Chapter 9: One Way Or Another
"Not bad at all." Harry said as Hermione led him into the living room, or at least a close approximation of a living room.
After much delay, Hermione had finally found a safehouse that the Ministry of Magic could use to come and go for not just Roanapur-based operations but for other things that might need to be done in Southeast Asia. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, there was a gap in the Ministry's safehouse network in the region.
The house, or more aptly… building, that she had found was sat along the coast of the city a few blocks away from the main port. It was maybe a five-minute drive from the Lagoon offices, making it fairly convenient for everyone involved. The building itself was medium-sized, enough room was present for a garage, a common area, and a few other rooms for sleeping and storage. And possibly the most important part, this place was one of only a few that Hermione could find with a functioning fireplace, which she had already connected to the Floo Network.
Harry had been the second to arrive, with Rico having come earlier to set up everyone's equipment. The three were in the living room, where an aged leather couch sat along with some armchairs, a coffee table, and a TV that had long since stopped working.
"The guns are all in the garage along with the tow truck. If Rock pulled through with disguises, we should be ready to rock n' roll." Rico said.
"I guess it's a case of hurry up and wait then." Harry said back.
Rico nodded, "Say, I heard some strange rumor about the guard at the scrapyard. Apparently, he just mysteriously passed out?"
"I taught Revy the Stunning Spell, along with Accio." Harry said.
"Don't you think she might be progressing too quickly?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe. I don't think we should let her in on the major destructive curses, Merlin-forbid the Unforgivables, but having an extra wand on the board would be useful." Harry said.
"Yeah, she's already lethal enough with guns, no need to give her any more tools in that department." Rico said.
"I only asked because when I was at Hogwarts, I was talking with their new Defense teacher about her situation, and I don't think that erasing her memory would be the right idea. However, I'm also not sure how we effectively bring her into the magical world without causing too much friction." she said.
"It's good that you got to think about all this. To be honest I'm just taking things as they come, no sense in stressing about the long term while on an operation like this." Harry said.
Just as he said that the door was knocked on, and Rico let in Revy and Rock. Rock set down a duffle bag on the coffee table.
"Got some disguises here. I hope they're adequate." he said.
"I'm sure they are, let's get to work." Rico said, leading the others into the garage.
Along the far side of the garage from the door was the tow truck and along the walls with the door were several white plastic tables with various weapons laid out as well as boxes of ammunition and spare magazines ready to be loaded.
"What toys ya bring?" Revy asked as she eyed up the weapons.
"I got that M4 you asked for, and I also managed to find a SOPMOD kit that was headed to the Saudis originally. It's crazy what things fall off trucks these days." Rico said as he opened a duffle bag. "Vertical foregrip, Trijicon ACOG, NT-4 suppressor, and a few other goodies." he said while Revy rummaged through the gear.
"Not bad Rico, I still want my boys back though." she growled.
"Why do we need all this if we're going non-lethal." Hermione asked as Harry inspected another gun.
"Because you need to intimidate them to make the robbery work." Rock said. "I'm no fan of guns either, but it's just how things go around here." Hermione frowned and turned away to inspect the truck.
"As for you Harry, I got this Galil SAR, fresh from the Israelis themselves. I have a few sights here for you to try out, otherwise you should be fine with irons." Rico said as Harry started to fiddle with the rifle.
"Hermione, I got you this MP5." Rico called out to the witch, who was trying her best not to engage in the conversation. "It's a little beat up, but it should get the job done."
"I-I really don't want to use that." Hermione said cautiously.
"It's just for show, you don't have to have anything loaded into it if you don't want." Harry said as he loaded a magazine.
"I mean, I just don't feel right about doing all this." she said. Her usually perennial stiff upper lip was wavering, but Harry was the only one there who had known her long enough to know it.
"Can I have a word?" Harry asked, setting down his bullets and pointing to the door back into the house. Hermione nodded and the two left the others to keep preparing. Inside they met in the living room and Harry crossed his arms.
"Harry, I can't believe you're seriously into this plan." Hermione pleaded.
"Are you in or out?" Harry asked blankly.
Hermione was stunned at his bluntness, he usually wasn't like this, but something about him must have changed. She looked down at her shoes and shook her head.
"I just can't do this." she said.
"Then you're excused, stay here with Rock." Harry said before marching back into the garage.
