Happy Holidays, everyone. We're back with another chapter of Lincoln's Log Book. This being part 2 of the threesome chapter. Man, this took me a while but it's done. Finals suck. At least you guys have an extra thick chapter to digest. Also, world-building takes a lot of time too. Furthermore, this may be the last chapter of 2021 or Crystal Prison. I don't know yet. Now the reviews.
I'll post something on my Deviantart page later today. I think you guys will like it.
Tags: [Continuation], [Bad Dreams], [A Hero's welcome], [Scar Appreciation], [Cuddling], [Netflix & Chill], [Good boy], [Goth], [Femdom], [Gentle Femdom], [Wholesome], [Comfort], [Handjob], [Blowjob], [Edging], [Creampie], [Overstimulation], [Cowgirl], [Worldbuilding]
Bryan Pacheco/Arsenal Bird Cooperation: Thank you for the support. I really had to flex my creative skills for this chapter but damn this was tough. Maybe I should do a separate story with this writing style.
DragoonKnight Agnim: No I have not but I heard that they were good. I really wanted to expand upon the multiverse concept of this story. All of the previous chapters were far more likely to occur in canon. Yes, the chapters were simpler to write but aren't as interesting since it could easily happen. We're looking at a multiverse. We need to see some crazy shit every so often.
I didn't get the chance to play those Resident Evil games despite being on sale on Steam. It's hard for me to tell. You're in luck since I'm making this a multi-part chapter. It's Lincoln's return home after the aftermath of the last chapter
Believe me, I had to do my research too
Lisa retrieved another bowl of popcorn before swiveling in her chair. She dragged herself closer to her desk before planting it on the desk. "Welcome back, Dr. Loud," The computer greeted their creator. "Your pizza should be done soon," Lisa's tongue fumbled around in her mouth, searching for debris between her teeth.
"Thank you," Lisa mumbled, finding a shell between her molars. Ugh, so annoying. "Now, where were we in the story?" She asked, swallowing what she could find. Good thing she has dental floss on hand, but that's another issue. Numerous harmonious beeping came from the device.
"Lincoln, Alexandria, Haiku and the regiment of law enforcement and Hammer Down liberated the town of Wheatglass," The computer replied. "They're currently in the midst of cleaning up the rest of the rebel forces in the town," A metal arm appeared from behind her with a plate holding a hot and ready pepperoni pizza. She grinned at the bubbling cheese. "Now they're preparing to leave to head back to base," The screen flickered to a news segment as Lisa took a pizza slice.
The reporter had very long red-blonde hair, green eyes, glasses, and ruddy skin holding a microphone. "This is Natalia Rietz from CNN. The nightmare is finally over," She said with watery eyes. " The people of Wheatglass have been held hostage for the last six weeks. Forced out of their homes by several radical groups," She announced as the camera panned. Multiple Hammer Down agents guarding pockets of arrested individuals waiting to be processed. Others were getting medical evaluations. "Thanks to the efforts of Hammer Down and local law enforcement. We can sleep soundly tonight," Her green eyes caught Agent Cunningham. "Excuse me, Mr. Cunningham, a few questions please," He stopped and faced as she walked towards him. "Any remarks about today's efforts?" Natalia gestured her microphone to him.
"Today was a success as everyone placed their role wonderfully," Alex spoke into the device. Lincoln smiled as he walked past them. His sapphire eyes scanned the area viewing family members embracing each other after so long with tears rolling down their faces. Members of the crowd booed and sneered with their eyes filled with venom and disgusted at the rebels who forced unimaginable horrors on innocents. He titled his head. Some viewed them with remorse and pity. You're the only ones who feel that way towards them.
Probably family members or associates of the terrorists. Whatever. He doesn't care. Lincoln continued to pace while medical personnel meticulously documented the deceased. A few were already zipped up in body bags waiting to be transported for identification later.
"Lincoln," Alexandria called out to him with Haiku at her side. She waved to him with a baton in her palm. Lincoln waved back as they walked towards him. Karate QT wrapped an arm around him, partly raising the male Loud after the ground.
"Missed you, Alexandria," Lincoln replied in a strained voice. Man, she has a grip on him. Alexandria put him down. It was Haiku's turn engaging in a gentler embrace.
"I'm glad you're alright," The goth smiled in the crook of his neck. Lucy would've killed her, resurrected her, and killed her again if something happened to Lincoln. She sniffed him. A mild pungent odor. "You need a shower,"
"Don't remind me, Haiku," Lincoln groaned. He feels like yuck. "Let's head out of here," They nodded to confirm before strolling off. Keith with his hands cuffed while his mother conversed with a police officer for a report. Lincoln waved to the pair before whispering something into his radio. It alerted the officer. The officer replied before saying something resulting in the mother-son duo smiling in relief. The trio stood before an armored van with Jenny and Kat at the sides. "Hey guys," Lincoln said to his old schoolmates. "You guys need help?"
"Sup, Bunny boy," Kat taunted him. He rolled his eyes as they were still calling him by that name. "Nah, we're good here," She gestured to the clean-up crew. Teams of maintenance, sanitation, and crime scene workers were on standby to assess the damage. "We'll be done before Thanksgiving,"
"Yeah, you guys have been here for over a month now," Joy retorted to Haiku and Lincoln. Can't imagine what they experienced. The only good thing is that they have each other. Other's weren't as lucky. "Let's get you guys back to base," The trio stepped into the van where other MTF members were stationed nearby, ready to depart. End to the day's work. Joy and Kat closed the back door behind, knocking on it. Everything is secure and ready to go. The van rumbled before driving off. Lincoln took off his helmet and stared at it, inspecting hints of past missions. Yep, there's that sniper shot from Idaho. He turned to the side. A mild scratch from a collapsed building in Kentucky. This armor served him well for three years and counting before placing his helmet on his lap. He stared vacantly amidst the barely audible chatter. His blue eyes fluttered as he nodded back and forth, attempting to stay awake. Alexandria grabbed his head, placing it on her broad shoulders.
"I gotcha Lincoln," She smiled at her old sparring partner. He mumbled an agreement before exhaustion consumed him. The van occupants grinned at his exchange. The man with the plan needed his rest. They knew how hard Lincoln worked to ensure everyone's safety. He placed himself in danger countless times for everyone's sake. The White Rabbits, Hammer Down, and the people he's saved will forever be in his debt. Haiku pouted at the slumbering Lincoln. That's her job. Alexandria stuck her tongue out at her. "You had him for six weeks. This is the least I can do before we head back to base," Haiku shrugged, gingerly taking the helmet and placing it on her lap. The job was done. No more plans, death, hardships, or violence. They can rest now, just in time for Halloween.
The goth took out a small book and read it before smiling at Lincoln. "Rest well, Lincoln Leonidas Loud. You've earned it,"
Three weeks later
Lincoln, Haiku, Alexandria, and several other agents in a conference room. Agent Cunningham walked in and stood before them, holding a case. "I'm not one for speeches, so I'll get straight to the point. Congratulations, everyone," He said with a rare smile. "You all have done remarkably well. Some of you went above and beyond what's required of you," Several stares landed on Lincoln, who scratched his head. Alexandria nudged her elbow to him while Haiku gently smiled. "I thank you, and our country thanks you for your excellent service. You have completed your terms and agreements of your contract," The group whispered to themselves. They finally go home. "Remember you can always return to Hammer Down if you so desire but first," He opened the case revealing medals for them. "When I call your name, please come to the front," They approached him one by one, wearing their medals with pride. "Lincoln Leonidas Loud," Alex called to his cousin. The two stood before each other. "For your exemplary service towards Hammer Down. On numerous occasions, you placed yourself in danger to protect your country against those who dare threaten it. On behalf of the United States of America, along with the states of Texas and Mississippi. I present to you the FBI medal of Valor and the Hammer of Judgement," Two of the most prestigious awards a civilian can achieve. Alex handed him his well-deserved awards. The pair engaged in a firm handshake while the crowd cheered for Bunny Boy. "Now that's out of the way. Get your bags packed because we're dropping off in a few hours," Agent Cunningham ordered the group. They got up and exited the room
"So, how does it feel, Linc?" Alexandria commented on his shiny medals with her yellow suitcase. They each got an award from Hammer Down and the Mobile Task Force they were assigned to.
"Feel weird," Lincoln replied, examining his Hammer Down medal. It is simple yet graceful. For those who joined the program didn't come for glory. "Most of my awards were for art and magic," He closed his palm as an orange suitcase rested beside him.
"It's still a wonderful addition to your collection," Haiku grinned while Lincoln shrugged, placing it back into his jean pocket. They were in a hallway waiting for their pick-up.
"Yo, Team 6," Kat greeted the trio with Joy. "Damn, you three are finally done, huh?" She was out of her tactical armor, wearing a plain crimson t-shirt and jean shorts. They nodded. "Shit, we have a few more months," She groaned at how much she has to do now, especially since Lincoln, the Man with the plan, is leaving. "Did you really get the Hammer of Judgement award?" He showed them the medal.
"Damn, bet your sisters can't beat that one," Joy commented. Alexandria and Haiku shot a dark glare at her as Lincoln sagged his shoulders, putting his hands in pockets. Still a bit of a sore spot for him. "Hey, I'm just saying," She raised her hands in defense with a stammer. An FBI agent with an Ipad stepped in.
"Lincoln Loud, Alexandria Bolhofner, and Haiku Forrester?" Their names were called. They grabbed their bags and went to a private shuttle to the airport—time for them to go home.
