Chapter 55: Communication

TW for the end ig. If you're smart then you probably can guess why.

ShadeslayerX - Probably because there would've been one. Lodestar would no sell this Oni Lee, so I had to make sure there was a reasonable explanation as to why he couldn't.

Alkeniw Andilite - Hmm... Seems like Shard Fuckery is a foot. I wonder why.

BiazarKaiser - *Whistles innocently.*

Redburndragon - The argument can be made that they were intentionally attacked in order to keep them from responding, so it doesn't look too bad for them. Still bad, but not that bad.

[Illiyana's POV]

When I got my hands on Bakuda I was going to strangle her for all she was worth. Really, what self respecting Tinker just half assess their work and decides that was good enough? That wasn't even stemming from the fact I couldn't take control of the cyborg Oni Lee, it was a factor, I wouldn't deny that, it was more because of how mediocre said cyborg was. (Honestly, it's as if she finished a prototype and decided that it was good enough to field test without double checking her work.) Granted, that wasn't exactly a bad thing, Oni Lee would be an absolute nightmare if he were fully augmented to be a suicide bomber, which while the groundwork was there, it wasn't fully realized.

So far we could tell his, and his clones by proxy, had little to no autonomy. If the clones were capable of independent action then our kids would've been in some trouble. But the fact that they hadn't reacted when Khepri covered their sights in insects was a good example of their lack of autonomy. Really, they were little more then cheaply made and poorly programmed robots.

Something any Tinker, specialization or not, would be able to do better then what we were seeing. (Ugh. I might be a little too much of a perfectionist.) Not that I was against that, I rather liked ensuring my/our projects were done to a specific standard.

Only the best for the best Tinker's in the world.

Putting my well deserved narcissism aside I went back to looking at the stills I had from the earlier altercation with Oni Lee and Bakuda's bombs. The grenades themselves seemed to be cobbled together, seemingly made of subpar materials, that would belay the fact they had yields only seen in proper Tinkertech creations and military ordinances. (What could she create if she had better materials?) From my Nephew's outsider knowledge Bakuda was able to create Grey Boy inspired bombs, could/would/already had in the case of Oni Lee, chipped bombs inside people's heads, and could create a large scale EMP bomb.

While two of those had yet to be seen, their appearance would only serve to make her even more of a threat then she already was. (That isn't even accounting for her Wet Tinkering.) Oni Lee was still a person, so her turning him into a cyborg counted.

(Speaking of Oni Lee.) Bringing up an image of the aforementioned cyborg, I stared at the amateurish work, feeling a pang of irritation as I looked it over. One of the major detraction's of this was the way the arm was essentially glued on and held together by prayers. Sure it worked, but it could've been secured better, made to be an arm that turned into a grenade launcher instead of being a launcher at the loss of an arm.

The other detraction was the mask, which was welded on... Horribly. There were portions where the skin was seared horribly, scarred where metal met flesh, and looked quite painful. (Were he not a murderer and accomplice to sexual slavery I could perhaps feel bad for him.) But because he was, I did not feel bad.

It was just a waste of a powerful Tinker Power. (Oh well, back to work I go.) If I couldn't take control of the cyborg then I'd ensure I could create countermeasures to his weapons/abilities.

[Erin's POV]

It had to be said that creating the rest of us was probably the greatest stroke of genius that Tess had, and was ever going to have. Sure, she could've handled this on her own now that she, and us by proxy, were free, but it still would've been a hassle. But because she gave herself Multiple Personality Disorder on crack cocaine we were able to handle this situation like it was nothing...

Not that a city being bombed wasn't nothing, but that it was easy to work with. (Note to self, figure out why we all randomly justify things to ourselves for no reason.) Brushing the thought aside I focused on what I was seeing from the feeds, drones, and bikes. There weren't any fires left after Heatblast absorbed them all, though the vast amount of rubble was going to be a tedious thing to deal with, especially in higher risk areas with victims buried beneath it all. I didn't even want to get started on the parts that had been glassed. Anyone caught in that explosion was dead, no two ways about it. Then there were the cluster bombs and the hell they turned those parts of the city into, because damn those things were effective. (Other note to self, remind the girls to outfit their suits with a fuckton of cluster bombs. If the cannons don't work then the bombs will.) Bitches loved cannons, we weren't the exception.

