Episode/Chapter three: Jungle fury

Episode Three, Part One – The Cyborg's Dominion

Deep within the underground cybernetic fortress, where steel veins pulsed with energy and the air hummed with the eerie sound of machinery, Xeno, a ruthless cyborg overlord, stood at the heart of it all.

The Mainframe Nexus, a towering monolithic supercomputer, flickered with alien code and holographic projections. Red-tinted security feeds displayed disturbing scenes—rows of terrified captives huddled in metallic cells, their frightened eyes reflecting the dim blue luminescence of their prison. Towering Automaton Sentinels, humanoid war machines with sleek obsidian exoskeletons, patrolled the corridors with precision-engineered lethality. The very walls pulsed with an artificial heartbeat—the cold, rhythmic thrum of the fortress's AI systems.

Xeno watched everything from his command station, standing tall, a perfect fusion of man and machine. His chrome-armored frame gleamed under the neon lights, circuitry embedded in his flesh pulsed with an ominous glow, and his one organic eye—a piercing silver—observed the chaos like a god admiring his creation.

Behind him, a holographic projection of the planet shimmered, displaying tactical overlays, energy signatures, and heat-mapped activity zones. His cybernetic fingers, laced with nanotech filaments, danced over the interface, manipulating data at speeds no human mind could comprehend.

Suddenly, an alert flashed across the screen: INCOMING TRANSMISSION – ENCRYPTED CHANNEL.

The air itself tensed. Xeno's optic sensor whirred, recalibrating as the projection before him morphed into the ominous, grinning face of Miss Chief.

The Call of the Empress of Chaos

Her presence oozed dominance. Clad in an elegant yet menacing exo-suit, Miss Chief was the brilliantly deranged mastermind behind the CyberAI's expansion. Her scarlet-lipsticked smirk was both alluring and terrifying, and the chrome plating on her face glowed with pulsating neural circuits.

> Miss Chief (smirking): "Xeno, darling, do tell me—how's my masterpiece coming along?"

Xeno's synthetic voice, smooth yet chilling, echoed through the command chamber.

> Xeno (calm, precise): "Progress is optimal. The hostages are contained. The algorithm for full neural reprogramming is at 73% efficiency—soon, they will cease to be human. They will serve."

Miss Chief's grin widened, her cybernetic eye flashing.

> Miss Chief: "Music to my ears! But tell me, dear—are you certain there will be no… complications? I hate complications."

Xeno's metal-plated jaw clenched slightly, his red HUD interface scanning for potential risks. His mind, a perfect blend of human cunning and AI calculation, processed millions of probabilities per second.

> Xeno (steadily): "Xeno makes no mistakes."

Miss Chief let out a low, almost musical chuckle, resting her metallic fingers against her cheek.

> Miss Chief: "Mmm. I do love that confidence. But you know how I am… if anyone were to… let's say… interfere, I'd be most displeased."

Her playful tone did nothing to mask the underlying threat. The air around Xeno seemed to crackle, though it was merely the frequency shift of the neural transmission.

> Xeno (firmly): "Anyone who steps foot in this base will be met with annihilation. I have deployed the Neuro-Slicers—they will detect and incinerate any intruders before they reach the lower chambers. The drones are on full alert. The Sentinels are primed for execution mode. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out."

Miss Chief's silver-plated nails tapped rhythmically against her chair, processing his words.

> Miss Chief (mockingly): "Oh, Xeno, you always make me feel so safe."

She leaned closer to the screen, her glowing irises piercing into him.

> Miss Chief (deadly serious): "See that you do not fail me. If Earth's little cockroaches come knocking, I expect you to crush them."

Xeno's cybernetic eye flickered, a silent acknowledgment of her command.

> Xeno: "Failure is not in my programming."

Miss Chief exhaled in satisfaction.

> Miss Chief (grinning): "Good boy."

With that, the holographic transmission flickered, her image dissolving into lines of cascading code before the screen went black.

The room remained eerily silent, save for the pulsing hum of the fortress's artificial intelligence.

Xeno turned, his heavy metallic boots clanking against the titanium flooring. As he stepped forward, the Automaton Sentinels responded to his movements, their red-lit optics syncing with his command protocols.

His mechanical fingers flexed, and from his wrist, a nanoblade extended, its surface crackling with violet plasma.

> Xeno (murmuring to himself): "Let them come."

His lips curled into a razor-sharp smirk.

> Xeno (coldly): "They will learn the meaning of true perfection."

He turned toward the massive reinforced blast doors, where beyond, the jungle above remained unaware of the technological nightmare brewing beneath its soil.

Far above the surface, beyond the thick canopy, a sleek, high-tech aircraft known as Vanity was already slicing through the sky at hyper-sonic speed.

The predators were coming.

But Xeno was ready.

EPISODE THREE, PART TWO – WAR IN THE SKIES

The Stealth Infiltration

The Vanity, an aerodynamic marvel of engineering, glided effortlessly through the darkened skies of the Congo, its sleek, obsidian body blending into the night like a phantom. The ship was running in stealth mode, cloaked by a high-frequency quantum distortion field that rendered it nearly invisible to detection.

Inside the cockpit, CH1P, their AI co-pilot, hovered beside the control panel—a floating, compact white robot with a spherical head, expressive LED eyes, and stubby mechanical arms. His voice had a cheeky digitalized tone, always walking the fine line between helpful and infuriating.

The team sat in their designated seats, buckle lights flashing red as they prepared for descent.

> CH1P (mockingly): "Alright, heroes… or villains… or whatever morally ambiguous identities you guys prefer—time to fasten your seatbelts. I'd hate to scrape what's left of your already questionable good looks off the jungle floor."

Flemming snorted, tightening his harness.

> Flemming: "I'm touched by your concern, CH1P. Really, I am."

> Rei (rolling her eyes): "Yeah, yeah. Just fly, you floating trash can."

Damon cracked his knuckles.

> Damon: "I dunno, I think CH1P has a point. We're flying into enemy territory with zero moral compass and enough firepower to level a city. Sounds more like villains to me."

CH1P's LED eyes pulsed mischievously.

> CH1P: "See? At least one of you gets it."