A black van parked in front of the Loud house. Alexandria and Haiku had already dropped out. He was the last one. "We have arrived, Mr. Loud," His female chauffeur responded to the silent male Loud. "Mr. Loud?" She called out to him again.
"Oh yeah, just thinking that all," Lincoln whispered, rubbing his left arm. It's been years since he's been home.
"Take your time, or we can get you a hotel until your accommodations are sorted out," She offered.
"Just give a minute, please," Lincoln answered as the van rumbled. She nodded while he collected his thoughts.
Lynn Sr. and Rita were busy making dinner for tonight and Thanksgiving later in the week. They have 20+ people to prepare for. Good thing Rosa is covering her half. No more arguments this year. Rita sighed as she glanced at a family photo on the wall. It was Lincoln's high school graduation back when they were all together. They haven't heard a single word from him since he left that day. She attempted to contact Alex in the past, but he responded that he was fine. That's all he said for over three years and counting. The matriarch gazed at Lincoln's spot at the dinner table. Maybe he'll come back this year.
Lynn Sr. embraced his somber wife with oven mitts on his hands."Alex said that he was okay. We would've gotten word if something happened to him," He consoled his wife.
"I know, babe, but I still want something," Rita replied when a buzzing could be heard. They pulled out their phones. Security Alert. Their hearts dropped at the black van with a hammer symbol on it. Oh no. The doorbell echoed throughout the house. The two shared a glance before walking towards the door hand in hand. Why were they here? Did something happen to Lincoln?! Their thundering hearts skipped a beat when someone knocked on the door. Rita gulped as her trembling hands reached for the knob and opened it. Their jaws dropped at who was at the door. A familiar tuff of white hair and orange stood before them. "Lincoln?" She asked in a pleading voice, hoping that her eyes weren't deceiving her as they slowly approached him.
Lincoln took off his Ace Savvy headphones at the shocked couple with his backpack and suitcase. "Hey mom, hey dad," He greeted his parents softly. "Can I come IN?" He grunted due to his parents glomping him. "I'll take that as a yes," Oh great; his dad is crying like crying crying. At least the lawn doesn't have to be watered for the next few days. But the water damage on the porch, though. They dragged him inside as the van drove off.
Lincoln scanned the living room. Man, it hasn't changed at all. Oh, never mind, there's a new TV. Wonder what Lisa did while he was gone? He stretched and rotated his left arm. They took notice of his appearance. Taller. A lot taller with toned muscles governed by his arms with his hair reaching the nape of his neck. His eyes were cold and focused as he continued to analyze his surroundings. Faint, barely noticeable scars were on his face and cheeks. He's been through a lot.
"Lincoln, is everything okay?" Lynn Sr. asked. The pair still wore their classic attire. Wrinkles were finally forming around their eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lincoln took a seat on the couch before catching Rita's worried look. "Don't worry; I completed my contract. I'm officially a civilian again for the time being," His mother placed a hand on her chest, thanking the Lord for his grace and mercy. "I'm done," Lincoln smiled to their relief. Now he knows who Pop-Pop felt while on active duty.
"How long are you here?" Rita asked, wondering about his stay. Crap, did they turn off the oven?
"The rest of the week or whenever they find a residence for me," Lincoln answered before getting back up. "I'll be here for Thanksgiving," He flexed his fingers. "Is Ronnie Anne going to be here?" Lincoln whispered at the possibility of seeing his old friend.
"Yes, so you better have an appetite for when they come," Lynn Sr. replied as Lincoln nodded before cupping his ears to a screech. Vanzilla parked outside. That means one thing. His sisters are here. He cracked his neck for the upcoming event. The door opened. Showtime.
"We're back," Luan greeted her parents with the younger half of the siblings. She's twenty-five years old, with her online business increasing over the years. Luan upgraded her outfit to a yellow dress shirt, navy blue slacks, and black flats. Still with her classic pink scrunchie on her wrist, allowing her long brown hair to flow at her lower back and the squirting flower. She was doing comedy and drama shows the last time he heard that. They paused at the white-haired visitor before their eyes watered. "L-Lincoln?" She stuttered. "Is it really you?" He stepped forward towards the actress, towering over her now. His face was blank with his hands in his jean pockets, staring at her moist eyes.
"Yep," Lincoln said dully to his older sister before opening his arms. They all charged, tightly hugged him while sobbing. Luan nuzzled her face into his firm chest. Lola and Lana captured his strong arms. Lucy wrapped her pale arms around his torso while Lisa and Lily wiggled around for a piece of Lincoln. Their parents smiled at the scene. His face remained blank as they continued to cry, getting his hoodie wet. So glad that he prepared for this. "Please stop crying already," Lincoln requested, rubbing Luan's brown hair.
"Can you blame us?!" Lola shouted with mascara running down her face as Lana nodded. "We haven't heard from you in three years!" Both were in their final year of high school. He missed their eighteenth birthday while being imprisoned. She looked at him with furiously terrified eyes yet grateful that her big brother was home. "We were worried about you!" Each news report regarding Hammer Down scared them, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
"Sorry about that, Lola," Lincoln responded to his distraught sister.
"You better be!" Lola held his left arm tighter. Not like it harmed him. Wow, his arm was solid.
"But you're okay, right?" Lana fretted with bloodshot eyes. He better be okay!
"Yeah, I'm okay," Lincoln calmed his mechanic sister to their relief. "I had a pretty good team," He smiled at Lucy, now a sophomore at the community college who nuzzled into his back. Haiku promised to keep him safe. The oath was fulfilled. "Did you get my gifts?"
"That was you?" Lily muttered with starry eyes. Damn, she's in middle school. Each received a small gift every year.
"Of course, Lily-bug," Lincoln chuckled to his baby sister, who pouted at the nickname.
"How long are you here, elder sibling?" Lisa acknowledged their shock. His sisters gazed at him. "Is your contract completed?"
"Yes, I'll be here for Thanksgiving," Lincoln replied to their relief. They slowly released their hold on him. "I'll head upstairs," He grabbed his suitcase and backpack.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour," Lynn Sr confirmed. Lincoln nodded as he climbed up the stairs. Lisa sent a simple message to the rest of their family while watching television.
He's home
Lori was busy at a meeting discussing charts and spreadsheets along with other executives who cowered in fear like children at her booming voice. "WE need to literally get our act together because somebody wanted to cut corners to save pennies," She accused her members, forcing some of them to sweat and sink into their seats. "If they actually had a brain, it would cost us a fortune!" Her wrathful glare behind her glasses silenced them. "And now I'm getting reports that the recent rebellion at Wheatgrass had some funding from our accounts! Are you fucking shitting me right now?!" Lori barked at the trembling members.
"Now listen, Mrs. Loud-Santiago," A board member attempted to speak.
"First of all, you need to take the bass out of your fucking voice! Unlike you," Lori shouted. She may be the youngest but has authority over them. "I didn't suck off a bunch of daddy's friends or still call him to solve a fuck-up that you caused. I earned my position," She placed a manicured hand on her chest. "That's more than what most of you can say." Lori rubbed her forehead at the incoming headache. Another mess that she has to clean up. "We don't need this right, especially after the accident at Dairy Land. So we better figure something out before the end of the year or before Hammer Down busts down our doors," She slammed her hands on the table, invoking a few flinches. "And I'm not losing my job as an executive member. All because you guys are a bunch of greedy spineless insurrectionists supporting hypocrites. Your crowning achievements are cutting wages, restricting rights for minorities, and being born in a rich family. You guys are completely utter fuck-ups" She demanded when her phone vibrated in her coat phone. "We're done here. Get out," Lori fumed at the group before checking her phone. It's from Leni. "Hey Leni," They raised their brows at her voice. She actually sounds friendly. Lori gasped, covering her mouth, hiding a smile by the looks. "He's-he's home…." Who's he? Lori sat down with a smile, dialing another number. "Bobby, she's finally home,"
We now find ourselves in Scotland. They finally got their independence from the U.K. "Welcome back everyone with our guests, the Moon Goats," The audience cheered for the prominent rock group. "So Luna, how does it feel to be one of the hottest bands in the world, especially here in Scotland?" The host answered the lead singer.
"It feels pretty awesome since my family has strong ties to Scotland," Luna answered. "Especially after what happened with that maniac Morag," That woman had several screws loose.
"Is it true that she controlled a dragon, manipulated your brother, and attempted to burn down Loch Loud?" The host questioned, recalling the event from years ago.
"All because she wanted some quiet and peace," Luna scoffed. "Like she couldn't get some headphones or something," She acknowledged when her phone rang, causing her to blush. "Sorry about that. I thought I had it on mute," The host waved it off as she checked the message. "No fucking way!" Luna gasped with widened eyes. The audience whispered at the outburst.
"Babe, what happened?" Sam consoled her girlfriend.
"He's back," Luna replied with a face-splitting grin as tears threatened to leak from her eyes.
"Lincoln?" Mazzy and Sully asked the nodding Luna. "Well, go, we'll take care of it," Her band smiled at her.
"Sorry, love, but my bro is finally home after three years," Luna remarked in an apologetic tone.
"Don't worry about it. We all know how important family is to you," The host grinned to her delight. Luna kissed Sam before rushing off stage.
Lynn's softball team cheered. Another victory in the bag. "Awesome work out there, team!" Lynn shouted in the restaurant before chugging a pint of beer.
