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12-15-2009, 06:18 PM | #101 |
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You just do what you do Troy. You're a man on a mission. Every Story just adds to the whole big picture.
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12-15-2009, 08:12 PM | #102 |
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That Others May Live Pt 1
Wild Bill watched the night sky as he kept the blacked out helicopter motionless over the small clearing, the wheels of the craft barely over the nearby trees. Or as motionless as possible with the wind. Next to him Lift Ticket was looking over his shoulder, watching the preparations. Bombstrike manned the right gunners station scanning the sky, night vision googles on. On the other side Skyhigh watched his portion of the sky. “Clear,” Bombstrike said. “Clear,” Skyhigh said. “Clear,” Wild Bill said. “Op is go.” “Mark,” Lift Ticket said quietly. “Minute to drop.” He received five sets of thumbs up. Inside the hold of the helicopter five men assisted eachother with the fast rope harnesses. Hit & Run walked to the edge and hooked the line to the arm and swung it out over the empty space below. Pulling on the rope to make sure it was tight he dropped the free end to the ground. Turning towards the hold he gave the thumbs up and pointed at Muskrat. Nodding, Muskrat grabbed the robe, hooked his leg around the robe, clipped his harness to it and jumped out. Hit & Run watched Muskrat hit the ground. On the ground Muskrat quickly unslung his assault rifle from his shoulder and started scanning the surrounding area. Nothing was visible thru his night vision specs. He flashed Hit & Run the thumbs up. In the air Hit & Run pointed at Manly who nodded and quickly joined Muskrat on the ground. Landing he stumbled as the weight of the portable stretcher over balanced him. He moved away from the rope, watching the surrounding trees. Lifeline nodded to the crew and made his way down the rope. Hit & Run looked over the edge and saw that the way was clear. He clipped to the robe and put his leg around the rope. Airborne quickly followed him down. “Bring our boys home,” Wild Bill called from the cockpit. Hit & Run gave the thumbs up and jumped out of the helicopter rappelling down. **** Muskrat took point making his way slowly thru the forest. The night was cold, winter was fast approaching and in the northern forests of Wolkekuckuckland the temperature dropped quickly at night. He crept silently, slowly making his way, the others behind him. It was a blind operation, no intelligence on enemy units or even if there were friendlys in the area. All they knew was that Breaker , Foghorn and Clutch mission in the forests of Wolkekuckuckland had gone wrong and they hadn’t been heard in twenty hours. It hadn’t taken Hawk long to authorize the rescue mission. They didn’t know if the other Joes were alive, wounded, capture or dead. But either way they were coming home. No Joe was ever left behind. Muskrat looked over his shoulder, next in line was Manly and Lifeline, two of the Units PJs. The Pararescuemen, this is what they did, dropped into hazardous areas and brought their men home. He couldn’t see Airborne pulling drag further behind. Hit & Run was off to the sides, moving back and forth covering the flanks. Perfect noise discipline was maintained. No trail was left. Turning his attention front once more Muskrat looked for the next place to take a step. They had miles to cover before day break. They had coordinates of the last transmission that Breaker had sent. They had rappelled down as close as they could. The area was heavily wooded and heavily patrolled and even a blacked out helicopter still made noise and still was noticeable. They had to proceed quietly and cautiously, but Muskrat also knew they were on a time limit. Without knowing the situation, they had to get to the coordinates as quickly as possible. But it wouldn’t do Breaker or Clutch any good if the rescue unit didn’t do their jobs. Half a mile later Muskrat called a stop, holding his hand up. Glancing behind he saw Manly and Lifeline stop and Airborne come up behind them. Behind Airborne was Hit & Run who walked up to Muskrat. Lifeline and Manly gathered close, Airborne keeping an eye on the surrounding woods. “What’s it look like,” Muskrat said quietly taking the map out of his chest pocket and shining a small LED light on it. “All clear so far,” Hit & Run said. “No one out here except us and the bears.” “Right, we have about 8 miles to the coordinates,” Muskrat said pointing to where they were now and where they had to go. “Looks pretty easy going until we hit those hills in 4 miles. Think we can make it by daybreak?” Hit & Run glanced at his watch. “Not at this pace,” he said. “You’re the boss,” Muskrat said to him. “Stealth and quiet or speed and noise?” “Speed and quiet,” Hit & Run replied standing up. “Right,” Muskrat said, putting the map away, and set off again at a quicker pace. ******** Airborne was pulling drag. He let the others get about 20 feet in front of him and then set out eyes watching all around him. He saw Hit & Run head off to the east, the right, away from the group and figured he’d turn north and run ahead to scout. Eight miles thru forests to their goal. Not that bad, but they wouldn’t make it by daybreak, which meant scouting out the coordinates in the daylight. Not fun. He let his inner thoughts wander. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t paying attention, he was, just as much as before. But he had the ability, or knack, to focus on the task at hand and still let his thoughts wander. He joked with his teammates, calling it his Navajo “far-seeing look”. He thought to the briefing they had received by laptop as the helicopter had lifted off from the PIT. It had been a relatively uneventful day. He had been in the library looking for the new Dan Brown novel, one of the others must have checked it out, was on his way to check the computer, when General Flagg’s voice came over the PIT intercom. “Attention all personal, we have a Lost Sheep, repeat Lost Sheep. Airborne, Hit & Run, Muskrat, Manly and Lifeline gear up and report to Launch Pad Delta immediately. Wild Bill, Lift Ticket, Bombstrike and Skyhigh prepare Blackbird prep immediately. We have a Lost Sheep.” The entire PIT went quiet. That was the worst emergency that could occur. Anyone of them would have wished for a PIT Attack announcement, which meant the PIT was going to be under immediate attack, then a Lost Sheep. Lost Sheep meant that Joes in the field had gone missing. Airborne took off as fast as he could running for Mission Prep. He could see some others heading there as well. Joes saw him running that direction and they all got out of his way, no one got in the way of a Lost Sheep prep. “Go get ‘em” he heard repeatedly. No one knew who it was, there were five missions out at that time, about 20 Joes, but it didn’t matter. Mission Prep was a medium sized building near the helicopter launch pads. He could see flight crews around one of the Blackbirds, modified Blackhawks fitted for night ops and silent running. He ran into the building, Manly right behind him, and headed into the large locker room like area. Already techs and support staff were gathering and putting out all the equipment the team would need. Two Pararescuemen wasn’t a good sign, Airborne thought watching Manly join Lifeline over at the Rescue Prep station and the two debating what they’d need to bring. Airborne nodded to Hit & Run as the door slammed open and Muskrat arrived. Silenty and quickly the three of them gathered the gear they’d need, already knowing which role each would serve on a rescue operation. Within thirty minutes of the emergency broadcast, the crew and mission team were on the Blackbird and heading towards the east coast. Bombstrike handed Hit & Run a laptop and he switched it on and started the video conference with Generals Flagg and Hawk. “Eight hours ago we lost contact with the team in Wolkekuckuckland,” Flagg said without preamble. “Check in was every 4 hours. At the second missed check in, Lost Sheep was initiated.” “Mission was an escort. Defector from Darklonia to the north. Team was to escort from a town 20 miles inside Darklonia to Wolkekuckuckland and friendly extraction,” Hawk took over. “Map and route are on the laptop as well as pertinent files on the defector, one Dr. Hans Goested.” Airborne had questions, they all did, but it didn’t matter. Questions about the original mission didn’t matter, all that mattered was the necessary information to bring the lost sheep home. “Last received check-in was at 09:23 local time, just inside the Wolkekuckuckland border,” Hawk continued. Satellite surveillance of the area is minimal, heavily wooded. The latest sat images on on the laptop, use it to find insertion point cloest and safest to the last known coordinates. High Speed Transport awaits at the east coast airfield. The Blackbird will be loaded up there and then unloaded at the Oktober Base in Europe. We would have let the Oktober personal handle rescue but they are all on operations. Mission team consisted of Breaker, Clutch and Foghorn. Bring our boys home.” “Good luck,” Flagg said and the video conference clicked off. Hit & Run rotated the laptop screen around so all could see and started hitting the touch pad to bring up the relevant data. It would be a relatively quick flight to the mission zone, and they had a lot of work to do before then. Airborne just hoped they’d be there in time.
