A/N: Heads up, this A/N is just about my guesses for the World Cup matches going on tomorrow which look to be some great matches. Australia should beat Spain, it'll be close though and really could go either way. Netherlands should beat Chili, again, this'll be a really close match so it could go either way. Brazil better beat Cameroon, if they don't they should be embarrassed. I hope the Croatians beat Mexico, Mexico has a killer defense and great keeper but I think the Crows just have more commitment to the game and more drive, it will be close though. Those are my guesses and hopes, I'll have to wait and see though!

Chapter 15
-It's Burning-

"Can't this thing go any faster?" I ask as I ready my assault rifle.

"No, what's wrong Mav?" Lorin asks as he watches me nervously squirm in my seat.

"Some guys were pissed at Haynes." I explain hastily. "They must not know he's dead because they're sending a squad of Suns to the warehouse right now!"

"So?"

"The message said they had orders to kill everyone in the facility until they find Haynes." I say grimly. "They're going to do anything to find Haynes, I know they will, I would."

"Well, we're only a minute or two out so we'll be there soon." Lorin shrugs. "I wouldn't worry about it, we'll stop them."

"Yeah, we will." I say with conviction.

"Anything I should know?"

"Five Suns and probably the guy who wants Haynes." I tell him.

"Childs play."

The skycar hovers to a stop before lowering to the ground and opening up. I immediately charge out of the car and start sprinting to the warehouse, ignoring the pain building in my legs as I run. I start shoving anybody who didn't get out of my way aside, making a b-line to Warehouse 01.

I reach the main door, opening it without hesitation and storming in Lancer at the ready. There isn't anyone in the lobby so I move forward towards the front desk, leaning over it to make sure nobody's behind it before moving on to Haynes old office.

Haynes's office is empty too, but there is C-Sec shit everywhere. Little markers left on the table, next to the bottle of pills and another next to the bottle of scotch smashed on the floor. Where the hell is C-Sec? They should be here, why the fuck aren't they here?

"What the hell is all this?" I here Lorin ask from behind me.

"They were investigating Haynes's suicide."

"Where is C-Sec?" he asks as he walks into the room.

"No idea." I say as I start to jog out of the room. "I don't like it, but it's not important. We need to find Aila and the others."

We make our way across the hall and I open the door to the warehouse, a sea of crates laid out before my and no friends to be found.

"-Got a body.-" Lorin says as he nudges me, pointing off to our right. As we jog up to the body I open the private channel and shut of my external speakers. As we near the body I see it's a Blue Sun, a batarian lying face down in a pool of blood. I flip him over, trying to ignore the blood and see he has two large scratches over his face and another two ripping across his throat. "-Turians claws, I've seen that before.-"

Pac, it has to be him. "They're in here somewhere, let's go." I say as I start to sprint my way down the length of the warehouse. I have to find them, I've done so much to help them and I'm not letting that all go to shit because pf some whack job.

"-Wait!-" calls out as he falls behind.

"No."

I sprint around the corner and I see some Blue Suns standing around my friends, weapons lazily hanging from their hands as some human guy rants on about Haynes. Aila, Saylem, Broadway, my two replacements all look fine. Pac looks a little beat up and has red blood all over his right hand, I knew that was Pac.

The man look very annoyed as he paces around, muttering about Haynes as he shakes a pistol in the air. He must be the one who sent that message, he has to be.

"I've had enough, he can't be dead!" the man cries as he waves his pistol about. "Tell me where he is now, or she dies!" he yells as he walks over to my friends.

He reaches his pistol out and presses it against Aila's head. Fuck, I've gotta go now. I run towards them, lowering my mass so my feet don't hit the ground as hard. I get twenty feet away from them before I see a flash of blue slip under my vision and I crash to the ground, sliding a few feet before I feel a knee on my back and hear a click on the back of my helmet.

"-I told you to wait bosh'tet.-" Lorin sighs in my ear.

"Drop it." The Blue Sun growls. I turn my head to see him, he's about my age and has a cockiness about him, his rifle is pressed against my head underneath my barriers. "Looky what we've got here boys!" he chants, getting the other mercs attention as he grabs my rifle from my hands and tosses it aside. "We gotta hero!"

The mercs laugh as they walk over to me, weapons leveled off with my head. The crazy man has stopped pointing his gun at Aila though, so that's good but now he's staring at me, wide eyed and confused.