"What're you taking in?" Revy asked as she started to load another magazine. "You ain't gonna lug around that fuckin' M60 I hope."
"Nah, I got an M1014 I've been fiddling around with. Shotguns aren't usually my style, but I think for an up close and personal op like this it should work quite well." Rico said.
"Didn't know youse guys had that in stock, I'll have to get one for myself." Revy said.
Rico smiled and the group continued to prepare in silence. Before anyone knew it, it was getting close to the time to act. Rock handed everyone a package with a disguise and the robbers went back inside to change.
Rico was the first to come back, he was dressed in a blue-gray boiler suit with a hockey mask. Rock looked at him and nodded. Harry was the next to come back, his mask was in the shape of a cartoon monkey. He nodded to the others and waited for Revy. She didn't take too much longer and came out last. She had a hood to cover her distinctive hair and her mask was styled as a jet-black shining skull. She stood in front of the others and looked at the disguises.
"Hahahahaha!" she laughed, her voice tapering off, giving an obviously sarcastic edge.
"All right gang, let's do this." Rock said, opening the tow truck door for Revy as the others Apparated to the intersection.
Revy tapped the steering wheel relentlessly as she waited for the signal to floor it. Rico was acting as a lookout. He was supposed to wave from the entrance of the alleyway when he spotted the armored van.
Normally before a job like this she would be listening to her Walkman to hype herself up, but this time she was too on-edge to do much of anything but to keep an eye out for the signal. Since she had learned of her magical abilities, she was non-stop theory crafting in her head what the possibilities of magic could be and what she could do with it all.
Half of her wanted to use her abilities to make as much chaos, and money, as possible. The way she saw it, it was easier to steal someone's change if you levitated them upside down instead of shaking them by the legs. But the other half of her, the one that had grown more prominent since she met Rock, wanted to do right by Harry and Hermione. It seemingly went against her nature to try and comprehend that they were helping her out of the goodness of their hearts. She knew that they were here for a mission, and that she was an asset, but actively teaching her magic was a step above. She tried to push these thoughts out of her mind, but Rico did that for her.
Revy saw him raise his hand, she pushed in the clutch and built RPMs. Rico then waved his hand forward and Revy dropped the clutch, the truck lurched into a respectable speed. The blood in her head throbbed like a dance beat and she gritted her teeth as the edge of the alley approached. The closed constricted walls ended with a flash as the tow truck emerged from the alleyway into the bright noon sun of Roanapur's downtown heart.
The world went into slow motion as Revy sighted the van, the sides obviously being armored and the windows darkly tinted. Rico had given the signal a tad too early, and Revy found herself a little too much in front of the van. She made a snap decision and jerked the wheel, angling the front of the tow truck to hit the passenger side headlight of the van. The occupants of the target vehicle never saw it coming. Revy crossed her arms in front of her face and braced for impact.
She had been wearing her seatbelt for once in her life and she felt the belt press against her like a garrote. A loud BANG resounded throughout the cab and Revy's face hit the soft cloth of the airbag which deployed just in time.
Revy groaned and looked up, seeing the van she had vehicularly tackled on its side and cracking the side of a wall of the hotel. Inside she could see the surprised faces of tourists who were inside the lobby, most of them probably never having seen such an active display of violence before.
She cleared her mind and grabbed the rifle which was secured next to her in the passenger seat. She forced the door open, and she was joined by Rico and Harry who were running towards the scene with masks on and weapons drawn.
Revy's feet hit the pavement and Rico got to the van first, climbing on top of the side of the van. He cautiously opened the passenger door, his scattergun ready to blend anyone inside with BBs.
However, he was met with a grizzly sight. The passenger was slumped over and unresponsive, the driver fared much worse however, their skull was cracked open like a bad egg, grey matter spilling out below them.
Meanwhile, Harry approached the back doors and found the locks still working. He took out his wand and unlocked it. Revy came up and covered Harry as he opened the back door.
He got one of them open, the "top" one, and face-checked the inside. He only just escaped the path of a bullet, there was a guard still alive inside. The two thieves reacted quickly and ducked out of the way.
Rico was still on top of the van and was pointing his gun out towards the people in the hotel to get them to back away. The streets had long since been fled.
