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And in case the previous two of these have sort of, you know, numb due, this time we're serious. Thank you for listening. You've proven yourself thoroughly, Christian. Brave, resilient, and above all loyal.
I'm sure that you'll make a valued addition to the Empire. Valued? A weakling like him? Hardly.
Now now, Wolf. That server doesn't necessarily need powers to be an asset. I'm sure that we'll get plenty of use out of this boy. Thank you, Mr.
Kaiser, sir. It'll be an honor to serve the cause. Ah, yes, the cause. To ensure a stable future for our race.
Cleanse the world of impurities and put down all who would threaten our supremacy. That's the one. Indeed. And what better way to further that mission than to ensure the stability and security of your own community?
For your first assignment as an age of the Empire, I'd like you to do just that. To go out into the own neighborhood, eliminate a threat however you see fit. No need to tell me or any other member of Empire E8 when it has happened. If you succeed, I'm sure the papers will alert me in time.
Yes, sir. Long live the Empire. Long live the Kaiser. Now be out of my sight.
I have more important matters to attend to. Hey, after there are a few things that you need to know, you probably can't hear me. Much less people to understand, but maybe I don't think I'm going to go back for you in a while in case things go wrong tonight. I may not come back at all.
Nonetheless, I think it's important that you hear this. What you need to know is that Mommy has done some terrible things to where she is. To get where she is today. She has worked with bad people, supported these bad people, the things that they were trying to do.
In a sense, I've been hurt. Children like you have been hurt. Many of them are dead because what Mommy and these bad people did to them. I'm not going to pretend what they did make sense.
I'm not going to justify it to you because even after all this time I still can't justify it to myself. Mommy is still a dangerous woman, a wanted woman who has done many, many terrible things, and I just wanted you to understand that. I've worked hard to try and escape that to make sure that these bad people don't find you and force you to work with them like they did with Mommy. But as bad as these people are, they were worse out there, monstrous, dangerous people that I'm willing to do absolutely anything to protect you from.
Those people are the reason Mommy was willing to help the bad people again. I hope that one day, when you're older, you can live without problems like these. Mommy's doing everything she can to make this world a better one for you, to make sure that the bad people are the dangerous people and anyone else who would try to hurt you is no longer there. It's hard, impossible at times, but it's all for you.
That's why I keep doing it, night after night. For you, Esther. All I ask in return is that you never wind up like me. Kate, is everything okay?
What? Oh, Theo, I'm sorry, I've been so preoccupied, I haven't fed you. It's okay. Look, I'm going out.
In costume? Yeah. I tried to read the expression on the boy's face, but Theo was a stone wall. He'd have to be really with what he'd grown up with.
I'm leaving you $30 here on the kitchen table. If you want to use it, order out, feel free. Otherwise, write my cover, it's my fridge. Use the money to go down to the convenience store in the lobby, okay?
If you decide to rent the movie, leave it here for me to take it back. I might want to watch it. Okay. When will you be back?
Wait. Would you mind it? If you spent the night, you'd just have to check in on Esther every few hours, keep on your route in case you cries. I pay you for the full night's babysitting.
The times when the athletic limber of emotion show where few and far between. A smile, genuine, touched Theo's face. Her work broke my heart in the process. I've loved you.
And it's settled. Sorry I was distracted tonight. It's fun. I felt the flicker of hatred for the man who had eroded every ounce of personality and assertiveness from his son.
I would give my right hand for a smart-ass remark, rolled eyes, or just to be ignored. At least I was giving Theo an extra spite from the man. It wasn't enough, of course, but there was so little I could do. Wish me luck.
Good luck. I took the stairs up to the roof, taking a deep breath. I stepped off. All that would take was one second of doubt, one mistake, one momentary hesitation and I would hit the ground.
It was fitting that I thought of Esther. I always did these days and every time I jumped. It had become a ritual as though I couldn't set out to clean up the city if I didn't remind myself why I was doing it. The entire sky lit up in a brilliant blinding flash of light.
By the time the spots cleared from the eyes of the people in the street, I was already gone. I didn't need a mask because the corona around me stopped people from looking. My usual routine was to patrol for an hour or two, get a sense of things and then take action whenever I thought it was most appropriate. Tonight though, I hadn't even begun and I was already frustrated.
