I made a sharp turn at the corner of the street and selected 'Yosuke' from my contact list; I then set the phone to speaker and placed the device on my lap.

"Hello?"

The sirens blared from the background and I could just barely make out the cries of the bystanders.

"Yosuke, where do I go?"

"There is a warehouse about 50-60 miles away from the office."

Fifty to sixty miles?

"Oh!" I exclaimed at the recollection. "Is it near the exit you would normally take to Kyoto?"

"Yeah, but 10 miles before you reach the exit."

"Okay, I think I know the warehouse you're talking about. I'll try to get there as quickly as possible, but until I do, just talk to the guy – keep his mind preoccupied till I get there."

"Okay."

I threw my phone onto the passenger's seat, and pressed my foot harder on the gas pedal – pushing the speed of my car to about eighty or ninety miles per hour. I truly hoped that the worst would not occur before I reached my destination.

x

Ikuto POV

With a scowl on my face, I proceeded through the building – my hand lingering over the holster of my gun.

Flashback

"Ikuto, come in here."

I looked at my chief and nodded my head, following him into his office. He took a seat at his desk and motioned for me to follow likewise. His beady brown eyes monitored mine carefully as I sat.

"I have an assignment for you."

"So you said earlier," I muttered. "What is it this time?"

"You've shown immense qualification for assignments in this field."

In the period of silence, my mind drifted slowly to Amu. She had seemed so worried and disappointed at the knowledge of my latest mission. I wondered how dark the brightness of her golden eyes went when she learned this.

Sighing, I was brought out of the sub-consciousness of my thoughts when the Chief thrust out a manila envelope in my direction. I wordlessly grabbed it from him and flipped it open.

Sagachi Hitsune.

"He's a factory owner," I mused to myself lightly. "What's the deal here, Chief?"

"We need him dead. He's been running illegal tests on victims he's found on the streets after kidnapping two government employees from the research department and torturing them for information on a chip supposedly needed to grant civilians a defense mechanism that could be built into their bodies."

A deep frown cascaded my brows as I slid the folder towards him once more.

"This doesn't seem like a one-person mission, Chief. What game are you attempting to play here?"

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"You're too cocky Tsukiyomi if you believe that I would be sending you by yourself – I'm not a risk taker. And needless to say, I won't stand for my officers to be in peril. You'll be accompanied by Hitoshi – you remember him, correct? He was in your team during the Hidetoshi mission."

I nodded my head, feeling a pump of adrenaline rush through me as I reminisced the moments he and I would be fighting together as a team against the members of Hidetoshi's gang.

"Where is he now?" I asked noticing his absence of presence within the office.

The Chief shook his head and immediately raised a finger to massage his temple.

"He left the minute I told him the assignment. He should already be there."

End of Flashback

What a moron, I thought to myself with frustration. How was I supposed to find him without rousing the attention of Sagachi?

I turned at the corner of the warehouse and found myself in an enlarged hallway with stacks of boxes on either side. Something that had tugged me eerily from the beginning had been the lack of security at the warehouse. Surely a person running illegal tests on humans and even capturing officials from the board of research located in the government must've up kept some type of security.

In the midst of my thoughts, I was oblivious to the approaching footsteps coming behind me. And it wasn't until the figure was two feet away that I turned around to see him holding a gun. Blinded by the cheap fluorescent lighting of the warehouse, I raised my gun and stepped forward, only to have a bucket of cold water drenched over me when I saw Hitoshi's overexerted grin.

A surge of frustration went through me as I raised my arm and punched him in the face.

"Ow! Why'd you punch me?"

"For being stupid," I muttered returning my gun to its holster.

A cheeky grin replaced his frown as he snaked his arm around my neck.

"Don't tell me I scared you Ikuto."

My brow twitched and I found myself striking a punch to his other cheek and started walking again.

"Ow…that's not how you treat your best friend," he mumbled sourly.

Thoroughly annoyed, I couldn't help but smile at his behavior – I really had missed his noisy banter.

x

"Do you think we're here?" asked Hitoshi staring at the dark room with a frown.

Shrugging, I pulled out my lighter and struck it, a ball of flame illuminating a small perimeter of the room.

"Hey, see if you can find a light switch," I ordered lightly.