Harry aimed his wand inside the van and sent a few Stunners into the vehicle, leaving anyone inside impassive. He checked again and saw all was quiet. He nodded to Revy and hopped inside as she leveled her rifle down the street, waiting for a potential chase-car.
"Find it?" Rico called out from atop the van.
"Not yet, things are screwed up in here." Harry replied.
Revy was growing impatient, "This is taking too fuckin' long!" she said, the muzzle of her rifle positioned down the street.
Right on cue, Revy's eyes met the front of a car which drifted around a corner a few blocks away. She narrowed her eyes as the back passenger window rolled down, a Triad goon climbed out and leveled a submachine gun at the robbers. Revy was a better shot however and she let a burst of fire loose at the gunman, shattering his face in a haze of red.
"They're here already?" Harry asked.
"Damn straight baby!" Revy said as the car picked up speed.
Another window opened. Another goon appeared. Revy snapped her sights toward the new target, and she let out another burst. Somehow most of her bullets had missed and the gunman was able to level his gun more readily.
Revy growled and let her rifle go fully automatic. She painted the car with bullet holes, the gunman catching a brushstroke to the eyes. Her magazine was empty, yet the car still approached. The windshield was bulletproofed it seemed.
Revy ejected the empty mag and reached for another, but the car was barely twenty yards out, it was either dodge or eat pavement. She realized this and dove to the side out into the other lane of the street.
Time in the moment when she landed seemed to go in a PowerPoint of metal and fire to her. She saw the car just about five yards from the van, Harry's wand was poking out of the back, however.
"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!" Harry shouted.
Revy witnessed a ray of light come from the wand like a rocket. It landed just below the car and the vehicle was lifted into the air. Its momentum carried it forward and the front of the car turned up. Rico meanwhile was still on top of the van. He saw an opportunity and leveled his shotgun at the undercarriage of the car. He fired a surgical shot as the car sailed over him and the van.
Revy, from her position down on the ground saw that Rico had hit the gas tank. She grinned wildly as the car landed. The suspension gave out and sparks from the landing created the perfect ignition for the now-leaking gas tank.
The explosion ripped through the street, shattering the windows to the hotel, and causing many patrons to scream in terror. Revy got up from her position and ran back to the van.
"Let's go!" she shouted as Harry stumbled out of the van with a briefcase in hand.
"Did we do that?" he asked, looking at the wreckage of the chase car.
"I love my job!" Rico said before he jumped down onto the street.
Hermione heard the distinctive snap of Apparition and the rumble of the tow truck leaving the garage. She was sitting on the couch inside the safehouse. Rock soon joined her. He took a seat across from her in an armchair and noticed a certain melancholy in the room.
"What is it that we're meant to do now?" she asked.
"Well, all we really can do is wait, play it safe." Rock asked.
Hermione huffed and looked around towards the fireplace.
"So why is it that you needed a fireplace again?" he asked. Rock had been a great help in finding the safehouse, having done some haggling on Hermione's behalf.
"It's connected to the Floo Network." Hermione said benignly.
"I feel like you've talked about this before." Rock said, trying to initiate conversation more than anything.
"It's like a network for magical transportation. You throw some Floo Powder into a lit fire and step inside. Then you say where you want to go, and you're transported there." she said.
"That's fascinating." Rock said, "I can only imagine how useful that is."
"Yes, quite." she said.
"But what about individual spells?" What would you say have been the most useful for you?" Rock asked, desperately trying to save the conversation.
"Well, Accio is always handy, the Summoning Charm." she said to Rock's confused expression. "The Unlocking Charm is nice too. It's been especially useful… here." she sighed.
"I can see why. But I take it that you really don't like this place." Rock said. The assumption was blunter that his usual way of questioning, but he wanted to know what was going on between her and Harry that made her stay behind.
"It's not like I haven't been in weird or dangerous places before, I'm just worried is all.' she said.
"About Harry?" Rock pressed.
"Sure." she said.
"What did he say to you earlier?" he asked.
"I tried, well… to talk some sense into him. Try to get him to see another way of doing this, but he blew me off before I could even get that point across." she said. "I had the whole conversation planned out!"
"I get how you feel." Rock said after a moment of rest.
"Ugh, he's just changed is all."
"How so?"
"He used to be so focused on doing what's right, doing things not just for the right reason but in the right way." she said.