"Lynn, don't get excited too since I have to drive you back to the hotel," Margo joked to her longtime friend. "And I don't feel like cleaning up your vomit again,"
"Relax, Margo," Lynn retorted as she munched on her fries. "We got another victory, great food. It can only get better," She swallowed when her phone buzzed. "Huh, it's from Lisa. Wonder what she did this time?" Lynn muttered before opening messages while taking another sip. Her eyes widened at the contents as she spat out her drink, engaging in a coughing fit. Margo patted her back as the team looked upon her in alarm. What happened to their captain?
"Lynn, what happened?" Margo asked as Lynn cleared her throat. "Is everything okay?"
"Lincoln's back home," Lynn revealed to their shock. He's back? "My little bro is home," She muttered, running her hand through her long brown hair, repeating 'He's back' under her breath. "Three years," Margo placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"What's the deal with Lynn?" Taylor, aka Bully QT, muttered to some of her teammates. This isn't like her. They have never seen her so…vulnerable. "Did something happen to Lincoln?" She sipped her glass.
"He joined Hammer Down a few years ago," Paula answered as Taylor widened her eyes. "Looks like he finally completed his contract,"
"Holy shit," Taylor mumbled, twirling her drink around as her mind focused on the information provided. Lincoln Loud. That little nerd that she bullied, teased, and taunted throughout middle and high school became such a hardcore badass. He fought against drug dealers, kingpins, terrorists, and more for three years. Huh. Didn't know that Bunny Boy had it in him. "Hey, barkeep! Another round on me for Lynn's brother's return home," She shouted to take pressure off Lynn. Taylor gestured her head to Margo, who nodded, taking Lynn outside.
"Are you okay?" Margo whispered as they sat on the sidewalk.
"I just don't know how to feel right now," Lynn confessed with her hands on her head. "I should be happy that he's home," She hugged herself for a brief moment. All that she can remember are his cold eyes right before he exited the door with his suitcase ready that night after his eighteenth birthday. Shit, the sun wasn't even up, and they thought Lucy was quiet. They would've been too late if it wasn't for Lisa's security system. A simple letter in his freshly cleaned room would provide an answer. He and the agent ignored their pleads. Lincoln was an adult, therefore capable of making his own decisions. Besides, there's nothing that they could've done to stop it. All of the paperwork was signed. Then the door closed behind him as they watched them take her brother away from them. She saw the news reports and articles about Hammer Down and the White Rabbits. She shuddered at what Lincoln became capable of doing during those years. Due to their gory nature, some mission details had to be redacted. Just…shit, man. "I'm scared, Margo," Lynn admitted in a weak voice with a frown, unable to look her friend in the eye. Margo wrapped an arm around her shoulder, drawing her in. Neither said a word under the starry sky.
Lincoln lay in his bed after dinner while surveying his old room. Nothing changed. Everything was right where he left it three years ago. They must've kept it clean while he was away, expecting him to return. A gentle buzzing sound caught his attention. "This is Loud," Lincoln answered.
"Greeting Lincoln, how are you this evening," Haiku's elegant voice replied as he continued to lay down.
"Yeah, man, how did your family react to you coming home?" Alexandria added on.
"Crying," Lincoln stated as he readjusted himself to a sitting position. "Lots and lots of crying," They chuckled at his exasperated voice.
"What did you expect? You've been gone for three years," Alexandria retorted while practicing her katas in her room with her phone on speaker.
"Just wait until the other half of my sisters come home probably tomorrow," Lincoln calculated before sighing. It's going to happen. "That's going to be fun,"
"Lincoln, darling, you're their only brother," Haiku scolded while turning a page of her book. "They're well in their rights to be worried and relieved about your safe arrival after so long," Lincoln glanced at his body for a few seconds. Safe is a bit of an understatement. He had several close calls during his term. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" She asked, knowing how…excessive his sisters can be.
"Nope," Lincoln admitted as he took off his orange hoodie.
"Oh, is our wonderful man with the plan unprepared?" Haiku taunted with a smile while Alexandria giggled. He frowned before getting an idea.
"You know, Haiku, I was planning to ask my dad to make those chocolate bats," Lincoln started. Her eyes expanded exponentially at the mention of those heavenly treats. Lincoln created the recipe during the Friednzy event(Hint: a mile spoiler for a future chapter), but his father perfected it. "With that special blood icing," The special blood icing too?! It's a unique mix of cherry, strawberry, and sweet cream, allowing a mildly tangy, sticky substance similar to blood. Lynn's Table only makes it for Halloween. "Now I'm reconsidering it," Lincoln smirked at the silence.
'Lincoln, my dear, let's-let's talk about for a quick second," Haiku stood up in an attempt to negotiate with him. "No need to be hasty," Her gentle voice cracked for a moment, emphasizing her plea. The team chatted for a considerable amount of time before calling it a night.
Lincoln fumbled around in his bed while his alarm went off. He groaned, tightening his closed eyes and pressing the stop button on his smartphone. His weary blue eyes peaked at the time. It's a quarter past ten. Damn, he probably missed breakfast already. Lincoln sighed. He better get up. The returned Loud sat up in his bed with a yawn before standing up. He smacked his lips. "Uh, I have some serious dry mouth right now," Lincoln muttered as he went downstairs. It's quiet this morning. Strange. He shrugged before entering the kitchen and grabbing a drink from the fridge. His sisters entered the kitchen, memorized by his form. They all had the same thought process. Lincoln is hot! Everything was fit and well portioned. Tight and lean muscles with a well-defined six-pack. Shit, he must have worked hard for that. Their eyes followed a thin droplet of water that escaped from his mouth. It slowly traveled down his neck and chest, teasing them. Lincoln turned his head to them with an arched brow. Neither said a mouth. "Hey, what are you girls staring at?" He questioned his sisters.
Lucy shook her head, regaining her composure before clearing her throat. "And I'll answer you," Her visible eye scanned up and down with a mild tinge of pink on her cheeks. She's dressed in a simple grey long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and multi-strapped gothic boots. "Must you need to be shirtless and in your underwear?" She questioned. He glanced at his appearance.
"No…why?" Lincoln replied. They said to make himself at home. So what's the problem?
"Elder brother, I suggest you better put on something quickly. Otherwise, the heat and pheromones levels drastically increase," Lisa considered focusing her attention on her clipboard. He titled his head. What's the problem? His eyes widened at the faces of his other sisters. They were all blushing with varying expressions. A bewildered look on Luan's face viewing Lincoln's body with her hands in her yellow sweatpants. Fuck, he's cute, she thought to herself. Even though she really shouldn't. Lola had her delicate hand on her chest with hearts in her eyes and an open mouth. Lana's eyes were the widest with a shocked expression on her otherwise blank face, gazing down at his crotch with a dry mouth. Sweet Steven Irwin, the outline of his cock. He wasn't fully erect yet in his tight Ace Savvy underwear. Now Lily… well, she's going through puberty.
"I'll get changed," Lincoln answered, finishing his water. "I'll walk around town for a while," Their eyes followed him out the pathway before their hearts collapsed at the frightening sight. Numerous scars marked his back, demonstrating his service to his country. What have you endured, Lincoln Loud?
Clyde exited his silver Honda Civic as he placed it in park. He received a message to meet at Gus' games and Grubs from one of his friends. The headlights flashed momentarily. It's locked. Royal Woods may be one of the safest places to live. But you can't be too careful nowadays. McBride's olfactory cells were greeted by garlic, stringy cheese of hot and ready pizza, along with the beeping and buzzing of electronic games.
"Man, I missed this place," Clyde smiled in content as fond memories rushed in. Eating pizza, playing Dance battle, and having an excellent time with his friends before at the absence of his long-time friend. It wasn't the same without him. Plus, working at Jacques' Bakery takes most of his time now.
"Clyde, great to see you again," Gus greeted his frequent customer holding two trays of steaming pizza. His mustache transformed into a full beard with patches of grey coming. "Your friends are waiting for you," He gestured to a group table.
"Clyde, we're over here," Liam waved his friend over. He just came off the farm. Thankfully, he showered to get the dirt and manure smell off of him. The farmboy sat comfortably in his denim jeans and green t-shirt. Zach, Stella, Mollie, Paige and Girl Jordan were there too.
"Am I late?" Clyde wondered due to the traffic. They shook their heads. "Oh, thank god. I had to drop Chole off to teach her students," They sniffed the air and grinned at the arriving server. Aw yeah. Their food is here. Two extra-large double pepperoni pizzas with several baskets of fries, garlic knots, and mozzarella sticks. All to wash it down with pitchers of Hi-C lemonade and coke soda. "Thanks for inviting us, Jordan," Clyde replied, holding a piece of pizza in his hand. She paused her chewing before swallowing her fries.
"I…didn't invite you guys," Girl Jordan pointed out. The table stopped eating. "I thought Paige did," They focused on the ginger.
"Hey, don't look at me," She raised her hands in defense. "Stella told me about it," No one said a word as some eyed their food suspiciously. "Holy crap, we didn't even order," Paige acknowledged, causing them to slide their food away.
"Okay, elephant in the room," Zach remarked, going into conspiracy theorist mode. "Someone knew our schedules. All of us are connected in several ways. Gather us into a single spot and pay for the food," He analyzed, clasping his hands together. "I can't be the only one seeing the red flags here," Sirens blared at their situation as they surveyed the area. It wasn't crowded, but still, a considerable amount of people were here today. Someone wanted them here together. Clyde and Stella gave each other a nod before hearing a sound he hadn't heard in years. The static of his ARGH! Walkie Talkie turning on. He reached into his back pocket and increased the volume, continuing to stare at the device. He kept it on hand for over ten years—a reminder of his friendship with Lincoln for three years, hoping that he'll return home. Clyde's heart drummed at the continued static. Is it really him?
