July 16, 2009
The streets of Latveria erupted with chaos. Explosions and gunfire echoed against the ancient stone buildings as Spider-Man and the X-Men engaged in battle against Sabretooth, Arclight, Vertigo, and Blockbuster. The team fought tirelessly, but the relentless ferocity of their enemies made every moment a struggle for survival.
Sabretooth's growls mixed with the sounds of clashing metal as he lunged at Wolverine. "Still got that soft spot for the runt, Logan?" he snarled. "It'll cost you!"
Wolverine ducked under Sabretooth's claws, his adamantium-laced skeleton clanging as the two combatants traded brutal blows. "You talk too much, Creed," Wolverine growled, slashing with his claws. "How about I shut you up?"
Nearby, Cyclops unleashed optic blasts to keep Blockbuster at bay. The hulking brute shrugged off the first few shots, charging forward with earth-shaking steps. "Come on, big guy!" Cyclops shouted, firing another beam to slow him down. "You're gonna regret picking this fight!"
Nightcrawler darted in and out of the skirmish, teleporting around Blockbuster to land precise strikes. "Zis one is stubborn!" Nightcrawler called out in his thick German accent. "Scott, ve could use a bit more power!"
Cyclops adjusted his visor and unleashed a wider blast, forcing Blockbuster to stumble. "Keep him busy, Kurt! We've got to hold this line!"
Meanwhile, Jean Grey stood at the edge of the battlefield, her hands raised as her telepathic powers scanned for any sign of Mister Sinister. Her eyes glowed faintly as she connected with the minds of the French and Latverian leaders. "They're inside," she said urgently, her voice echoing in the X-Men's minds. "Sinister has them. He's forcing them to trigger a nuclear war. I have to stop him!"
Before Jean could move, Vertigo and Arclight closed in. Arclight slammed the ground with her fists, sending shockwaves that cracked the pavement and sent Jean stumbling. Vertigo followed up with a wave of disorienting energy, causing Jean to clutch her head in pain.
Spider-Man, who had been webbing up operatives on the perimeter, turned just in time to see Jean collapse. "Oh no, you don't!" he shouted, swinging into action. He launched a webline at Vertigo, pulling her off balance. "Jean's not playing this game today!"
Psylocke rushed to Jean's side, her psychic blade glowing in her hand. "Peter, I'll hold them off here! Keep them off Jean while she focuses on Sinister!"
Spider-Man nodded, flipping through the air to dodge Vertigo's next attack. "Got it! Laura, you in on this?"
X-23 leapt into the fray with claws extended, landing directly in front of Arclight. "Always," she said, slashing at the shockwave-maker to keep her attention split.
Vertigo snarled and sent another wave of disorienting energy toward Spider-Man, but his quick reflexes saved him as he vaulted over a collapsing streetlamp. "Hey, Vertigo, ever consider investing in a hobby? Maybe knitting? Something less nausea-inducing?"
Arclight, meanwhile, landed a powerful punch against Laura, who skidded back but recovered instantly. "You'll have to hit harder than that," Laura growled, charging forward with unrelenting determination.
As the battle raged, Psylocke helped Jean to her feet. "Jean, focus. We'll buy you time. You have to reach the leaders before Sinister forces them to launch the missiles."
Jean closed her eyes, centering herself as she extended her telepathic reach. "I can feel them," she said, her voice strained. "But Sinister's mind… it's like a fortress. I need more time."
Spider-Man webbed up Vertigo's arm and yanked her forward, creating an opening for Psylocke to strike with her psychic blade. The attack disoriented Vertigo, forcing her to stagger back toward Arclight. The two regrouped, glaring at their opponents with frustration.
"We've wasted enough time here," Vertigo hissed. "Fall back! Protect Sinister at all costs!"
Arclight nodded, slamming the ground again to create a massive shockwave that knocked Spider-Man, Psylocke, and Laura back. Using the chaos to their advantage, Vertigo and Arclight retreated toward the conference building.
"They're heading inside!" Psylocke shouted, helping Laura to her feet.
Spider-Man fired a webline to pull himself upright. "Then so are we. Jean, keep working on Sinister. We'll handle these two."
Jean nodded, her focus unwavering as Spider-Man, Laura, and Psylocke sprinted toward the conference building in pursuit of Vertigo and Arclight.
