With the Normandy whisked away into the stars, I turned my mind to the task at hand. I needed to track down where Jorgal Innot's last known location. Now I had to find a krogan willing to part with the information if they knew. I sighed as I walked past the medical bay, Raisha curled up on a bed within. I pulled my head up, squaring my shoulders and set my jaw as I entered to CIC. Mat'al glanced over, leaning on a console in the Control Ring. I paused by his side. I couldn't meet his eyes.
"What's the plan, Captain?" Mat'al asked, noting my silence. I tensed my muscles to stop my frame collapsing.
"You know what we have to do," I said. Mat'al snorted.
"Yes, but what are the orders?" he asked. I grit my teeth. "No one said being captain was easy. No one said this war would be black and white," I squeezed my eyes shut. My fists relaxed.
"We're… going to Tuchanka, killing Jorgal Innot and her indoctrinated servants," I grunted.
"Roger that," Mat'al pushed himself off the console. "I'll have Indira search for her-"
"No need," I said, checking the clip. "I know who to ask," Mat'al frowned as I stalked away from the CIC, aiming for the cargo hold. "Get Shual, Utren and Savanor ready, I want them with me," I didn't even wait to hear the order confirmation.
I marched to the cargo hold, a shuttle in the midst of preparation. The crew straightened and saluted, but I ignored them. I diverted to the weapons bench, arming myself with the Locust and Paladin. The heavy weapon cache caused me to pause. I clucked my tongue, shuffling my weight. I clenched my jaw before throwing the cabinet open. My eyes scanned the array of weaponry before me. My eyes paused on a Cain, but I forced my eyes away. I grabbed a grenade launcher, slipping it onto the never-used back holder. I slammed the door shut, marching towards the shuttle. The krogan had gathered to arm themselves up, along with several others. Val spotted the grenade launcher on my back.
"Dell! Are you crazy? You aren't trained to use those!" he gawked. I ignored him, sitting on a chair in the shuttle. The krogan followed soon after. Val snapped his mandibles as I ran towards the weapons bench.
"Stay here," I said. Val froze, spinning to face me. "Krogan only,"
"But-" he started.
"That is an order, Autillin. I need you to lead the teams once I get Innot's location," I glanced to him. "I expect you to depart as soon as I get the information,"
"But… Aye, aye, Captain," he growled, shuffling.
I glanced to the wall opposite me as the shuttle door shut. As the shuttle powered through space at the atmosphere of Tuchanka, the krogan checked their guns, armour and amps, well, Savanor did. The dull green crested krogan cracked the shotgun. I tapped a button on the hologram beside me, bringing up a screen from the cameras. Before me was the ruined remains of a krogan civilisation. Camp Urdnot. I flexed my hand as the shuttle lowered to the ground. With luck, Ganar and Khel males were welcome in the grounds if they were under a captain… or Battlemaster in this case.
I pushed myself to my feet once the doors open, the three towering krogan following suit. The dusty land breathed death and despair. The air arid, causing dull ache in my throat. To add to this, smell of varren and gunpowder lingered. I ignored the crumbling concrete, the creaking metal that made up the ruins as I aimed for a nearby door. Krogan hovered in every nook and cranny, each casting long stares to me. I ignored them, following the cramped corridors and hefty doors until it opened into a large room.
The collapsed roof had formed a platform of rubble with a chair – a makeshift stone throne – atop it. Sunlight flooded in from above, the crackled concrete casting veins of light elsewhere. Below, a two tiered room, the middle sunken. To keep the paths clear, they shoved buckled pillars of concrete to the side. Monkey like creatures with massive tails sprinted around the area, sometimes chased by the odd varren. I turned my attention to the 'throne'. I started the clamber to the top. Two krogan unfolded their arms at my approach, stepping forward.
"Hold human," one held a hand before me. I glowered but stopped. "You may not approach the chief,"
"Oh really?" I drawled, I shifted my eyes past their massive frames as the two groups of krogan sized each other up. I drew back, noting the scarred, red crested krogan on the throne. I turned back to the guards. "Then tell Urdnot Wrex that Endellion Shaik requests an audience," The krogan glanced between them before one backed off. I folded my arms, staring up at the blue crested krogan before me. Shual and Savanor were quiet behind me, although Utren swayed.