"Nosebleeder, on your left," Lincoln spoke. Clyde stood up with moistening eyes searching for his buddy. Others joined in. Stella pointed to someone at the counter. White and orange.
"Road tripper…"Clyde muttered into the walkie-talkie. The man turned around to face them, displaying his blue eyes.
"Hey, Clyde," Lincoln smiled at his friend holding his walkie-talkie. Clyde charged at Lincoln as the rest followed behind him. He leaped into Lincoln's arms, wailing, getting tears and snot into his orange shirt. Lincoln shook his head while patting Clyde's back with a chuckle. Other patrons observed the scene as Gus placed a finger on his lip. They turned their heads, allowing them a level of privacy, continuing their meals when his friends crowded him, unleashing a volley of questions. Is he okay? Where has he been? How long is he here for? Is he on another mission?
"One at a time, please," Lincoln raised a hand to silence them before glancing at the sniveling Clyde. "Can you let me go now?" He requested. Clyde reluctantly did so. "Come on, the pizza is still hot," Lincoln nudged his elbow. They sat at their table again with Lincoln. Lincoln grabbed a slice of pizza and bit into it while they watched him. Oh yeah, there we go. Gus must've improved the recipe while he was gone. He swallowed. "To answer your questions, yes, I'm okay. I've been throughout the USA, Canada, and parts of South and Central America. I'll be here for Thanksgiving and the New Year. Nope, I've completed my contract," That answered all of their concerns. He glanced at Zach for a moment. "Yes, I was at Wheatglass," Lincoln grabbed his cup, taking a sip of it. "So was Haiku, Alexandria, Cristina, Kat, and Joy," He listed off some of their old classmates who assisted him in the raid.
"Woah, Nelly," Liam whispered at the sheer gravity of the event. They've seen it on the news. Several news stations covered it non-stop for weeks from the invasion, standstill, and the aftermath. Repairs are still ongoing, along with investigations. His skillful artic eyes scanned their frowns and slumped shoulders. Their closest friends, people they knew for years, fought against monsters pretending to be people. All for their safety.
"They're safe, so don't worry about it," Lincoln admitted, attempting to uplift the mood. "Besides, our food is getting cold," He grabbed some garlic knots before gesturing to Clyde. "I hope you're ready for a Dance Battle," Clyde smiled as they fist-bumped. The classmates enjoyed their meal, playing arcade games, and winning a few prizes here and there. Overall they had an excellent time together before leaving the establishment together.
"Lincoln," Stella called out to him before approaching his motorcycle. Her sleek black hair grew towards her lower back despite being tied into a ponytail. She never thought she had to look up at Lincoln after years of being the tallest in their friend group. Now that streak ended as she tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. It scared her. Cold, focused, and fierce. He was analyzing her to her core. A few seconds have passed, but he found several ways of immobilizing and killing her if need be. He won't do that to Stella. She rubbed her arms, glancing at the pavement. "I wanted to say…thank you for saving me from Rusty," Stella muttered as bad memories of that event replayed in her mind. Why did he do that? Why did Rusty resort to doing so…?
Lincoln cracked a smile easing her worries. "Don't worry about it, Stella," He answered his former romantic partner. If you guys follow Javi's comic, It's (Not) your fault, then you should know what I'm talking about. But probably worse. I still haven't figured out all of the details yet. "We stopped him before anyone got hurt. At least we got a few days off from school because of that fire," He joked a bit as a giggle slipped from her lips. Stella snaked her tanned arms around his midsection, holding him tight as she did in the past. She missed this. She missed him. Holy shit, he has some muscle now.
"I missed you, Linky," Stella informed her friend, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.
"I've missed you too, Stells," Lincoln announced. Some of their classmates were still around. They placed a finger on their lips. Not a saying word to give the pair some privacy. He checked his watch. "I have to get going," Lincoln stated, having one more place to visit. She let him go, yet a hand remained on his sleeve. "We'll talk later to catch up," He grinned as she nodded. Her warm, gentle lips marked his cheek. "Stella?"
"Please stay out there, and I'll um see you around," Stella replied before turning to her car. Lincoln grazed his cheek before shaking his head with a smile. He revved his motorcycle and rode off as she watched him fade away in the distance.
"Albert, Myrtle, you guys have a visitor," Sue shouted to the couple playing cards. The pair glanced at each other and shrugged. One of Albert's grandkids probably came to visit. They placed their cards down before walking off. Scotts attempted to sneak a peak, but Gayle stopped her. Someone tapped Albert's shoulder. Again with Myrtle. What's going on here?
"Hey, Pop-Pop," Lincoln chimed in from behind to their shock.
"Lincoln?" They questioned as he opened his arms to his grandparents. They embraced each other. "When did you get back?" Myrtle asked her step-grandson.
"Yesterday," Lincoln answered with a grin as he held them close. "Come on, we have a lot to talk about," He placed his hands on their shoulders as their wedding rings shined for a moment. Lincoln, his grandparents, and their friends had a lovely time together at Sunset Canyon. It was almost time for him to leave when Albert took Lincoln along for a chat drinking a beer together.
"You've been through a lot, haven't you son?" Albert remarked as they sat outside. Lincoln nodded, leaning back in his lawn chair as he took a sip. The veteran knew that hollow look in his grandson's eyes. Both have taken lives. At least, Albert had decades to make peace with his demons. On the other hand, Lincoln is still a child, finally old enough to drink. He probably saw more combat than him. "Here's some old man advice. Don't blame yourself, okay?" Albert advised popping the bottle cap off his beer. "Honestly, you were more justified than me when I first joined the service. You took down those rotten bastards before they could harm anyone else," He continued as the bitter liquid streamed down his aging throat. "You did just work, Lincoln," Albert praised as Lincoln stared into the green distance.
"I still feel like that I could've done something else in some of my missions," Lincoln claimed, remembering some of his earlier missions. A mission in West Virginia came to mind. Opioids still ravaged the state, but crystal meth and coke are making their claim. Numerous drug houses were listed shipping their products to Canada, South and Central America, Europe, and Russia. They cleaned at least a dozen houses in that week. Many of them were in abandoned homes, often in the rural areas. The raids were quick yet dangerous, with volatile chemicals guarded by living gaunt skeletons barely clinging to their final visage of life. He was so close in convincing a couple. Lincoln wasn't sure who was which. Those drugs ravaged their bodies, unable to distinguish their genders. So close. So fucking close in taking them alive to get them the help they needed. Nope! Meth and crack are a hell of a drug. It dissolved their minds and sense of reason turning everyday citizens into barely better than rabid beasts. Albert got up, planning a hand on Lincoln's shoulder, offering a gentle smile.
"You've done the best you could, Lincoln," The elder replied.
"Thanks, Pop-Pop," Lincoln muttered before finishing his bottle. The men stood up and hugged each other. "I'll see you later at Thanksgiving," He added before they headed back inside.
Lincoln parked his motorcycle as he took off his helmet. His ears picked up chaotic chatter in his home. He exhaled. All of them were here. This should be fun. Lincoln stepped to the door and opened it, revealing his remaining older sisters in the living room. They were watching Dream Boat. Lori glanced at her phone before checking at the door when her businesswoman eyes expanded before abruptly standing up from the couch. The rest followed their elder sister as a long silence permeated the house. "Sup," Lincoln gave them the rock-on devil horns, holding his black and orange helmet.
"LINCOLN!"They rushed him with Leni at the front, followed by Luna, Lynn, and Lori wanting to hug the shit out of their brother. Here's the sobbing, leaking mascara and the barrage of questions. He scanned their attire, noticing slight wrinkles and a mild smell. They took the earliest flight or train that they could when Lisa sent the message. Lori's out of her business suit in favor of a comfortable teal blouse, flats, and onyx leggings with her blonde hair in a bun. Next is Leni, the ever trusting fashionista turned city official bawled the loudest. Her black jacket rested on the couch, revealing her seafoam crop top showing off her pierced navel, black jeans, and go-go boots. Luna in her purple romper and bandana and thigh-high gladiator shoes. Huh, she dye-dipped her hair purple. Finally, Lynn Jr. is in a crimson hoodie displaying a grey t-shirt with a red one in the center, black leggings, and vans shoes. Their embrace grew tighter, crushing his ribs and lungs. Shit, it's getting hard to breathe. Lincoln relaxed his body, slipping out their constricting hold, leaving nothing but air for them to grab. "Sorry about but you were crushing me," He admitted angling the right side of his body to them. Lynn's foot bumped into something rolling over to Luna, who picked it up.
"Hey dude, you dropped your…." Luna started before taking another look at the object. Her eyes widened while her heart performed a drum solo. It's an arm?! They jumped away from it in a panic. She checked her sisters. All of them had two arms. They snapped their heads towards Lincoln's blank face. Leni's trembling hands reached her mouth before unleashing an ear-splitting shriek alerting the entire house. Oh no. Lincoln thought to himself. They hurried to the living room.
"What's going on here? OH MY GOD!" Rita demanded before gasping at the misplaced arm. "Lucy, Lisa," She accused her two daughters.
"It wasn't us this time," Lucy defended herself as Lisa nodded. The house rambled on in a panic about the arm.