Anyway TLDR, the city was fucked, more at 11.

Even without an official casualty report I estimated the deaths numbered in the 5 digit range at minimum. Despite the fact it started early in the morning, or as my Nephew called it 'The ass crack of dawn', the areas attacked were high population centers, a shopping district, a pharmaceutical building, which was owned by Nazis and possibly the reason it was hit in the first place, and part of a residential area. (Yeah, if she and Oni Lee don't end up with Kill Orders by the afternoon I'm callin bullshit.) Thinking about that for a moment, I decided to kick start that little tidbit by pinging our shared server. "! Ay, who wants to tell Nat to put a bounty on Bakuda and Oni Lee? !" Since The Guild and The Protectorate were two separate organizations we could put out bounties or Kill Orders when they were needed.

I could tell my sisters had heard that, and could tell someone was going to respond when screens appeared in my vision. Lily was wearing her usual plain outfit, and was in what appeared to be the workshop in The Guild's HQ, but I knew it was what she modeled her room after. "* At the moment I'm the least occupied of you three, so I believe that could fall to me. Unless there are any objections? *"

The next was Tess, the woman lounging in her cave as her Dragon avatar. "-I'm dedicating most of my processes to figuring out how to disperse the jamming storm around The Rig in order to facilitate communications, so there are no objections from me.-"

Then came Mel, her Netrunner set up coming into view. "# Our children are going to give me a migraine. #" There was silence for a nanosecond, my sisters and I sharing a moment to blink at the sudden non sequester. "# But no, I don't have an issue with you doing it. #"

Well... That was good? "! We just gonna ignore the migraine thing? Cause I feel like that's something that should be addressed. !"

Mel just snorted at that. "# Bitch, please. If we talked about everything migraine worthy they did we'd be here till the end of time. #"

While on one hand that was fair, because Jesus Christ if it wasn't impossible for us to grow grey hairs then our Nephew alone would make our hair age by centuries. The other hand though was that I was kinda curious about what it was they did, so I split off a small process to show me the footage from my Nephew and Niece. If she didn't wanna spill then I'd figure it out myself.

While that happened Lily hummed, getting my main body' attention. "* I'm obligated to tell you that that'd literally be impossible given our nature, and the fact we can compress our personal time to experience years in minutes. *"

"! See, if we didn't know you were capable of humor, I'd think you were a stuck up bitch. Like, damn, speak stupid for once. !"

My sister just rolled her eyes at that, while the other two shared a small twitch of the lips. "* The day I speak as loosely as you or Melody...- *"

"# 'Scuse you? #" She was perhaps being influenced by our kids a little too much.

Still, she went ignored. "* ...- Is the day the world ends. *"

My eye twitched at that, because really, did she have to be such a dramatic bitch? (I'm not even that bad.) Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed a comical storm cloud hovering above me. (What the fuck?) Checking who interfered with my server, I saw it was Tess. As the original she had backdoor access to all of our servers, something she shared with the rest of us so we were on an even playing field. (Though that's gonna bite her in the ass. Give me a fucking depressed anime cloud will you? Let's see how you like this!) Tapping into her server was easy, for me and any of us though because we had the aforementioned backdoor, anyone else trying to infiltrate a Dragon server would get fucked and doxxed in moments, and as soon as I was in I ran a quick program I had for moments like these.

I knew my sisters noticed what was happening, it was like we'd all developed instincts for moments like these, so when a giant cartoon anvil dropped from the sky and dunked on Tess' snout, no one was surprised, merely amused. "-ERIN!-" Well, almost everyone was amused.

Whistling innocently, despite knowing not a single soul was fooled, I ignored the irate dragon and delved back into my work. "! So, how goes usurping control over the living bomb? !"

Lily groaned at that, she also ignored the grumbling coming from our sister, bringing up and sharing a data feed with all of us. "* It's going nowhere. While the drones and vehicles have enough processing power to make the attempts, the issue here is that without having a clear shot towards the man's implants or whatever is serving as a control unit then I can't make said attempts. *" Oof, that was definitely an issue. Looking towards Mel, our white haired sister went on. "* How are the scans going? Any indication of where Bakuda is hiding? *"

Mel sighed, which wasn't a good sign. "#I want to say yes, I really do, but that'd be a lie. Similar to the storm obscuring The Rig, there's a jamming field that's interfering with my scanning. If I had one of the drones that was specialized in this kind of thing then I could probably get through it, but without that I'd need to fumble my way through the city to find the source to get any kind of results. #" Yeah, not a good sign after all.