Back on the battlefield, Cyclops, Wolverine, and Nightcrawler continued to hold the line. Blockbuster and Sabretooth were relentless, but the X-Men's teamwork kept them at bay.
"Peter, Betsy, Laura—go!" Cyclops shouted, firing another blast to hold off Blockbuster. "We've got things covered here!"
Spider-Man glanced back briefly, nodding at Cyclops. "Thanks, Slim. Don't get too comfortable without us!"
As the trio disappeared into the building, the sound of battle outside continued to rage. Inside, the halls of the conference center loomed ominously, the tension building with every step. Vertigo and Arclight were dangerous foes, but Spider-Man, Laura, and Psylocke were determined to stop them—and Sinister—before it was too late.
The conference room in the heart of the Latverian government building had become a warzone. Jean Grey stood at its center, her arms outstretched, her telepathic and telekinetic powers straining against the overwhelming presence of Mister Sinister. He loomed at the far end of the chamber, his crimson eyes glowing as he attempted to force the French and Latverian leaders to comply with his twisted plan. Around him, an army of soldiers stood guard, their movements eerily precise, like puppets under his control.
"You can't stop what's already in motion, Jean Grey," Sinister sneered, his voice cold and resonant. "I've anticipated every countermeasure. This world will bend to my will, or it will burn."
Jean's eyes flared with psychic energy as she pushed against his mental influence. "You won't win, Sinister. Not today. Not ever."
Despite her strength, Jean was barely holding him at bay. Every second felt like a battle of wills, and she could sense the soldiers pressing closer, their weapons ready to fire if Sinister gave the command.
At that moment, Laura crept through the shadows of the building, her keen senses picking up the sharp tang of adrenaline and fear in the air. Her claws extended silently as she surveyed the scene from a vantage point above the conference room. Jean's holding him, but he's got soldiers everywhere, she thought. And where are those two? Vertigo and Arclight are probably waiting to ambush her.
Laura crouched low, her mind racing. If she could find Vertigo and Arclight and take them out quickly, it would make Jean's job easier. But doing so without drawing the soldiers' attention would be a challenge. No room for mistakes. Not now.
Spider-Man and Psylocke joined her on the ledge, their movements equally silent. Peter glanced down at the scene below, his mask hiding the concern etched on his face. "Jean's got her hands full," he whispered. "We need to clear the board for her."
Psylocke nodded, her psychic blade materializing in her hand. "Vertigo and Arclight are here. I can feel their presence. They're hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike."
Spider-Man's voice softened. "Then we find them first. Laura, you take point. Psylocke and I will back you up."
Laura nodded, her green eyes focused. "We don't have much time. Let's move."
As they prepared to descend, Peter hesitated, turning to Psylocke. "Hey, Betsy," he began, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "After all this… when it's over… can we talk? Just you and me."
Psylocke blinked, caught off guard by his sudden earnestness. "What about?"
"About everything," Peter said simply. "I feel like there's… a lot unsaid. And I don't want to carry that with me into whatever comes next."
Psylocke regarded him for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Alright, Peter. When this is done, we'll talk."
Laura, overhearing, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She didn't fully understand the depth of their connection, but she could sense the weight behind Peter's words. Maybe that's what they both need, she thought, though she quickly dismissed the sentiment. Focus, Laura. Focus on the mission.
Still, as she leapt down into the shadows below, there was a flicker of something in her chest—an unexpected sense of hope. Peter's sincerity, his willingness to address what mattered most, moved her in a way she wasn't used to. If he can stay this strong through everything, so can I.
With renewed determination, Laura signaled to Peter and Psylocke. "Let's end this," she said, her voice steady. "Sinister's not getting what he wants today."
The three heroes moved as one, slipping through the room like ghosts. Jean continued to hold Sinister at bay, her psychic energy casting a radiant glow over the chaos. The battle was far from over, but with every step, Laura felt more prepared for the fight ahead. This isn't just about survival anymore, she thought. It's about making things right.
The echoes of combat filled the cavernous conference hall, screams and shouts interwoven with the crackle of energy and the metallic clash of blades. Psylocke gripped her glowing psychic katana tightly, her violet eyes narrowing as she scanned the chaos around her. Sinister's soldiers moved with eerie precision, creating a wall of opposition between her and Spider-Man as they pushed toward their objective.