"Arm, return to base," Lincoln commanded the body part. It hummed and glowed for a second before hopping to its fingers. Leni screamed again as they watched it return to Lincoln like a spider. He grabbed it and reattached it to his left shoulder with a grunt. Man, that stings. Lincoln practiced a few punches. Everything is in order. They observed his terrified eyes. He lost his arm?! He lost his fucking arm?! "Collapsed building with radioactive waste," Lincoln informed his concerned family. They left it at that.
The Louds and Casagrande's had a lovely evening together for this Thanksgiving dinner. They were ecstatic about Lincoln's arrival with a level of awkwardness from Ronnie Anne. She punched him in the shoulder for worrying her before hugging him. Nevertheless, glad that he was safe. Lincoln cut the turkey before dessert was served. Pumpkin pie and turkey. A chorus of burps complemented by dazed smiles. They were more stuffed than the turkey. Carlinos patted his stomach in satisfaction before glancing at Lincoln.
"Oi, Lincoln, what's your kill count from Hammer Down?" He asked when Carlotta smacked the back of his head. "OW! I was just asking!" He grumbled, rubbing the stinging flesh as they glared at him.
"I don't know," Lincoln shrugged in disinterest. "You don't really keep count," Albert nodded at his answer. "My best guess is in the hundreds, probably a thousand. I don't care for KDA," His eyes grew hollow and haunting. "I play for the objective,"
"You killed people, Uncle Lincoln," His niece whispered. The oldest daughter of Lori and Bobby with her younger brother Luis
"Sorry, Jessie, but I had to," Lincoln replied in a somber tone. "Many of them didn't give me a choice," He sighed.
"Come on, dude, there's always a choice," Luna countered. A dull, dark chuckle came from Lincoln's mouth, erecting their neck hairs with a cold sweat. It was slow and methodical, mocking his sister's illogical consideration.
"You're right. There is a choice," Lincoln continued. "My other options were letting them live or allow them to escape, enabling them to wreak havoc on countless innocents. Eliminating them is the smart choice," Lincoln arched his eyebrow before interrupting her. "Don't give me the value of life crap. The last time I checked. We aren't Bible-thumping evangelicals who use the word of God as an excuse to people like trash. Instead of using it as intended to help their fellow man as God's creations," He narrowed his eyes at her, rendering mute. "I've been doing this for over three years. I practically heard everything," Lincoln grabbed his cup of water. "Eventually, you stopped listening and stopped caring," His Adam's apple bounced with each gulp. "Still doesn't matter. They still did what they did. I swear the number of times I heard the crappy childhood, horrible parents, and being bullied at school. I had more reason to become a villain when I was eleven than what they experienced in their pathetic lives," Lincoln stated, delivering a blow to his family. "Your next question is, what was the most memorable kill," Carlinos gulped at his cold smirk. "Not the most memorable but one of the more interesting missions," He glanced at his hand. "I choked a man to death," All of their hearts reached a standstill at his casual tone. "Two years ago, and I can still feel his pulses getting slower and softer as his face turned a lovely shade of purple until…nothing," The twins huddled with each other at his tale. Even Lucy and Lisa were disturbed by him. Lucy's all for death and darkness, knowing that her dear brother killed someone with his bare hands … chilled her to the core.
"Lincoln…," Ronnie Anne muttered at what Lincoln had done.
"Don't feel pity for him," Lincoln responded, waving off his hands. "He helped run a human trafficking ring in New York. Shame that I did in front of his family, though," They had to double-take at his statement. "What?" He asked at their horrified eyes.
"In front of his family?" Bobby questioned. Fuck. Lincoln became ruthless over the years.
"In my defense, I didn't know," Lincoln retorted. "Besides, they were in on it; at least the mother was," He shrugged at the details of the mission. "The son tried to swear vengeance on me. I told him that we'd simply kill him and return to our families. Nobody cared if he was a good father. Your dad bought, sold, and traded people like they were baseball cards. If you want to see him again, be my guest," Lincoln recanted his statement to the son before focusing on Carlinos. He shuddered at Lincoln's gaze. "He should be around your age, Carlinos. And you're still doing scams from the last time I checked," The temperature dropped as they tugged at their collars. It's getting more difficult to breathe. "I may be discharged, but I'm still an active member of Hammer Down," Lincoln's eyes flashed dull cobalt, locking the Casagrande in place. No, he was not locked. Chained, restricted, bound, unable to move unless Lincoln demands it. "If you do continue down this path of harming innocents taking everything they held dear for a quick buck," His soft voice held cutthroat malice as the hand of Death laid a friendly hand on Lincoln's shoulder. His loyal avatar. "I'll have no choice but to kill you myself if need be. You being my cousin-in-law doesn't grant you a single layer of safety from me," Lincoln's eyes narrowed at the sweating and shivering Carlinos. "It makes you a priority," Lori and Bobby shielded their children from their menacing brother. Albert's instincts were on high alert from Lincoln's words. Yet, he was proud of his grandson.
"Come on, Lincoln. You're just pulling my leg, right?" Carlinos stammered with an anxious grin. He believes in choking a man to death. But threatening to kill his own cousin-in-law? That's a bit of a stretch. They were waiting for the punchline or the 'I'm joking' line. Come on, Lincoln, don't keep us waiting. His face didn't change. "Right?!" The Casagrande repeated in a squeaking voice as if he's going through puberty again.
"Wait, where did he go?" Lucy brought up pointing to his empty seat. Holy shit, they didn't see him move. Several family members stood up, turning their heads and looking under the table.
Carlinos placed a hand on his chest, tugging at his shirt. "Dios Mio, that's a reli-gawk!" He muttered when two fingers were inserted into his mouth and pulled at his cheeks and a palm on his shoulder. Holy fuck, Lincoln was right behind. Carlinos' brown healthy complexion matched the mashed potatoes minus the gravy. Although, his underwear might be brown now.
"No, es una promesa que espero no tener que cumplir," Lincoln warned as he played around with fingers. Carlinos whimpered for someone to help him. They can't. Lincoln's became stronger, smarter, and deadlier than all combined. "Te sorprenderá lo fácil que se puede arrancar la piel como una correa de velcro barato," He replied, adding more pressure to demonstrate before releasing him. Lincoln shook the excess spit off his fingers as he grabbed a napkin. Carlinos collapsed on the table, panting as if he was saved from drowning. His brain told him to, but his body won't let him. He could only stay there like a pile of fresh meat waiting to be consumed. Lincoln ignored their frightened faces while cleaning his fingers when his ringtone broke the silence.
"This is Loud," He answered the caller. They couldn't hear the voice while Lincoln nodded then widened his eyes. "Already?" He replied in a shocked tone. "Yeah, I'll be able to come this week," Lincoln ended the call placing his hand at his side. "That was my supervisor. They found a residence for me, so…" He explained before clapping his hands as his family frowned. "I better get packing," Lincoln said when his phone rang again, playing the pipe organ. "Hey, Haiku. Yeah, I got the report," Lucy leaned in closer for more details of the conversation. "You too? Cool, I'll talk to you later," Lincoln smiled before hanging up. He narrowed his eyes at the smirking Lucy. "Shut up, Lucy," Lincoln remarked.
"I'm not saying a single word, big brother," The young goth teased with a toothy grin.
Today's the day after another tearful embrace from his family. Lincoln hopped on his motorcycle and rode to the coordinates. He passed the 'Royal Woods' sign right when a blue cable car entered the town. It was an uneventful trip, cruising through Fern Valley then making a right turn. The landscape shifted from cold, dull concrete into lush, dense forests. He should be getting close. A black SUV can be spotted in the distance as people are waiting for him. Lincoln slowed down before stopping the rumbling engine.
"Glad you could make it, Lincoln," Alex answered as Lincoln took off his helmet. Alexandria and Haiku were there too. Alexandria had her classic sports crop top, black leggings, and grey running shoes. Haiku wore a scarlet A-line dress with obsidian komodo-like style and a wrap skirt resting on the back of her knees and thighs.
"I would've been here earlier, but you know how my family is," Lincoln told the group. More crying and hugging. They demanded he messages them as soon as he settled in. He glanced at the house. "Is this it?" Alex nodded. It's a stone-colored contemporary-style house given its stories and smooth, clean lines. Lisa would love the symmetry. The framework spells craftsmen given by the materials and the slight angle of the roof. It's a bit larger than the average home, but everything is organized and sectioned off. He exhaled out of his nose. "I…guess this is it," Lincoln commented upon viewing his new home. "Are two still settled in?" He asked his team. They nodded, holding up their keys, causing him to smile. "Cool, cool, cool…," He whispered. A few seconds passed when he surprised them both with a hug. "I'm going to miss you girls," Lincoln muttered sincerely as they wrapped an arm around him with their smiles. Alex grinned at the scene when Lincoln got an idea. "Hey, you guys should check out the house with me," He offered his teammates.
"We would like that," Haiku grinned. Lincoln glanced at his cousin, who nodded in approval. He released them from his hold.
"I can't wait to see your places too," Lincoln smiled, holding his new keys. "Man, how far do I have to travel to visit you two?" The girls shared a knowing gaze.
"That won't be necessary, Lincoln," Alex advised. Lincoln raised a brow. Won't be necessary? A clicking sound caught his attention. Haiku unlocked the door with her key. Alexandria did the same. His eyes widened as he pointed towards the women. Agent Cunningham nodded with a grin, gesturing towards the home. They were going to be together?! Lincoln went to the door where his teammates were waiting for him.