There was a crash and just as I whirled around, a surge of light drowned out the flame of my lighter. Pushing the plastic item into my pocket, my eyes travelled around the room. There was nothing – nothing but cardboard boxes taking up space.

"Ikuto, this was the lowest area of the warehouse, right?

I nodded.

"Maybe he escaped."

"Not possible," I answered searching the room once more thoroughly. "I've stationed a team of cops around the perimeter of building – they would call me if he had escaped. And if there was a likely chance that he did indeed escape, there should be remnants of his experiments."

There was silence.

"Ikuto, this might sound weird, but what if the floor we're on, really isn't the lowest level?"

My mind mulled over the newly formed theory. If Hitoshi was correct, then that would explain the lack of security. I raised my foot and kicked a nearby box – they were too heavy for the average person to lift single-handedly.

"Hitoshi, start moving the boxes to the sides of the room, leave no box in the middle."

"What purpose would that serve?

"Let's say this really isn't the lower floor," I began picking up a box and placing it at the corner of the wall. "Then that would mean that there should be another entrance somewhere."

Catching my drift, Hitoshi began lifting boxes at a time and placing them at the sides of the room. After a while, I wiped the beads of sweat lining my forehead and stared at the wooden floor in eager triumph.

"You were right," I said bending down to trace the wooden square on the ground.

"Should I report it to the Chief?"

I nodded my head, and began to unlatch the rope that tied the hidden door to the metal loop attached to the ground.

"Chief, this is Hitoshi calling, so far the mission slash investigation is progressing smoothly. Sagachi has created, what we believe, an underground entrance to his laboratory."

"Okay, continue as directed. As a precaution, I'll send another set of officers into the entrance level of the building. Be careful."

"Ready to go?" I asked once the call had ended.

With the nod of his head, I pulled the door open, and began to move down into the entrance with the ladder stationed to the side. The ladder seemed to extend nearly 15 feet before it hit the ground – my knees pounding with the drums of fatigue once my foot reached the concrete which paved the way of an adequately lit hallway.

The hallway, contrary to what I believed, did not extend very far. Instead, it widened into a room that provided access to four other rooms – which you could arrive to by walking through another set of hallways.

"For God sakes," muttered Hitoshi. "What a bullshit move."

"Hitoshi," I started before he could say another word. "Take the first two tunnels; I'll take the last two. If you see Sagachi or the experiments give me a page or a call. The same goes for me."

"Can I fire three consecutive gunshots?"

A grin formed on my lips.

"Sure."

X

The first hallway didn't seem to be too demanding; like the first one Hitoshi and I had taken, this was also adequately lit and seemed to lead to another room. The concrete pathway suddenly came to an abrupt halt, leaving me face to face with an iron gate that blocked the entrance into the destined space.

Frowning, I looked around for something to use in my attempt to pry the bars of the gate open. My eyes immediately landed on the metal panel installed onto the wall beside the entrance; on it was a small red button that had an even smaller white label under it reading 'open'.

Shaking my head in Sagachi's pure stupidity, I pressed the button, noticing simultaneously the faded 'caution' label plastered above the metal panel. My brows knitted in together, the room seemed to be a cross between a storage space and somebody's bedroom. There was a shabby bed placed in the corner of the room and almost three to four feet away from it was a small circular mirror with cracks in it. Below it was a chipped porcelain sink and a toilet sitting a foot away.

The shadows casting the room didn't allow me to see much, but for what I did see, the rest of the space seemed to be cluttered with an assortment of boxes. Dragging a hand through my hair, I stepped forward and opened one of the boxes to see it filled with various screws and bolts. The next box over was filled with miscellaneous items such as broken knives or shattered glass. I immediately fished through my pocket and pulled out my cell.

"Did you find something?" asked Hitoshi.

"Kind of, I found Sagachi's storage space for his experiments."

"Swear you have all the luck. The first tunnel was a total bust; it led to a dead end. I'm about to check out the next one."

Before I could answer, there was a gunshot – the bullet whizzing past me but slightly grazing my arm. I released a painful groan.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Dunno," I answered. "I think someone found me."

"Dude, can I come over and assist?"

Was I imagining it or did he really sound exited?

"No, go to the next one. Sagachi might be aware of our presence."