A year ago I'd made the Asian Bad Boys a priority target. Three to five times a week I'd rushed out in this way trying to shut down their operations wherever I could. This week had been a long series of failures. When I'd read on the news that long had been apprehended, I'd taken my vacation days and called Theo about babysitting.
It had been the best chance I'd get to clean up the ABB once and for all. Get that scum out of my city while they were leaderless. Five of my seven vacation days had passed and I'd accomplished nothing. Less than nothing.
And they were getting stronger. This wasn't working. If I was gonna make headway before my vacation days were done, I'd attack now. Make a deal with the devil.
Black Crown against the red and yellow background signified the base of his operations. He was here, still, in his office. Not unusual. He'd worked like during every night of our marriage.
He glared at me from inside. The faintest expression of amusement on his face. He was waiting for me to ask to come inside. It was a sort of little power game he was so fond of.
Keaton, it's been a little while. Max, thank you for the light. You're fine, I take it. I'm fine.
And our daughter. Aster as well. Theo's babysitting her tonight. I know, he called me earlier to ask if he could spend the night.
He'll do him good to spend time with you and ask there some female influences in his life. So what can I do for you? The ABB is like a leadership. Or at least, like an experienced leadership.
I want to take them down before they regroup. And I want to reunite our old team to do it. And you're admitting you can't do it without my help? Yes.
Not interested. I've talked to the others, but nobody that's worked for you is willing to be the first to join me. I don't say they're worried they'll offend you. Others are just spooked, but they've already given up.
They asked me why a group of your rejects would do any better than they'd manage as a part of your team. I'm not getting anywhere. Time is running out. Although it would take one word for you and I'd have a team of four or five people.
With that, I could root out and squash the ABB. I don't see it being worth the effort. What's in it for me? The ABB would be gone for starters.
So we've gone eventually. I'm patient. What else? I don't have anything else to offer you, Max.
Unless... No. Not a chance on hell that you're getting Asterback. Okay, then.
Why would I ever want to do that? Aster seems to be in very competent hands. I don't agree with the way you do things. I don't want to be associated with you.
Kaden, you're already associated with me. People say our names in the same breath. Even though they have to work together in two years. When my name appears in the newspapers, yours is never far behind.
I'm working to change that. You'll be working for decades. No effect. I guarantee you.
Regardless of our different methods. We've always shared the same goal to clean up this filthy world of arts. And you do it by putting drugs on the streets, stealing, extorting. I can't agree with that.
I never did. It doesn't make any sense to improve things by making them worse. It's only almost a surface by making them worse. I'm working for decades.
I'm working for decades. No effect. I guarantee you. You do it by putting drugs on the streets, stealing, extorting.
I can't agree with that. I never did. It doesn't make any sense to improve things by making them worse. It's only on the surface, but it's more money, more power.
It gives me the leverage to really affect things. The only people I heard are the same people who caused the problems in the first place. Let me ask you. Would we rather be doing things your way, failing to change anything, or would you rather work under me and make a difference?
I am making a difference. I'm working to make this world a better place. Of course. You left my team to go do good work.
It's this pure coincidence that it's black, brown or yellow criminals you target. Hard to avoid. When the only notable gang of whites is yours. Some old friends and allies of mine still work for you.
I'm working to improve our city, but I'm not going to beat up people I've broken bread with. In the process, you're doing a little to shape the notion that you're still a part of Empire 88. It's amusing to try and justify your perspective. But you're ignoring the elephant in the room.
Put aside the pretense and tell me you don't feel something different when you look at whatever their faces, compared to when you look at me. I... I didn't have an answer to that. It was just false, really.
High school baseball player I'd had to crush on wound up being the same person that first approached me when I started going on in costume. I'd been swayed, convinced of his way of thinking. It was impossible to look at the city now and ignore the fact that too much of what made it an uglier place to live and raise a child in could be traced back to the same kinds of people. That's what I thought.
However, our methods differ regardless of whether you're willing to admit it out loud. I think we have a very similar perspective. My offer is this. Let me prove my methods to you.
Join my team. Serve under me for one more year. Only person you answer to is me and I give you a team of your own. You can't pick your own squad from all prospective members and members, but I can't guarantee every person you name will come around.