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12-15-2009, 09:08 PM | #103 |
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Bananas and Bullets pt 2
Tomax stretched as he stood and got up from the bed. Behind him the woman moved, stretching sinuously. “Tomax darling,” she said in lightly accented English. “Come back to bed.” “Business first my dear,” he said standing in front of the mirrored closet doors and admiring himself. A long hot shower and a long tryst with the Russian model in bed, nothing beats that combination after a day spent in the jungles, he thought to himself opening the closet and pulling out a freshly pressed suit. No tie right now, he thought, casual meeting. He dressed quickly, but not a stitch out of place, and bent down and kissed the woman on the forehead. “I will not be long.” He walked out of the cabin and into the main living area of the large private plane. His bodyguards occupied various seats in the spacious cabin, they were watching some movie on the large tv set against the front wall, towards where he was walking. For the most part he ignored them, they were tools and not friends. He walked into the hallway to the side of the tv. The tv was against the wall that made up the plane’s large conference room. He keyed in the code and entered the sound proof room, closing and locking the door behind him. Only the Chief of the bodyguards knew the code to get in, and the man was not stupid enough to use it unless it was an emergency. Tomax ran his fingers over the leather of the chairs arrayed around the large mahogany conference table. Dark in color, the table was finely crafted. As were the matching leather chairs. The room was done in dark maple paneling, with view windows to the outside. A bar sat against one wall and a large screen on the other. Tomax took the chair at the head of the table, across from the screen. The room was empty. Glancing at his watch he saw it hit 1 pm Corsican time. Punctual and exact as always, he congratulated himself and hit a button on the keypad built into the table. Immediately the screen came to life. “Tomax,” the voice said. The screen was dark, or the room it showed was. A man’s silhouette could be seen, but features could not be made out. The man’s voice wasn’t deep, but there was power to it, power and underneath that a certain friendliness. It belonged to one of the most charismatic and powerful people Tomax had ever met. And it took powerful people to be able to command the Paoli Twins of Extensive Enterprises. “Commander,” Tomax said nodding his head to the screen. This was one of the few people that received Tomax’s true respect and admiration. “I trust you received my report and that it met satisfaction?” “As always,” the man known as the Commander replied. No matter how many times he received it, praise from this man made Tomax feel like he was a child and receiving praise from a parent. Normally it would have bothered him, but nothing this man did bothered him. “So Swinson will do what we require?” “He will not realize he is, but yes, he will do it.” “Good. Did you leave an agent in place?” “Two” Tomax said hitting a couple of buttons on the keypad. “I inserted Crimson Guardsman A-33 as a low level guard and Guardswoman B-56 as Swinson’s new secretary. His old one met an unfortunate demise three weeks ago.” “Three weeks ago,” The Commander asked. “Wasn’t that just prior to you initiating first contact with the North American Banana Monopoly?” “Yes Commander,” Tomax said proudly. “My brother and I had been researching new companies to look into and had noticed the NABM.” Tomax paused, there would be no use hiding it, the Commander would sniff out what Tomax hadn’t said. “I wish we could take complete credit for it, but it was more a stroke of luck. One of those fortunate coincidences.” “I was wondering why you did not have someone more highly placed,” The Commander said, just the right note of disappointment in his voice. “That is unlike you or your brother.” “I apologize,” Tomax said bowing his head. “We should have anticipated how quickly the NABM would rise to prominence in the area a long time ago. If we had we would have had an agent in place and this entire process would have been avoidable.” “True,” The Commander said letting the silence linger. This was a man not used to, and not tolerant of, failure. “But you and your brother are not psychics. For all the ones that you have gotten right, one or two that fell through the cracks is not bad.” Tomax looked at the screen. He knew he wouldn’t like what was coming. That the Commander had seemed to let him off so easily did not bode well. “But since the expense of the