"Shaik?" I heard rumble. I looked past the krogan, watching Wrex turn his head towards me. I flicked my head up in greeting. Wrex snorted, pushing himself off the throne. "Well, if it isn't the little pyjak herself. Last I saw you, you were running from rachni on Noveria," I cleared my throat as I walked around the krogan guard to approach. We shook hands. "We spent several hours searching for you after running into those salarians,"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We ran into a black and white salarian, asked if we had come across you. He didn't seem to know where you were," Wrex said. I shuffled.
"Shepard said he spent about 3 hours looking for me. You wouldn't have found me," I coughed. "Saren had kidnapped me at that point. But enough of what was. How have you been?"
"Good, or as good as one can get. Noticed you haven't stuttered yet," he smirked. I flicked my eyebrows up, smiling.
"I got better," I grinned. He chuckled as he returned to the throne, taking in the crew with me. "Wrex, I need help tracking down a female krogan. It's important,"
"Why, is she in danger?" Wrex asked, leaning back in the throne.
"The opposite, in fact," I shuffled, emptying my expression. "She is a danger," Wrex narrowed his eyes. A green crested krogan nearby bristled.
"Are you threatening one of our females, human?" he barked. I snarled, my simmering blood boiling.
"Did I ask for your opinion?" I snapped. "Because I don't recall doing so,"
"Our females are precious enough without outsiders murdering them!" the krogan rumbled. I narrowed my eyes, fingers twitching.
"You leave that female alive and you won't have any females left! She'll murder them all!" I shouted, fists curling at my sides.
"You dare accuse our females of murder? You come to our world to sprout madness-" the krogan snapped.
"Tell that to my XO, Jorgal Raisha!" I thundered. "Tell that to the krogan who had her throat slit by her own fucking daughter! Tell that to the krogan females die to thresher maws because Jorgal Innot disabled the maw hammers protecting the camp!" My body trembled, fire burning every nerve. "I don't give a fuck about what you think. I will find that female and save your fucking race whether you like it or not! She dies to my hand for what she did to Raisha. Now shut the fuck up!" I turned to Wrex, the krogan staring at me through narrowed eyes, the pupils narrow.
"Wrex, Jorgal Innot is what we call a Reaper Saboteur. She is not a krogan anymore. I have been fighting these things for over two years now. To where the Council is funding me to deal with the problem," I said. I swallowed the burning rage in my throat to calm my voice. "They look and behave like a normal krogan, but I assure you, they aren't. I've killed an elcor Saboteur who broke down the entirety of their planetary shield. I've just killed a turian Saboteur who tried to murder the Primarch of Palaven. I can show you the spines of these monsters and you will see they are not normal. They are machines, packed with generators. Wrex, I need to find this female before she kills more people, before she indoctrinates more. You were with Shepard, you've seen indoctrination!"
"Shaik," Wrex rumbled. "You are not telling me things I've not heard before and from someone I hold in higher regards than you," I straightened, flattening my expression to mask the shock. "Shepard said you might pop along at some point, looking for these Reapers in krogan skin," he judged me, staring over my frozen frame. "How strong is your krantt?"
"My krantt?" I blinked.
"Strong, over 14'500 strong with a well-armed fleet," Savanor said. "All willing to charge at her command," I straightened myself out, allowing tension the tease itself out my muscles. What I didn't say was I would have to ask my big brother for him to allow me to command his army, but still. Wrex blinked once, considering. He dragged air into his lungs.
"So, if you don't kill her, this army will descend upon Tuchanka to do it themselves," Wrex said. I nodded.
"This is ridiculous! Are considering killing one of our females?" the green krogan snapped. A rumbling sound escaped Wrex.
"No. I also have to consider the indoctrinated servants. How many?" Wrex asked.
"No idea, most likely women and children," I added. The krogan opened his mouth to burst his outrage, but Wrex stood up. He towered above me as he trudged towards me.
"There is no other way?" he asked. I shuffled under his harsh gaze.
"There is no cure for indoctrination," I said. "Once it takes hold, nothing will break you free," Wrex narrowed his eyes, turning to pace around the rubble top.
"You cannot be considering this madness," the krogan snapped.
"Uvenk, if there are people who threaten the lives of our women, we must deal with it," he grumbled. He turned. "Fine, Shaik, I'll tell you where she is," he stalked over. My back tightened. "But I am coming with you,"
"You don't trust me," I said. He snorted.