"Bring him here!" the man yells, causing the mercs to grab me and shove me towards him. As they push me forward I feel them taking all of my weapons, grenades and all. The merc who caught me hooks his fingers around my helmet and disconnects it before jarring it off my head.

"This is a nice helmet!" he laughs as he looks over it, eyeing it before pulling it over his own head. "I think I'll borrow it if you don't mind, actually I think we both know I'm keepin' it." He jeers as he shoves me again.

"Trust me, you're borrowing it." I correct as I glare at the punk.

"Whatever tough guy." Another Sun says as I feel another shove.

I don't know where Lorin went, but they haven't mentioned him so I assume he's out here somewhere. For now I just have to wait for these idiots to bring me closer to the guy, then the fun can begin. They finally stop me about six feet from the man and he starts looking me up and down.

"Where's Haynes?" he asks.

"Dead." I shrug. The guy immediately looks annoyed and starts to twitch and fidget around.

"No! Tell me now!" he screams as he charges up to me, pointing his pistol at my face.

Before he can get within a foot of me I rush forward, weaving around his pistol and slamming my head into his, his pistol firing off a shot over my shoulder. He falls back like a sack of potatoes and I swing around and tackle the first Blue Sun I see, hearing shots ring out from afar as we tumble to the ground.

I raise my hand and bring it down on the Suns helmet with a higher mass, cracking the casing with a sound similar to rock hitting rock. I roll off of him and see the other three guards firing their weapons at me, each round giving me a jolt against by barriers.

I feel my barriers start to weaken under the barrage and finally crack, a searing pain erupting from my arm. I charge into the one on the left, attempting to get away from the pain more than attacking a Sun, driving my shoulder into his chest as I take up the space he once stood in. The Sun slides along the floor with his chest plate cracked like a road map, his friends stunned for a moment before adjusting their aim.

I turn to the other two, fully expecting to be shot but I see the furthest Sun tilting his head to the side with a bullet trailing out of his visor, a Jetstream of blood following it. The one wearing my helmet hears the Suns behind him fall to the ground and turns around to see his dead friend, the neat hole in the back of his helmet and even more in his back. His eyes flick up to Lorin who is casually sitting atop a pill of crates with a smoking rifle, Lorin giving him a cocky nod before hopping off the crates.

He looks back to me and tightens his finger around his trigger but the small burst bounces off my now full barriers until a hiss of steam erupts from the side of the rifle instead. "Shit!" he panics and turn around to run but immediately falls to the ground when he trips over Lorin's extended leg.

I walk up to him as scrambles backwards, holding out my hand as I walk. He stops and reaches out to grab my hand but I move it's away, curling my finger in a give it to me motion. He slowly takes off my helmet and hands it to me. I pull it over my head and am greeted by my HUD connecting to my Omni-tool as I activate the helmets seal. I look over at my arm which feels like it's on fire, the bullet just grazed the flesh but it still drew blood. Luckily my armor sealed the wound so I don't have to keep pressure on it, but it still fucking hurts.

"Thanks." I say as turn my back to him and walk to my friends. Lorin walks by me towards the Sun, nodding at me as he passes. As I kneel down to in front of my friends as I hear the Sun yell in protest before a long burst of automatic fire echoes through the warehouse. "Are you guys ok?"

They all nod as they get to their feet, Pac getting up a bit slower than the others. Everyone is fine, even the two new asari who by the way, look very shaken up, flinching every time a shot rings out to silence a mercenaries moans. I try to ignore that.

"Good, you need to get out of here." I say as I look at the crazy man who is starting to wake up. I walk over to him and let a warp slide off my hand onto his pistol and lean over him. "Get up." I order.

"Fuck you!" he says as he lashes up at me.

"No, fuck you!" I yell as I grab him and rip him to his feet. "You came here and threaten my friends, trying to find a dead man?"

"He isn't dead!" he yells. "He can't be, he… he needs to get what coming to him! You have no idea what I've been through!" he cries.

"I know exactly what you've been through." I tell him calmly, still keeping a firm grip on him. "But Haynes is dead, trust me."

"Did you kill him?" he asks, calming down a bit. I look back to my friends, not sure what to say, I don't even know if I can trust this lunatic. Probably not.

"No, he committed suicide." I tell him as I turn back to him.