Peter's words from earlier still lingered in her mind: "About everything… I don't want to carry that with me into whatever comes next."
Betsy Braddock, for all her strength and composure, found herself caught in a maelstrom of emotion she wasn't ready to face. He's always so… open. So willing to put himself out there, even now. How does he do that? She shook her head, her grip on the katana tightening. Focus, Betsy. You don't have time for this.
But the thoughts wouldn't relent. Despite the years of battles and heartbreaks, despite the walls she'd built around herself, Peter Parker's earnestness had a way of slipping through the cracks. She thought of her own insecurities, her fear of letting anyone truly in. Love, to her, felt like a risk—a gamble with stakes she couldn't afford. What if I fail him the way I've failed others? What if I… lose him?
The sound of heavy boots snapping her attention forward was a welcome distraction. From the shadows, Vertigo emerged, her sly grin and unsettlingly calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos around them. "Oh, Psylocke. I can feel your doubt from here. Delicious, isn't it? I think I'll savor it while I tear you apart."
Spider-Man landed beside Psylocke, his movements fluid and confident despite the tension in the air. "Sorry, Vertigo, but we're kind of on a tight schedule here. Maybe save the creepy monologue for someone who has time?"
Psylocke smirked despite herself. "Stay sharp, Peter. She's not one to take lightly."
Vertigo tilted her head, her grin widening. "Oh, I'll make you both wish you had." She activated her powers, a wave of disorienting energy radiating from her. The air around them seemed to ripple and distort, the walls bending and twisting unnaturally.
Peter stumbled slightly but caught himself. "Whoa. Okay. That's… not fun."
Betsy's katana flickered in her hand, and she planted her feet firmly. "Stay close to me. I can shield us from the worst of it." Her voice was steady, but beneath it, she felt a flicker of something more—a willingness to trust, to lean on Peter as much as he leaned on her.
As they moved together, Vertigo's attacks grew more intense. Psylocke countered with precision, slicing through the waves of distortion with her blade while Peter leapt and dodged, his webbing creating barriers and distractions to keep Vertigo on the defensive. They moved in perfect sync, their unspoken connection driving their teamwork.
Meanwhile, Laura tracked Arclight through the chaos, her claws glinting as she moved with predatory focus. She found her opponent waiting in an adjoining hall, her powerful frame casting a long shadow in the dim light.
"Finally," Arclight said, cracking her knuckles. "I was starting to think you'd gotten scared."
Laura didn't respond. She lunged forward, her claws slashing in a blur of movement. Arclight met her with equal ferocity, the ground shaking as her seismic strikes sent shockwaves through the floor. The two women clashed violently, their battle a storm of raw power and precision.
Back in the main hall, Vertigo's laughter echoed as she danced around Peter and Betsy, her powers warping the battlefield. "You can't win, little spider. Or you, Psylocke. You're both just flailing in the dark, hoping for a miracle."
Peter glanced at Betsy, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You know she's wrong, right? We're not flailing. We've got this. Together."
Something in his tone struck a chord in her, and for a brief moment, her insecurities melted away. "You're right," she said, her voice firm. "Together."
They pushed forward, their combined efforts forcing Vertigo to retreat step by step. The fight was far from over, but in that moment, Psylocke felt something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time—hope.
As Laura and Arclight's battle raged in the adjacent hall, and Spider-Man and Psylocke held their ground against Vertigo, the tension in the building continued to rise. Neither side had the advantage, but the X-Men and their allies were far from giving up. This isn't just a fight, Betsy thought. This is a chance to prove that we can be stronger together.
The conference hall shook with the sounds of battle. Spider-Man swung low, webbing Vertigo's legs and yanking hard, sending her tumbling to the ground. "Sorry, Vertigo, but the whole 'messing with our senses' thing? It's getting old," he quipped, flipping over her retaliatory strike.
Psylocke moved swiftly, her psychic katana humming as it sliced through the distortion waves Vertigo sent rippling toward her. "Peter, keep her off balance. I need a clear shot to get into her head."
"You got it, Betsy," Spider-Man replied, firing webs at the ceiling to disorient Vertigo. As the strands pulled taut, Vertigo staggered, the environment around her glitching as her concentration faltered.