Just as I was about to end the call, another gunshot erupted and shot me in the arm leading me to collapse on the ground. Biting the inside of my cheek, I threw my cell on the ground and immediately pulled out my gun.

"Hehehe, I found a little mouse."

The darkness cast onto the room blinded my vision.

"Ooh, master will be so happy to see that I've caught a mouse."

Another gunshot erupted and I immediately fell to the ground, the bullet missing me by a few inches.

"Fuck," I hissed, feeling the blood from my wound trickle down the length of my arm.

Amu POV

I pulled up in front of the warehouse and just as I was getting out of the car, Yosuke ran up to me breathless.

"Amu, he's not listening."

I took note of the weary caution in his eyes; my own eyes however blazed with pure determination.

"Where is he?"

Yosuke handed me his cellphone.

"He's the first number on the contact list."

Walking away from him, I went up to a group of officers – one of whom was holding a notepad in his hand.

"I need information regarding the suspect on the building."

The officer's beady eyes rested on mine before returning his attention to his with a frustrated sigh notepad.

"Yuiki Sanjou. 28. Male. Do you want me to continue?"

"You obviously have more than that written."

He released another frustrated sigh.

"He likes tigers. He got a scholarship to a college in America, but couldn't go. His favorite color is gray and –

"Stop," I muttered rubbing a finger on my temple. "Who was 'negotiating'?"

The cops pointed to Yosuke who merely shrugged.

"This is useless information."

"I didn't know what to say."

I resisted the urge to curse.

"What about the girls? Did you ask what their state of condition was in?"

When I received silence, I cursed and dragged a hand through my hair – a habit I'd picked up from Ikuto.

I handed the officer the notepad and called Yuiki.

"Look you insignificant piece of shit, I'm done with your worthless questions."

"Hi, I'm Amu."

"Hmm, a female. How old are you?"

"Turning twenty-two in a few months."

It wasn't until I revealed my age that it dawned on me that he was the same age as Ikuto. My brows knitted together as I attempted to concentrate.

"It's a pretty chilly night tonight, don't you think?"

"I guess, I wouldn't know; I have a pretty high tolerance for cold."

"What about the young girls with you? Are they cold?"

There was a breath of silence.

"Uh…the youngest one was kind of cold; I gave her my jacket. The older one keeps glaring at me."

"Thank you for taking care of them."

"I wouldn't hurt them!" he suddenly exclaimed.

Was I about to hit a nerve?

"I know you wouldn't," I soothed. "Do you know them?"

There was another period of silence; in that time I turned around to see Yosuke looking up at the sky.

"Yuiki?"

"Maori and Taeski," he mumbled. "They're my step-sisters."

"You said you wouldn't hurt them," I reminded.

"Of course not!"

"Why are they up on that building then?"

"My step-dad laid me off my job and cut off my inheritance."

"If you don't mind me asking, Yuiki. Can you tell me why?"

"I found this girl on the side of the street. Her family had disowned her after seeing that her boyfriend had gotten her pregnant; he abandoned her too eventually. She was seven months along and living off the scraps people gave her. I had my own apartment nearby, so I gave her hand and took her in. We started living together – she was such a breath of sunshine in my already shitty life. You could say I began to fall in love with her."

"You're a very kind person Yuiki. What was her name?"

"Haruki."

"But how does this lead to this moment today?"

I heard him release a shaky breath and I felt it - the premonition of a dark story. His tale would end in tragedy; I could feel it.

"We had been dating for nearly two months now; the baby was to arrive in about a month or less even. We were deeply in love, and I took Haruki to my parents. My step-dad originates from a wealthy family and he owns several successful franchises. So it made sense for him to immediately find distaste in her poorly constructed background. Haruki didn't possess a single mean bone in her entire body, so she sat through that dinner and took in all the comments. I was outraged, how could she do that? I threw a fit; he asked me how I could waste the money I earned on a worthless slut. I saw the tears bubble in her eyes, but she quietly stood, thanked my mother for the wonderful dinner and apologized for creating a rift. Several days had passed since that incident. I came home one day and saw her sitting on the floor with a package in front of her – tears streaming down her face. My father had attempted to bribe her out of this relationship."

He took in another shaky breath and continued.