"I need to see it with my own eyes," he corrected. He ran a finger under his nose as he turned around. "The Jorgal survivors are in a temporary camp out on the Gulcink Plains. The male clans in the area are protecting them," Wrex grumbled. "They'll be war if this this gets out of hand. My rule can be tentative,"
"Fine," I sighed, reaching up to my ear piece. "Shaik to crew, Saboteur located on the Gulcink Plains. I'll be arriving there with the krogan leader. Do not approach without me," I said. "Shall we? The sooner we do this the sooner we can both get on with our lives," Wrex glanced to Uvenk. Wrex grabbed a shotgun from the side of his throne, slipping it on his lower back. We did the long march to the shuttle.
As Taedin flew us to the location, my eyes were on the empty seat in front of me rather than the jagged landscape of rubble below. Wrex watched me with cautious eyes. I believed he would have preferred Shepard to be here, to verify what he was doing was the only course of action. I wished that too, to a certain extent. I looked to my hands, finding them clenched. I concentrated on prying them free, but the tendons tensed and refused to listen. I bit my lip.
On the horizon, a sea of tents and rubble surfaced in the hollow of an abandoned city. The shuttle swung around the location, allowing me a chance to see the area better. Old towers lay still on the floor, metal fanned in broken circles from old round buildings. Light caught my eye, looking up to find two other shuttles following, both baring the Starquake name. I straightened as I stood up, Taedin lowering the shuttle down to the ground. We submerged ourselves in the rubble, towering 10m above our heads before the old underground shuttle bay surfaced. The shuttles landed, the doors popped open. I jumped out, already jogging up the stairs to the door before me. I spun around, watching the sea of people behind me. The combat team was in force, as were the Spectres, Saria and Algenis. Val, Indira and Anthon Cerr, upgraded to Commander, stood out in front. 18 of the crew were present. Even I noticed the flamethrowers on their backs. I narrowed my eyes as I turned to the door.
"Move out!" I ordered, striking off. The crew followed behind in neat rows. Wrex frowned down at me.
We meandered through the narrow passages, climbing staircase after staircase as we spiralled up to the surface. The concreted crumbled under our feet, the ceiling cracked as we marched. The air was heavy with dust and rotted metal. Metal stairs creaked under our weight as we opened the last door and into the sunshine. The tents above us, an array of creams and whites, blocked the light while casting a light shadow to the flagstones below. Before us stood an amphitheatre, filled with woman and children. The odd male dotted the rims. They straightened as I waved two fingers to the side. The crew behind me fanned out, a steady walk.
Below in the bowl of the theatre, a dark skinned, silvery green crested female stood, stopping mid-sentence as her eyes locked to my own. Her silvery-blue eyes narrowed. I stood at the top of the stairs as the room fell silent, heads turning to the sea of aliens flooding the room.
"What is the meaning of this, Wrex?" a woman barked, standing up. A cowl of red covered her crest.
"Shaik, wait-" Wrex warned. I glanced to him before turning to the female at the bottom of the room.
"You'll excuse me, ma'am, but I have a murderer to deal with," I said, starting the descent. Innot straightened, hands clasped before her.
"A what?" the stranger balked. Innot turned to face me as I reached the bottom.
"May I be of service, human?" Innot asked.
"Hmm, perhaps. Can you give me an explanation why you attacked your mother, Jorgal Raisha, and slit her throat?" I asked, raising a hand to rub my chin, beginning a slow pace around the outside rim of the amphitheatre floor.
"I beg your pardon?" she gaped, taking a step back. "W-Why would I wish to hurt my mother? My mother has not returned home for years!"
"Oh? Would you like to explain why she was found face down in the fissures beside the female Jorgal camp yesterday? Why she left a message to say that you attacked her?" I asked, raising a single brow. Innot's expression flattened. "Ah, you thought Raisha was dead? Amateur mistake," I smiled. Innot's eyes narrowed. "So, did you enjoy it? Breaking the maw hammers to attract maws to the area? How many did you want to kill?"
"How dare you?" a woman said. I turned to the crowd. "Innot would never do such a thing!"
"Then explain why her mother said Innot tried to kill her?" I asked. The woman stared at me. "Jorgal Innot is a Saboteur," I turned to Innot. "And she wants nothing less than the entire destruction of the krogan race," The krogan around me roared into life, voices rising high. Innot stood silent before me, calculating. She sighed. I frowned.
