Asami significantly. She'd probably die on her feet. Better than living on my knees.
Asami assessed the current positioning of everyone else in the room. Ghazan was the closest, and by the far the most dangerous target. If she could drop him quicker than she'd managed with anyone else in her life then maybe she'd have a slim chance. But only to get out of this room. Then there was Zaheer, Ming Hua, P'li...who knows how many other members...
Impossible.
The sound of foot steps approaching made Ghazan turn away from her and face the hollowed out entrance of the room. Now was perhaps her only chance. Unless he was able to sense the earth in a similar fashion to Lin and Su, then she wouldn't have a hope in hell.
"What's going on Ghazan?" Zaheer's soft voice echoed from the entrance.
"Earth bitch just made an interesting announcement," Ghazan growled as he gestured to the radio.
Asami shifted slightly, trying to get a sight of Zaheer past the huge lava bender before she was halted in her footsteps. A girl, a water tribe girl stood at Zaheer's side.
Was that Korra?
The Avatar...she didn't look anything like the Korra Asami knew so fondly. Korra was dressed in red lotus garb, a black long sleeved cloak with a hood and trimmed with red, along with was metal shoulder pads and bracers. All of her water tribe girl clothing and styling was gone. The wolf tails that gave Korra so much of her charm and childish nature had disappeared, replaced with short brown locks that sat a few inches above her shoulders. She looked like one of them.
However, it wasn't Korra's strange new appearance that was Asami's biggest cause for concern. It was the Avatar's eyes. The blackness of the skin underneath them and the red lines running across the white of the eye suggested that Korra hadn't slept in many, many days. She looked a tortured shell of her former self, her expression dull and lifeless. Zaheer had made her into some Red Lotus doll he appeared to have absolute control over.
"Korra! Korra it's me!" Asami began shouting as she shoved her way past Ghazan.
"What's she doing here Ghazan?! Get Sato back in her cell now!" Zaheer ordered with wide eyes when he finally took note of the engineer's presence.
"I didn't know you were bringing her down here!" Ghazan roared in response as he tried to grab Asami, only catching the collar of her Future Industries jacket and pulling it clean off whilst the engineer wriggled free.
Zaheer tried to knock Asami back with a quick gust of air but she was far too close, dodging underneath it and reaching up for any material on Korra's cloak then gripping the top of the Avatar's arms like a vice.
Korra wouldn't even look at Asami, staring forward at something intangible.
A pair of strong hands around Asami's waist tried to wrench her back, to separate the pair. The room was filled with shouting and angry exchanges, particularly between Zaheer and Ghazan but Asami wouldn't let go, not yet. They'd have to break her ribs first.
"Korra! Korra! Look at me Korra!" Asami shouted desperately as she shook the Avatar viciously by the shoulders.
"Get her off! Ghazan!" Zaheer boomed as he tried pulled Korra in the opposite direction.
"You know me Korra! Whatever Zaheer told you is a lie!" she shouted as loudly as her voice could go, feeling her waist beginning to ache from the shear force of Ghazan pulling. "You know me Korra! I'm Asami!"
Suddenly the Avatar's eyes went wide as she started to tremble in Asami's grip. She was no longer staring into the distance but right at the engineer, her blue eyes shifting rapidly as though searching for something. Please Korra. Fight.
"You're dead...you're supposed to be dead..." Korra murmured to herself as she searched Asami's face frantically. "Dead. Dead. Dead. You told me my friend was dead...the Earth Queen..." she continued, turning her head slightly towards Zaheer. What garbage had that maniac shoved in Korra's head?
"This isn't your friend. This is a traitor to our cause, a prisoner. Now step away Rei," Zaheer commanded with a strange warmth.
Korra didn't shift for a few seconds as Asami stared at her desperately, pleading for a flash of recognition. But nothing came as the Avatar shook free of her grip and stepped back beside her new master, arms rigid at her sides.
"No...what the hell did you do to her!?" Asami cried furiously as she squirmed in Ghazan's grip and pounded the lava bender's arms, she had to reach Zaheer. Punish him in any way she could think of. "You monster! You're all a pack of monsters!"
"I think this prisoner has spouted quite enough lies, don't you?" Zaheer coldly suggested as he placed a hand on Korra's arm and guided her out of the room.
"I concur," Ghazan nodded as his leader exited. "I'm not taking any chances with you Sato. There's no way in hell you're going back to your cell quietly is there?" The lava bender then raised a piece of stone in preparation.
He was 100% right in that assumption.
"Thanks for fixing the radio."
End Notes
Oh dang...every time I settled with a definite plot for this story I kept making it darker and darker with every step ahaha.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter regardless, a lot of key things for the future of the story occurred. If you are actually wondering, I'd say that Zaheer probably had Korra out of her cell and under that reprogramming process for at least a week, and very intensive at that.
-What's he done will be explained a little more in the next chapter in terms of what rubbish he's put in Korra's head. She still thinks she's the Avatar, but her past and her name, her entire history and heritage has been manipulated by Zaheer to suit the Red Lotus ideology.
-That little flash of something in Korra at the end there was not because she knew who Asami was, but she did feel a warmth from her that suggest some kind of close friendship, hence she assumed it was this lost friend Zaheer had spoke about, again this will be explained next chapter, probably.
-Fun little fact, the name Rei means 'Zero' or 'Nothing' in Japanese. Thought it was quite appropriate in terms of what Zaheer had done. Blank canvas and all that.
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