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Post by Pitman on Dec 11, 2013 9:01:50 GMT -6
In Odessa Research Section
It was quite a sight to behold, well more like a workshop then anything. With one would note a large gundam head on one area.... it looked like it was disassembled. When Gaspar entered the workshop first thing he said? Well lets just see what is happening.
"El Nombre de Dios!! Achmetha get your ass down from there!!", Gaspar soon yelled at the co captain of the Christen.
Achmetha Rorke was hanging on a rope as he was looking at another part of the Gundam.
"In a minute I am at the brink of another break through!!", Achmetha soon shouted back.
"I know this is a once a life time opportunity to take apart a legendary Gundam but come fucking on!!", Gaspar soon shouted back.
"I just need to figure out how this things ticks! That douche bag James Wong screwed with not only us but let all kinds of shit happen. With a unit that served as a prototype to the original Gundam all kinds of secrets and ways to defeat it can be revealed!!", Achmetha soon said excitedly.
"Achmetha you been held up in here for two weeks!! TWO FUCKING WEEKS ever since we found it!! As well we got... well just get down here for one moment.", Gaspar soon said with an annoyed voice.
"Fine... fine... but I need to figure out how the Core Block System fully works. The system is revolutionary it can change the whole notion we know about Mobile Suits of old!!", Achmetha soon said as he used the wired robe down to the floor taking off his goggles.
"Good... Now get him.", Gaspar soon said when a dozen men of the Christen all showed up soon grabbed onto Achmetha.
"Hey?!! What your doing? Hey wait don't take that off!! My Tools not my precious TOOLS!! FUCK YOU GASPAR!! FUCK YOU!!", Achmetha said as he was dragged out of the Achmetha's workshop.
Some time later
'How in the world I got here?', Achmetha thought as he was sitting on a dinner table at Chrisinau. Before him both Regina and Marina were wearing dresses with his a suit.
"I think I will have the salad... I need to keep my figure.", Marina soon said which made Regina give off a glare a second.
"You know on second thought I will change that steak and chip appetizer for a salad as well.", Regina soon added in.
The waiter was also sweating as he could so easily tell both women were locked in a deadly conflict.
"A good choice, madam.", he soon said.
'They been at this for fifteen minutes.... seriously who's idea was this again?'
Remembering from what occurred earlier.
"What has occurred to me that both Miss Regina and Captain Agatha have said you have not been properly eating the last few weeks and have not gotten good amount of sleep. As one under my command my elegant task force, I cannot allow such inelegant actions!! As therefore as Brigadier General of the Mobile Eastern Corps I order you!! Captain Achmetha Rorke to... go on a date with Miss Regina and Captain Agatha in Chrisinau at the most expensive restaurant there is!! No ifs or butts, its forced vacation and Victor will be driving you there.", Como Falcon soon said from his office in Odessa with all present in the room.
"Say what?!!", Both he and Carmen soon shouted at the same time.
"Hey!! Why aren't I invited on the date!! I want to go too!!", Carmen pleaded.
"Uhh no you would end up bankrupting our budget if you go you inelegant pig!!", Como then stated which got Carmen angry.
Achmetha only dreaded what this meant... and not in a good way.
Achmetha only sighed as both girls finally decided on what to get which he simply got the simplest food he recognized.
'Really? Why I got a bad feeling this is going to get me killed?', he soon thought.
As the dinner continued as planned he would note that Victor was on another table drinking a glass of wine which shocked him on how well he held his glass.
'You know him going on the date would benefit these two! Hey isn't that a smirk he has?!! He is enjoying what he is seeing!! That bastard!!'
Never the less, he turned back to the two women before him. Truthfully, he did like he view of both of them they both got quite expensive and nice looking dresses which to his surprise. Made him want both of them, his perverted side getting the better of him. Really only thing prevented this of course was the attitude both were giving off as they seemed more as eternal rivals then comrades.
'If only they weren't like this!! I would be so lucky!!' Achmetha internally cried.
As the dinner went from the appetizers then to main course and then finally desert all was going well.