Psylocke seized the moment, lunging forward with her katana. The blade didn't strike flesh but instead pierced through Vertigo's mental defenses. Betsy closed her eyes, her telepathy plunging into the chaotic landscape of Vertigo's mind. Sinister's influence… his manipulations. I see it now. She pushed deeper, unraveling the mental chains Sinister had wrapped around Vertigo's psyche.
Vertigo screamed, clutching her head. "Get out of my mind!" she shrieked, her power surging in a desperate attempt to repel Betsy's intrusion.
Spider-Man darted in, webbing her arms and pinning her to the ground. "Yeah, no. You're not going anywhere," he said, glancing at Psylocke. "How's it looking in there?"
"Sinister's grip is strong, but I'm stronger," Betsy replied through gritted teeth. She poured all her focus into breaking Vertigo's connection to Sinister, isolating her from his influence. With one final surge of psychic energy, she shattered the link, leaving Vertigo dazed and powerless.
Meanwhile, in another part of the building, Wolverine and Sabretooth's battle reached its peak. The two feral combatants were a blur of claws and savagery, their snarls echoing through the halls. Wolverine's claws slashed through the air, meeting Sabretooth's with a metallic clang. "You never know when to quit, do ya, Creed?" Logan growled.
"And you never know when to stay down, runt," Sabretooth sneered, driving a knee into Logan's stomach before throwing him against the wall.
Logan wiped blood from his mouth and grinned. "You hit like a kid. Let's finish this."
Not far away, Cyclops and Nightcrawler coordinated their attacks against the towering Blockbuster. "Kurt, keep him distracted!" Cyclops called out, unleashing a powerful optic blast that staggered the brute.
"Ja, I'm on it!" Nightcrawler replied, teleporting around Blockbuster in rapid succession, landing quick strikes and keeping the massive opponent off balance. Blockbuster roared in frustration, swinging wildly but hitting only air.
"You're slow," Nightcrawler taunted, vanishing again and reappearing behind Cyclops. "Scott, now!"
Cyclops unleashed another blast, this one hitting Blockbuster square in the chest and sending him crashing through a reinforced door.
Meanwhile, Laura's fight with Arclight intensified. The shockwaves from Arclight's seismic strikes sent debris flying, but Laura's agility and precision allowed her to avoid the worst of it. She lunged forward, her claws slicing through the air, but Arclight met her with raw power, slamming a fist into the ground and creating a shockwave that sent Laura skidding back.
Spider-Man, having subdued Vertigo, arrived just in time to assist. "Laura, need a hand?"
"Stay out of my way," Laura snapped, her voice sharp but focused.
"Not happening," Peter replied, firing a web at Arclight's arm and pulling her off balance. "Teamwork makes the dream work, remember?"
Laura didn't respond, but she used the opening Peter created to close the distance, slashing at Arclight's side and forcing her back. The two continued their relentless assault, their combined efforts pushing Arclight to her limits.
Back in the conference hall, Psylocke turned her attention to Mister Sinister, who stood calmly amidst the chaos, his sinister grin unshaken. "You think you've won something here, Psylocke?" he taunted. "This is only the beginning."
"You're not giving any commands today," Psylocke said, her katana crackling with psychic energy as she stepped toward him. "It ends here."
Sinister raised a hand, his soldiers closing ranks around him. But Betsy's focus didn't waver. Her telepathy lashed out, freezing Sinister in place. "You're done, Sinister," she said, her voice cold and resolute.
Spider-Man swung in, landing beside her. He took in the scene—the chaos, the soldiers, the captured leaders—and clenched his fists. "Betsy, I think this is on me," he said, his voice steady. "You keep him locked down. I'll handle the rest."
Psylocke hesitated, glancing at him. "Peter—"
"Trust me," he said, cutting her off. His mask couldn't hide the determination in his voice. "I'll end this."
Psylocke nodded, her telepathic grip tightening on Sinister. "Go," she said.
As Spider-Man prepared to act, the battle raged on around them, but the tide was beginning to turn. The X-Men were holding their own, and Peter knew this was his moment to tip the scales. This is it, he thought. No more holding back. It's time to finish this.
The conference hall was a battlefield. Mister Sinister stood atop a raised platform, his red eyes glowing with irritation as his perfect plan began to unravel. "Vertigo! Arclight! To me!" he commanded, his deep, authoritative voice echoing through the chamber. The two women, battered but not broken, immediately broke away from their individual fights and moved toward their master, their loyalty bound by Sinister's manipulations.