"Dell! Above!" Val yelled.
I twisted my body, omni-tool alight as I threw Marshal. I gawked. A baby krogan, about knee high, leapt down from the broken rafters above, knife in both hands as foam flew from its maw. Marshal sent it sprawling away from me. It screeched at me, already charging. Movement caught my attention, I spun to see a fist smash my face. I flew, crashing into the stone steps that made the seating as people screamed and fled. I shook my head out, already springing away from the area. A woman in dark blue clothes jumped down from a bench above, another blade in hand. A sword found the krogan's neck, splitting it clean. Algenis landed next to me. I spun to face Innot, watching her flee from a side door. I charged after her, ignoring how my face stung. Another child jumped on my shoulders. I drew my face away, catching the blade down the left side of my face. I Overloaded, the child screeching as it tumbled off me. I raised the pistol in my hand lining it up with the small krogan. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pulled the trigger. I turned before even looking to see if I had killed it. A squelch of a sword cutting flesh sound behind me, soon by footfalls.
Innot delved deeper into the ruins, abandoning the servants behind. I decided following her would be suicidal. As she turned down a pair of crumbling stairs, leading into the darkness, I stayed up, continuing on the path. A large room opened up, Innot sprinting across the open floor. I followed on a ruined cloister above. Innot glanced up with a frown on her face, covering the distance with ease as she ran through a doorway. I vaulted through a hole in the wall before me, entering another corridor. I lost track of the Saboteur, but I pressed on anyway.
I broke out into the sun, covering my eyes until they adjusted. The barren landscape highlighted the harsh rays above my head, the clouds wispy and dull. I skidded to a stop, staring down a swaying krogan across the ruined plaza. Algenis stopped beside me, pistol in one hand and a short blade in the other. I ignored the old krogan statues toppled from their pedestals, the dead flower gardens surrounding the edges and the drell beside me. The krogan wasn't Innot. I felt vibrations in my toes. Algenis shoved me to one side, leaping to the other, a fist swung past where I stood. I rolled, eyes up as Innot, decked in dark, angular Reaper armour, braced against the ground, the plates opening enough to allow fist thick cables through. I growled, Paladin in hand.
"Your name, Reaper," I snarled. "So when you bastards arrive I can hunt you down and kill you myself," Innot's face masked behind the Reaper plates.
"It matters not, we will come for you. Should I fall, Thebe will finish what I started," she said, voice underlain in robotics. I narrowed my eyes.
I heard a roar, shifting my eyes to watch Algenis intercept the second krogan. I back flipped onto a raised flower bed to avoid Innot's ever reaching cables. I ran to put some distance between myself and the krogan Algenis cut down the second krogan with ease, eyeing up the Saboteur before him. Innot charged, Algenis' bullets bouncing off, he rolled out of the way. Innot changed direction and raced after me. I jumped up narrow, broken beams to a floor above. Weakened by my weight, the path collapsed. I swung around, unbuckling the grenade launcher and aimed. I grunted with the force, stumbling backwards. Innot crossed her arms over her face, bracing against the impact. I waited for the smoke to clear, readying a second round. My muscles tensed, eyes scanning the empty plaza. I ran in a random direction, buckling the grenade launcher back in place with the pistol in hand once more.
A cable thrust through the floor below, circling my neck. I gagged, flailed as I tapped the omni-blade, throwing it beneath me. A robotic crackle filled the air as the cable cut, freeing me. Algenis fired the pistol to distract the female, allowing me time to retreat to the plaza floor. I fired three bullets before realising that against Reaper plate, it was pointless. I sheathed the Paladin. Innot charged, Algenis dodging as she pressed on to me. I ran to meet her, but dived out of the way, jumping off a half-broken column and bounced back, omni-blade out. I aimed for a gap in the plate near the shoulders.