Rock thought about this. He had met the type before. He could see Hermione and Fabiola getting along well, and he could tell from the witch's world-weary eyes that she had experienced her fair share of horrors and pain in the past. He knew it wasn't his place to ask her about it.
"I can also understand that. But if you'll give me some space, I'll tell you something about this place." he said. Hermione internally didn't know what he was getting at, and a majority coalition of her sensibilities and morals told her that she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear.
"When I first came to Roanapur, I was a hostage. No more than a little cash bonus for Revy." Rock said. "At the start, I tried to think like you, that there was a right way to do things. But the more I tried to do things the right way, the more people ended up getting hurt or killed. Sometimes because of me, sometimes because of what I failed to do."
Rock leaned into Hermione's potent gaze, "How do you expect to accomplish anything by the book in a place that burned all of them decades ago?"
"By writing a new one." Hermione said.
"Exactly, but you can't do it instantly. You can only try your best." Rock said.
"I understand that, but why did he blow me off so easily? I just don't get it." she said.
"You said you were members of a magical law enforcement agency, right?" Rock asked.
"I think we did. He's been an Auror for two years, this is the first time I've been on an assignment like this." she said.
"There it is then." Rock said.
"I don't follow." Hermione said.
"I think you need to detach your friend Harry Potter from the professional Auror Harry Potter." Rock said. "I've met and spoken to many people like him. US Special Forces, soldiers of fortune with the highest reputation, smooth operators of all kinds."
"I'm still failing to see your point." Hermione said.
"My point is that I think Harry is among the same kind as these sorts, and the one thing that you can never do to these people just before they're about to act is show doubts." Rock said.
"How is doubting a plan where a brazen robbery is the centerpiece unacceptable?" Hermione asked.
"Because if you're out there facing a life or death split second decision, those doubts could mean the difference between victory… or defeat." Rock said succinctly. "And those types of people hate losing more than anything else in the world."
Hermione was about to speak again, but the faint sound of an explosion coming from the city rattled the windows of the safehouse.
"I think our time's almost up." Rock said.
"This is quite something." Rock said. He was looking through the documents that were on the hard drives they had captured. Ever since meeting the former PLA hacker, Feng, Rock had picked up a few talents on the computer. Whether or not it was curiosity or a subconscious way to appeal to Feng was a sore distinction that Revy preferred not to think about.
"What's it all say?" Revy asked.
The two of them were in the Lagoon office, it was the night after the heist and the other collaborators were off resting. But Rock and Revy were still up, they had bought another hard drive from the market along and a laptop with sizeable storage space. They had copied all the data to examine further. Revy didn't like the idea of betraying Chang but was won over when Rock promised not to sell anything they found.
"It looks like user information only makes up half of what was on these drives." Rock said.
"So, what's on the other half?" Revy demanded, sipping on a can of beer.
"These are all images, but they seem to be encrypted, I can't open them." Rock said as he scrolled down through a folder on the computer.
"So, can't you decrypt them?" Revy asked, waving her hand around nonchalantly.
"It's not like magic, I can't just say hocus pocus and make it all accessible." he said.
"Ah fuck off!" Revy said, throwing her free hand into the air before crashing on the couch. "Just don't tell me we're gonna get that chink hacker bitch involved again."
"Actually…." Rock said slowly as he clicked through a few dialogue boxes.
"Oh, fuuuuuuck ooooofffffffff!" Revy said, whipping her empty can at the wall, leaving a scuff mark.
"I'm just going to give her another copy of the image data and see if she can't decrypt it for us. Benny's still out with Dutch, and whatever's here could prove to be game changing." Rock said.
"It's probably all just random pictures from their hideouts. Watching for any punks who get the idea to mess with the wrong gang-goons." Revy said as she lit a cigarette.
"That's possible, but what if the Triad has been keeping an eye on people? That could be worth knowing." Rock said.
"And you're really letting a member of the Mob look through it? That's gonna stir a lot of shit." Revy said cautiously.
"I know, but I trust Feng's discretion. She won't share whatever she finds with the Italians." Rock said.
"But she literally works for them under threat of death dumbass." Revy said.
"I know, she knows too." Rock said.
The two looked each other in the eyes, but Revy blinked first, and Rock shut the laptop.