He doesn't like this news, at all. He shoves off of me as he flails his arms about, screaming how I'm a liar, how we're all liars.

"What the fuck is this guy's problem?" Lorin asks as he holsters his rifle.

"I don't know." I say as I shake my head. "I guess he had a whole revenge fantasy with Haynes, now that he can't get it he's freaking out." I whisper.

"Well, take care of him." Lorin says, a little too darkly. "I had to clean up your mess while you had your little chat with shakes over there." He says, twirling his finger at the man who is now shaking his arms in frustration.

Great, more shit from Haynes. How is it that this asshole can still make my life I living hell from a box in Omega? Still, I can't kill this guy, he looks like he's been wronged more than me. I can't just leave him be either, he could be dangerous and he clearly isn't going to let this go.

[Just kill him you pansy.]

Great, you again.

{You should go get him help, he could really use it.}

Yeah but what do I do? Just dump him in the loony bin? I don't even know if there is one here.

[Use the extranet you wad.]

Did you just call me a wad? That's… kinda awesome, I'm might use that.

{Do the right thing.}

I'm going to have to, there's no way I can kill him.

[He tried to kill your friends! Fucking shoot him or crush his head or something!]

I can't, if he's like this now… he could have been me, and if that was me I would want help.

I open my Omni-tool and call C-Sec, letting them know what happened despite Lorin's protest and insults.

I was questioned for a while by C-Sec, which annoyed me to no end but when Broadway threatened to press charges because the officers weren't doing their job in Haynes's office they let it go. They had someone take a look at my arm and she gave me some Medi-gel and wrapped it up, apparently it should heal in a few weeks. Though apparently this whole situation was added to my record which by now has to look pretty shitty, I've killed how many people so far? Seven? I… I don't like that I've lost count.

I get back to Aila's apartment and see her sitting on the couch, I say hey just to let her know I'm here before walking over and opening my armor cases. I start methodically taking off my armor and placing them in their respective spots, save for my right glove that has a bit of blood on it from punching one of the Suns. Must've shot out from the casing.

I leave on my pants for Aila's sake and grab my clothes as I head off to the bathroom. I pull of my pants and unseal the under armor but stop at my waist. I step up closer to the mirror and run my fingers along my chest, tracing the bruises that outline where my armor was the thickest. It must have been from the explosion, I can even see the bruises surrounding where my grenade pouches were.

No point in gawking at them though, that won't make them go away. I peel off the gel armor and toss it and the glove in the washing machine before hopping in the shower. By the time I'm done my shower my armor's washed and I take it out and fold it up. I toss on my clothes and pull on my hat and head out of the bathroom. I put away my glove and armor and tuck the case into the corner of the room and call back to Aila.

"Crazy day eh?" I laugh as I walk to the couch. "Explosions, kidnappings…" I go on as I sit down next to her. She doesn't say anything back though, she just sits there. I lean forward and see that she's been crying, the white surrounding her blue eye is red and there's still a trail of drying tears running down her face. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask softly as I wrap my arm around her, trying not to flinch when I stretch my injured arm.

"I could have died today." She says quietly.

Shit, I didn't even think to ask if Aila was ok. I didn't think to ask anyone if they were ok, they were in a hostage situation for shits sake. God now I feel like an asshole.

"Come here." I say as I pull her into a hug. She scrunches up into a ball and leans against me, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. "You're ok."

"Only because of you." She chuckles over a sob.

"No, I would have died if Lorin wasn't there. Plus Pac helped too, he got that one guy pretty good." I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

"You know it was you." She says. "That's all you do is help."

"No, I sleep now and then." I smirk. "There was that one time I ate something."

"I don't think you're from this universe."

…

"I, uhh…" I stammer. Why the hell would she ask that? Does she know? How could she?

"You must have been sent by the goddess herself, to help the needy." She goes on.

I let out a huge sigh of relief as I let my head hang back. "Not really, I've hurt more people than I've helped."

"That's not true." She shakes her head.

"I've killed people Aila." I counter. "I never thought I would ever have to kill somebody but now I've kill more than I can count on one hand."

"You did that to help people though." She says, trying to make me feel better.

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing." She assures me. "When you did those things it was to help people and when it wasn't it was self-defense."

"It's not the ends, it's the means." I explain. I open my hand and a small biotic orb starts to roll around my palm and hold it out for Aila to see. "This." I say, bobbing the orb up and down. "This doesn't kill, it… it maims. Only one person died instantly, the rest died slowly. I watched people struggle for air after I took away their lungs."