"I returned the package, and for another week, I was able to see Haruki's smile. My step-father was relentless however, on the days I was at work he sent people to harass her. Two weeks before the baby was due, he hired a man to scare her. The man chased her and decided on himself to rape her, resulting in a miscarriage of the baby. The baby should've arrived today."

I released a gasp as I felt the tears sting the back of my eyes.

"So I trashed his most successful warehouse and decided to scare him. I wanted to see how he would like it if his beloved daughters were placed in a life or death situation – though I would never intentionally lay a finger on them. I'm not a monster. I'm not him."

"You're not him," I agreed. "But how do you think Haruki would feel?"

Before he could answer, there was a scream from the crowd.

"YUIKI!"

A petite woman with wavy light brown hair emerged from the crowd.

"What's happening?" he asked.

A few policemen began to approach her and push her back.

"Let go of me! Where is he?!"

"What's going on?" he repeated. "Is that Haruki?"

The woman's hazel eyes landed on me before noticing the cellphone.

"Is that him?" she shouted. "Excuse me, are you talking to Yuiki?"

I walked towards her, and asked to the officers to cease their actions.

"Excuse me, but would you happen to be Haruki."

The woman stared at me with wide eyes.

"Yes, but how did you-

I held out the phone in her direction.

"This is Yuiki; he's on the top of that building with his step-sisters as hostage."

With hesitant hands she grabbed the phone; tears beginning to fill her eyes.

"Yuiki what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to protect you Haruki."

"Yuiki please don't throw away your life for someone worthless like me. Listen to your step-dad."

"If you are considered worthless by the likes of society, then I will become even lower than that just to protect you and keep that smile on your face."

A sob escaped her lips.

"Please come down."

"He needs to understand the consequences of his actions."

"He understands Yuiki. He's on the ground crying and when he saw me come, he held onto my legs and begged for my forgiveness."

"But-

"I will love you no matter what, but please come down. Who else do I have in this world besides you?"

A soft sob came from over the phone.

"Okay."

Ikuto POV

"Fuck," I hissed dodging another bullet.

I had expected his bulky weight to hold him down but his agility was lightning and his accuracy was scarily close to precise. Even with the several bullet wounds that inflicted his right arm, he wasn't slowed down as much as I was with my two wounds on my left arm. And to add to the growing amount of complications, he had closed the gate preventing my escape unless I could somehow find enough speed to run to the panel closest to him, escape, and efficiently lock him in his cell.

"You can't defeat me little mouse; I am failed experiment 1-002."

"Failed experiment?" I repeated.

"Yes, I was unable to supply the demands of master. But master is kind; he did not dispose of me. I am to catch the mice."

As he was talking, I calculated the distance to the panel and cursed. Nearly ten feet. My eyes surveyed the room; I could sprint past him, press the button, and sprint back before he had time to catch me. I pulled out my gun and checked the ammunition – seven bullets before I would need to reload it. Sucking in a deep breath, I directed the gun towards his right knee and pulled the trigger.

A strangled cry erupted from him and I ran, maneuvering past him. I had no time to deal with him one on one. The moment I reached the panel, another gunshot went off, hitting me in my shoulder. I bit the inside of my cheek as to delay the pain, but my efforts were futile. Whirling around, I pulled the trigger on his leg once more causing him to collapse on the ground. As easy as it would be to just kill him off, that wasn't a part of the orders I had received – much to my dismay. Nonetheless that distraction would at most provide nearly five minutes for me to escape.

The panel consisted of an entirely different set up compared to the one outside; it required the scanning of a person's hand. I grimaced, there was the high probability it would only read Sagachi's. As I stared at the panel with a deadpanned expression, I heard a gunshot erupt. Unnecessarily, I whirled around pointing my gun to the so called 'failed experiment' to see him writhing on the ground. Another sound erupted making this the second consecutive shot.

"Can I fire three consecutive shots?"

Had Hitoshi found Sagachi or was this just a coincidence? Maybe he had run into an enemy and they were in the midst of a fight.

When I heard nothing else, I passed it off and refocused my attention on the panel. Deciding to stretch how much luck I possessed, I extended my hand to the scanner when three consecutive gunshots went off.

I froze midway.

This was it. Hitoshi had found Sagachi – I was sure of it.