Hermione and Eda locked onto each other, the last time the two had met the fury of their Bible quotations didn't leave the best impression, but for different reasons on their parts.
"Let's get down to it… maybe…?" Rico tried to interject.
It was evening the day after the heist and the crew plus Eda were at the Rip-Off Church to discuss their next steps. While they had planned to stun as many guards as they could, Harry's stunt with the explosive spell didn't go unnoticed. And the Rumor Mill of Roanapur was back in business, as the conspirators had planned.
The prevailing thought was that a shaped charge was used in some capacity. But some of the city's more superstitious theory crafters had started magic-related rumors. And Revy and Rock had spent a little time at the Yellow Flag to confirm these were floating around before coming to the Church. If the magic suspicions were there, they surely have circulated up to the penthouse of Mr. Chang, or so was the hope.
Eda for her part had kept this project at arm's length, allowing Rico more control over the situation. She herself felt like she was being kept out of the loop. She didn't want to know why, or so her rational brain told her. But the robbery's quick infamy had even gotten her own mind trying to rationalize such extravagant reports. Regardless, she had a job to do, and quite the lucrative one still. Hermione may not have been her cup of tea, but it was a damn expensive one to just pour out.
"Go quickly and tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead; and behold, He is going ahead of you into Galilee, there you will see Him; behold, I have told you." Eda said.
"Can you seriously fuck off with that shit?" Revy quipped.
"Matthew's my favorite Gospel, bitch." Eda said.
"Oh, for Christ's sake can we just get onto it?" Hermione interjected.
"Have it your way." Eda said slyly. "This target you're hunting for is supposedly somewhere in the apartment building across from Rowan's. You'll have to confirm the intel yourself. The source is a bit shaky. Behold, I have told you."
Eda then made to leave, whipping a crumpled-up piece of paper towards Harry who barely caught it as the chapel door slammed shut.
"She's not a happy camper." Harry said.
"Sis is just frustrated with Thucrit's continued presence." Rico said. "The incidents that have happened involving her so far have been bad for business, big clients are being scared off now they think another Hansel and Gretel or Roberta is in town."
"Then we ought to resolve this sooner rather than later." Rock said. He took the paper from Harry and unfolded it, on it was written an address.
"I think I know exactly where this is." Revy said, looking deeper at the address.
"Any girls at Rowan's live in the same building?" Rock asked.
"I'd have to go ask, but you guys are coming with me." Revy said, looking over at Harry and Hermione.
"Who is Rowan, exactly?" Hermione asked timidly.
"Oh, you'll see sweet cheeks." Revy said, a slight grin crossing her lips.
"Well God DAMN Revy!" You sure know how to make a guy happy!" Rowan burst. The four had just arrived at Jackpot Pidgeon's, Roanapur's premier source of sexual vice. Assuming your definition of "premier" was quite loose.
Almost as soon as Hermione entered Rowan's private office/lounge his eyes were bulging with dollar signs.
"Eh, she's a bit too prudish for your sort of work." Revy said, glancing over at Hermione.
The witch had never in her life been to a place such as this, and it glowed on her like the neon sign above the front doors.
"Sir, I'd rather not do anything here at your establishment. We are here on business." Hermione said. This only made Rowan rowdier, however. He sat forward and put his hands together.
"Well now, a British girl. You could be a star baby, the folk around here are tired of seeing Asians and Eastern Europeans after all." Rowan said.
"Sir, I'd really-" Hermione tried to interject.
"You ain't got much of a rack or an ass, but we can fix that up for you no problem with the right lingerie." Rowan persisted. Harry had watched the exchange in silence, but he was drawing the line.
"HEY!" Harry said just as Rowan opened his mouth again. The proprietor was startled at the outburst, his capacity for confrontation being exceedingly low.
"We'd like to talk to some of your dancers if that's alright." Harry said, taking a more measured tone.
"Well, my man you're cleared to do so. But how can a brother make a living in this town if he gives information away for free." Rowan said. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Maybe, if little miss princess over here got on stage, things'll be all squared up." Rowan said. He sat back and spread out his arms and legs to appear more relaxed.
Hermione was visibly uncomfortable at the mere thought of getting on a stage and Revy had run out of patience. She quickly stomped her boot mere inches from Rowan's exposed privates, and she bared over the skinny man like a rabid dog.