"Welcome to our new home, Lincoln," The pair said before closing the door behind him
Lincoln set up with his silver HP laptop on his black study desk. His room was relatively spacious. It made him a bit uncomfortable. Lincoln should be ecstatic about it with a queen-sized bed, a walk-in closet, a large brown dresser with a matching nightstand, and his own fucking bathroom. The room felt empty. Maybe he should do some shopping later. The webcam activated, displaying a screen of his family. They were assaulted with a volley of questions, but luckily their microphone was off. Lori turned it on. "Before you start, yes, I'm settled in. They shipped my stuff when I was home," He answered the first set of questions. "Plus, this place was already furnished. Don't know who the original owners are," Lincoln shrugged when Luna pushed herself into the front of the camera.
"Where are you now?" The rockstar asked. "Are you good and everything?"
"I'm a little past Fern Valley right before Huntington Oaks," Lincoln explained. Okay, not that far away. They're glad that he's still in Michigan. "Me and my roommates are ordering a pizza. We'll probably go shopping later,"
"They gave you roommates?" Lori asked. She thought he'll be by himself until whenever.
"It's a logistical thing. They put a group of us together, so they don't have to find individual housing for us," Lincoln explained to his business professional sibling. "The house is kinda big for its layout,"
"Who's your roommates?" They probed. Were they someone he knows or random strangers?
"It's uh um Alexandria and Haiku," Lincoln shyly revealed with a mild blush. "Apparently, Kat and Joy are joining us in a few months," His family remained silent for a moment, exchanging glances with each other at the information.
"So let us get this straight, bro," Lynn Jr. started. "You're relatively far away from society alone with two soon-to-be four girls," She described the situation. "Do you have condoms, at least?"
"LYNN!"
Haiku did some late-night reading when she perked up her head and cupped her ear. A short frightful scream followed by footsteps and a door closing. That was Lincoln! She placed a bookmark on the current page and closed it. Haiku found Lincoln sitting at the dining room table, taking deep breaths, clutching his head. "Are you alright, Lincoln?" Lincoln flinched at the sudden appearance of her gentle voice. He wiped his face as she took a seat.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lincoln shuddered as she blankly stared at him. She doesn't like liars. "I just had a bit of a nightmare," He gazed down at the table.
"New York," Haiku answered in a somber tone with a sympathetic expression. He slowly nodded as she held his hand. Both remained silent, enjoying the other's presence.
It had to be one of their most brutal and high-stakes missions, if not the most brutal that they ever encountered. The mission is to locate and arrest or eliminate a group called 'I am Hatred.' This group went on a multi-state rampage driven by nihilism and misanthropy. They view the human race as an infestation of maggots feasting on the corpse of the world. Destruction is the only solution. Hammer Down and other agencies were unaware of them for years due to primarily targeting isolated, low-income settlements early on. They traveled to mainly red states like Kentucky, Texas, and Arkansas, with.' tons of empty landscapes like Arizona, Nevada, and Wyoming. Seriously, who lives in Wyoming? For the simple reason, nobody would care. What unnerved them the most was that the group wasn't organized. It was nothing more than a ragtag group of strangers united by sheer disgust and hatred of the world. Fortunately, it made them independent with their methods to their madness. Especially since they went their separate ways once law enforcement and other agencies took an interest in them, however, it made them simpler to find, as if you can find one than find the others. Eye witness reports, survivors, and social media enabled them to identify eight core members.
Silvester Jada Gabriels from Ohio was their first target. In his seventies, a disgraced actor turned politician who had one too many scandals yet still had a following. His shameful disgrace was opposing the Child Marriage ban. He claimed that girls had the most potential to be molded into the perfect wife for their older and more experienced husbands. He lost by a landslide, even more so when it was revealed that his current wife was the fifteen-year granddaughter of one of his colleagues. Silvester became a reclusive drunk with nothing to his name years before he popped on their radar. They found out that he was a member of a club who had deviant tastes. It was quickly discovered and raided, but he died of a heart attack before they attacked. Fortunate smiled upon them as they found his records about the other members.
Violet Gord Garey from Lincoln, Nebraska, is a former maintenance worker in her forties. She was fired for horribly shoddy and lazy work resulting in numerous OSHA violations. It took them so long because their workers were in teams until they randomized it and gave them individual assignments. However, Violet didn't work alone. In his early fifties, she had a partner, Ben Thornton, a real estate company's insurance broker, and co-owner. The pair did an insurance scheme. Violet did the lazy work while Ben provided the insurance for those affected via a shell company. Millions of dollars with hundreds of people left destitute with a few dozen dead. Violet didn't fight when she was caught while Ben ran away. He was caught three days later. Mr. Thornton believed that he did nothing wrong as he was trying to get a paycheck like everyone else. So what if people died? Their deaths kept him employed.
Anna Emilia Rose is from New Jersey but came from the UK. A receptionist and avid sports fan. However, she had a monstrous temper. Further research labeled her as a fanatic misandrist. It got worse the deeper they dug. Their analysts connected the dots linking her to several murders during the winters. Her targets were men and women who, in her mind, supported the patriarchy. Essentially women with positive relationships with their fathers. It also didn't help that she had a bit of a following who often helped her find marks. They dubbed themselves the Amazons or Wonder Women. An investigation was launched with Lincoln as the target. It was a speedy trial with twelve arrested sentenced to life without parole.
Aric Elvin Griffin. He's a twenty-three-year-old social media influencer from California. His Youtube channel Vibelife had several million subscribers, a million on Instagram, and a few hundred thousand on Twitter. The Griffin family runs a travel agency allowing him to vlog his trips. Also, fitness videos, click baits, and 'prank' videos. You know the ones. Those super-annoying ones that are basically crimes. Plus, a controversial video in the Middle East that made the Japan video from the Paul brothers look like a super bad spoof parody from the early days of Youtube. Yeah, his subscriber count dropped further than your standards due to being drunk and horny at the club looking for a hook-up. Furthermore, his Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat were either on probation or deleted. Now Aric's forced to work in the background at his parent company away from the spotlight.
Aric spent days, even weeks, viewing his lifeblood drain from him. The validation from millions of strangers fed him, and he's starving. He needed something big. Epic. Something people will remember for years on end. Well, he did do something. Another Youtuber/Influencer, one of the good ones called LifeBloom, sponsored a local event to celebrate the beauty of life and nature. He and a few of his loyal stans drove straight through the crowd. Some even opened fire on the screaming civilians. Stationed operatives quickly subdued the group and video equipment to live-stream the event. His lawyers attempted the Affluenza excuse, but the messages clearly showed the preplanned intent of his actions. Aric and his entourage were charged and arrested on multiple charges such as murder, attempted murder, aggravated assault with deadly weapons, and terrorist charges. He broke down, yelling, screaming, swearing at his sentence. The officers had to drag him out of the crowd while he ranted about who he was. They placed him in solitary confinement in a disclosed prison due to his remaining fans protesting and attempting to break him out.
I know, I know, guys. You want to get to the smut, but I'm world-building right now. I have like three people left.
Cassandra Werner & Samatha Hale from Colorado. Both were … friends in the loosest terms possible. Cassandra dealt with finances while Samatha was a producer. The women had lavish lifestyles but at the expense of others. Ms. Werner drained people's bank accounts, leaving them bankrupt via forgery, embezzlement, insider trading, and some of Ben's schemes. Cryptocurrency is her favorite one. It fueled her extravagant trips worldwide, filling her maw with exotic dishes as she added more to a collection. Mrs. Hale made drama shows and movies with several successful seasons and sequels. However, the protagonist is often based on her. At the same time, the villains and antagonists had a striking similarity to people that she knew. Old classmates, coworkers, friends, if she had any at this point, or people that she didn't like. That leads to several complaints and potential lawsuits. Thus she took a temporary vacation with Cassandra. They went to an art auction where Cassandra bought most of them with a bogus check. Bingo. The rest was simple. The FBI located her at her workplace with several warrants. They found a litany of spreadsheets incriminating herself and several executives. She confessed about what Samatha did with her shows and movies. She stalked, trolled, slandered, and cyberbullied someone to death. Her studio cut her off, and her fiance called off the engagement.
Now the last one, the leader of 'I am Hatred.' His name is Not Important. No, seriously, that's what he calls himself or N.I. They spent weeks discovering his identity. Nothing. He took a significant amount of time to keep himself a secret: no credit or debit cards, only cash. The advancement of the interstate transit system allowed him not to carry a driver's license. He was formerly military and born in New York, from what little they found. Furthermore, they gathered reports that he had created a bit of a cult with a stockpile of weapons thanks to the funding he received from the other members.
Not good.
Unfortunately, they couldn't stop the carnage with hundreds dead with thousands wounded or critically injured. The Hatred cult were fans of the Purge and Joker 2019 movie given by their masks and hoodies while being armed with pistols, knives, and whatever their foul hands could grab. They interrogated one of them. She mocked them with a bloody smile. It was all a diversion as their leader was coming to cleanse the state in the vengeful fire—the nuclear power plant. New York planned to shut down the plant due to system failures and leaking out tons of radiation; they rushed to the location, finding dead bodies and bullets holes as warning sirens flared.