I immediately pressed my palm against the scanner and I felt a searing pain in my shoulder blade. Just dimly, I noticed the small pool of blood gathering underneath me.

"Why can't you give up?" I hissed feeling the fatigue of pain I'd been attempting to ignore build up.

"M-master, he'll kill me."

"He doesn't care about you."

From the corner of my eye, I saw the green marker running the DNA coding of my hand – so far so good.

"He does!" exclaimed the robust man, beads of sweat collecting at his hairline. "I have to get rid of you."

Before he could even attempt to raise his gun, I pulled the trigger on the ground, shocking him. I didn't have time to run towards him and kick the gun out of his reach – the panel was still scanning. Before I had time to curse, the panel suddenly released a screeching chime. Startled, I looked down to read the words 'open' in neon green.

Swallowing the non-existent saliva to moisten my dry throat, I pulled off the trigger towards the ground again and made a sprint for the opening gate – picking up my discarded phone in the process.

"Come back!" screeched the man attempting to stand up but collapsing on the ground due to the wounds I'd inflicted upon him.

I ignored him; my brain was only functioning at two levels: the first was to escape this room and the second was to agonizingly remind my body of the extent of pain it was submitted to. Once I was out, I slammed my palm on the small red button on the panel outside – closing the gate effectively.

The man released a wail as I slid down the wall, hoping to catch my breath before I'd run to catch up with Hitoshi. The pain caught up to me now – my entire upper half was searing. Panting heavily, I tore of the hem of my shirt and wrapped it around the gunshot inflicted on my left arm. The moment the fabric was wrapped, it was immediately soaked dying the cloth to a dark crimson. Yet the blood from the other injuries continued to drip, creating small puddles whenever my movements ceased.

"L-listen," I muttered feeling the need to comfort the wailing man. "Nothing…will happen to you. We're going to kill your master though, understand? But you'll be safe."

My words didn't seem to offer him the slightest reassurance and as much the negotiator within me wanted to offer him comfort, I couldn't afford any more time in his tunnel. Pulling myself up, I let the man's cries fall to deaf ears.

Just as I exited the third tunnel I was in, my cellphone rang.

"Hitoshi?"

I heard him release a frustrated groan.

"I got him."

I froze.

"That quickly?"

"Fucking bastard," he cursed. "I had been excited when I got to him before you. Found him cowering in fear under a table after I'd fired the gunshots."

"The government officials-

"Are safe," he finished. "Damn it! I just wanted a little fun too."

A dry chuckle left my lips.

He'd always be the same trouble-making Hitoshi.

"I'll call Chief and let him know the mission went successfully," I began running a hand carelessly through my hair though what I really needed was a cigarette. "I'm sure you've already let the cops stationed outside know that we've captured Sagachi; you can handle that. I'll see what I can do about the people leftover from his experiments and the officials."

"Good job today," said Hitoshi, an excited edge to his voice.

I grinned.

"You too."

Later

After the onslaught of cops had arrived, I hadn't decided to stick around and opted to go home. I'd face the annoying lecture from Chief and deliver the report formally tomorrow. For now, all I wanted was a nice bath, the dinner Amu had made, and to disinfect these wounds. Sighing, I made a turn into the intersection and cursed when I noticed the blood beginning to seep into the leather of the seats.

"Fuck it all."

Soon enough I pulled up at the driveway and fished through my pocket for the keys, opening the door to see a very startled Ami sitting in the living room.

"Ah Ikuto, you're – oh my god!" she shrieked taking into account the blood that had created a trail behind me.

"Ssh," I muttered. "Don't add to the pain I'm already in. It's not as bad as you think."

She raised a skeptical brow when I let out an involuntary wince.

"Where are the others?" I asked retrieving the first aid kid from under the cabinet where Amu had placed it on days I arrived home like this.

"Asleep. We were expecting you to come back tomorrow morning. I was waiting for Amu."

My movements came to a stop – a deadpanned expression on my face.

"Where is she?"

"She told me to tell you that she went out on a negotiation case."

"Negotiation case?" I questioned walking into the living room where she was now sitting. "Tsukasa put her on 'probation'; she shouldn't be doing any cases."

Ami tensed.

"But she got a call from Yosuke saying that no one else was in and they needed her."