Max, I... Just... The final part of the deal is this. If you aren't satisfied with how things went with your years up, Empire 88 is yours.
Lock, stock, and barrel, including my businesses. Every employee, every aspect. Legitimate or otherwise, I become your second command and I follow your orders. You can make a priority into a humanitarian effort, sell the business, turn us on to superheroes.
I don't care. If I can't depress you, then what I'm doing simply is not worth holding onto. What? Is the business fairing?
I promise. What would you have me doing? Same thing you did before. You'd be my heavy hitter, my enforcer.
If I needed you to make an example of someone, you'd do it. Only difference between then and now is that my empire is bigger. You and I can make a greater impact. So I ask again, Keaton.
Do you want to spend your time failing to make a name for yourself on your own, or are you willing to join me in actually changing things? Come with me, and I guarantee you win one way or another. You're right here. As if in response, he picked up a letter opener and held it in front of his chest.
Blades of metal began to branch out from it, each forking into his move into more. Solar first, the network of metal swiftly encompassed his chest, then the rest of his body. Bars, blades, tubes, sheets of the metal found their place around him. He could bring metal to spread from any solid surface around him, including the metal he had already created.
As readily as he could bring 30-foot spears of iron to erupt from the grounds or walls, he created a finely-worked suit of armor, then embellished it with blades and crawling spikes. He finished it with an uneven crown of blades. He extended a gauntlet, left it there for me to take. It was the smallest gesture he never made a move when someone could refuse him, leaving him hanging, and it meant the wall to me, even as I suspected it was calculated for just that effect.
Forgive me, Esther. I'm doing this for you. Ah, yes, I knew you would be reasonable. Here's to a new age for the Empire.
Purity. So let me tell you, there are very few things cooler than flying. The invisible force field just made it better, keeping the chill off, but still letting me feel the wind in my hair. It also keeps the bugs from spraying me like a car windshield.
Oh, target spotted. A cocky, 20-something Caucasian with a shaved head. My best guess was that he had a triple E tattoo under that dresser of his. You there, stop!
I practiced at landing for weeks to get it right. Skin had disappeared down the far end of the alley, dusting myself off. I rose a foot off the ground and flew after him at an easy 45-mile-an-hour. It's an easy time decking him off his feet.
The woman you attacked with named Andrea Young, don't even think about running. You know I catch you, trust me. I'm already pissed off enough without you wasting my damn time. I didn't do anything.
Andrea Young, a black college student, was being so badly that she needed medical attention. Her teeth were knocked out, you're trying to tell me that you, a skinned with an swollen knuckle, someone who was in the crowd watching paramedics arrive with an expression boarding on Glee. You didn't do anything? I didn't do nothing worth caring about.
Now stop! Grabbing him by the collar, I pulled up. We were not just high enough above the ground that he'd feel uncomfortable with the height. The dumpster, mostly empty, was directly below him, but I doubted he was paying attention to anything but me.
I think it's a safe bet to say you're a member of Empire 88, or at least you've got some friends who are. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to either tell me everything the triple E's have been up to, or I'm going to break your arms and legs, and then you're going to tell me everything. Fuck you, you can't touch me.
There's laws against that shit. Last chance. Lick my hairy, sweaty balls. Okay, that's it.
You're a sexist pig. Well, since I could bench press a cement mixer, he made a casual toss part, could get some good distance. This bastard flew a good 25, or 30 yards down the back road before hitting the asphalt, rolled for another 10. He was utterly still for long enough that I began to worry that he'd somehow snapped his neck or broke his spine or something.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, he grew up and began to pull himself to his feet. Ready to talk now? Pulling himself up, he raised his hand and flipped me the bird, and turned him again to live down the alley. Well, I'll screw you, too!
I picked up the dumpster and I threw it at him. This time, he didn't get up. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, this idiot doesn't have a pulse. Hey, sis!
Yeah, I found him. Uh, it's a sort of the problem. Yeah, um, look, I'm, I'm sorry, okay, can we talk about that later? Yeah, I'm at spader and rock, and there's this little road that runs behind the buildings.
Downtownish, yeah? Yeah? Okay, thanks. What the hell am I gonna do with you?
Again, Victoria? Use my codename, please. Are identities or public moron? That's part of why I have to be pulled out here when this crap happens.