operation has gone up, I believe a more hands on approach will be required,” The Commander said leaning forward more, his face still in shadows. This was the one thing about the Commander that Tomax did not understand, the man’s almost paranoid aversion to having his face shown in any way that could be recorded. Tomax knew what the man looked like, there was nothing to hide from the Twins. “I’d like you to return to Sierra Gordo and manage the operation from the field. “As you wish,” Tomax said doing his best to hide his irritation. He knew he had failed. He could almost detect the smirk on the Commanders face. “Captain Boomslang and his squadron will arrive the day after tomorrow,” the Commander said. “He will understand that you are in charge.” “Understood Commander,” Tomax said. Which meant that if there were any screw-ups on the operation, Tomax would be the one to blame. “Keep me updated,” the Commander said and signed off. Tomax sighed and turned the screen off on his end. He tapped his fingers against the table. Trapped in the jungles of Sierra Gordo for a month or more, that was not his idea of a vacation. It was not a way he would want to spend any time. But now it couldn’t be helped. And to top it off, he would have to deal with Boomslang. At least Colonel Major Bludd was halfway sophisticated, Boomslang was a Neanderthal in clothing. Cursing to himself he keyed in the intercom for the pilot. “Yes sir?” “Turn us around Captain,” Tomax said, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice. “Return to Sierra Gordo.” “Yes sir,” the pilot said. No questions. He could tell from Tomax’s voice that now was not the time. “Anything else sir?” “Yes, have a car waiting for us and book the finest room at the Sierran Palace Hotel for a month.” “Yes sir,” the pilot began. “Uhm.. what if the room is booked sir?” “Then tell the hotel who it is for and have them unbook it,” Tomax said and keyed off the intercom thinking about what he would have to accomplish before touching down in Sierra Gordo. He would have to contact Xamot and rearranged the schedules, call his assistant and have her handle the day to day aspects of his end of Extensive Enterprises. Tapping his fingers on the table he sighed irritably.
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12-15-2009, 11:01 PM | #104 |
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The Viper pt 1
“I surrender,” the voice yelled out, barely heard with the shooting that was still going on. Duke raised his hand and motioned to the team around him. The firing stopped. Silence. “I surrender.” Duke looked to his left at Repeater, who shrugged. He stood up, weapon at the ready, men getting up on either side of him. Quickly they advanced across the open space of the warehouse, kicking weapons away from the dead Vipers on the ground. Duke was in the middle, Repeater just behind and to the left with the SAW, Dart on the right. The rest of the squad was spreading out in the warehouse, clearing all the rooms. Duke approached the stack of crates where the last opposition had been, squinting his eyes as beams of light from Dart’s rifle mounted flashlight hit one of the Viper’s helmets. “I surrender,” the voice said from a stack of crates to the right. Duke signaled Dart to go around the backside. “Throw out any weapons you have,” Duke ordered weapon raised and trained on the dark shadowed spot behind the crate. Repeater moved back and got into covering position. An assault rifle was thrown out, barrel pointed away from the Joes. A pistol, too dark to get the make, followed hitting and sliding across the floor towards Repeater who stopped it with his foot. An arm moved out of the shadows holding a bandolier with a couple of grenades on it. The arm remained motionless, holding the bandolier steady. The arm wore the red glove and wrist protection of a Viper. Duke signaled Dart to hold steady. None of them moved. If one of those pins was pulled… “I didn’t pull a pin,” the voice said. Duke let a minute pass before he signaled the Joes to move. “Step out slowly,” he ordered. Slowly the man side stepped his way out from behind the crates, bandolier of grenades held in his right hand, left raised. He still wore his helmet, Duke could see himself slightly reflected in it. When the man was clear of the crates Dart rushed up behind him and took the bandolier from his arms. The man remained standing with both arms raised. Dart checked all the grenades, made sure they were safe and gave Duke the a-okay signal. “Take the helmet off and then hold it outstretched in your right hand,” Duke ordered never moving his gun from where it pointed at the Viper’s chest. “Slowly.” The