I avoided her thrown arm, using it as a pole to swing around and limpet myself onto her back. I slammed the omni-blade into a gap, finding only cable. I grit my teeth as the flailing cables found me, squeezing and yanking my limbs as she thrashed to dislodge me. I used the blade to slice the cables strangling me. Algenis ran behind her, blade slicing through one trying to squeeze a leg off. The plates opened to free more cables. I jammed the omni-blade as deep as I could. Innot snarled, swinging herself until she swung me enough to enter punching distance. She swung around, hurling me off. I tumbled to the floor, rolling as I hobbled to my feet. Innot charged with a roar, but Algenis leapt on her back. Unlike me, the cables were ready and snagged him before he got a good grip, hurling him off. I raised a hand to the back of my boot, yanking out the metal dagger. Two blades in hands, one gleaming in the sun, the other glowing orange, I raced to meet her.
Innot glanced behind me as I charged. A bundle of cables swooped out, hurling me 20m across the plaza. I landed on the rubble with a grunt, snarling as I lifted my head. Innot stepped back, the Reaper plating vanishing as it clicked into pieces. I scrambled up, blades armed. I charged again. Why had she lowered her armour? Innot fell backwards, a smirk on her face. I grit my teeth, leaping up. If she wanted to die that-
Something held me, jerking my body as the momentum stalled. A second later, I flew back, a blue aura vanishing around me. Was she biotic? I crashed into the cracked slabs below. I wheezed, but rolled onto my feet. I picked myself up to charge. My gaze met that of Wrex, the krogan in full charge. At me. My eyes widened, jaw slacking as I dived to the side, avoiding a trampling. I turned to Innot as a sea of krogan females rushed out, hiding her from view. I spun back to Wrex in time to earn a punch to the face. I landed on my ass, hurling my eyes up as a shotgun pointed down at me, point blank. I stared past the large barrel to the krogan behind it. The pupils shrunk to thin lines in a sea of red. I lay there, gawking at the krogan.
"Wrex?" I asked. The shotgun cocked.
"I told you to wait, Shaik!" he roared. "What the hell are you trying to do here?"
"I… She's a Saboteur, Wrex-" I said, trying to find my feet. My shields took the full brunt of the shotgun. The shock landed my back on my ass.
"And the children, hmm? The females?" he snapped.
"T-They were indoctrinated, Wrex!" I pressed, praying my shattered shields would recover in time.
"Indoctrinated? You shot a child walking past you! It didn't even look at you and you just shot it!" he snarled.
"What are you talking about?" I said. "A child leapt at me from the roof! Another leapt at my back with a knife!"
"Bullshit, Shaik. I know what I saw!" Wrex snapped. I lay, frozen, staring at the krogan before me. My eyes shifted to the mass of bodies hiding Innot. The krogan remained hidden. "One minute you were speaking and the next you and your crew shoot everyone!" My gaze journeyed back to Wrex. My heart thundered in my chest. He… he didn't remember the child falling from the roof? He remembered nothing? Why? Why didn't he…
"Mental Assault… W-Wrex, listen, Innot's Specialisation is-" I said.
"I don't want to hear it, Shaik! I trusted you, trusted you to come here and treat my people with respect. But all you've done is shoot people with no good reason! I've not seen any proof for this fucking Saboteur you're raving about. Are you sure you aren't the indoctrinated one?" he asked. My eyes bulged.
"What? N-No, I'm not! Wrex, she's manipulating you-" I tried. I screeched when the shotgun tore through my shields, my lower leg burning as the remains battered through the armour. I rolled on the floor, gagging as my leg submerged itself in pain. Wrex cocked the shotgun, holding it off my face. I gawked down the barrel.
"Get off my planet," he snarled. I tore my eyes away from the gun. "Get, off, my, planet!" he repeated through grit teeth. I swallowed, easing myself onto my good foot. I staggered into a standing position, the shotgun followed me. Algenis crept behind me, omni-tool alight to apply medi-gel. Wrex following him with his eyes.
"Captain, I would recommend doing as he says," Algenis whispered. I looked over Wrex's shoulder. A swarm of male krogan shoved the Starquake crew shoved into the plaza, hands behind their heads. I swallowed. My eyes drifted over Wrex's other shoulder. Innot poked out from behind several krogan, a smile on her face. The shotgun clicked before me. I grit my teeth, fire burning in my stomach.
"Shaik to shuttles. We need evac. We're leaving," I said, jaw tight.
"Aye, aye, Captain. On our way," Bralem answered, voice tight.