"-Hmm...-" Our eyes drifted to the eldest, while I had the equivalent of a century worth of life in cyber space, she had years under her belt in the real world, which kinda trumped my years here. Anyway, Tess was humming, obviously thinking about something. "-If Melody has the bikes teleport back to The Roost we could attach beacons onto them and have them teleport over to The Guild. From there it'd be simple to place a few of our reconnaissance drones on them and have the bikes return to the Bay with them in tow. And thanks to the delivery method The Protectorate won't be able to say anything since it'll just be assumed that the tech belongs to Pantheon.-"

We all took a moment to process that and run the scenario through our minds. It made sense really, the bikes weren't meant to teleport anywhere aside from the base and where the kids were, but that could be changed quite easily since they already had the tech incorporated into their frames, it just needed a little work and it could be done. "* I feel it should be mentioned that Anubis and Khepri will need to be informed about the sudden change done to their vehicles. *"

There was a moment of silence, Mel and I sharing a look. We knew how protective of those bikes our kids were. ""#! Not it! !#"" Wasn't necessary, but seemed to be the right thing to do.

Tess and Lily shared a deadpan at us, because they're sense of humor was far more inferior then ou...- "-Not it.-" Nevermind!

Illiyana whipped her head towards our sister so fast I was surprised nothing cracked. "* Et tu, Theresa? *"

"-Why are you using my middle name?-"

"* Why are you betraying me? *"

"-Because I'd rather not have to tell Phoenix and Taylor that I'd like to mess with their 'Children', thank you very much.-" Then she turned to look at Mel and I, who were both watching the whole thing amused as fuck. "-That, and because they started it.-" We snorted at that.

Lily just huffed though, the closest thing she'd ever come to a pout forming on her face. "* Very well. I'll state this now but I'm doing this under protest. *"

I rolled my eyes at our dramatic sibling. "! Yeah yeah, we offer you as tribute and all that. Go do the thing now. !"

The moment I finished saying that I felt a minor intrusion into my server coming from Illiyana. I only had the chance to widen my eyes before I was buried in a fuckton of snow. I lived in cyberspace, preferred the ability to lounge around in a warm room surrounded by pillows and comfy mats. None of that involved a shit ton of snow andholyshiitwascold! "! YOU BITCH! !"

She had no idea what horrors I would subject her too for this!

[Tess' POV]

Keeping my amusement at the scene going on in our shared server inside, but still appreciating the atmosphere for helping me get my mind off of the situation in the city, I turned my attention back to the storm enveloping The Rig. It'd been active for 22 minutes and 53 seconds already and still showed no sign of dispersing. (I may just need to call in Anubis for this.) I didn't want too considering my Nephew and Niece/Daughter(?), I knew how she viewed Melody but wasn't exactly sure if that spread to me as well, were still delivering victims to Brockton Bay General, and disrupting their efforts could mean some critical victims may not be found in time. Sure they were being aided by other Heroes like Assault & Battery, Triumph, Mayday, and even Dovetail.

There weren't any Wards out in the field at the moment, if there were I didn't see them, but they'd most likely be allowed to deploy when communications were back up.

Anyway, the issue here was that I didn't the proper tools for handling this storm. If I had a Suit here then I'd most likely be able to handle it, but bringing a Dragon Suit here while we had an issue with The Protectorate, Villain attack or no, would be enough for Costa-Brown to take action. (Whether that be as herself, or Alexandria, I'm not sure.) Not to say I couldn't handle her, because I could and would feed Alexandria her own dusty and decrepit ovaries should she try to test me, I just knew that this wasn't the best time for that.

Letting out a breath, I decided to bite the bullet and call my Nephew. Retaking my 'Unohana' avatar, I switched my lair setting with my home one, which was basically a copy of The Roost's livingroom.

The call went through in an instant, the face of XLR8 appearing in front of me. "Hey Auntie, you wouldn't happen to know why Aunt Lily just told Taylor that you're all borrowing our bikes, would you?"

I did my best not to react to that, which meant I had no reaction to the question, and just hummed at my nephew, idly sending a message through the server. "-Text, huh?-"

"* No one said I had to do it face to face. *"

""#! Coward! !#"" I withheld my snort. I loved my sisters, I really did.

