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Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,562 Views)
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The power was certainly out. The dark hallways of the hotel were lit only by battery backup lights every thirty feet or so. Around one corner, however, it was one turn for the worse. The battery backup lights were out. Scorch marks marred the hall walls. The rare light in a ceiling would flicker randomly and brightly like a dim lightning flash. The light would buzz with the random pulses and flicks that cast strange shadows in the hall.

Scrape marks marred the lower parts of the walls and doors, knocked over tables and chairs in the mini-lobbies. On a doorknob in the middle of the hallway on one side had blood smeared all over it.

The sound of running water could be traced back to a broken ice machine at the end of the hallway. Its lights also flashing and buzzing causing reflections off of the warm water on the soaked carpet. A grey statue of an amphibian humanoid clad in a bellhop uniform was frozen in a state of terror. Blood stained the stark red jacket with a crimson swell across both shoulders. The only equipment missing from this former person was a two-way radio.

From within the opened door, the one with the bloodstain that wasn't previously open, a crackling voice was heard:

"I think they're on their way. Power's out, they'll probably try to get in before the reserve power kicks on." There were sounds of heavy, metal-on-metal footfalls in the background as this individual spoke. "I'm headed to your position, Spider. Any suggestions?"

"Never mind my position," came a heavily accented Zebethian reply. It sounded impatient and upset, speaking hurriedly as though there was a potential danger. How true that danger was. "It would appear we have some sabotage. Get that one and separate it from the rest of the herd, then put it down before it can infect anything else." The Pirate spoke with a sense of urgency. Alissa had already gained control of a number of the building's systems. Were she to get the cameras and the security codes, that was bad news for all of them.

"Remember," the Zebethian reminded his charge, "the boss wants to talk with them, so try not to bring down the entire hotel."

"Sssspider...." A low hiss oozed from the room where the radio transmission was heard. The room was pitch black save for what little light was coming in from a blood-stained curtain blocking out the window. Next to the window was an end table where the radio sat standing up glued to it's surface with a strange brittle crystalline substance, almost mucus to beige color.

A low painful grunt and groan came from under the bed. A bright flash, a zapping sound, and the groaning stopped.

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A click could be heard on Delacroix's radio network. An eerie trill through static could be heard, and the owner's voice sounded far away and faded.

"You have more than lights to worry about, Spider," hissed the voice in Zebethian tongue. "Especially when the herd is not a herd, but a pack instead."
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For the moment, as the pair of them entered the room, Z'Gato held his tongue, though his body language expressed his usual agitation and annoyance. That was, however, until the man inside spoke up.

"I'm afraid I don't know who you are, but I know what you are" He had said, and Z'Gato could not help but let a low growl escape from his lips. He quelled the noise, but he still could not detect where Jenosa had been taken. That meant that he would be forced to cooperate and 'play nice' with these miscreants. Were it not for Z'Gato's warrior pride, he likely would have just shot them and be done with this whole thing, but he dared not dishonor himself with such rabble. Or risk Jenosa's life.

"My true name cannot be accurately pronounced in your Galactic Basic," Z'Gato said, a mixture of apathy and anger filling his voice. "However, my common name amongst your kind is 'Z'Gato,'" He explained, crossing his arms over his chest in order to present an imposing figure, though the Chozo Warrior wasn't sure if it would work on these two or not. They likely have had dealings with thugs much bigger than Z'Gato, if that could be imagined with Z'Gato almost seven feet tall. Regardless, he wanted to hear this man out and be done with it as quickly as possible. While in any other situation he would demand information as to where this man had gotten such technology, violently if needed, but considering Jenosa's life was likely in the balance, Z'Gato could not risk it. He often wondered why her life weighed so heavily on him, but his mind could not fathom an answer, which further angered him.