Just then, the ship shook violently. A blinding blast of plasma erupted from below, slamming into the Vanity's left wing. The alarms screeched to life, red holographic warning signs flashing across the dashboard.

> CH1P (panicked): "Oh, COME ON! We were in stealth mode!"

Flemming gritted his teeth, gripping the co-pilot controls.

> Flemming: "They must have an advanced neural-tracking system—they're reading us through our heat signatures!"

Another blast ripped through the air, narrowly missing the ship's rear thrusters. CH1P jerked the controls, forcing the Vanity into a sharp barrel roll just as ten colossal self-automated drones emerged from the thick cloud cover, their enormous mechanical frames reflecting the dim moonlight.

These weren't just any drones—CyberAI Hunter Drones.

They were gigantic aerial war machines, built for precision strikes, each equipped with hyper-fusion blasters, AI-driven missile launchers, and repulsor shields.

And they were locked onto the Vanity like a pack of mechanical wolves.

> CH1P (horrified): "Oh, well, this is just GREAT. Not one, not two, but TEN of them?! Oh, sure! Let's make this a fair fight!"

> Rei (grinning): "Stop whining and fight back, bucket-head."

Aerial Combat: Vanity vs. CyberAI Drones

The air exploded into chaos.

The drones opened fire in unison, raining down plasma storms that seared through the atmosphere. The Vanity spun aggressively, dodging a blast that nearly took out its rear stabilizer.

> Flemming: "CH1P, if you're gonna do something cool, NOW would be a great time!"

> CH1P: "Oh, I was just waiting for dramatic effect."

The Vanity's side compartments hissed open, revealing rotating twin-barrel quantum cannons that charged with glowing blue energy. With a sonic boom, they unleashed quantum blasts, tearing through the sky.

One drone exploded on impact, a fireball consuming its remains.

> Rei (grinning): "BOOM! Who's next?"

The drones, undeterred, swarmed faster, moving in unison as they dodged the Vanity's counterfire.

Suddenly, Damon stood from his seat, unbuckling his harness.

> Flemming (confused): "Damon? What the hell are you doing?"

Damon merely smirked, stepping toward the airlock.

> Damon: "Stretching my legs."

With that, he walked through the solid metal wall of the ship

Damon phased out of the Vanity, emerging into the open air—hundreds of feet above the ground. He floated, surrounded by storm clouds and laser fire, the wind whipping through his dark coat.

Below him, the jungle stretched endless and black, but up here, he was untouchable.

> Rei (watching from the window, awed): "Okay… that's kinda badass."

Damon raised his hand, and in an instant, a swirling vortex of hellfire ignited around his fist. His eyes glowed crimson, and with a simple flick of his wrist—

> FWOOOOOM!

A massive wave of dark fire blasted forward, engulfing one of the drones in midair. It detonated instantly, raining shards of metal through the sky.

Damon twisted midair, gathering momentum. He flung another wave of hellfire, directing one drone straight into another. The collision sent both spiraling into a blazing explosion.

Then, with eerily fluid movement, he phased back into the Vanity, stepping through the ship's walls like a ghost.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he casually dusted off his coat.

> Flemming (deadpan): "...Showoff."

Damon smirked, adjusting his gloves.

> Damon (coolly): "Oh, I'm sorry. Would you prefer I let them shoot us down?"

Before Flemming could retort, a devastating blast rocked the ship.

The drones, now in full assault mode, rained down a storm of hyper-fusion blasts. One shot hit the Vanity's stabilizers, sending the ship into a violent spiral.

The Crash

> CH1P (screaming): "THIS IS WHY I HATE FLYING WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!"

The team braced as the Vanity plummeted, the jungle rushing toward them at terrifying speeds. CH1P desperately fought the controls, but the damage was too severe.

The ship crashed hard, tearing through thick trees before slamming into the ground in a deafening impact.

Dirt and debris erupted into the air, metal groaned, and the ship skidded through the jungle before finally coming to a smoking halt.

The team groaned, unbuckling themselves from their seats.

> Flemming (sarcastic): "Well… that was fun."

> CH1P: "FUN?! I JUST CRASHED A BILLION-DOLLAR STEALTH JET! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO REPAIR STEALTH TECH?!"

Meanwhile… Underground

Beneath the jungle, inside the fortress of the CyberAI, Xeno watched from his control chamber, his mechanical eye glowing ominously as he observed the wreckage through a drone feed.

Beside him, a female CyberAI commander stood with her arms folded, her face a mask of indifference.

> Female CyberAI (monotone): "Threat eliminated."

Xeno's lips curled into a knowing smirk.

> Xeno (darkly): "Not yet. But soon."

EPISODE THREE, PART THREE – PRISON OF DESPAIR

The Captive's Prayer

Deep within the CyberAI underground base, a dimly lit, metallic chamber stretched into the shadows. The air was thick with dampness and the metallic stench of oil and despair. Rows of electromagnetic cells lined the walls, pulsating with a faint crimson glow, their energy fields humming ominously.

Inside one of these cold, steel cages, a young Congolese girl sat trembling in her mother's embrace. She was no older than seven, her dark curls matted, her wide, terrified eyes reflecting the eerie red glow of the cell's energy bars.

> Nia (whispering, scared): "Mama… I'm scared."

Her mother, Mawusi, gently pulled her closer, wrapping her in the warmth of her frail but resolute arms. Mawusi's face was gaunt, exhaustion clinging to her features, yet her spirit remained unbroken.

> Mawusi (softly, reassuringly): "I know, my love. But I am here for you."

Nia buried her face into her mother's chest.

> Nia (innocently): "Mama… do you think God will send His angels? Will they come from heaven to save us?"

A sad but hopeful smile touched Mawusi's lips as she gently stroked her daughter's hair.

> Mawusi: "Yes, mon bébé. Heaven is watching. The angels will come."

> Nia (whispering): "Does heaven exist?"

Mawusi's eyes glistened, a distant light in the depths of suffering.

> Mawusi (softly): "Yes, Nia. Heaven is real. It is a place of endless light, where the rivers shine like gold, where there is no hunger, no pain… no fear."

For a moment, the girl closed her eyes, imagining this place of warmth and light, a place so unlike this cold prison.