"James…" she says, sitting up and looking at me.

"I watched someone be in so much pain, he tried to kill himself by smashing his head of the ground like an animal!" I shout, closing the biotics in my hand before I wipe my hand down my face as I compose myself. I feel Aila's hand reach up to my chin, forcing me to look at her.

"You are a good person." She tells me. I can see the honesty in her eyes, I know she means it and that actually makes everything feel ok.

We sit there in silence for a good few minutes before Aila speaks up. "How many people do you think are out there?" she asks, changing the subject.

"Jesus, I don't know." I say as I shake my head at the odd question. "Gotta be close to a trillion right?"

"No." she says in an annoyed tone. "People like that man, people like us."

"I hope it's just us." I say truthfully, even though I know it's not. There has to be more, probably people worse off than us. The crazy guy definitely had it worse or he was weak willed, either way it's still shitty. I hope Haynes starves in that fucking box.

"I hope so too, I wish it was nobody at all but at least let it just be us."

We sit there for a bit, I don't know if I can just leave or not. I've never really had to console somebody like this but then again I've never thought I'd be in a situation like this. A part of me doesn't want to leave, just to sit here for the rest of the night but I have to go get that medication.

Aila finally relaxes her arms and I take this cue to let her go. I stand up and start to make my way to the door.

"I'm headed out." I tell her as put on my jacket. "I'll be back in about an hour."

"Where are you going?" she asks, standing up from the couch.

"I gotta…" I think of something to tell her, something other than I'm going to go get my cancer medication so I have a slightly better chance at not dying. "Go talk to Lorin about something, just a quick drink. I'm thinking he should come and work for us." At least that part is true.

"I think that's a great idea." She smiles. "Tell him I said thank you!" she calls as I get in the elevator.

"I will."

I arrive at the biotic facility and I have to say it feels good to actually pay for your own cab. Saves me the trouble of a long walk too. In the cab ride I called Lorin and asked if he would work for Icarus, to my surprise he actually said yes without making any smart ass remarks about the logo.

I walk in and am greeted by the receptionist who tells me to sit and wait. I take a seat and start to wait, quickly getting bored and trying my luck at making a singularity. I'm getting closer and closer but I can only get it as small as a golf ball. One day I'll get it but for now I'm being called forward.

"Hello Mr. Matticks." The doctor smiles, I just now realize I have no idea what her name is so I skirt around it.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, how are you?" she asks as she leads me to her office.

"I've been better I won't lie." I nod as she open a door and we walk in. "Just here to pick up my not die pills."

I see the doctor's put off by my bluntness and I giggle inside a little, I love making people uncomfortable, it truly is one of my favorite pass times. To her credit she pushes through it and continues to act professionally.

"Well, they aren't technically pills." She says as she pulls out a datapad. "They are small capsules that are loaded into and injector and administered via auto needle."

"What's an auto needle?" I ask.

"It's just like a regular needle." She assures me as she hands me the datapad. "You just hit a button and it injects the shot quickly, there is no manual pump."

"Cool." I nod as I read the datapad, finding out it's a bill. The whole 365 doses cost just over 27,000 credits. "I'll take them all, thanks."

We get the pricing sorted out and I'm given a case of doses with the auto needle inside of it. The needle is only about four inches long and about half an inch thick, the doses are only the size of a pea which surprised me.

"Would you like to see how it works?" the doctor asks as I stare into the case.

"Sure." I say as I grab a dose and the needle.

The needle has a small little chamber which the dose is loaded into, then you just put it over your arm and move it around until the red light goes green, letting you know you're over a vein, then you just hit the button and you're good to go.

"Now if I miss a few doses am I screwed or what?" I ask as I close the case.

"No, you can miss up to seven days without taking the doses" she says to my surprise. "You just have to take whatever you missed when you start up again, it might make you feel a little woozy for an hour or so."

"Thanks doc." I nod as I close the case.

In less than a few minutes I get everything paid for and I'm good to go, it actually feels good to get this out of the way. I tried to forget about the cancer, at least not let it bother me but now I don't think I'll be worried when I do think about it.

I let out a sigh when I exit the facility and smile the whole way home.