If the Chozo could quell this man's 'supply' of Chozo Tech as well as make sure Jenosa was freed, so much the better, but the warrior was quite pessimistic at this point. The man wanted to talk to them, which meant he wanted something. From this point, however, Z'Gato let Deadeye handle the talking, for now anyway. His focus was more on the woman in the room that was accompanying Delacroix, likely somekind of bodyguard.
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The man in the white suit watched as Deadeye powered the lamp with his wrist-mounted electrobeam. The weapon fascinated him, reminding him of another, much older weapon.

"You do realize you could've just come up the elevator?" said Delacroix. "Then again, you boys looked like you were having your fun, and I wasn't about to stop you.

"Now then, Mr. Vega will be just fine. It was never my intention to kill him, only to make him think I was gonna kill him. After all, his brother is a dear friend of mine, and that would certainly put a damper on our relationship, don't you think? But if I just rough him up a bit, Jimmy'll say that ol' Rex got exactly what he deserved. He won't learn his lesson though. Rex is a good kid, but he wasn't ever the brightest."

The woman in black lit a cigarette for him, and she went on pacing about the room, as she had been. Her eyes glowed a bright blue in the darkness. She wasn't armed, and though at first that might be considered a good sign, upon further reflection it probably wasn't.

"And as for your first question, why do I want that weapon so badly... well why do you think, Mr. Clark? Who wouldn't want the technology of the Ancients? To wield near godlike power that even to the most brilliant scientists of the most advance races seems like magic?

"There are plenty of people. And they want all kinds of things for all kinds of reasons. But few know the ancient secrets, and so they come to me. Why, take Angel Face here. Working with phazon is a delicate art, you see, with very little margin for error. Screw it up, and all you're gonna do is give the subject the nastiest, most malignant tumors you ever seen that'll eat 'em alive in a matter of weeks. And that's the best case scenario. Worst case, you end up with an unholy abomination that offends the very idea of humanity. But you do it just right..." Angel Face ran a hand along his shoulders as she paced by "... and you get perfection.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you're long past wondering when I'll get to the point, so here it is. We have ourselves a very simple situation here. You have something I want, I have something you want. Now I for one would prefer for this to go down with as little violence as possible. However, something tells me that you're less inclined to feel the same way, so let me make this abundantly clear:

"You fire one shot, you make a single move that could be interpreted as aggressive... and Jenosa Arma dies. And I guarantee she won't be coming back this time"

Angel Face came up and handed Delacroix a drink. He took a sip, as his gaze drifted away from the two hunters, as if suddenly lost in thought. "That poor girl. Jenosa, I mean. She gets a little less human every day, doesn't she?"

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"Alright, why is it so special that you guys want me alive? Because I strongly doubt it's not because I'm a woman."

"It is purely a practical matter," Spider replied. "I doubt your friends would be willing to exchange the weapon for your corpse. However... we already have your blood sample. If the deal doesn't go down, or if they break it, then we'd have no further need to keep you alive."

A voice came over the radio, speaking in the Zebesian language. It was loud enough for Jenosa to hear, but Spider doubted she could understand it.

"You see that?" the Pirate said. "Your pet metroid is only going to get you killed."
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"Remember," Spyder said over the comm, "the boss wants to talk with them, so try not to bring down the entire hotel." With that, the transmission ended.

"Damn Zebesians," Faulias thought to himself. "Always gotta have the last word--"

Before he could finish, an unfamiliar voice in an even more unfamiliar language came over the comm. It sounded ominous, threatening... and most of all, predatory. "Fuck me running, someone's gone and made me a liar..." he spoke to himself again. "Time to go, then."

Faulias took off with a running start, motion enhancers in his leg armor giving him an initial boost and just enough power to sustain his momentum. He would be down the hall to the staircase before someone nearby would have a chance to react toward the massive sound he made.

"Power's out, so someone would have had to cut it..." he said as he ran. ...and the power for this place was..."

He reached the edge of the stairwell, barely stopping himself. There was a gap between the sets of stairs, just enough for a man in a power suit to fit through. He grinned.

"...down."