Viper reached up with both hands and hit some catches along the sides of the helmet. Duke watched as the face plate and chin guard flipped up on hinges revealed the man’s face. He was older then Duke, looked rough, had short buzz cut brown hair. He didn’t look friendly. He looked resigned, beaten. The Viper slid the helmet off his head and held it to the right. Dart reached out and grabbed it, looking the helmet over. “I surrender,” the Viper said. “I want to defect.” ******** Gen. Colton walked into the Command Center, all those present stood at attention. “Aten Shun,” the Guard by the door yelled. “At ease,” Colton said walking across the bridge. Before him was spread the Command Center, a large half circle sized room, the rounded walls covered in monitors and screens of all sizes and shapes, dominated by three huge ones in the middle and on the sides. The bridge was elevated above the floor, conference rooms and command center staff offices on both levels, off the bridge and off the main floor. The bridge extended out over the computer stations in the middle of the floor, giving the CC Officer On Duty the ability to watch all the monitors and talk to all the stations without having to move. Off the main level were the map room and larger briefing rooms. Stairs went from the bridge extension to the main floor. Command Staff occupied all the stations and aides ran back and forth. All the monitors had activity on them. Gen. Hawk and Scoop stood at the end of the extension, waiting for Colton to join them. Scoop was holding a keypad, which Colton knew would allow him to override any of the stations and control the screens if he desired. Scoop was the On Duty CC Officer of that shift. Colton joined them and returned the quick salutes. “Gentlemen,” Colton said. “What’s the situation?” “Sir,” Hawk said motioning to Scoop who keyed in some commands on the pad. “Duke and his unit have run into a unique situation. A Viper wants to defect.” “What?,” Colton asked. On the central large monitor, a satellite image of a warehouse in the middle of a jungle appeared. Smoke could be seen rising from the front of the building, where it appeared the doors had been blown off. The image was replaced by a grainy shot of a man in Viper armor without the helmet, it must have been taken by one of the Joes shoulder cams. “Operation 10967,” Hawk said indicating the monitor. “Duke’s unit was to secure and capture this suspected Cobra warehouse in Kenya. At 23:25 hrs they did so and Duke called in to say they had captured a prisoner. This prisoner, a Viper, is saying that he wants to defect.” “Scoop, get Clancy and Chuckles. Have them met us in one of the briefing rooms,” Colton said. “What do you think Hawk? Believable?” “Too early to tell sir,” Hawk said. “Duke has him bound and tied as they’re making their way to extraction. He just needs to know where to bring him.” “They were inserted by the Jane correct?” “Yes sir, 10 miles from the warehouse. They took a couple of AWEs in.” “Have Duke hold the prisoner on the Jane,” Colton said heading towards a briefing room. “Get ahold of the Jane and have them take position 20 miles from the coast as soon as Duke is secure. Maintain that position until they hear from us.” “Yes sir,” Hawk said turning to an aide to relay the commands. “Scoop, transfer all relevant data and imagery to the briefing room.” “Yes sir.” Colton walked into one of the briefing rooms and turned on the large monitor mounted to the wall. Images of the warehouse and the Viper flashed across the monitor as Scoop transferred the data. Colton sat in one of the chairs and pulled the wireless keypad closer. He cycled thru the various images, there weren’t many, until he got a decent shot of the Viper. Agent Clancy walked into the room, with Chuckles behind him. Clancy wore his customary leather jacket, shots of gray starting to come into his jet black hair. Chuckles wore his customary loud Hawaiian shirt. Colton noticed that it was a gray one this time. “Gentlemen,” Colton said as they took their seats. Hawk walked into the room and closed the door. “I think we may have an opportunity.” ******** The Viper sat alone in a small room. The only thing there was a desk and a couple of chairs. A hastily installed camera was mounted over the door pointing at him. Other then the room he had been in for the last 3 days, or was it 4, this was the only other place he had been aboard the ship. He knew it was a ship because of the way the deck moved beneath him. They had blindfolded him, bound him, and put him onto a jeep. He had lost track of time from the warehouse to when the jeep drove onto the ship. From there, still blindfolded, they