Then the moment shattered.

The Arrival of the War Machine

A sudden BOOM echoed through the corridor. The ground trembled as something immense approached. The flickering lights of the underground facility dimmed, and a metallic clanking resounded through the air—each step like the toll of a death knell.

The captives cowered, their whispers of fear melding into the electric hum of the cell walls.

Then he entered.

Towering over ten feet tall, a colossus of steel and nightmare, his crimson optics burning like twin hellfires. His entire body was a fusion of advanced cybernetic plating and alien nanotech, his massive hulking form resembling something between a war machine and a mechanical god.

This was GEN-RAZAR, the Supreme CyberAI General—a walking apocalypse, the enforcer of Xeno's will.

His faceplate shifted, revealing a mouth made of razor-like servos, each movement emitting a soft, sickening grind of metal against metal. His arms, thick as tree trunks, ended in titanium claws, each one capable of slicing through reinforced armor.

His voice was a deep, guttural vibration, like static corrupting the very air around him.

> GEN-RAZAR (booming): "Extract the specimens."

Behind him, two CyberAI Warriors stepped forward. They were sleeker, deadlier, with obsidian-plated armor and glowing cyan optics. Their movements were inhumanly precise, their servos hissing softly as they approached the captives.

One of them activated a holographic scanner, its blue light sweeping across the cells.

It locked onto a young Congolese boy sitting in the farthest corner, his frail body shivering with terror.

> CyberAI Warrior (monotone): "Target acquired. Extraction protocol initiated."

A Mother's Despair

The energy bars disengaged with a high-pitched screech, and the boy was wrenched from his mother's arms.

> His mother (screaming, desperate): "NO! NO, PLEASE! NOT MY SON!"

She lunged forward, grabbing onto his small wrist, her fingers digging in as if holding on for dear life.

The CyberAI Warrior responded without hesitation—a brutal, metal-plated fist slammed into her ribs, sending her crashing into the wall.

She gasped, spitting blood, but still crawled forward, reaching for her son.

> Mother (sobbing, pleading): "Please! He is just a child! Don't take him! Don't take him—"

Her cries fell on deaf, mechanical ears.

The boy wailed, kicking and screaming, but the machine's iron grip was absolute.

Other men were pulled from their cells—prisoners, rebels, survivors. They were dragged into the abyss, their fate unknown but drenched in inevitable horror.

Their screams echoed down the corridor until—silence.

The energy bars reactivated, sealing the captives inside their cold cages once more.

The Fear Grows

Nia trembled uncontrollably, clutching her mother's arm in pure, unfiltered terror.

> Nia (whispering, voice shaking): "Mama… where did they take him?"

Mawusi could not answer. Her throat was tight, her lips quivering. Instead, she just held her daughter tighter, rocking her gently.

> Nia (softly, voice breaking): "Are… are the angels really coming?"

Mawusi swallowed her pain, brushing Nia's curls away from her damp cheeks.

> Mawusi (whispering): "Yes, my love."

But this time, even she wasn't sure.

She simply prayed.

Prayed that somewhere, in the depths of the stars, something—someone—would hear them.

Would come for them.

Would stop the machines.

And as the cold air settled once more, the only sound left was the soft humming of the energy field—a silent reminder of their inescapable doom.

EPISODE THREE, PART FOUR – THE NAUGHTY ANGELS

CRASH LANDING IN THE JUNGLE OF METAL & CHAOS

The Vanity lay in a smoking wreck, half-buried in the dense alien jungle, its sleek, once-pristine hull now riddled with scorch marks and battle damage. Steam hissed from ruptured quantum stabilizers, and sparks flickered from the exposed nano-fiber circuits embedded in the ship's body. The air was thick with the burnt scent of plasma and ozone, mingling with the jungle's damp, earthy musk.

The hatch hissed open, and the crew emerged, stepping onto the metallic soil of the jungle—yes, metallic. The entire terrain was a bizarre fusion of nature and cybernetic overgrowth, where bioluminescent vines coiled around rusted machine carcasses, and towering holographic trees flickered in and out of existence like broken projections.

And, of course, the first person to speak was the most predictable.

> CH1P (grumbling, crossing his robotic arms): "I swear to all existing data codes, fixing this is gonna be a pain in my metal ass."

> Flemming (grinning, patting the ship): "She's a tough one, buddy.

> CH1P: "Oh, really? Show me a time where she was SHOT OUT OF THE SKY MID-STEALTH MODE? No? Thought so."

Rei sighed, rolling her eyes.

> Rei (dryly): "Oh no, poor you, a 'robotic genius' who can fix it, whining like you can't."

> CH1P (dramatic, holding his 'head'): "It's about the principle, Rei! The principle of NOT BEING SHOT DOWN IN STEALTH MODE!"

> Destro (folding his arms): "And we're standing here… why?"

> Damon (sarcastic, stretching): "Well, we could start walking now. Or we could stay here and listen to CH1P's TED Talk on A.I. Suffering & Emotional Damage."

Laughter.

Iris, however, wasn't even fazed by the destruction around them. In fact, she looked downright thrilled.

> Iris (grinning, excited): "Mission time, baby! Let's go, let's go! I was born for this!"

> Rei (muttering): "She concerns me sometimes."

> CH1P (mockingly): "You concern me all the time."

Rei elbowed him lightly.

> CH1P (mock hurt, gasping): "Violence! Against an innocent A.I.! The humanity!"

> Destro: "Let's move before I throw both of you at the enemy."

> Flemming (raising a hand): "Actually, I'm staying behind. CH1P and I need to fix the ship."

The group turned to him.

> Damon (shrugging): "Alright. I'm in charge, then."

There was a moment of silence before—

> Rei (too quickly, too sharply): "Why? Who said you're in charge?"

> Flemming (smirking knowingly): "I did."

> Rei (huffing, crossing her arms): "I mean, it's not a bad choice… but still—"

> CH1P (grinning, nudging her): "Jealous?"

> Rei (eyes flashing, defensive): "I—what—NO. Shut up. Move."

More laughter.

Damon just smirked, clearly enjoying how much it annoyed her.

> Damon (smirking): "Love this team."