He vaulted over the handrail and pushed himself downward, plummeting toward the bottom of the stairwell. Active thermal, sonar, and electrostatic scanners were active all the way down. About ten floors away from hitting the bottom, he engaged the thrusters on the back of his suit, serving to slow his momentum.

It was then he saw a ping on the scanners. Several floors up from the power room, and only for a moment. A few seconds later, he collided with the floor, landing on one knee, cracking the floor significantly on impact. The motion compensation motors in his suit whined at the stress, but returned to normal levels in a few moments.

"They move fast..." With that thought in mind, he raced back up the staircase, leaping up flights of stairs whenever his suit's energy levels allowed for the strain.

As he followed the blip's former position, he realized exactly what she was going for. External comm systems were disabled as of minutes ago, and it was highly likely they would need to reestablish communications. With that knowledge, he readied his rifle, shambling up the stairs as quickly as he could.
"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way.

Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants."


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A flash on the HUD and it was gone in an instant though Alissa was aware of the movement just the same. Alissa paused a moment glancing over her shoulder as her suit detected the vibrations in the building along with the thermal signature from thrusters. Some one lacking subtlety was coming up on her and fast. She stopped to do a quick scan before turning to start jogging down the hall towards her objective. The energy signature she got suggested a more traditional power armor. Her cloak she knew would do a good job of masking her presence. Her armor could match ambient temperatures for hours, and the EM cloak took advantage of the nature of the EM spectrum, all electromagnetic waves can be refracted around an object. Light, radar, infrared, and more passed around her as if she was not there with the cloak engaged.

She was reasonably sure that with the cloak in play she was very difficult to detect. And she found it unlikely that someone as lacking in stealth as the one perusing her would consider its use against them, just the same she felt the need to slow them down. She swung her riffle up into place on her back locking it in place before she pulled a small device from her belt she threw it against the wall near the floor, a mono-filament launched across completing the trap. She doubted very much that the explosive would destroy the one following her but it would make them cautious, which was slower.

She took off into a suit assisted sprint down the hall to the next turn, inhumanly fast on her own the suit made the trip almost too fast, she came skidding to a stop at the corner and paused looking to a potted plant and back down the hall. Good viability, with a bit of concealment. She pulled her riffle free and moved setting it up to rest hidden by the plant, a small tripod lifted the weapon which began scanning slowly as she set it to sentry mode. It would fire bursts of charged particles at anything larger than a small dog that came down that hall. The weapon was designed to shred shields and punch holes in armor though she doubted it would be too effective without her or a more advanced computer to guide it.

From there she took off at a sprint towards the security office where her suit told her the jamming devices was located, she needed to deactivate it. It occurred to her she could use the hotel's security system to search for Jenossa as well, she would leave that to the blackbird, she needed to find the others to provide backup, they may need it.

Once in the room Alissa move to the console and began working on shutting down the jammer.
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The corridor was eerily quiet. The thick darkness only cut by the random flickering of battery backup lights mounted at the tops of the walls every fifty feet. The silence was only disturbed by the buzzing of the lights, the slow rhythmic padding sound of footfalls made by talon-tipped toes, and the soft warning trills of a Metroid.

Around another corner, one of the men in a red bellhop uniform was crouched and wielding a sub-machine gun. He wiped the sweat off his brow before checking the chamber with a nerve-wracked hand. The metallic clank disturbed the silence over the sound of his panicked breath.

The elevator was out of service thanks to the power outage. The stairwell was quite a ways away. No one told him that there was a good chance of ever running into one of those things.

Whatever it was, he never got a good look at it. The five-foot-seven goon wasn't going to stick around for details. Survival was more important, especially after witnessing his partner get bit in the head by massive fangs. He remembered the croak made by his amphibian-like partner, then the death rattle as he turned ashen grey.