I lowered myself to sheath the blade behind my boot, eyes on the shotgun as it followed my movements. I raised my hands beside my head as I turned around, walking towards an open area behind the plaza. The crew, seeing my predicament, followed. It only took a minute for the shuttles to arrive, but the metal was dented with bullet burns. My jaw creaked as they lowered to the ground. Wrex remained behind me, gun brushing my hair as the crew jumped into the shuttles, wishing to avoid a shove in. I stepped with Algenis. The shotgun and I now had distance. I glanced back as Wrex kept the shotgun armed. I hit the button for the door close.
"Don't come crying to me when maws kill your entire race," I muttered as it clicked close. The shotgun blasted the door. I winced as the shuttle pulled away.
The atmosphere would have crushed anyone to the size of a pea. I kept my eyes on the door, hands grasping the bars above my head to support my weight. The silence only worsened the bile in my body, the anger burning every sane thought. My fingers clenched the bar, straining to squeeze it more. The shuttles sailed inside the Starquake. The shuttle wasn't even stationary when I threw open the doors and dropped the half metre fall to the ground. I winced as my leg burned, but I limped onwards, applying more medi-gel to cover the pain.
"C-Captain, your weapons-" Phentos called. His voice died when I tore off my guns and the grenade launcher and threw to them to side.
"Wow, someone's taking a strop," Iona grumbled.
Something in me broke. I wheeled around and threw an Incinerate. I didn't hear the screams, my blood deafened me. People dived out of the way, the floor burned, smoke billowed. A peeling alarm burst out as the sprinkler systems surged to life. The water only agitated my anger. Iona gawked on the floor as I snapped around and marched into the elevator. I used my captain codes to override the fire alarm lock on the elevator, the alarm blurring my thoughts. When I stepped outside onto the CIC, the alarm silenced. I glimpsed Mat'al from the edge of my tunnel vision, a frown burned on his face as he approached.
"And what was all that-" he said. It happened it one swift motion. Mat'al stared me down, years of training honing his reflexes. He held my triceps, a purple omni-blade just off the underside of his jaw. It quivered as I strained to thrust it higher. He gazed at me through the blade.
"Don't. Speak," I hissed. Mat'al raised his chin to clear the blade. He took a step back before releasing my arm. The blade vanished.
I marched to the chair, bringing up a console. Mat'al grabbed Gideon by the shoulders, steering him towards the door. The boy trembled, but with a bitten lip, he shuffled to the engineering tunnels. A screen appeared before me. I folded my arms, weight off my injured leg. I waited, watching the connection dial spin. It vanished. I tensed my muscles as I redialled. It vanished again. I redialled. This time, it connected. Julian appeared before me, rubbing an eye as he tossed a datapad on the desk before him. He raised his eyes to mine.
"Delly," he greeted. "You don't look amused,"
"I need an observation team," I said. Julian raised an eyebrow.
"Can it wait, Delly? I'm in the middle of-" Julian sighed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I asking you to do some actual fucking work!?" I snapped. Julian raised his eyes to mine. He sucked in a breath.
"Dare I ask what happened?" he asked. I snarled.
"Saboteur, Jorgal Innot, krogan, Mental Assault, Tuchanka. Get a team to watch her," I growled. Julian scratched his cheek as he yawned.
"Let me guess," he shook himself out. "She manipulated the memories of those around her and you had to flee," My body trembled from the rage. "Hmm, thought so. All right, I'll get a team sorted,"
"Good," I said. I ended the call, limping away to the elevator. No one stood in my way. I diverted into the med bay. My eyes skimmed over Raisha, lying still on the bed. My fists by my side tightened, a swelling of tears rising. I staggered to a bed.
"Captain," Saere greeted. She glanced down to my leg, eyes skimming the cut on my cheek.
"Just fix it," I said, dragging myself on the bed. Saere clicked his mandibles, but gathered medical supplies. I lay back, trying to avoid the sound of the beeping a few beds away.
The Fact Sheet and Saboteur Sheet have been updated for this chapter. Please see profile for link to Archive.
A/N: Personally, I think this is a better ending than just killing her. We'll make up for it later, don't worry. In the meantime, to give you guys some warning, I've just finished chapter 32 (and 33 technically but 32 is the biggy) and my God it's a long goddam chapter! It's currently standing on 8470 words, making it my longest chapter to date. And the best bit? I can't even find a place to chop it, and this is only the first draft as well! Just to give you a heads up of a monster chapter coming up. But it's good fun, you'll know what it is by next chapter!