Psylocke, her psychic katana humming with energy, advanced steadily through the chaos. Her gaze was locked on Sinister, her focus unwavering. She could feel the echoes of his manipulative presence in the minds of his soldiers and allies, but she pressed forward. This ends now, Sinister.
From the corner of her eye, Psylocke saw Cyclops and Nightcrawler battling Blockbuster. The towering brute, despite being outnumbered, fought with wild ferocity, his massive fists smashing through walls and furniture. "Kurt, keep him off balance!" Cyclops shouted, firing a precise optic blast that struck Blockbuster square in the chest.
"Ja, Scott, I'm doing my best!" Nightcrawler replied, teleporting behind Blockbuster and landing a kick to the back of his knee. The giant roared in frustration, swinging blindly and hitting nothing but air.
Their fight burst through the front door, the crashing debris capturing the attention of the remaining Doom Operatives under Sinister's control. The soldiers hesitated, momentarily torn between following Sinister's orders and responding to the new threat.
Across the room, Wolverine drove his claws into Sabretooth's shoulder, pinning him against a crumbling wall. "Stay down, Creed!" Logan snarled.
Sabretooth grinned through the pain, baring his fangs. "Not a chance, runt." With a powerful shove, he broke free, but Wolverine was ready. Logan grabbed Sabretooth by the arm and hurled him toward the front door, sending him crashing into Blockbuster and the operatives.
"Stay there and keep busy!" Wolverine barked, turning his attention back to the fight. He saw Laura across the room, locked in a brutal struggle with Arclight. Sabretooth wouldn't be chasing her this time.
Laura was relentless, her claws flashing as she pressed Arclight back. The larger woman tried to create distance, slamming her fists into the ground and sending seismic waves through the floor. But Laura anticipated the move, leaping into the air and flipping over Arclight's head.
"You're not walking away from this," Laura growled, landing behind her opponent and driving her claws into Arclight's back. With a pained cry, Arclight staggered forward. Laura followed up with a fierce kick to her chest, sending Arclight flying across the room. She crashed into a pile of debris and lay still, finally out of the fight.
"Nice work, kid," Wolverine muttered under his breath, a hint of pride in his voice.
Meanwhile, Spider-Man was weaving through the chaos, his keen mind analyzing the scene. He spotted key components of Sinister's equipment scattered around the room—devices linked to the control mechanisms holding the French and Latverian leaders hostage. "Okay, Pete," he murmured to himself. "Time to put that Parker brain to work."
Swinging onto the platform, Spider-Man quickly assessed the devices. He spotted a cluster of control panels emitting faint red light. That's gotta be it, he thought. He fired a web at one panel, yanking it free and exposing a tangle of wires.
"Do you truly believe you can disrupt my work with such primitive methods?" Sinister sneered, his calm demeanor starting to crack.
"Buddy, you'd be surprised what you can accomplish with some web fluid and a little optimism," Spider-Man quipped. He shot webs into the exposed wires, short-circuiting the device. Sparks flew, and several of the operatives froze, their controlled minds starting to free themselves.
Sinister's expression darkened. "You insolent pest!" He stepped forward, but Psylocke intercepted him, her psychic katana slashing through the air and forcing him back.
"Focus on me, Sinister," Betsy said coldly, her blade glowing brighter as she channeled her power. "You're out of moves."
As the tide of the battle turned, Spider-Man moved to disable the remaining components of Sinister's plan. With each device he dismantled, the situation grew more chaotic for Sinister and his forces. The X-Men and their allies were winning, but the fight wasn't over yet.
The room was a symphony of chaos, but the tide had shifted. Psylocke held Sinister at bay, Laura prepared to finish off any remaining opposition, and Spider-Man worked tirelessly to dismantle the last vestiges of Sinister's control. The endgame was approaching, and Peter knew he had to make every move count. This is it. One last push. We can do this.
The shattered remnants of the conference hall echoed with the sound of battle. Blockbuster swung his massive fists wildly, aiming to crush Cyclops and Nightcrawler, but they were too fast.
"Kurt, keep moving! Don't let him pin you!" Cyclops shouted, firing an optic blast that struck Blockbuster square in the chest. The brute stumbled back, growling in frustration, but quickly regained his footing.