I walk out of the elevator and enter Aila's apartment, immediately greeted by the smell of home cooking. I quickly jog over past the living room and tuck the cancer case with my armor cases before I sit down on the couch, searching the extranet for a place that will deliver scotch. I find a place almost instantly and purchase a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue, two nice glasses and a small flask that I'm almost positive will fit in one of my armor pouches. You know, for… sterilizing wounds and stuff… yeah, wounds and stuff.

"What did Lorin say?" Aila calls out from the kitchen. I decide to go in and join her, answering her as I walk.

"He said he would love to join." I say as I walk into the kitchen. "I sent his info to Pac, he is officially in Icarus employ. I'd recommend him for a Contractor."

"Would you now?" she smirks. "What make you think you have the authority to do that?"

"Well." I say folding my arms behind my back, trying to look like I'm a professional. "As Icarus's first Contractor, with my wealth of knowledge and combat experience, I believe Mr. Nazza's adaptability on the field and informative chatter makes him an ideal candidate."

"Well Mr. Matticks." She says as she adds some spice to the food. "I'll file that away somewhere."

I smile and tip an imaginary hat at Aila. "Thank ya ma'am."

I walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, unscrewing the lid and taking a long swig as I lean on the open door of the fridge. As I drink I look over and notice Aila is looking at me so I stop and screw the lid back on. "You ok?" I ask as I close the fridge and tuck the bottle in my back pocket.

"Yeah." She smiles, still looking at me as she stirs the food about the frying pan.

"Ok." I shrug, walking past her and into the living room.

My Omni-tool pings as I toss the bottle on the couch and plop down next to it, opening my Omni-tool as I sink comfortably into the couch. It's from the good folks on the Expedition. I scroll over the first one from Waiter.

Maverick

Glad you're liking the Citadel, some great bars on that place! I did too break Jase's arm! Sorry it took so long to get back to you, and it sucks that it will be even longer after this message. We're on a mission and it'll probably take a few months, maybe a year. Also Mack showed me the pick of your new chick, bravo my friend, bravo!

Warrant Officer Hayden K. Waittens.

I hit the reply button and start to type away.

Waiter

Yeah, I love it here. Haven't had much money for drinking but it just turned around. I'm actually the CEO of a company now, so I'm rolling in credits! Don't get killed when you're out there, the universe would come to a stop if you got hurt Waiter! And that's Aila, and there is no need for applause, we're friends. I was just bugging Mack!

Mav

I hit send and scroll onto the next message, it's from Mack.

Maverick

She looks expensive, must have set you back a pretty penny.

Staff Sargent Makenzie S. Lorri

I smile as I reply to Mack.

Mack

Mack, resorting to these petty jabs won't fill the hole in your heart.

With love, Maverick

There's no message from Jase, not sure why but there's probably a reason for it, though I hope It's not a bad reason.

The doorbell rings and I look over at Aila who shrugs at me, so I hop over the couch and walk to the door. I open it and see nobody, until I look down and see a volus. Hey my first volus!

"Can I help you?" I ask as I raise a brow at the volus.

"I have an order…cshhh…for a James Matticks." He says as he holds out a sharp looking wooden box.

"Thanks." I say as I take the box and close the door. I walk over to the kitchen and set the wood box on the table.

It's not that big, maybe one square foot and eight inches deep. It's got sharp edges and a nice smooth varnish. I open it and am shocked when it's my scotch, Jesus that came fast, like, amazon drone fast. The bottle is lying label up with the two glasses stacked next to it and the flask under that. It's actually very classy, it make me feel classy just looking at it.

"What is it?" Aila asks from the kitchen.

"Liquor!" I yell back excitedly.

"Well it's just in time for dinner." She says as she nods her head at the table, two plates full of food on each end.

I walk over and place the box on a counter, opening the bottle and pouring myself two fingers, neat.

"Want some?" I ask, turning to Aila as I tip over the second glass.

"Is it good?" she asks, eyeing the bottle.

"My favorite." I smile. "But it's pretty much the opposite of asari drinks, not fruity and strong."

"I'll try it." She says reluctantly, so I pour her a very small amount, not even half a mouthful.

I walk over and slide her the glass, sitting at my seat and smelling the food she cooked. I guess it's a surf and turf, I see seafood as well as meat so I'm thinking its asari surf and turf.