It's the principle of the thing, panacea. You wanna talk about principles, Laurie Girl? This is the sixth time you've nearly killed someone. That I know about.
I'm strong enough to lift an FZU over my head. It's hard to hold back all the time. Okay, I'm sure Carol would buy that line, but I knew you better than anyone. If you're having trouble holding back the problem is how your approach is like this.
Look, can you just fix him? I'm thinking I shouldn't. What? I mean, yeah, he's horrible, but, you know, I'm consequences.
I hope you're not, what's gonna stop you from doing it again? I'm called the paramedics, I know some good people from the hospital. They could probably fix him over, right? Hey, hey, that's not funny.
He goes to the hospital? People ask questions. Yeah, I'm well aware. That doesn't just fuck with me.
It's fucked with our family. All new wave. Everything we've struggled to build. I know you're not keen on the superhero thing, but you'd really go that far?
You'd do that to us. To me. That's not me. It's not my fault we're at this point.
It's you. You're crossing the line going too far. Which is exactly what people are just as new waivers scared of. We're not government sponsored.
We're not protected or organized or regulated in the same way. Everyone knows who we are under our masks. That means we have to be accountable. The responsible thing for me to do as a member of this team is to let the paramedics take them.
What the law do is it sees? Let go of me. This isn't just a team. This isn't just a team.
Aim's. We are a family. We are your family. My adoptive family.
And so I'm trying to use your freaking power to make it all sweet over how amazing you are. It doesn't work. I've been exposed so long I'm immune. It hurts.
Shut up. I'm not using my power dumbass. I'm hugging my sister. My awesome caring and merciful sister.
I can't move. I feel cold. Fine. I'll heal him.
But this is the last time. Thank you. Let's see here. This link should break to his ribs.
Extra clavicle. Broken mandible. Broken scapula. Fractured sternum.
Roose lung. Broken ulna. Broken wrist. Yeah, yeah, I get the point.
Do you? It wasn't even halfway down the list. This is going to take a little while. Sit.
How's the woman? Andrea? Better than ever. Physically.
The girl in her teeth fixed everything from the bruising to the scrapes and even gave her a head to toe tune up. Physically she'll feel on top of the world. Like she'd been to a spa and had the best nutritionist, best fitness expert and the best doctor I was looking after for a straight month. I'm glad.
Mentally. Emotionally. It's up to her to deal with the aftermath of the beating. I can't affect the brain, but I thought you could.
I mean... Yeah, yeah. Not can't. Well, it's called occasion.
I don't trust myself. I'm discouraged when they got what I'm tampering with someone's head. That's it. That's all.
That reminds me. Is there any damage? No brain damage. Can't get yourself lucky this time.
Is it cool if I question him? Might as well. Okay, Jackass. Ready to answer my questions?
Or do you mean my sister just walk away and leave me with this? I'll sue you. You whore. Please.
Try it. I just love to see a skinhead with a few broken bones go up against a superhero in whose mom just she is. That's her name and costume. Normally, she's Carol Dallin.
She kick your ass in court, believe me. So do I get my sister to leave you as you are? Or are you willing to trade some information for reliefs for months of incredible pain and a lifetime of arthritis and stiffness in your bones? And erectile dysfunction.
Yep. You structured your 9th vertebrae. I'm sorry. It's gonna affect all their function and extremities while you're based.
I leave you like you are. Does always feel... Well, I don't know. You'll have a hell of a time getting out.
If you know what I mean. What? You're fucking with me. And you won't be fucking anything soon if you don't cooperate.
Shut up! Isn't that...do no harm? That's just the first part of it. Like how freedom is speech and the right to bear arms is just the first part of a very long constitution.
It doesn't look like he's cooperating. Glory girl. Should we go? I'm gonna fuck.
I'll tell you. Please, just do what you're doing. Touch me and make the pain go away. Put me back together.
Fix me. Fine. Now start talking. Empire 88 is extending into the docks on Kaiser's orders.
Lungs and custody. And whatever happens, they keep saying the ABB is weaker than it was. That means there's territory for grabs. And the Empire sure ain't making progress downtown.
Yeah. I know about him. The sky, coil. Don't know what his powers are, but he's got a private army.
Ex-military. All of them. At least 50, Kaiser said. And every one of them has top-notch gear.