Emergency and maintenance workers hurried to their stations to minimize the damage caused while others evacuated. N.I was found in the main reactor room with a worker's brain splattered all over the floor. He mumbled and grumbled as he rapidly typed in random numbers on the control panel for the access code. They finally got a decent look at him. He looked like he should be on the cover of a death metal band in the 80s or 90s with that long black hair. Lincoln engaged in a swift yet savage one-on-one fight with him right before he smashed the panel with more sirens flare. Why do that make these panels so frail? It's difficult to take down a man who views life as worthless and is willing to exterminate millions of lives, including himself, to prove it. Lincoln broke his nose with a solid punch forcing him back while wiping the sweat off his face. Shit, the reactor is overloading. The madman grabbed a blazing red pipe unconcerned that the heat melted his leather gloves like butter in a saucepan. He whacked the pipe into Lincoln's shoulder, knocking it out of its socket.
The Loud continued to dodge as this nihilist cackled at the automated yelling critical warning. A gunshot delivered by Kat solved his problem. They left him there to transport a reserve power core but were ambushed by more followers. Lincoln grabbed the power core with simple protective gear, but it wasn't radiation-proof. It burned his hand and nerves. He sprinted towards the backup generators. His stomach twisted and tumbled as his vision blurred. He shook his head as he continued. Lincoln recalled his earlier experiences with Lisa, placing the power core as best as possible while the professional double-checked with seconds to spare. System restoring was the last thing he heard before everything went dark.
Lincoln woke up in a hospital bed the next day, missing his forearm, but it was worth it. Plus, he got a fantastic replacement. N.I was still alive and stood trial along with whatever remnants of his cult were charged with crimes against humanity. Fingerprints, along with other bio-identifications, discovered N.I's actual name, born Damian Xavier Davis. He's been a conspiracy theorist, anti-government with an obsession with the apocalypse to restart the world for decades, being in his early fifties now. More records showed numerous complaints from his behavior since adolescence with the usual torturing of animals and attempting to kill his classmates a few times. His parents sent him away to a reform school but stabbed a guard along with several personnel before escaping. He's been on the run ever since. Damian changed his identity throughout the years with at least four known alias. Surprisingly one of them had a wife and kids. However, it ended in divorce due to his wife growing tired of coming 'end days,' and he disappeared soon after. The trials are still ongoing due to the number of participants and mounting evidence. He's currently in Rikers alone with nothing but his thoughts.
"It's hard to get over something like that, especially after Wheatglass. Shit, he still has supporters," Lincoln confessed somberly. He can't wrap his head around those people. Just why? Damian literally tried to blow up a nuclear power plant. Granted, it won't be that successful as it requires expert knowledge to do it. Also, modern nuclear power plants don't have the materials to reach critical mass.
"I'll go make us some tea, dear," Haiku offered as Lincoln whispered a quick thanks. He glanced at her smooth thick creamy thighs as she put the kettle on. Lincoln blushed when she turned her head at him. She smiled while the water boiled. He's trying so hard not to look at her. Don't feel ashamed, Lincoln, as Haiku wants him to look at her. She even wore those tight grey shorts that hugged her ass. Praise her genetics, but it made finding dresses and skirts a pain. Doesn't matter. Haiku loves her butt, and so does Lincoln. The women in his family have an impressive set of buttcheeks, especially Rita, Luna, Lynn Jr, and Lori. Thank the spirits. She's been doing her squats. Haiku poured two cups of lemon tea for them to enjoy before adding sugar. He smiled at the steaming beverage.
"Thank you, Haiku," Lincoln blew to cool it down. She nodded while taking a sip. It warmed their bodies during this crisp autumn night. No words are needed in this comfortable silence—only good company. Lincoln inspected Haiku for a moment. His breath was caught in his throat at the sight of his teammate. Haiku always had an elegant air around but now, as the moonlight rested on her body, highlighting her smooth face and raven hair made her look divine. She's only reading a book too! Her eyebrow raised at his prolonged gaze. He swiftly averted contact with rosy cheeks focusing on his cup. The goth smiled at his action. God, he's adorable right now, trying so hard. Don't worry, it's okay, Lincoln. You can look.
"Lincoln," Haiku spoke, catching his attention with a subtle grin. Lincoln's heart raced as he swallowed his tea. "Do you want to come to my room to watch some movies?" She offered, waiting for his answer. A simple consideration, yet it paralyzed Lincoln keeping him in his chair. She controls him like a classic vampire, thus compelling him to answer.
"Sure," Lincoln answered to her delight. They finished their drinks, placing the cups in the sink. She leads her room as his eyes follow her swaying hips. They stood before her door. Haiku opened it, gesturing for Lincoln to enter the lion's den, and followed him. Purple LED light stripes lined the upper corners of her room. She hasn't started unboxing yet, with her bookshelf remaining bare. Haiku's gentle hand tugged him to the bed, padding a spot for him to lay down. She maintained her grin as he sat next to the goth with a scarlet face while she scrolled through Netflix.
"Oh, the new David Steele mini-series is out," Haiku pressed play. A classic James Bond-style theme played while she rested her head on his shoulder. He's freaking out as she's cool, calm, and collected watching the first episode together. Why are you nervous? Lincoln thought to himself. It's Haiku, for crying out loud. One of your most trusted allies. Why the fuck does she smell so good?! No, no, no, no. You two are just watching a show together—nothing more, nothing less. You've done it before, so think about it like those other times. He absentmindedly placed an arm around her shoulder. Haiku's body pushed itself closer to him with her head under his chin as her hand rested on his chest. Shit. Now they're cuddling. However, that didn't bother him. It felt right, having her right there with him. Lincoln trusted her with his life. She never disappointed him. Haiku made him feel…safe. Lincoln's body relaxed with a gentle smile as the pair continued to watch. He glanced down at his crotch when the color drained from his face. A raging boner. Lincoln crossed his legs in an attempt to hide it. "Are you alright, Lincoln?" She asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine," Lincoln stammered as she blankly stared at him. A tense silence lasted for a few seconds as she continued to observe. Damn, he's sweating bullets right now out of all the things Lincoln has encountered. Haiku's glare is one of the few things that scare him. She got close to his neck and sniffed it.
"You're feeling amorous, Lincoln," Haiku confirmed, rubbing his chest, invoking a few shudders. "Was it because of me?" She questioned, piercing him with her eyes.
"Yes," Lincoln admitted, knowing not to lie to her. "I'll just go," He started to move only for her hand to push him back down. "Haiku?" Lincoln's eyes bulged out at the action.
"Please, allow me," She offered, sitting on his thighs. The male Loud turned his head with a raging blush across his face. "No need to be nervous, dear. We've been intimate before," Her face quietly blushed as they recalled some of their past missions together. It was lovely being regular people for a while.
"Yeah, but those were missions," Lincoln confessed despite enjoying them as well. "This is different,"
"So," Haiku shrugged off the concern. She still wanted to hear what he had to say.
"I'm just scared, that's all," Lincoln revealed. "I never had the best romantic luck. Cristina, Ronnie Anne, Paige, Stella," He listed off his past relationships while her eyes softened. "Haiku, you're one of the few people that I trust with every fiber of my being. I don't want to lose that," Lincoln signed with a frown.
"I'm not going anywhere," Haiku crossed her arms in determination. "Besides, we're done with Hammer Down. No more missions, regulations, or protocols. I'm Haiku Forrester, and you're Lincoln Loud. She explained, pointing to herself and him. "A man and a woman who enjoy each other's company," Haiku smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes at the gentle touch. "Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Lady Haiku," Lincoln answered to her excitement. His face was red and ready for her.
"Good boy," Haiku responded calmly but riveting with glee. She slid forward, resting her rump on his groin before planting a sweet, gentle kiss on his inviting lips. He deserves this. "Good boy," She whispered, grinding her face-smothering rear end on him. Her breath was warm and sweet, gently teasing across his neck. Haiku sensed his breathing froze momentarily. She grinned upon hearing his involuntary, barely audible whimper. "It's okay to give in…." Haiku advised dragging her nimble tongue along the carotid artery. "It's okay to surrender," She whispered, her lips sensually claiming his ear for her own. His breathing increased in tempo before taking a deep breath to calm himself. Haiku paused briefly, allowing her words to sink in that beautiful brain of his. He gasped when she nibbed softly on his ear."Tonight… my dear Lincoln," She released her teeth, staring into his submissive eyes. "You're mine," That single statement erupted goosebumps throughout his body. "And darling, just to be clear," Haiku firmly caressed his face so he wouldn't turn away from her. "I'm not asking. I'm explaining," He grew harder under her command. "Do you understand?" He slowly nodded with a vacant expression. "Use your words. I don't speak bottom," Haiku ordered.
"Yes, Lady Haiku," Lincoln asked like the good boy he was.
"Good," Haiku remarked before glancing at his stiff arms at his sides. They haven't moved. "You can touch me, Lincoln. You have your Lady's permission," He placed his hands on her ear-covering thighs and slowly caressed, gliding his fingers up and down. "Mmhmm, just like that," She moaned before shivering at the cold metal of his left hand. He was fortunate that he didn't lose his entire arm. The radiation stopped to his elbow, enabling an easy amputation. They gave him two prosthetics. One resembled his biological arm made from reinforced plastic made from his DNA. The other was his battle arm. Lincoln equipped it whenever he went on missions. This one was more mechanical, made out of a bronze-titanium alloy. It's virtually unbreakable, highly flexible, stainless, and retractable, thanks to a tiny receiver near the elbow and transmitter chip at the base of his neck. Why does he have it on? Haiku grabbed his metal hand.