I take a bite and watch as Aila eyes the drink, trying not to smile at what's unfolding. She lifts up the glass and is looking at the small amount I've given her, almost questioning it as she looks at my glass. She smells it and her nose crinkles as the aroma tickles it, then she takes a sip. I smirk when her eyes water and her face twists as she swallows the drink.

"Why would you drink this?" she coughs as she looks at me like I'm crazy. I laugh as I take a sip of my own drink.

"You don't like it?" I say with a smirk.

"No." she deadpans as she pushes the drink away, I gladly take it and finish the small amount she had left.

"More for me." I shrug as I reach over and put the glass on the counter.

The rest of the night goes on, we finished our dinner and watch an asari movie. To be honest it wasn't that interesting, it was about two politicians who were on opposing sides but they secretly loved each other. Typical girly fluff, but the actors and set pieces were great so it wasn't completely unbearable. After that we eventually went off to bed, ready for whatever tomorrow brought.

My eyes slowly creek open as I wake up, the apartment filled with light and the sound of a shower running filling my ears. I roll off the couch and catch myself on my hands and knees before pushing myself to my feet. I stumble into the kitchen and find the coffee maker just finished its brew, I must be up early then, normally it's Aila who makes the coffee.

I'm about to grab two mugs but I notice there are already two mugs sitting on the counter, sugar and cream already in them. I reach over and pour a splash of scotch into one and then fill the both of them up, taking them into the living room.

I notice Aila forgot her clothes on her dresser, so I walk over and place her coffee next to them and start drinking my own. I'm halfway finished when Aila tiptoes out of the bathroom.

"Morning." I say in a raspy morning voice, as I walk towards the bathroom.

"Sorry." She says sheepishly, pulling her towel tighter as she walk over to her dresser.

I don't say anything as I walk into the bathroom, it's too early to be poking fun even though this would be a great time to bring up the locker room problem from earlier. I toss my clothes into the washer and down my coffee before taking a shower, cursing at myself for forgetting to buy shampoo. Once I'm done I pull on my now clean clothes and walk out of the bathroom.

The first thing I see is Aila standing still, wearing a black pair of pants and a black bra, clutching her shirt in her hand.

"This isn't a locker room!" I whine in a high pitched voice as I make exaggerated hand gestures. I wait for a response but I don't get one. "Aila?" I ask, trying to get her attention.

But she just stands there, like she's frozen. She looks at me when I walk up to her and see she looks incredibly worried, her mouth curls to say something but loses the words before it can. She looks back away from me and I follow her gaze. I see the TV playing the news as my Omni-tool beeps an alert, but I ignore it because I know what it is. It's Eden Prime.

And it's burning.

R/R

Kaiya Smith: I never got that, I thought it was cool seeing Fist in me2 but was disappointed when he want in me3, oh well. Thanks, I thought it would be a great way to get someone to do what you want, I know I would do pretty much anything to get out of that!

Spiritstrike: Haha, that's awesome! Glad you get that excited about it! I always love writing Lorin and Mav banter. The logo is basically this symbol [I] just a box thingy with a capital i in it. Uhh, not the best choice of words, but you didn't know what I was talking about, which makes me laugh! I saw the new story, I might give it a read eventually, not keen on the Transformers because I know nothing about the lore but who knows, I might like it. The story I'm talking about though was a bit more… hmm what's the word… sticky?

OBSERVER01: Well he got the meds, the first step to recovery for our boy Mav!

.77: Thanks man, its only gunna get better from here!

Michae1ange1o: Hmm, that's kinda cool. Thanks man, I don't really think the Suns would care, as long as they get paid right?

Niras91: Thank you, it was fun to write! I love writing the Lorin/Mav moments, I really do. Not quite time for explaining, but it's going to come up eventually. I thought "Do not stand behind the charge" was pretty funny, glad you liked it! Yeah there are a bunch of German words that are hard to translate I hear. I was actually rooting for Ghana (my buddy's from Ghana) and that match was awesome! So close! My picks for tomorrow are in the A/N, can't wait for tomorrow, it's gunna be a good day!

general-joseph-dickson: Somewhat, nothing too crazy.

CrimsonKnight117: Gotta love those cliffhangers! Yup all the bills are paid, meds are bought too so Mavs set. Thanks man, lots of people lovin' Lorin! Once again, thank you for the review, I will try!

XRaiderV1: Anvil's a bit much in retrospect, brick maybe…