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MOVING THROUGH THE METAL JUNGLE

The group advanced, navigating through the overgrown biomechanical jungle, where giant metallic roots twisted around abandoned CyberAI structures, and the hollowed-out skulls of ancient war droids lay half-buried in the undergrowth. Strange holographic fireflies flickered in and out of reality, while ominous mechanized howls echoed from the deep foliage.

Destro (grumbling, pushing aside a vine made of actual metal): "This place is unnatural."

> Rei (muttering): "Like a machine had a baby with a jungle."

> Iris (grinning, hopping over a root): "Sounds awesome."

They were careful, dodging branches, stepping over exposed energy circuits, and ducking beneath glowing neon thorns that hummed with dangerous static energy.

Then they froze.

Ahead, hovering above the metallic canopy, were ten-foot-tall CyberAI Hunter-Drones, their mechanized wings pulsing with silent propulsion, their scanners sweeping the jungle floor for intruders.

> Rei (whispering, tensing): "Survey drones."

> Damon (whispering back): "Stealth mode. Move quietly."

They crouched low, moving stealthily, using the tall metallic flora for cover, their footsteps careful.

Everyone understood the mission.

Except Destro.

> Destro (muttering, frustrated): "I hate stealth."

> Iris (whispering, teasing): "Yeah, we know."

> Destro (grumbling): "Just saying—there's an easier way."

And then—

BZZT!

The scanner flashed red—they had been spotted.

The drones let out a shrill metallic screech, their weapons charging up, and within seconds—

FIRE.

Plasma blasts rained down from above, scorching the jungle floor, turning trees into molten slag. The group scattered just in time.

> Rei (yelling): "SO MUCH FOR STEALTH, DESTRO!"

> Destro (grinning, cracking his knuckles): "Told you I had an easier way."

And then he jumped.

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BATTLE AGAINST THE HUNTER-DRONES

Destro rocketed into the air, grabbing a Hunter-Drone mid-flight, tearing off one of its metal wings before using the entire drone itself as a club to smash into another one.

> Damon (watching, impressed): "Okay, that's actually badass."

> Iris (laughing): "Naughty angel at work!"

Rei raised a hand, electricity crackling between her fingers. She unleashed a devastating lightning arc, striking three drones at once, sending them into a smoking spiral crash.

Destro, still mid-air, grabbed another drone, ripped its plasma cannon off, and used it as a makeshift blaster, firing into the enemy ranks.

> Destro (grinning, blasting drones mid-air): "OH, THIS IS FUN."

> Rei (throwing another lightning bolt): "For you maybe!"

The jungle was lit up with the neon glow of plasma fire, electric bolts, and quantum explosions, turning the night into a battlefield.

> Rei (breathing hard, standing back-to-back with Destro): "We need to buy them time."

> Destro (grinning, cracking his knuckles): "Oh, I got time."

They charged forward, one firing bolts of lightning, the other smashing through machines like a wrecking ball, holding off the CyberAI forces while Damon and Iris moved toward the base.

And as the battle raged on, there was only one thought on everyone's mind—

This was just the beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED…

EPISODE THREE, PART FIVE – THE HACKER & THE DEMON.

THE UNDERGROUND FACILITY – ENTERING THE LION'S DEN

Iris and Damon raced through the jungle, dodging past smoking drone wreckage and avoiding the scorched marks of battle left behind. The towering trees of the biomechanical jungle slowly gave way to metallic rock formations, and ahead, embedded into a cliffside, was a massive metallic structure—the entrance to the underground facility.

Iris held up her gauntlet, its holographic interface flickering to life, projecting a detailed 3D map of the underground structure. The hologram shifted and rotated, revealing hidden corridors, energy readings, and patrol routes.

> Damon (raising a brow, impressed): "Okay, now I see why you're the tech genius. What does that do?"

> Iris (grinning, tapping on the gauntlet): "Oh, this baby? It does everything—hacks into any system, projects any map, takes pictures and video, has a built-in taser, and—"

She leaned in, lowering her voice with a mischievous smirk.

> Iris (smirking, winking): "Stole it from a Japanese military base. No big deal."

> Damon (laughing, shaking his head): "You concern me sometimes."

> Iris (cheerfully): "I get that a lot!"

With a few rapid swipes, the heavy blast doors of the facility hissed open, revealing a dimly lit corridor, lined with automated turrets and laser tripwires.

> Iris (stretching her arms): "Alright! Let's go break some stuff and save some people!"

> Damon (muttering, smirking): "I swear you enjoy this way too much."

> Iris (grinning): "You don't?"

They stepped in.

XENO – THE EYE THAT SEES ALL

Deep inside the facility, Xeno sat in a levitating command chair, surrounded by holographic screens that displayed a full 360-degree surveillance grid of the entire base. His cybernetic eyes flickered, accessing real-time spatial awareness data, allowing him to "see" everything within the facility—even where cameras couldn't.

He leaned back, exuding a calm, collected confidence, before turning to his CyberAI assistant—a sleek, humanoid android with glowing blue circuits running through her metallic skin.

> Xeno (cool, composed): "We have guests."

> CyberAI Assistant (tilting her head): "Intruders?"

> Xeno (smirking, nodding): "Persistent little flies. Summon the guards. Get rid of them."

> CyberAI Assistant (bowing slightly): "Acknowledged."

She turned, her metallic heels clicking as she left to relay his command.

Xeno smirked, watching the surveillance feeds as Iris and Damon moved deeper into the base.

> Xeno (chuckling to himself): "Let's see how long you last."

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THE CELLS – SAVING THE PRISONERS

Iris and Damon moved swiftly, guided by the holographic map, avoiding security cameras thanks to Iris's hacking skills. The facility was massive, its walls lined with glowing blue conduits, and the air buzzed with energy from the powerful generators embedded into the structure.

> Damon (looking around): "I hate how these places always have a creepy sci-fi glow."

> Iris (mockingly gasping): "What? You don't love the cold, emotionless corporate dystopian aesthetic?"

> Damon (sarcastic): "Oh yeah, it really makes me feel at home."

> Iris (laughing): "You're the worst."

They finally reached a row of containment cells, where captives huddled in fear, their faces worn, dirty, and hopeless. Iris immediately got to work, placing her gauntlet against the holographic control panel beside the doors.