had put him into a small room. The room had been a storeroom that had been quickly emptied out and a cot put into it. Surprisingly the soldier, the one he had heard called Duke, had apologized for the room saying it was the best they could do on short notice. It wasn’t that different from the room he had been put in when he had first joined Cobra he had thought at the time. Now comes the interrogation, he knew, when they had brought him to this new one. This was the same as the first, a storeroom quickly stripped bare for it’s new purpose. They had bound his hands, but didn’t bind him to the chair. They were letting him have some movement. It didn’t mean they trusted him, it meant that they knew the people coming could handle him. He didn’t have long to wait as the door opened and two people, a man and a woman, walked in. The woman was short and petite, but had an athletic build and carried herself like a professional. She had short dark hair and looked of Asian descent. She wore an olive t-shirt and pants in a camouflage pattern he recognized. He had seen it on the soldiers that had raided the warehouse. The man was blond and had on one of the loudest Hawaiian shirts he had ever seen. It was blue with pink flowers. Appearances can be deceiving, he knew, and the appearances of these two did just that. These were two people he knew he didn’t want to mess with. “We hear you want to defect,” the man said without introduction. He turned the other chair around and sat on it with his arms across the back. The woman just leaned up against the wall. “So we’ll start with the basics first.” “What’s your name?,” The woman asked, not much of an accent was present. Raised in the states, the Viper figured. “Felix Stratton.”
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12-15-2009, 11:33 PM | #105 |
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You've been busy, Troynos! Great stuff. I like how you're using Lifeline and Manly, plus Hit & Run, another of my faves. The Mercer story has a lot of potential. Can't wait to see what's next.
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12-16-2009, 12:29 AM | #106 |
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nice so far troy, thanks again for dropping the "psychic bond" from the twins I like where it's going and showing some of the Commander's slight paranoia
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12-16-2009, 12:33 AM | #107 |
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I need to remember to run spell check before posting. Lots of mistakes in puncuation and spelling in the B and B pt 2
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12-16-2009, 01:10 AM | #108 |
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still a great feat though putting out three chapters in one day
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12-16-2009, 01:50 AM | #109 |
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Awesome story line. I can't wait for the next installment.
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12-16-2009, 03:01 AM | #110 |
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Wow 4 in one shot! Holy crap that's a lot of work. And every story gets better than the next. At this point you are introducing a new character every story and its awesome. Your choice of characters is great too.
The Mercer story is may favorite of the day. Can't wait to see how that goes. It's great because it was never told before. Then the fact he gets a new name later as a Sgt Major always seemed odd. I like to pretend he was still holding a cover as Felix Stratton when he was a Renegade and then later revealed he was actually a bigger badass than even Duke as Richard Cecil. But still does this mean Sgt Slaughter and the Renegades? The Other may live stuff is wonderful too. Perfect title. Love the team choice, as in all the stories. Reading through and seeing who you have on the team is part of the fun. NIce to see you added Manly. Who is Skyhigh? Just another door Gunner or is it Starduster? Can't wait to see Xamot. I love how you ave the twins as total badasses as well. Why does Capt Boomslang sound familiar. I remember talkiing about him in the filecard thread but can't remember if he's a rename or a new character. I always see the Twins as the Commanders most loyal advisors, followed by the Interrogator, Wild Weasel, Storm Shadow, Copperhead, Blackout, Guillotine and Cesspool. That reminds me you haven't done a SEAL team mission yet. Can't wait to see that one. And when do the Joes show up in Sierra Gordo? That will be awesome I'm sure. Keep em coming Troy! |
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