His orders were to not shoot first unless fired upon. But, this thing didn't even have a weapon! It looked like some sort of monster out of an old Japanese movie. Long claws, dark green skin, a wide maw lined with vicious teeth, and a glowing belly. Certainly something out of some science fiction horror movie.

The man shook his head trying to shake the nightmarish thoughts plaguing his racing mind. He wondered if this thing was some sort of pet or weapon that the bounty hunters brought with them to the Meeting. Whatever it was up to, he had to let the boss-man know....

Granted, he had to survive the run to the stairwell.

"Where is she," a multi-toned voice spoke. It spoke threateningly by the way it inflected the words. It seemed impossible by the image of that mouth he saw. "Where is she, human...."

Stricken with fear, the man stood up holding the Uzi with both hands. It rattled in his grip as he spun to and fro looking for the source of the voice. His own voice started to escape against his will. Whimpers.

"Oh, god!" he cried. He had no idea where the monster was, but that stairwell had to have been better than hiding around a corner. His feet carried him mindlessly in a full out sprint. His judgement was clouded by adrenaline. Thirty feet. Twenty feet. Ten feet. Floor.

It felt like he hit a solid steel rail with his torso. An alien arm stretched out from around another corner where this corridor teed off. The exit was just ahead, but this thing blocked the way at the last possible second yanking the world out from beneath him. The gun went scattering across the intersection floor and rested against the bottom of the exit door.

"Your god," the voice hissed, "can't help you." The goon got a good look at the creature now. The sensation of seeing a predator bearing down overwhelmed him. The shadow of the creature stretched over him caused by the flash of an emergency light above the exit door. A faint pulsing glow painted the man in a soft red-orange light.

"Where is she!" The hiss turned to a raspy growl. Electric zapping sounds started to cut the air as bright flashing caused the shadows to dance erratically and randomly. The man's jaw dropped in out of fear and awe before he started babbling senselessness.

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Dark and quiet. The ambient noises of the corridor were restored. The man rested unconscious against the exit door. His gun was in pieces skewed out next to him on the floor.

As he slowly walked through the upper corridors of the hotel, he thought dangerous thoughts while his dentures flexed and rolled the teeth in his mouth. Something made him take pause, however. The sound of metallic footfalls from above followed by the sounds of air being violently ripped apart. The latter flew past the exit door in a hurry as though someone dropped a boulder over the railing outside.

"New piece on field," he grumbled with a smile tugging at his alien lips. The creature knew that Alissa was down below somewhere in the hotel. He also wanted to get at Spider. His right hand clutching the radio gripped tighter. Omega-Alpha knew he had to get clever to satisfy his instincts, and help his ally below.

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"Oh dear Spider," came that begrudgingly familiar voice in the Zebethian tongue, "Since you don't want to talk, you may want to listen.

"How far the great Zebethian Pirates have fallen since Ridley's exile. I know you do not feel pity. But, I do. I can feel pity. I feel pity... for you. How far to have fallen to an addiction; an addiction to Phazon. An addiction fed by that human,
Delacroix.

"To have become a slave... to a human."
There was an almost demonically low chuckle at the very statement itself.

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The hand flexed one last time, and the radio was crushed effortlessly under the strain. The clawed hand opened again allowing the pieces of plastic, wire, and other electronic bits fall to the carpeted corridor floor.

"All yours, my friend," he hissed with a sneer which slowly curled into a wicked smile. "Happy killing."

Now satisfied and confident, the red slits under Omega-Alpha's eyes flared wide to pick up further life signs. His head turned back and watched a source down that the bottom of the stairwell he just heard something sail through. Then, turning, he strode for the opposite end of the corridor. The door opened for him before stepping through into the darkness.
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Travis immediately bolted out of his seat and pinned Delacroix to the wall, putting the bayou man in a chokehold.

"You son of a bitch! You try blowing me up, having me stabbed, mess with my ship and attempt to hurt my friends and now you threaten one of their lives...? To hell with the idea of a deal, we're long past the time for talk, Delacroix."