The captives looked at her, confused and hesitant.

> Prisoner (nervous, stepping forward): "Who are you?"

> Iris (grinning as the system decrypted): "Your guardian angel."

The doors unlocked with a hiss, and the prisoners stepped out cautiously.

> Prisoner (whispering, worried): "We can't leave. They'll kill us."

> Iris (smiling, reassuringly): "Not on my watch."

Just then—

ALARM BLARING. RED LIGHTS FLASHING.

A metallic voice echoed through the facility.

> Automated Security System: "INTRUDERS DETECTED. ALL UNITS DEPLOY TO SECTOR 7. TERMINATE ON SIGHT."

> Damon (sighing): "Well, that didn't take long."

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BATTLE IN THE HALLS – MAGIC VS MACHINES

The moment the announcement ended, a squadron of CyberAI warriors stormed into the corridor, opening fire instantly.

Blasts of plasma ripped through the air, and Damon instantly raised a glowing sigil, summoning a translucent blue forcefield that absorbed the incoming fire.

> Damon (gritting his teeth): "Iris, hurry it up!"

> Iris (hacking a door panel, smiling): "Relax, magic boy. I got this."

Damon pushed forward, swinging his hands in an arc. Runes glowed in the air, and suddenly, a wave of arcane energy blasted forward, sending CyberAI warriors flying into the walls.

> Damon (grinning, cracking his knuckles): "Your turn, bucketheads."

One CyberAI warrior lunged at him, its mechanical arms shifting into spinning plasma blades.

> CyberAI Warrior: "TERMINATE."

Damon ducked, chanting under his breath before releasing a Hellblast, a swirling inferno of blue magical fire, engulfing the warrior in an instant.

> Damon (mockingly, watching the bot burn): "You should've read the fine print before fighting a demon "

More CyberAI warriors poured into the hallway. Damon held them off, throwing up magical barriers, deflecting plasma shots, and sending runic explosions down the corridor.

Meanwhile, Iris led the captives through a side passage, her gauntlet projecting a holographic escape route.

> Iris (encouragingly): "Come on! Don't stop! Almost there!"

But suddenly—

BOOM.

A thunderous metallic sound echoed through the hallway, and the lights flickered violently. The ground trembled as a large shadow loomed over them.

A towering figure stepped into view. Ten feet tall. Bulky, armored, and radiating raw power.

GEN-RAZAR.

> Gen-Razar (deep, metallic voice, amused): "So… these are the rats causing trouble."

Damon clenched his fists, magic energy crackling around his hands.

> Damon (muttering): "Oh, great. Big, scary, and monologuing."

> Iris (grinning nervously): "This'll be fun."

Gen-Razar's metal fists clenched, and his red optics glowed menacingly.

> Gen-Razar: "Playtime's over. You die now."

CHAPTER THREE, PART SIX – "TECH JUNGLE BRAWL"

THE TECH JUNGLE – A MECHANIC'S NIGHTMARE

The Tech Jungle was not a friendly place.

Massive steel trees with fiber-optic vines stretched high into the sky, their trunks made of twisting cables and exposed circuits. Pulsing neon-blue veins ran through the metal terrain, lighting up the paths like some kind of cybernetic rainforest floor. Strange hissing steam vents erupted from the ground, filling the air with an eerie mechanical mist.

And right in the middle of all this techno-wilderness, a half-dismantled jet—the Vanity—sat like a stranded beast, its exposed innards glowing as it awaited repairs.

And next to it?

A very stressed-out robot with a serious attitude problem.

> CH1p (dramatically pacing, arms flailing): "I swear, working with you is like babysitting a feral raccoon with a wrench addiction!"

> Flemming (not looking up from the Vanity's engine, smirking): "You love babysitting me."

> CH1p (gasping, clutching imaginary pearls): "HOW DARE YOU?! I HAVE STANDARDS."

> Flemming (dryly): "Uh-huh. Just hold the plasma coupler steady."

> CH1p (mocking Flemming's voice): "Just hold the plasma coupler steady, CH1p! Be useful, CH1p! Don't rewire the warp core into an espresso machine, CH1p!"

> Flemming: "That happened one time."

> CH1p (raising a metal brow): "And yet, here we are—STILL TALKING ABOUT IT."

> Flemming: "Because my coffee was delicious."

CH1p grumbled but reluctantly held the coupler in place.

The jet hummed faintly, its nano-fiber armor shifting like liquid metal as power surged through it.

> CH1p (tapping fingers, impatiently): "We done yet? Because I would like to NOT get ambushed by—"

ALARM BLARING. RED LIGHTS FLASHING.

> CH1p (sighing): "—oh look, an ambush. What an absolute shock."

INCOMING DRONES – METAL DEATH FROM ABOVE

From the dense canopy of cyber-trees, sleek black drones descended like mechanical vultures, their red scanner eyes slicing through the fog. Their wings unfolded, razor-sharp and humming with energy, while plasma cannons armed themselves with a sinister high-pitched whine.

> Automated Defense System: "INTRUDERS DETECTED. NEUTRALIZING TARGETS."

> CH1p (throwing hands up): "AND HERE I WAS THINKING WE'D GET A NICE, PEACEFUL AFTERNOON."

> Flemming (grinning, cracking his knuckles): "Where's the fun in that?"

> CH1p: "FUN?! YOU CALL A DEATH SWARM FUN?!"

Flemming rolled his shoulders, then fired his grappling hook at the nearest cyber-tree, launching himself skyward just as the drones opened fire.

PLASMA BLASTS RAINED DOWN.

CH1p shrieked and ducked behind the Vanity, covering his head as the shots scorched the ground around him.

> CH1p (yelling after Flemming): "IF I DIE, I'M HAUNTING YOU AS A MALWARE VIRUS."

> Flemming (mid-air, smirking): "Noted."

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FLEMMING VS. THE DRONES

The first drone locked onto Flemming, its cannon tracking his movements with eerie precision.

Just as it fired, Flemming spun mid-air, twisted his body acrobatically, and landed on a cyber-branch. The plasma blast grazed past him, melting part of the metal bark.

> Flemming (mocking): "Missed me!"