Their armor is better than Kevlar. You shoot them, they're back up in a few seconds. At least even you shoot a pig, you can be sure you broke a few ribs. But that's not the fucked up thing.
These guys, they've got lasers hooked up to the machine guns they carry around. If they don't think bullets are doing it. Or if they're after people who are behind cover, they fire off these purple laser beams. They can cut through the machine guns.
They can't cut through the machine guns. They can't cut through the machine guns. They can't cut through the machine guns they carry around. If they don't think bullets are doing it.
Or if they're after people who are behind cover, they fire off these purple laser beams. They can cut through steel. Turn through any cover you're standing behind and burn through you too. Yeah.
Top-of-the-line soldiers. Top-of-the-line gear. But even with money to burn, he's fighting us over downtown territories. The constant tug of war.
And neither of us are making any headway. This has been going on for months. So Kaiser thinks we should take the docks now that the ABB are on the outs. Gain some grounds somewhere easier.
I don't know any more than that as far as his plans. Who else is up to something? Thoughtline? The bitch with the freaks?
She's a mercenary. Different goals. There's a power vacuum in the docks. Kaiser's declared he wants to seize it.
But I'm willing to bet he's warned you about others making a play. Are you dense girl? Everyone's going to make a play. It's not just the major gangs that are looking for a slice of the pie.
It's everyone. The docks are right for the taking. The location's worth as much money as you get downtown. It's a go-to place if you want a black-black market.
Sex, drugs, violence. And the locals are already used to paying protection money. It's just a matter of changing who they pay to. The docks are rich territory.
And we're talking there's potential for a full-scale war over it. You want to know my guess? The Empire is going to take the biggest slice of the docks because we're strong enough to. The deal's going to stick his thumb in just despite us.
The ADB's going to hold on to some. But you're also going to have a bunch of little guys trying to take something for themselves. Uber and Leet. Circus.
The undersiders. Skidmark. Trainwreck. Others you've never heard of.
They're going to stick out their ground and one of the two things is going to happen. Either there's a war. In which case civilians get hurt. And things you have had for you.
Where there's alliances between the various teams and solo villains and shit gets even worse for you. Huh. Come on, Penisio. We've gotten enough.
I'm not feeling a little hungry. Are you sure? Not done yet. Oh, you fixed the bruises and scrapes.
Broken bones. Did you fix my cock? Hey, I can't fucking walk. I'll sue you.
Try it. My sister just healed you. Well, most of you. With a touch.
Did you ever wonder what you could do? Ever think maybe she could break you just as easily? Or change the color of your skin you racist fuck? I'll tell you this.
I'm not half as scary as my little sister is. Listen here. You better keep your hands off of anyone or we'll find you again. Next time, I can assure you that you won't be getting out as functional as you are now.
Thanks Amy. Play safe, Victoria. I can't bring people back from the dead once you've gone that far. I'll be good.
Well, I'll be better. Yeah, hello? Emergency services? Requesting special power line.
New wave. Glory goal. And capacitated criminal for you to pick up. No powers.
No. No rush. Second hold. He's not gonna get up.
He'll be down for the waste now for another three hours. This left arm will be a few for about the long two, so he's not going to move unless he can drag himself somewhere with just one limb. He'll also have an up toes for a good month or so too. You didn't actually leave his...
No. Nothing was broken and I didn't screw up anything beyond a temporary numbness. But he doesn't know that. Fear and doubt will complete the effect and the suggestion becomes a self-affection.
Hey, weren't you just saying you weren't gonna mess with people's heads? Hello. A cord gave me this number. And this would be trickster, I presume.
I have a business proposition for your group. Well, things have been a little south of the cord here, so I'm not quite sure where we stand, but I need to do this job for him before I take on anything else. This is more of a long-term job. We don't do long-term.
We don't stay in one place for long. I'm well aware of your circumstances. That's so? I know a cord through a mutual acquaintance.
Through the acquaintance and my own resources I've gathered a fairly robust set of that on you travelers. That sounds vaguely threatening. I suppose my two individuals try to avoid scrutiny. Rest assured it's just the opposite.
I know what issues you face trickster. And I'm offering you a solution. And a solution? What issues are you talking about?
I'm offering three things to be precise. Work for me. Help me achieve my goals and I will allow you to achieve yours. What do you know about our issues?