I felt an icy feeling spread in the pit of my stomach. All pain I had been feeling suddenly disappeared.

"Ami, who the fuck is Yosuke."

Ami sat up straight, worry springing into her eyes.

"Stop joking around, Ikuto. He works at your office; I've seen him there countless times."

I tried not to panic because if I did then Ami would – and that was the last thing that was needed.

"Ami, I know everyone in the office by heart. There isn't a person who goes by the name of Yosuke."

Her golden brown eyes widened as she jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen, retrieving her cellphone.

She ran back to me and thrust the device in my face.

"See!" she exclaimed, the panic evident in her voice. "You're mistaken. He's right here…Yosuke. We went out for ice cream together while you were gone."

When I said nothing, Ami froze.

My heart began pounding in my chest. I raised a finger to my head and tried to calm my mind.

"That's Yosuke right? Right?!" she screeched.

A series of footsteps came from upstairs, and Sasuke arrived in the living room with an annoyed expression.

"What's going on here? You're going to wake up May– Hey what's up with you?" he asked looking at my wounds.

His gaze wandered towards Ami, and he quickly dashed towards her when her knees began to falter.

"Ami? Ami! Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh my-

"What's going on here?!" shouted Sasuke exasperated and worried at the lack of information he was receiving.

"I don't exactly know. But someone lured Amu out of the house. Ami, did she say where she was going?"

She shook her head and a tear slivered down her cheek.

"I didn't ask. I thought she'd be back in no time like always. Oh god, if I had, then-

"Stop," muttered Sasuke harshly. "Now isn't the time for 'what if this' or 'what if that'."

I quickly got up and ran to the drawer where I kept my ammunition at spare.

"Sasuke, I need you to wake up Mayumi after I leave. When she wakes up, I need you guys to call Utau and tell her to come over as soon as possible. When she gets here, tell her the details, and she'll know what to do."

"What are you planning to do Ikuto?" asked Sasuke.

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the searing pain from my shoulder emerge.

"I'm going to the office. I'm almost certain that Amu is still using the same gun that she'd gotten from Kukai. If so, there should be a tracking device installed in it."

"If not?"

"Don't worry, I'll figure out something."

Amu POV

My eyes searched over the crowd, looking for Yosuke. The crowd of spectators had already diminished and all that was left was Haruki, Yuiki, Yuiki's family, and a few cops.

"Um, excuse me," I said poking on the shoulder of the cop who had been scribbling the notes of the negotiation earlier. "Have you seen the man who was negotiating earlier? I can't seem to find him."

"I saw him walk into the warehouse not moments ago."

"Thank you."

As I ran to the warehouse, I sincerely hoped he wasn't too displeased over the comments we'd been joking about earlier – about his inability to negotiate correctly. Sighing, I pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit warehouse.

"Yosuke," I called out. "I hope you aren't mad about the things we said. It was only a joke."

Instead of a reply, I received a hauntingly cold laugh.

"Dearly beloved Amu, you are just so stupid."

Author's Notes

Waaaah! I finished XD

Hello my lovelies. I'm finally here again after two months of painful studying and drama that is in the shape of school. I'm really thankful for all of you who stuck through it these past months (more like the entire year) as I tried to go through my schooling and such. But it's all worth it because I aced my finals so I'm as happy as a clam. AND I turned 16 so woot woot. Going to be on that driving grind pretty soon XDD

Anyways, as a reward I made this chapter super long. 19.5 pages and I'm pretty proud. PLUS, I revealed the person sending the notes (well not directly but if you put 2 and 2 together). Hehehehe I feel so pleased to be writing again and delivering so much in one chapter.

I feel the need to say more but I don't know what to say. LOL, I've been away for such a long time that I don't know what I used to ramble to you guys about. But oh well. I'll be getting back on my writing mojo and soon chapters/ stories will be flowing like the wind.

OH! I'm pleased and at the same time sad to say that this story has reached the moment I'm sure everyone has been waiting for, for quite some time now. The next chapter will most likely be the last chapter (unless I do something bizarre and go in for an unsuspected cliffhanger…but that's unlikely). But yes, next chapter should be the last chapter and there should be an epilogue following it. WHICH I AM SO EXCITED FOR. I cannot express for how long I've been itching to write out the epilogue. But woohoo, the time has finally come.

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