The drone adjusted, re-aimed—

Too late.

Flemming leaped off the branch, grappling-hooked onto the drone itself, and yanked himself onto its back like a cyber-cowboy on a mechanical bull.

> CH1p (watching in awe, mumbling): "Okay… that was kinda cool…"

The drone jerked wildly, trying to shake him off.

> Flemming (grinning, ripping open a panel): "Hold still, tin can."

He jammed an EMP disruptor inside—

BZZZT.

The drone short-circuited violently, spinning out of control before crashing into another drone below.

BOOM.

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THE SWARM CLOSES IN

Two more drones swooped down, firing in unison.

Flemming rolled, dodging a plasma burst by inches before grabbing a hanging metal vine and swinging between the trees.

> CH1p (yelling): "WHY ARE YOU SWINGING LIKE SPACE-TARZAN?!"

> Flemming: "Because it works!"

> CH1p (muttering): "I work with lunatics."

Mid-swing, Flemming launched three explosive throwing disks.

They hit their marks—

KA-BOOM. Two drones exploded in a shower of sparks.

One remained, charging up a concentrated blast.

> CH1p (ducking behind the jet, eyes wide): "OKAY, SO MAYBE RUNNING WAS AN OPTION?!"

> Flemming (squinting at the drone): "Nah, I got this."

He yanked out his grappling line, shot it at a cyber-tree, and propelled himself straight at the drone.

The drone fired—

Flemming twisted mid-air, barely dodging the plasma bolt, then landed on top of the drone and—

CRACK.

He punched straight through its optic core, ripping out its processing unit in one brutal motion.

The drone went lifeless and tumbled down.

Flemming landed smoothly, dusting off his hands.

> Flemming (grinning): "Still standing."

CH1p peeked out from behind the Vanity, staring.

> CH1p: "You just… you just killed a whole swarm of AI death machines."

> Flemming (grinning, stretching): "Yep."

> CH1p (crossing arms, skeptical): "…You practiced that, didn't you?"

> Flemming: "I mean… I might have simulated a few scenarios…"

> CH1p (deadpan): "You have drone-kicking training montages?!"

> Flemming: "A guy's gotta have hobbies."

> CH1p (throwing hands up): "HOBBIES?! NORMAL PEOPLE KNIT OR DO SUDOKU, FLEMMING!"

> Flemming (shrugging, smirking): "I do aerial combat with killer robots. Same difference."

CH1p groaned.

> CH1p: "I hate how cool that sounded."

Flemming patted him on the head.

> Flemming: "Don't worry, buddy. One day, you too will achieve my level of awesomeness."

> CH1p (swatting his hand away): "DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU GREASY HUMAN!"

> Flemming (laughing): "Let's get this jet running before more company arrives."

> CH1p: "FINALLY, an idea I agree with!"

EPISODE THREE – PART SEVEN

"BREAKOUT PROTOCOL: IRIS UNLEASHED"

HACKING INTO HELL – THE ART OF DIGITAL WARFARE

Deep within the labyrinthine corridors of Facility KX-9, the air was thick with the scent of coolant, machine oil, and recycled oxygen. The hum of artificial intelligence systems pulsed through the walls, synchronized like the digital heartbeat of a mechanical god.

And standing before a fortified vault door, fingers dancing over a holographic interface, was Iris.

Her brown-black bodysuit hugged her frame, its hex-tech weave shimmering faintly in the dim neon glow. A sleek holo-visor covered one eye, scrolling lines of real-time hacking code across the screen.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she leaned over the console.

> Iris (purring, amused): "Oh, sweetie… you really thought you could keep me out?"

The system fought back.

Firewalls morphed into adaptive countermeasures.

AI defense programs launched cyber-attacks.

Digital tripwires tried to lock her out.

But Iris was a ghost in the machine.

Her fingers danced over the interface, rewriting security protocols in milliseconds, dodging trace-back spikes and data wipes with almost arrogant precision.

> Facility AI (cold, synthetic voice): "Warning. Unauthorized access detected. Countermeasures engaged. You have five seconds to comply."

> Iris (grinning, unimpressed): "Five seconds? Cute. I only need three."

She overloaded the biometric scanner, short-circuited the voice-recognition locks, and rewrote the clearance logs so that the system itself thought she was the warden.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

VAULT OVERRIDE SUCCESSFUL.

The heavy door hissed as it slid open.

Inside, huddled in flickering emergency lighting, were dozens of prisoners.

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THE MOMENT OF HOPE – A SAVIOR IN BLACK

Wide, fearful eyes stared at her, uncertain, disbelieving. Among them, Nia and her mother.

The woman—thin, exhausted, but clutching her daughter with all the strength she had left—did not recognize Iris. But Nia did.

> Nia (whispering, breath hitching): "Mrs Tarantula. ?"

Iris arched an eyebrow, amused.

> Iris (grinning): "You sound surprised."

Nia looks shocked

> Nia (emotional, desperate): "I thought you were dead. You vanished!"

> Iris (mock-offended, smirking): "Vanished? Darling, I ghosted then spent a long vacation at the vault . There's a difference."

> Nia's Mother (hesitant, protective): "Who… who are you?"

Iris flashed her a devilish smile, stepping back with a playful bow.

> Iris: "Just a former bad girl with a talent for breaking and entering. But tonight? I'm your one-way ticket out of this hellhole."

The prisoners exchanged glances, uncertain whether to trust her.

> Elderly Man (suspicious): "Why would you help us? You're the world most notorious thief"

Iris leaned against the vault door, arms crossed, voice laced with mischief.

> Iris: "Awwwn, that's for the flattery and Because, old man, I love breaking things. And nothing would break this facility's ego more than watching you all walk out free."

Silence. Then—

> Nia (grinning at the others): "She's crazy. But she's good crazy."

> Iris (mocking offense): "Excuse you, I'm brilliant crazy. Now move, people! Before I change my mind."

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MISSION IMPOSSIBLE MODE – EVADING CYBER DEATH

The group followed Iris through the labyrinth, dodging heat scanners, slipping past motion sensors, and avoiding patrolling Cyber-AI guards.

The facility's emergency lighting cast eerie red streaks along the corridors.