I know what the PRT knows. I know you're peered out of nowhere. That'll loop Cassius in a well-minded heart where admitted for care to St. Mary in its hospital.
There are no such students on any high school roster. We're not from there. Why did Luke put down Madison, Wisconsin, as a place of residence? You're starting to worry me.
It's a shared trickster. There's no need for any alarm. The fact that I know these things is to an asset to you. A contact to me in the PRT has taken over your case of my own requisition.
All details on your encounter with Miradin. That case will not be pursued further. Why are you doing this for us? Because I have goals of my own and I believe that one cannot be too careful.
When hiring expert help, I prefer to help to be loyal. And I will get that loyalty by giving you what you desire. Everything has their price. And my research into you travelers has been done with the goal of discovering what that price is.
Yeah. Well, let's hear it. What's our price? Oh, the money you require for one.
So long as you're in my employment, I will pay whatever you require. Even if it is nearly $1,500 in groceries per week. How generous? Number two, I will send you home.
An individual in power like myself has contacts. Through one of these contacts I have access to a man who can create doorways between worlds. The caveat is that I won't have that power of funds or leverage to request assistance from that individual until my own goals are met. So we have to help you for you to help us.
Exactly, trickster. That's where your other problem? Well, that's a more daunting task. Said you could do something for her.
I can't guarantee anything. I can offer all of my resources, which are considerable. And all of the resources I will have, which are even more so. That sounds pretty wishy-washy.
Perhaps. But when making an argument or a sale, I find it's best to leave with a second best offer. Move on to the weaker ones and then close with the best. I am offering you one more thing.
What do you have? Escape from your fate as the Seimark's pawn. I'm listening. As you may recall, several others in your predicament have been able to escape the whole but this monstrosity places on individuals.
But first is sadly beyond the reach of us. An immunity to her powers like that of Sion. Second, however, I have code reason to believe is attainable in the near future. There are rumors of other victims escaping the normality through the abilities of powerful thinkers.
Individuals who are capable of prognosticating danger and distorting possibilities so as to prevent the end-bringers' dire intentions from coming to fruition. By the time you arrive, two such powers will be in my reach. And I assure you that both of them will be working to avert whatever predicament that the monster has in store for you. Even your friends want your lives back.
Isn't my author worth at least a little bit of consideration? I'll ready them now. We'll see you at the end of the week. Mm-hmm.
A visitor at this hour in the night? What the hell is wrong with people these days? First the whole thing with? Taking, boys.
You know what I mean? It was nice of you to open up. Most of the time I have to blow the door down and it just makes things that much more complicated. Not that I'm complaining or anything, it's just that I'm not the biggest fan of wasting time.
You're that girl. The bombs. I like the wall hangings, by the way. A friend of mine used to have some just like them.
Shame what I had to do to her for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. What are you... But I'm getting off topic. Congratulations, you've been recruited for the ABB.
Feeling bad yet, kiddo? Please, just... No matter. I'll make you play along.
I'm good at that. Keep holding him, boys. I want to keep the newbie informed. Of course, letting him go would result in a completely different learning experience for him.
Quiet down, boy. The neighbors might overhear. Visits like this, only really work when they're a surprise. It might be a dear and get my bag from you, Jonathan.
Thank you. Now, turn the boy over so we can get this over with. Don't worry, this won't take long. And that was all for tonight, folks.
Thank you so much for listening to War on WLFM. It's been a pretty cool episode here in the middle of the storyline. We hope you enjoyed this new experience for us, too. And we're going to go around new some introduction.
So, first, my name is Kristi Sada, and I played Caden, the first woman you heard. And Victoria, the second woman you heard. You heard. I'm Flora, and I played Baku Da.
I'm Matt, and I'm the director of Slash Rider of the series, and I played the Creepy Voice on the phone. And after. I'm Ben. I played Hook Wolf.
You got one line. Theo, Kristin, Sam, and I filled in for Trickster. And the voice that you did in here, in this case, was Maureen. She was the individual playing Panacea, and she sadly can't join us tonight.
She has a choir concert, which you can still hear, and it's being live streamed on Lawrence's website. Thank you so much for listening, and we will hopefully see you again next Saturday at eight. In the meantime, have a nice week.