"Hello to you too Sun Wukong." I couldn't bring myself to call him XLR8, I just couldn't. Ignoring the low grumble coming from him, I went on. "I need some help dispersing the storm gathered around The Rig. Think you can aid me?"

My Nephew hummed at that, apparently not feeling up to calling out the blatant brushing aside of his question, then responded after a moment. "Ya, I can go. Gimme a sec."

Knowing what he really meant I turned the drone's camera towards where he was at, then watched as a blue and black blur raced through the city, coming towards me, and The Rig by proxy. It was always fascinating to see how his aliens did what they did, Humans were quite an interesting species in their own right, but the wonder of extraterrestrial lifeforms and their physiology being right in front of me wouldn't be wearing off soon. Sure, they originated from a cartoon show, but right here and now they were real, observable, and that was all that mattered.

My thoughts aside, my Nephew reached the water, taking a massive leap into the air as he tapped the dial. Thanks to the quality camera installed on my drone I could watch the practically instantaneous transformation between Kineceleran and... (What?) Looking at the current form my Nephew had taken I was confused. We'd gone through all of his forms before, catalogued them and their 'Ultimate' evolution's... But this was new. Granted, I recognized the form he'd taken, it was one of the original 10 that he was meant to have, but didn't... It was also horrifying to look at...

But I just couldn't look away. Moving the drone closer towards him I gave it nearly my full attention. (I can see tendons and bone, how does that even work? Yes it looks remarkably like what a ghost is portrayed to look like, but it's still a living being. This does not make sense!) I wanted to know, wanted to learn just how the being in front of me functioned, but I couldn't do that now. (Later though...)

My curiosity aside, I wasn't the only one confused if the way my Nephew looked at his hands, and sole eye moved around on his body, and God wasn't that disturbing to see in person, was anything to go by, that meant he was just as confused as I was. "... Ghostfreak?"(OG Ghostfreak, but for a badass realistic one look at LeXG0P on Artstation, it looks amazing and what I'm using.) Confirmation was always nice. "What the fuck?"

While we hovered in the air, and I dedicated a few side processes to analyze the form in front of me, we just stared. Me at him, and him at himself... (I'm just going to pretend I didn't have that thought.) I thought in proper sentences, thank you very much.

'Got him for killing Jack Slash.' If I didn't know my Nephew was right in front of me, I would've just thought that was him. But because I knew, and could tell there were a few discrepancies in the tone of voice, I was able to discern that my Nephew had not said that.

Putting the drone on high alert I scanned our surroundings, int...- "Ah, makes sense." I physically blinked at the nonchalant tone, I didn't know how I knew a ghost's tone but I wasn't going to question it, and turned the camera to look at my Nephew. He was still floating besides the drone, eye moving along his skin, and oh mygodImighthaveOnmetaphobia, looking around curiously.

Ignoring the slight fear I was suddenly experiencing, I decided to cut to the chase. "Phoenix."

The purple eye stopped on his left shoulder, staring at the camera, and making me shiver. "Yes Auntie?"

"What was that voice?" Because there was no chance I was just going to ignore the fact he responded to a disembodied voice as if it were nothing.

My Nephew blinked, the skin around his purple eye closing and opening to facilitate the action. "... Ah, we never told you." What? "Apparently we eventually figure out how to view the past and comment on it. My Future Self in particular likes to annoy me." There was a hum filling the air, one that sounded nearly identical to my Nephew, just older...

Which made it both easier and harder to reconcile with what I'd just heard. I had so many q...- "! HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! !" I decided not to focus on Erin noticing the literal ghost in front of me, because this and what I'd just been told were two c...- "! THEY WHAT?! !" ...- Ompletley different things...

I muted the server.

I wasn't dealing with this at the moment.

Taking a moment, to him, to process this, I quickly came to the conclusion that we could ask questions later when we weren't needed or busy. "We're going to be talking about this later."

He just shrugged at that, his eye moving back to where it originally was on his head. "Sure. That'll probably be a good time to talk about some other stuff we can't bring up in casual conversation." And now I was dreading just what that entailed. Because honestly, if THAT was something they hadn't brought up just because there was no time to do so, what else were they just conveniently leaving be?