"Rock?" she asked, keeping her gaze fixed on the pimp.
"Revy, doesn't Rowan still owe us outstanding payments for booze we shipped for him?" Rock said.
"Really. Well, doesn't that suck for him. I'd hate to tell Dutch that he's still late on his fucking payments!" Revy said. She emphasized by moving even closer to Rowan, who was visibly disturbed by the display.
"F-fine, do what you want." Rowan said after a small time. Revy backed off and shepherded the others towards the door.
"Thanks Rowan, and we still expect our fee." she said with a smile before slamming the door. Rowan deflated and sighed deeply once he was alone.
'I really gotta stop getting rolled like that.' he thought to himself. 'But it was kinda hot…'
Meanwhile on the floor the crew walked through the main dance hall, which Rowan's lounge connected directly to. Revy led the way and the few patrons that were there knew to keep their eyes away. Not that they needed to look elsewhere since the stage was hosting a beautiful ginger woman.
Revy opened the door to the dressing room and Rock went in first followed by Harry. Hermione stopped in the doorway and looked at Revy.
"Thanks for back there." she said.
"No problem." Revy said.
The gunslinger went inside the dressing room and Hermione followed along slowly, still surprised at what Revy had done. Perhaps she had underestimated her.
"Yo Lilya!" Revy called out to a woman who was sitting at one of the vanities applying her make up. The stripper turned around and smiled when she saw her caller.
"Miss Rebecca, what a surprise!" Lilya said. "What brings you here this time?"
"Do you know anyone who lives in the apartment building across the street?" Revy asked.
"Umm, I don't think so." Lilya responded. "A bunch of us roomed with each other there years ago, but we've moved on mostly."
"There aren't any new girls?" Rock asked.
"Oh, hello Rock!" Lilya said. "No, I don't-… Actually, there's Emilissa, she might live there."
"Emilissa?" Revy asked.
"Don't you remember?" Lilya said. "You were her dom that night you killed the assassin."
"Oh, that's her name." Revy replied, her eyes a little wide.
"I think she's working the bar tonight, let me go find her." Lilya said as she screwed the cap on her mascara. She got up and went out into the dance hall, leaving the four alone.
"You're a 'dom'?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"Don't worry about it." Revy replied quickly.
"Anyways, do you think there's a solid lead here?" Harry asked seriously.
"These women helped us out quite a lot last time." Rock said. "They're honestly the only people you can trust around here."
"Ain't that the fuckin' truth." Revy said.
It wasn't long after when Lilya returned with a shorter woman with blonde hair. She was less scantily clad than her coworker. She smiled lightly when she saw Revy.
"Good to see you again." she said. "Lilya says you're interested in the building I live in?"
"Yep, do you know the layout well?" Revy asked.
"I think so. I live on the bottom floor, so I haven't been upstairs too much." Emilissa said.
"Have you noticed any weird people move in recently?" Rock asked.
"Weird how?" she replied.
"As in, loud noises, odd comings and goings, general bad attitude." Rock said.
"No, I'm sorry but I can't say that I have. There was a new woman I've seen around a few times. She was cat-called a few times by people outside the club some nights. But I haven't seen her too much to call her weird." she said.
"Did she look like this?" Harry chimed in, pulling a photo of Thucrit from his jacket pocket and showing it to Emilissa.
"That looks like her, but like I said, I've only seen her a few times." she reiterated.
"We just needed a confirmation." Harry said as he put the photo back into his jacket's pocket.
"So, are we set?" Hermione asked.
"Seems that way." Revy said as she made for the exit.
"Thank you for the help." Rock said to the two women as they left.
"Of course, any time!" Lilya said cheerfully.
"Hang on." Emilissa said. "Should I be worried?"
"You might want to consider staying with a friend for a few nights." Harry said before walking out, he was the last one to leave.
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Author's Note:
I really hope you enjoyed this update, I'm sorry it took a while but life has been inconvienient recently for me.
I did want to let y'all know that I will be going through some of the earlier chapters to fix the formatting with dialogue so it's easier to read. I won't be changing any conent, just the formatting and any proofreading errors I see. I'm only saying this because I'm not sure if emails will be sent out when I do update the chapters and I want to avoid any confusion.
Anyways, thank you for reading, and have a good day/ night :)