"Ja, Scott, I think I noticed that!" Nightcrawler quipped, teleporting in and out of Blockbuster's reach, landing precise strikes with his fists. However, the massive mutant barely flinched under the onslaught.
Spider-Man swung in, landing on Blockbuster's back and wrapping his arms around the giant's head. "Hey, big guy! You look like you need to take a load off!" he quipped, firing webbing to blind Blockbuster's eyes.
Blockbuster roared, reaching up to grab Spider-Man, but Nightcrawler teleported in, grabbing Peter and pulling him away just in time. The disoriented brute staggered, struggling to clear the webbing from his face.
"Good timing, buddy!" Spider-Man said as Nightcrawler dropped him safely to the ground.
"Danke, my friend. Now let's finish this," Nightcrawler replied.
Cyclops nodded, raising his visor. "Peter, Kurt, keep him distracted. I need a clear shot."
"You got it!" Spider-Man responded, leaping back into the fray. He fired another web at Blockbuster's feet, pulling them together and causing the massive mutant to stumble.
Nightcrawler teleported behind him, delivering a powerful kick to the back of Blockbuster's knee. The brute fell to one knee, roaring in frustration.
"Scott, now!" Nightcrawler shouted.
Cyclops unleashed a concentrated optic blast, striking Blockbuster in the chest and sending him crashing into the remains of a wall. The massive mutant slumped to the ground, unconscious.
"That's how it's done!" Spider-Man said, breathing heavily but grinning under his mask.
Across the room, Mister Sinister stood on the defensive, his perfect composure finally cracking. His remaining guards, Sabretooth and Vertigo, flanked him, but it was clear they were outmatched. Wolverine closed in on Sabretooth, his claws ready, while Psylocke and Laura circled Vertigo, cutting off her avenues of escape.
Sinister sneered, his voice filled with venom. "You dare to undo years of planning, to stand against me? You are nothing—mere gnats buzzing in the face of perfection!"
"No plan's perfect, Sinister," Cyclops said, stepping forward with his team at his back. "And yours just fell apart."
Sinister's crimson eyes flickered with rage, but he knew he was cornered. "Sabretooth! Vertigo! Arclight! Blockbuster! Withdraw!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Sabretooth growled in frustration but obeyed, slashing at Wolverine to create distance before retreating toward Sinister. Vertigo staggered to her feet, clutching her head after Psylocke's psychic assault, and limped back to join her master. Blockbuster, barely conscious, was dragged away by Arclight, who had just recovered from Laura's brutal takedown.
"You're running, Sinister?" Wolverine taunted, his claws still extended. "Guess even you know when you've lost."
Sinister smirked despite the situation, his voice dripping with disdain. "This isn't over, Wolverine. You've won the day, but I am eternal. My work will continue."
With a burst of energy from a hidden device, Sinister and his remaining forces vanished in a flash of light, leaving the X-Men and Spider-Man standing victorious.
As the dust settled, Prime Minister Lucia von Bardas and the French President were found unharmed, though visibly shaken. Spider-Man approached them, his tone calm and reassuring. "Don't worry, folks. You're safe now. No nukes today."
Cyclops stepped forward, addressing the leaders. "Prime Minister, President, I suggest we get you both to safety. This place is compromised."
Von Bardas nodded, her voice steady despite the chaos. "You've saved more than just us today. You've saved our nations."
The X-Men escorted the leaders out of the ruined building as emergency crews began to arrive. The nuclear threat was averted, and the catastrophic war between France and Latveria was avoided.
As they regrouped outside, Spider-Man looked at his teammates, his mask concealing a smile. "So, does this mean we get to call it a win?"
Cyclops allowed himself a small smile. "Yeah, Spider-Man. This is a win."
But even as they celebrated, the team knew the battle against Mister Sinister was far from over. For now, though, they had saved the world from disaster, and that was enough.
Author's Note: Hello everyone, so that's effectively the climax of this volume with the big action scene and Mister Sinister's plans once again being foiled. Not the end of this volume though since there will need to be an ending to wrap this up. Not the last volume of course, this is just going to be another major development in a long series of adventures. I hope this continues to be a great story for all of you and I hope you enjoy the ending when we hit it and look forward to hearing from you soon.