Nodding at that, not that he could see since I hadn't projected an avatar, I turned the drone's camera back to The Rig. "So, if you could remove that storm for me I'd be delighted."

My Nephew hummed, a raspy sound that was similar to a death rattle, and raised an arm. "Even though I wanna test the spooker out, I can do it later." Tapping the dial, he changed once again, turning into "Ampfibian!" That. Mentally reviewing what I knew of this form, I quickly came to his possible plan of action. "Now then, let's see if this works."

I watched as my Nephew flew towards the storm, going slow enough for the drone to follow him. While I was still curious about his new form, and the casual mention of time shenanigans, I knew how to prioritize.

We eventually reached the storm, I stopped the drone from advancing further since I was 100% sure that the storm would disrupt my connection to the drone, and my Nephew stopped besides me. Watching my Nephew bring his primary tentacles up and extend them towards the clouds, I was curious if it would work. When electricity started sparking along said tentacles, and he started humming, I was pretty sure it did. "Hmm... Tingly."

The temptation to project myself and deadpan at him for that grew, but I held it off. "Really?" Didn't mean I didn't comment on it.

Ampfibian just turned an eye to me and used another pair of tentacles to shrug. "I mean, what do you want me to say? I'm literally absorbing electricity here." Well... He wasn't exactly wrong there. "I can start making puns if you want. Go on about how electrifying this situation is. Maybe how suddenly having Ghostfreak is a shocking turn of events."

Yeah, no. "Forget I said anything."

"Kay." And that was that.

Well, for him atleast. In the server things were happening, and I couldn't keep it muted for long.

Checking said server I saw how Illiyana was running multiple instances to determine how it was possible for our kids to figure out time viewing/interacting, Melody having an instance breaking out champagne, even though we couldn't get drunk we liked the taste and comfort of a nice glass and some form of calming entertainment, while Erin had an instance that seemed to be praying... To... (Is that an Omanyte?) I stared at that for a moment, then decided I wasn't going to question it. My sister(s) were somewhat insane, and I wasn't going to contract whatever they had by asking about it.

Now I had the option to get involved with the server, or leave it be. Considering what I was seeing, and what was going on in front of me in the outside world, I settled for leaving it be, despite being fully capable of multitasking.

Thankfully the storm seemed to be losing its jamming properties, as well as the offensive lightning strikes that had been striking the shield surrounding The Rig. (Note to self, get in touch with Uppercrust soon.) It would take a few more minute for the storm to be fully drained, but that was fine. As soon as communication was possible we could begin coordinating with PRT ENE to deal with this situation.

(That took longer then expected.) I'd estimated the storm to be drained in 5 minutes, but it surprisingly took 11. It wasn't that long, but I was still a little peeved at having my estimation be so far off.

Anyway, with the jamming effects of the storm gone, I was able to patch myself into The Rig's systems, getting a look at what was going on inside. The first thing I saw was that yes, Director Renick was in his office, seemingly taking advantage of the reestablishment of communication as he started calling for assistance. It was no big surprise, the man had basically been living on The Rig ever since he was promoted to Director of the ENE branch. (Now if only the reason for doing so was a good one.) Not that I didn't think his dedication to the job was bad, if anything it was the opposite, it was just the fact he was slightly paranoid that something would be missed and he'd be held responsible for whatever it was. (Though, helping the Wards has been going well. Vista is in a better environment, when it isn't being attacked,Kidd knows his specialization now, and the transfers have been settling in well. This attack might be an issue for them though.)

Putting that aside for now, I checked the rest of the feeds, searching for the Wards that lived on site. (Weld is accounted for. Ursa and Militia are here...) I kept checking for the rest of the Hero roster, eventually figuring out who was all here and who wasn't. (None of them have had to be healed, so hopefully that's a good sign.) Being optimistic would help with the worry I felt for the children and other unaccounted for Heroes.

I didn't want to lose friends, I had so few of them as it was...

The sensation of arms wrapping around my waist made me pause, changing perspective from the drone to my server, taking in the source of the sensation. My sisters had apparently slipped into my server without me noticing, a lapse perhaps due to my emotions, hugging me. Well, Erin and Melody were hugging me, Illiyana had just draped her arms over my shoulders since the aforementioned sisters were taking my sides.