At least.... that's what he would have done in the scenario playing out inside his head.

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In reality, Travis quietly sat there, silent as a statue. One didn't really need words in this case however to sense the two furious eyes boring into Delacroix from behind the visor. Indeed, it didn't take an expert to sense the murderous tension in the room. Travis was long past the point of wanting to use reason or restraint. This man had tried having him killed twice, damaged his ship and threatened his friends. And to attempt to ensure that he wouldn't act, he had placed an ultimate collateral on the line; Jenosa Arma's life.

It frustrated Travis internally. He could end it right here, right now; all that was left to do was take out Delacroix's bodyguard somehow, subdue the man himself assuming he didn't go down fighting, and deal with the zebesian.

"Go on." Travis manage to spit out calmly, sitting still.

(Hurry, Alissa...) He thought to himself as he sat there, repeatedly looking over Delacroix and the woman for any sort of weaknesses or traits he could take advantage of.

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Constantine chuckled a bit.

"Let me just start by saying that I am far more of a skeptical man then Travis is; he isn't stupid, but he tends to give trust quite a bit.

"That said, I should explain just what a G.I. is. My very existence itself is something unique. I am a cybernetic being with no body of my own, and yet... I've a conscience. I have likes, dislikes, emotions even! And yet coupled with this is the brilliant mind gifted to me by my original programmers. I am a dichotomy of many things; I am in every word of my origins artificial, yet I am very much my own person. G.I.'s, or Gate Intelligence phenomena, are essentially AI that well.... to put it simply, have a soul. I am a ghost in the machine."

"That said, if you're not comfortable with that at all, I can't blame you. It's not everyday you meet beings such as myself capable of making decisions and judgements on my own."

{"Blackbird calling Arctic storm...I have lost contact with Ms Achillies...are you in contact with the rest of the team?"]

... that was a good point.

"Arctic Storm to Blackbird, that is a negative, attempting to establish comms now..."
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Z'Gato cocked his head to the side at Deadeye's short response. It was possible was just as angered by this situation as he was. Z'Gato's honor and pride were grinding against his own mind, trying to keep his warrior's wrath in reign while he listened to this Delacroix. It was difficult to say the least, the temptation of just powering up his suit's cannon to full and unloading into the enemies around them growing with each passing moment. However, Jenosa's life hung in the balance, and even though he was still suspicious of her and the events that had brought her back to life, he did not want her to die, oddly enough. It would be so incredibly easy to dispatch these enemies and keep the Chozo technology from other, less-worthy hands, yet Z'Gato did not act. It was a strange and unnerving feeling. Why did he care so much about that woman's life?

Angel Face was definitely an anomaly. Z'Gato resisted the urge to do anything more than mere passive scans, but the fact of her biology was infused with Phazon could definitely be merited, though his scans could not detect anything immediate. Still, when Delacroix mention Jenosa, Z'Gato's attention went back to the man in question. How he knew Jenosa or anything about her was beyond Z'gato, but the way Delacroix spoke about her enraged Z'Gato. Coming back this time? Less human? What was he babbling about...?

"What do you mean? About Jenosa?" Z'Gato asked, his voice filled with obviously restrained hatred.

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Faulias rounded the corner of the staircase, pulling himself into the hallway toward where he first saw the blip. It was long gone now, most likely on a different frequency of camouflage, but Faulias was almost entirely certain where they were headed. With their communications down, they were all vulnerable to the greatest degree possible, so it would only make sense for them to send someone after the device that kept the comm down.

Problem was, the device was still several floors away, and Faulias was already behind. He needed to hurry.

As he rounded another corner at the end of the hallway, though, a mounted turret caught him off guard, peppering him with bullets. While the gun was light in terms of damaging power, it still managed to drain his shields a significant amount before he threw it down the stairwell. Frustrated, he ignited the thrusters on the back of his suit again, aiming himself as best as possible toward the security office as he began to bound off again.