"Lady Haiku," Lincoln asked while she inspected it then rubbed it against her cheek.
"You've been through so much, Lincoln," She whispered, kissing his hand. "Enduring so much pain, tragedy, and horror due to your deep love for people," Haiku gave his hand squeeze. "You pushed your incredible planning skills to the limits. Even sacrificing your own arm. You risked your health to stop a self-proclaimed delusional agent of the apocalypse, saving countless millions," Haiku continued her praise. "Yet you never asked for anything in return. You've been so strong for oh so long," She gazed at him. "Not anymore, my dear Lincoln. I'm giving what's been denied to you," She gave him a feral grin. "I won't be much of a good Lady if I didn't reward you every so often," Lincoln didn't know what to make of that glint in her eyes. He detects affection, admiration, sheer primal hunger and passion, and a sliver of mischievousness. Lincoln sweated as he was intimidated by his friend. Well, you do have a gentle femdom goth girl with phat ass on your lap. She took off her black t-shirt tossing it to the side, revealing her modest bust with pretty pink pierced nipples.
"Holy shit," Lincoln muttered with a scarlet face.
"Like them?" Haiku asked, holding her mounds up. He nodded in rapid succession. "Come here, baby," She opened her arms for him. Lincoln sat up with hands still on her pillowy thighs with his eyes still on her chest. Haiku gave them a little jiggle to entice him. He opened his mouth, hesitating for a moment before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it like a pacifier. This time, Lincoln's careful not to suck the metal bar out again. Haiku laced her fingers in his silky hair as she held him close to her chest. A maternal grin made itself on the goth's face observing Lincoln's relaxed face, shuddering his tongue swirled around the metal piece. Sweet Hera, he looks like a baby. Maybe one child won't hurt in a few years at least. Lilith is a good name. She sighed with contentment as this was a rather calming experience. Although, she won't be satisfied by simply breastfeeding him. Lincoln deserves more. Oh, so much more. Haiku pouted at her options as they had a few short hours until morning. "Um, Lincoln, why are your pants still on?" She glanced at his crimson basketball shorts.
"My apologies," Lincoln muttered as she got off him. He tossed his shorts to the side then his orange shirt. Lincoln covered himself with his arms, insecure about his scars. Haiku shuffled forward and opened his arm for her to see this chest. There's no shame here, Lincoln. Her fingers traced whatever scar she could find. So many battles. Another sweet kiss was placed on his lips. Then another, then another, then another. Haiku slipped her tongue into his mouth with no resistance, finding traces of lemon lingering around. He accepted her as she cupped his handsome face. She didn't want him to move while he rubbed, caressed, and massaged her warm, soft buns. Their bodies heated with desire and passion while their lips danced and tongues twirled around. There's no rush. They're just a man and woman who trust and value each other. Haiku slithered her hand down underwear. She glanced at him, gripping the waistband. He nodded. She slowly removed the garment, leaving him as the day he was born. Haiku bit her lip and purred at his throbbing member. It twitched up and down as if he was waving or saluting her. A quick glance and smile were all that was needed for him to open his legs wider for her. So obedient. That's how she loved her boys well, a boy in this case.
"Good boy," Haiku grinned. He squeaked at the words. She took off her shorts, followed by her black lace. Heat rushed throughout his face viewing this masterful work of art. Creamy smooth ashen skin contrasting her gorgeous raven refracting the soft lavender LED lights. She smirked at his hungry gaze as he took up her form before crawling towards him. Lincoln gulped at the approaching huntress and offered himself to her. Haiku swished around in her mouth before releasing a small pool of saliva into her hand. She grabbed his cock in a tender yet secure grip. Mhmm, she almost needed two hands for this. A wonderful cock attached to an even more wonderful man. Haiku stroked him slowly and steadily, coating his member with her mellow spit. "Better than doing it yourself, Lincoln?" She questioned while rubbing his toned chest.
"So much better," Lincoln moaned softly. His blue eyes open with a meek glint. "Can you a little bit faster, please?" Haiku stopped and tightened her hold on his penis. You're not in charge here, Lincoln. She is. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," He whimpered before she resumed her task. Haiku's velvet lips traced the edge of his neck, warming it with her breath before a particular spot. He yelped at the suction. She was a vampire while he was her prey.
"Let it all out, Lincoln," Haiku demanded before nibbling on his neck. Damn, she wished she had her favorite black lipstick. A trail of lipstick marks would be delightful. "I want to hear you," She increased her pace as his moans became vocal and desperate. His chest swiftly elevated and depressed with each shallow breath. "Lincoln, remember your breathing," Haiku taunted while rubbing her fingers on the sensitive swollen head. He recalled his training. One, two, three. In. One, two, three. Out. It relaxed his body and slowed his thundering heart rate. Haiku grabbed his face again, forcing him to look at her and only her. She's the captain now. Lady Haiku stuck her tongue out, as did he. Their tongues rolled around with their drool leaked on the bed. Don't worry; she'll wash the sheets later. Lincoln's eyes twitched as the pressure increased. Her hand continued its swift motion, getting him right there to the edge. His cock twitched and tensed up, getting ready to explode. She released him. He groaned and panted from the lack of contact while his cock bounced.
"There we go," Haiku purred. He didn't climax. "Oh, you thought I was going to let you cum that easily," She whispered into his ear, taunting him. "However, I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard that your brain factory restarts," Haiku informed with a cruel grin before kissing him again. "Don't worry, my dear. This will be one of the experiences of your life. I'll make sure of that," She grabbed the remote, checking the time. Good. He calmed down now. Haiku grabbed his phallus again, stroking him, alternating her speeds, bringing to the end and stopping. She did this several times.
"Please…Haiku," Lincoln pleaded with tears in his eyes. She edged him like eight times already. His balls were tight and swollen while the tip oozed and squirted pre-cum. She smiled at the desperation in his voice. Okay, he's earned it.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Haiku purred as she crawled over him. She positioned his cock at her leaking entrance. Both groaned as she lowered herself. "I'm going to countdown from five, okay," Haiku told him.
"But Haiku," Lincoln worried.
"Don't worry, it's a safe day today," She consoled as she started to bounce. "Five, four," Haiku muttered in a low voice before holding down his arms. She readjusted her position. Now in a squat stance. Lincoln gulped as she bounced harder and faster now. "Three," Haiku slowed down, grinding her hips like a wave then rotating her waist clockwise. "Two…" Haiku briefly paused as Lincoln's eyes began to roll back into his skull. "One," She leaned closer with their lips barely touching. "Cum, now," Haiku demanded. Lincoln squirmed and shook, jerking his pelvis as deep as he could into her, straining Haiku's insides. The goth moved, shivering from the thick white cream flowing out of her. Damn, it's like he dipped his dick into cake mix or pancake batter.
"Holy fucking shit," Lincoln mumbled, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"See, I told that I'll make it okay," Haiku smirked at the handiwork before glancing at his still rigid cock. "But we're almost finished," His heart dropped to his asshole. What does she mean by 'almost finished'? She gently kissed the tip and the sides, keeping that smirk. Her tongue licked the sides, then his testicles all the way to the head again. Haiku gave him a little wink before devouring his cock. She effortless took him into her throat.
All that remains from his balls which she firmly grasped. Haiku showed him no mercy, furiously bobbing her head, growling and slobbering that rabies-infected canine. Haiku's a vampire, after all. They love to suck. Lincoln shuddered at the vacuum-tight suction of her mouth and throat. His brain shut down, unable to process the mind-numbing pleasures. The last visage of his sanity flowed down her gluttonous throat. Haiku released him with an audible pop, wiping her mouth and chin spittle. Clean as a whistle. "Now, we're done, Lincoln," He didn't respond. Haiku crawled forward, snapped her fingers, and waved her hand in front of his face. Lincoln's blue eyes were dull and empty as his open mouth leaked out drool. "Oops, I may have gone a little overboard," Haiku predicted when a blue amorphous substance escaped her mouth and floated upwards. Oh shit, that's his soul. "Oh no you don't," She growled, grabbing it by the tail and forcing it back into him. Lincoln shot back up.
"Holy fucking shit, what happened," He asked with heavy breaths as he touched his body. "You sucked my soul out?!" Lincoln accused the goth girl before yawning.
"I'll fucking do it again," Haiku warned with a grin. Huh, the mini-series is still playing. She laid on her back with open arms. "Come lay down with me, Lincoln," Haiku offered softly to him. He's too tired to argue. Lincoln rested his head between her breasts as his eyelids grew heavier with each passing second while she played with his hair. Haiku grinned at his light snoring. "Have a good rest, Lincoln. Let Morpheus bless you tonight," Her eyes closed too as slumber consumed them both.
"Okay, alright, part two is completed," Lisa praised as she brushed the crumbs off her hands. "Now we have Alexandria and whatever the author has in store," She glanced at the reader. "Also, yes, Kat and Joy will be involved in this universe due to lack of characterization in the series. This makes everything easier," Lisa explained to us. "However, that won't for a long time due to how the voting works. Plus, we have to continue Shy QT and Cristina's chapter. The other random chapters with Mrs. Yates and Tabby," She continued with the explanation. "Now we wait, probably next year,"
It's so good to be done with the chapter. Yeah, I'm for the month but maybe I'll do something with Crystal Prison. Hopefully, I'll be done with the next CP chapter before the new year or not. I already have the outline. I just need to write. Also, I'll be closing the poll for the new name soon. I'm glad that Crystal Prison is gaining more fans
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