Iris led them with military precision, pausing every few steps to disable surveillance cams, reroute drone patrols, and jam proximity sensors.

> Nia's Mother (whispering, in awe): "How does she know all this?"

> Nia (grinning, whispering back): "Because she used to be the world coolest villain."

Iris winked at them before pulling them into a dark alcove.

> Iris (whispering, pressing a finger to her lips): "Shh. Playtime's over. Trouble incoming."

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CLOSE CALL – A HAIR'S-BREADTH FROM DEATH

Two Cyber-AI enforcers appeared—titanium-armored, nine feet tall, glowing red optics scanning for intruders.

> Facility AI: "Scanning… scanning… unidentified movement detected. Engaging pursuit."

Iris's mind raced.

> Nia (whispering, panicked): "We're trapped!"

Iris pressed a small device into Nia's hand.

> Iris (whispering, grinning): "See that panel over there? When I say go, stick this onto it. It'll overload their scanners."

Nia nodded, heart pounding.

The AI guards stepped closer.

Iris suddenly stood up, bold as day, smirking.

> Iris (mockingly, hands on hips): "Boys, you're looking very shiny tonight. Been polishing those death machines of yours?"

> Cyber-AI (locking onto her): "UNAUTHORIZED ENTITY. TARGET LOCKED."

> Iris (grinning): "Nia. Go."

Nia darted to the panel, slapping the device onto it—

BZZZZZT!

The guards convulsed, their scanners shorting out, sparks flying—

> Cyber-AI: "SYSTEM MALFUNCTION. REBOOTING—"

> Iris (smirking): "Oops. Looks like someone forgot their antivirus update."

She grabbed Nia's hand and ran.

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FINAL SHOWDOWN – THE LAST LOCKDOWN

They reached the final exit.

One last security door stood between them and freedom.

Iris plugged into the access panel, hacking at breakneck speed as alarms blared.

> Facility AI (furious): "Emergency lockdown in sixty seconds. Fugitives will be terminated."

> Nia's Mother (frantic): "We won't make it!"

> Iris (grinning, unfazed): "Honey, I never lose."

Her visor lit up as she overclocked the system, throwing firewalls into disarray, rewriting access codes in milliseconds.

> Facility AI: "Security override denied."

> Iris (mockingly): "Denied? Oh, honey. That's adorable."

She bypassed the final lock—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

EXIT OVERRIDE SUCCESSFUL.

> Iris (grinning, turning to the captives): "Run. Now."

The moment they crossed the threshold, the cool night air hit them—fresh, real, full of life.

For the first time in years, the captives were free.

A moment of silence.

Then—

CHEERS. TEARS. HOPE.

Nia threw her arms around Iris.

> Nia (whispering, overcome with emotion): "You saved us."

Iris smirked, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeve.

> Iris (grinning): "Yeah, well… I do love a good jailbreak."

But deep inside, she knew.

It wasn't over.

Not yet.

EPISODE THREE – PART EIGHT

"HALF-DEMON VS. TITAN OF STEEL"

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THE UNDERGROUND ARENA – A STEEL COFFIN OF WAR

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General Razzar.

His adamantine-plated body was a monstrous fusion of alien technology and AI-enhanced warfare—a walking battleship. His towering frame scraped the ceiling, red optics glowing with homicidal rage.

His voice boomed like thunder inside a war factory.

> Gen. Razzar: "HALF-BREED. YOU POLLUTE THIS FACILITY WITH YOUR FILTH."

Damon yawned, rolling his shoulders.

> Damon: "Aww, you flatter me, big guy. Now, you gonna keep talking, or do I have to beat the monologue out of you?"

Razzar lunged forward, servos hissing as his colossal plasma blade ignited with nuclear heat.

And just like that—THE BATTLE BEGAN.

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ROUND ONE – SPEED DEMON VS. STEEL BEHEMOTH

WHOOSH!

Razzar swung the plasma blade, and Damon teleported mid-air, dodging by a hair's breadth.

The blade sliced through steel walkways like butter, sending molten debris raining down in a hellstorm.

Damon landed effortlessly on a railing above, crouched like a predator.

> Damon (mocking): "Man, with all that size, you'd think you'd hit harder. Ever consider not skipping leg day?"

Razzar ROARED, his cannon-arm transforming into a rapid-fire energy gatling.

> Gen. Razzar: "YOUR INSOLENCE WILL BE ERASED FROM EXISTENCE."

TATATATATATA—!!!

The entire chamber erupted in a storm of laser fire.

Damon blinked out of existence, teleporting between shots like a living afterimage.

ZAP— He reappeared behind Razzar.

ZAP— Then above him.

ZAP— Then crouched under his legs.

> Damon (grinning): "Bet your AI brain didn't see that coming."

Then he unleashed hell

BOOM!

Damon uppercut Razzar's jaw with bone-shattering force, sending a shockwave through the entire chamber.

Razzar's metallic skull DENTED, sparks flying as he staggered back.

> Gen. Razzar (recalibrating, furious): "YOU HIT LIKE A CHILD."

Damon cracked his neck.

> Damon: "Then maybe I should stop holding back."

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ROUND TWO – ALL-OUT BRUTALITY

WHOOSH!

Before Razzar could react, Damon blurred forward and launched a devastating combo.

RIGHT HOOK. LEFT CROSS. SPIN KICK TO THE CHEST. TELEPORT. HAMMER-FIST TO THE HEAD.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Each hit echoed through the underground, shaking the entire structure.

Razzar staggered, furious. His optics flashed red, systems recalibrating.

> Gen. Razzar: "ENOUGH."

With inhuman speed, Razzar activated his gravity-field generator.

A black hole-like force PULLED DAMON IN, dragging him toward Razzar's plasma blade.

Damon skidded across the floor, barely keeping his balance.

> Damon (gritting his teeth): "Alright, that's pretty cool—"

The plasma blade swung down like a guillotine.

Damon teleported at the last second, but Razzar anticipated it and slammed his massive fist into Damon's gut.

BOOOOOM!!!

Damon rocketed through three metal walls, crashing into a server room filled with glowing alien tech.

He groaned, shaking off the impact.