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Alissa was already halfway to cracking the device by the time Faulias arrived. The security office was closed, the door shut and locked, but that was trivial at best. He lowered a shoulder, plummeting through the door as he reached around and drew his rifle again, pointing it at his new target.

"You might want to step away there, kiddo," came the voice of Faulias Kayhorn, muffled through a speaker on his chestplate. The whir of his rifle charging itself could be heard in the silence of the room...

(OOC: This post is meh at best, but it needs to be done)
"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way.

Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants."


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(OOC: Sorry for the delay folks. now that I'm not so tied up at the moment, I should be able to post more often. Also, in case you're wondering Shin, I still do intend to get to you. It's just I'm taking priority on this part since it's been moving so fast. rest assured I have you in mind.)

"WHAT!?" Jenosa exclaimed, her eyes widening incredulously at the mention of her blood sample. Why...How?, she thought in disbelief, and yet despite the fact that it shouldn't be possible, she could think of no other reason for the actions taken. They knew; somehow, someway, they knew about what she was...what she had become. How much, she couldn't guess, but probably enough of the ugly bits that 'warranted' research and use on the Black Market. Any other reasons such as cloning to having simply chanced upon an exotic physiology via scanning were flimsy at best, given her circumstances.

And if them having an idea of who she was scary, scientist studying her sample sickened her to the core. Even if she wasn't a volatile, raving Mrs. Hyde that could probaly spread a deadly plague, it just didn't sit right with her at all. Who knew what transformation that simple blood sample would cause.

If getting paid and getting out of this hostage situation weren't incentive enough to hunt down Delacroix, she definiately had one now.

Abruptly, she heard a familiar, trilling voice coming from Spider'sd comm; it took her a moment to recognize it as Omega since he was speaking in some weird language that the Zebesian seemed to understand, but when she did, it brought some relief to her. Not because they were actually attempting to rescue - quite frankly she wanted to get out of this situation her self - but because she could get their help in tracking down her sample. Assuming it wasn't already lost in some black market ware house.

She scoffed indifferently at the threat, "Oooooh, I'm scared. He's not my pet, and I sure as heck didn't trained him, moron." Then she added with a sarcastis smirk, "Then again, he's surprisingly intelligent. I think he's going to singing your eulogy soon."

As she spoke, she once again subtely wiggled her bound arms, and not to her surprise, they were still bound tight. She was shit out of luck, and she honestly coudln't find a plan to get free, see any physical means in overpower Spider. Knowing Travis, he had probably already organized a rescue plan rather than give in and turn over the Mr. Freeze gun in exchange for her. Even so, while she trusted Travis, she didn't sit well with the entire ragtag group that had formed all considering that almost non of them had any team experiance with one another.

The shit was definitely going to hit the fan; the question was, when? Soon was probably the best answer, given Omega's presence, and that gave her all the more incentive to get free. And as her anxiety climbed, so did the deep, pounding sensation that emanated from her chest and all over body.

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Alana nodded amiably, "No, that's fine. Talking to a...G.I., as you call it, for the first time is a bit awkward, but so far you've acted friendly enough. You certainly don't seem like any HAL. But, that said, I still find it really hard to believe that a programer was somehow able to bestow such life-like characteristics to such an artificially created entity. Fascinating, but beffudling. I'm not a programmer my self, but I had a friend who was an expert, and he told me that it's genuinily impossibly to make a human-like program simply by code. "

"Now, he did mention if you used the human mind as a template, that it might be possible. Whoever did make you must have had some phenomenal method. I assume you'd know who your programmer was and how they actually built your mind."

As she questioned Constantine, she sheilded her eyes momentarily from the sudden glare of a Predator search light. They were large, remotely manned, four armed ariel traffic mechanoids used in cities like this to help police the air way. Like the others that had passed before during the night, this one was merely doing it's routine patrol for any unlawful activity.
Edited by CEMP, Jun 24 2011, 02:39 PM.
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