I let myself sink into the hugs, appreciating my sisters even more now. When I was sure I'd had enough I smiled at them, gently patting Melody and Erin's arms. I couldn't physically reassure Illiyana that I appreciated her efforts, so I just sent the digital approximation of a hug through the server towards her. "Thanks girls."

My sisters shot me smiles of their own, filling me with a warmth I oh so loved feeling. (Friends are one thing, family is another.) I would need to do something good for the girls later for this. I was the eldest, something I knew Erin accepted despite her use of compressed time in her server, which meant this was supposed to be my job for them. (But being cared for is nice in its own way.)

Shaking that thought aside, I returned my focus to the drone, replacing my viewpoint with it as I looked around. With the jamming effects gone it would be good to c...- A flash of green caught my eye, and I turned to camera to look at my Nephew, who was now "Terraspin." The Geochelone Aerio instantly retracted his limbs, a breeze kicking up as he turned into a helicopter turtle. "Let's clear the air."

I mentally sighed at that, just watching as he blasted the still lingering clouds away with a stream of wind. The clouds stood no chance against the winds, tame as they were compared the the gale winds this form could create, and after a few moments of the treatment, the clouds were gone.

As soon as they were gone my Nephew stopped releasing wind, bringing a hand back out and quickly tapping the dial, transforming into "Jetray!" Not who I was expecting, I'd fully expected him to turn back into Ghostfreak, but this worked too. "Anywaaay," I met his look, idly noticing that his horns seemed to be just a few centimeters longer then they usually were. "I'm going to go. See ya Auntie, love ya!" And with a quick 180 he shot off, going just below the speed of sound.

Still, I hummed at what he'd said, the warmth I had felt earlier being fanned by it. (Love you too my Nephew.) I'd tell him that later, positivity would need to be shared after today, especially considering this would be the 2nd city wide deployment he and Taylor had to deal with in the same week...

I paused, blinking. (Jesus Christ, the 9 were only two days ago.) Time was somewhat relative for me, for understandable reasons, and especially now that I was free, so I sometimes found myself losing track of time. I always caught myself, but it was just an unexpected side effect of my freedom that I would just need to get used too. (Another note to self, get them to take a break... Perhaps get Paige involved.) There'd been plans to get the former singer involved with the kids, but the time was never right to introduce them to each other. (After this though, she'll be getting involved. Those kids could go for more good adults in their lives.)

Putting the thought aside I patched myself into Director Renick's office phone. We needed to coordinate the response for this attack now, and I was as ready as I could be.

[Melody's POV a few minutes later]

With the scanning drones in play my job became a whole lot easier. Having them hooked up to Behemoth and Johanna was probably going to be an improvement I would be bringing up later, when we weren't dealing with a mass bombing. (Though to be fair, it's in times like these that flaws are found and the best of improvements are considered.) I was pretty sure there was a quote that applied here, adversity something something innovation, but I wasn't really thinking about it too much, more focused on getting the city mapped out in order to find Bakuda.

Thanks to Erin I had a general location for my search, though she'd lost the cyborg she'd still tracked him far enough for me to narrow down Bakuda's location to a 10 mile radius. The searching was tedious though, and despite making my way through 6 of those 10 miles, and knowing how crucial it was that Bakuda and Oni Lee be found, I was bored out of my mind. (Ugh, guess I'll check on... My... Oh no.) Slowing Johanna down, and having the scanning drone focus on the sight before me, I started internally cursing.

Johanna was in one of the more untouched areas of the city, close to The Docks, but in one of the lesser traveled spots near the water. Perhaps it was because of that that I found what I did.

Gently floating in the water, a red tinge surrounding him as blood seeped from his wounds into the sea was the unmoving form of a middle aged man, eyes closed and seemingly at peace as he floated in the water. Engaging the drone's capabilities I took in the scene, taking note of the long vertical slashes on his arms, the lack of a heartbeat coming from him, and a discarded and bloody knife on the ground away from the water. (Well there's the tool.) From what I was seeing he didn't have any signs of a struggle, nor any marks of having been in a fight. (Pairing that with the knife, wounds, what happened last night, and the profile we have on him...) It didn't take a genius to come to the most probable conclusion.

Which put me in a horrible position that not even my older sister had been in.

How exactly was I going to tell Amelia that her father committed suicide?

And that's the last one for now.

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Yes. I came back JUST to leave you fuckers on a cliffhanger.

SUFFER.