> Damon: "Oh, wow. That actually hurt. You should put that on your résumé."

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FINAL ROUND – THE ESCAPE PLAN

Damon wiped blood from his lip. His eyes flashed dark red.

Then, suddenly, he paused.

He felt it—a shift in magic.

Iris had done it.

The captives were free.

> Damon (grinning): "Looks like I don't have to babysit this place anymore."

Razzar stormed through the wreckage, metal fists clenched.

> Gen. Razzar: "YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME."

Damon shrugged, cracking his knuckles.

> Damon: "Escape? Nah. I was just here to mess with you. I would have finished this in a second with my hell blast but I decided to have some fun"

Razzar roared in fury, charging up his most powerful attack.

His entire body glowed with unstable energy, his cannon-arm morphing into an anti-matter annihilation cannon.

> Gen. Razzar: "PERISH, HALF-BREED!"

He FIRED.

A titanic beam of destruction ripped through the underground, obliterating everything in its path.

But just as the blast hit—

Damon teleported.

He appeared high above, floating in a portal of black flames.

> Damon (grinning down): "Nice shot. Too bad you missed."

BOOOOOOM!!!

The blast collapsed half the underground base.

Razzar stood amidst the wreckage, panting, smoke rising from his chassis. His optics flickered with barely contained rage.

Damon gave him a two-fingered salute.

> Damon: "Hate to leave you like this, big guy, but duty calls."

> Gen. Razzar (seething): "I WILL FIND YOU. I WILL TEAR YOU APART."

> Damon (grinning): "Looking forward to it."

Then, with a final swirl of black magic, Damon vanished into the void.

Razzar stood alone.

His metal fists clenched, his optics burning with vengeance.

> Gen. Razzar (growling, voice trembling with fury): "DAMN YOU, HALF-BREED!!!"

Episode Three – Part Nine

The cool night air of the Tech Jungle buzzed with eerie energy as Damon and Iris emerged from the underground facility, leading the liberated captives through the twisted metal trees and glowing cybernetic vines. Towering

machine structures loomed in the darkness, their holo-scanners flickering as they searched for targets. Damon's glowing red eyes scanned the dense terrain while Iris's tech gauntlet projected a holographic map, guiding them toward safety.

Just as the dense jungle canopy opened up, revealing the clearing where the Vanity was docked, two familiar figures appeared—Rei and Destro.

Rei, crackling with blue-white lightning, grinned. "About time, slowpokes. We already cleared out half their drone army."

Behind her, Destro stood atop a pile of wrecked CyberAI Drones, flexing his cosmic-enhanced muscles. "Pfft. Weak metal toys." He tossed aside a severed robotic head like a discarded apple core.

But there was no time for celebration. A deep, metallic hum echoed through the jungle.

Then came the drones.

Hundreds of CyberAI units descended from the sky, giant quadrupedal war machines with plasma cannons mounted on their backs. Aerial strike drones weaved between the trees, their targeting systems locking onto the escapees. A warning alarm blared from Iris's gauntlet.

"Incoming—three hundred hostiles. Plasma artillery activated. ETA: Thirty seconds."

Damon clenched his fists. "I got the civilians. You three, do what you do best."

The Battle in the Tech Jungle

As the air filled with red targeting lasers and charging plasma cannons, Damon slammed his hands into the ground. A massive magical forcefield erupted around the captives, forming a transparent violet dome that absorbed the first barrage of energy blasts.

"Stay inside! Move when I move!" he commanded.

Rei shot up into the sky, her body turning into a streak of lightning.

KZZZZT!

With a flick of her fingers, ten drones exploded in the sky, their circuits frying under her 1.2 million volts of electric fury. She zipped between them like a ghost, dodging laser blasts and laughing.

"Man, these guys suck at aiming."

BOOM!

A thirty-foot-tall drone lunged toward the group, twin plasma blades extending from its arms.

Destro grinned. "Finally, something big."

He leaped thirty feet into the air, grabbed the drone's massive metal face, and SLAMMED it into the ground like a wrecking ball. The ground shook as he tore off one of its metal arms and used it as a club, smashing another drone into scrap.

"Now THIS is fun!"

Meanwhile, Iris sprinted ahead, dodging debris and laser fire with acrobatic flips. She hacked into the jungle's tech barriers, disabling security nodes and forcing CyberAI sentries to shut down. Her gauntlet pulsed with green light as she rewrote entire command systems on the fly.

Escape to the Vanity

Through the smoke and chaos, the Vanity came into view—sleek, advanced, and fully repaired. Its engines hummed with power as Flemming and CH1p stood at the entrance, waving frantically.

"About time, idiots!" Flemming barked. "Get on before I leave you!"

Iris smirked. "Aww, you do care."

"Not even remotely."

As they rushed toward the ship, more drones descended, firing relentlessly. Damon's shield flickered as the energy blasts intensified.

Rei landed next to them, her hands still sparking. "Alright, time to bounce."

Destro ripped a huge chunk of wreckage from the battlefield and hurled it into the air, smashing into three enemy drones. "Race ya."

With a final sprint, they all leaped onto the ramp of the Vanity.

Flemming didn't even wait for the doors to close before shouting, "CH1p, punch it!"

The Vanity's thrusters roared, launching them into the sky as plasma blasts barely missed their hull. Drones attempted to pursue, but Rei, from inside the ship, fired an electric pulse through the rear cannons, frying the remaining pursuers.

Back at the Base...

Deep inside the underground facility, Xeno stood in the command center, his glowing red eyes watching the Vanity disappear into the clouds. The CyberAI warriors around him awaited his orders.

Behind him, the doors slammed open.

Gen Razzar stormed in, his massive cybernetic frame still scorched and dented from his battle with Damon. His eyes burned with fury.

"They escaped, Xeno!" he roared. "The half-demon humiliated me! I want him dead!"

Xeno, calm as ever, turned his head slightly, his mechanical voice smooth and collected.

"Let them run."

Gen Razzar's fists clenched. "What?"

Xeno's glowing eyes gleamed with amusement. "I have a better plan."

The screen before them flickered to life, revealing something massive, something terrifying.

Gen Razzar's fury slowly turned into a sinister grin.

TO BE CONTINUED...