'Why... does it feel weird in here...', Achmetha thought as he was noticing something strange. Since they arrived no one had left their seats and were enjoying themselves just as long as them. Not to mention he noticed Victor was looking a bit how you put it off. He soon turned to see Marina and Regina well mainly Marina who didn't know how to drink alcohol well looked a bit. Wait, then it hit him very hard when he was realizing something important.
'Wait she never ordered alcohol not even her drinks were that!! The reason why everything is weird is why...? FUCK!!'
Before Achmetha would know it would be too late.
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Post by Richter on Dec 11, 2013 15:28:23 GMT -6
Several of the other people at the restaurant watched the scene unfolding between the trio, the two women accompanying Achmetha had a battle of wits with one another. More than a few of the men there thought he was lucky...at first. Suffice to say they stopped thinking that very, very quickly. The place wasn't too busy, leaving them to enjoy a fairly peaceful night. Unknown to any of them the entice place was being staked out, both by people inside the buildings and out. Across from the restaurant was a fairly well to do hotel several stories tall, a few men with binoculars and long range listening devices spied on the conversations happening inside; with the focus being on Achmetha and his 'dates'. They were a deal more impassive to the goings on, but a few of them even raised eyebrows here and there.
As well a couple of the guests in the food joint were plants. Who and how many couldn't be told, they were professionals, after all. Unfortunately for Achmetha, Foster was the type to hedge his bets, and make a backup plan incase Rukin failed. In this case that meant putting some undercover agents in the largest city in Odessa province, certain the people of interest would wander in sooner or later.
And he was right.
The waiter from before came back over to their table with a scant smile, noticing that the two ladies seemed a little bit buzzed. He took that to mean they were enjoying their night at first glance.
"Are we having a good time?" He asked the three of them, bringing out a tray with dessert that he set out on their table for them. Upon noticing Achmetha sweating however, he got a little bit concerned. "You look pale, sir. Was the food not agreeable?"
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Post by Pitman on Dec 11, 2013 18:24:01 GMT -6
Achmetha was in a bit daze, everything was beginning to spin. As he was feeling this he knew something was defiantly wrong, his military training was telling him he was likely drugged. Someone the cook, the waiter? He wasn't sure only thing that made sense was he felt he was being watched. When the waiter came back, he soon replies, "Nah, just... a bit dizzy. You know where is your restroom? I think I need to go there for a second."
He needed some air to regain his composure, as well something was off.
"Of course sir, the restroom will be that way?", the waiter would reply which Achmetha managed to smile then got up.
"Be right back girls... I need some air.", Achmetha managed to say which interesting enough Regina and Marina were not paying attention.
Getting up, he soon noticed Victor looked like he was out of it as well which made him more suspicious. Moving quickly to the restroom he soon would open the door into where the nearest fossett which he turned off to throw his head in. Soon after it seemed like a eternity he barely managed, to awaken himself somewhat but then hears the door open. which he would look at the mirror to see who just walked in.
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Post by Richter on Dec 12, 2013 12:42:43 GMT -6
In the mirror he'd spot one of the other patrons from the restaurant, whom Achmetha might have noticed before. He had been sitting at a table closer to the door with his date. The man was wearing a sour expression, a wine stain on his suit's overcoat that either he or the woman he was with clumsily knocked over and spilled onto him. Whatever Achmetha was looking for, it didn't seem to be this guy.
He walked over to the paper towel dispenser and tore a few out to try and get the stain out, muttering a quiet string of expletives under his breath while Achmetha tried to steady himself. The guy didn't pay him any mind, and after it was apparently the stain wouldn't come out, took a smart phone from his pocket, turned it on, and took a picture of the stain. Presumably he was sending it to a friend, as his thumbs then went to work typing away on the screen, he turned to leave without even looking up from the screen.
But of course there was more to it than that. As soon as he was in Achmetha's blind spot he jammed the phone into the small of his back. Two prongs at the device's head that looked like antenna were actually a clever disguise for two small syringes that, if he hit, would inject a powerful knockout poison into his blood stream.
It was actually an ingenious system, this was a binary chemical. The first half infiltrators had slipped into their food and drink, and it was a low level soporific that would induce symptoms such as sleepiness, lethargy, and lightheaded feelings. It would quickly burn out of their systems, as a precaution in case they failed to bag the targets, poison tests would turn up almost nothing in a little over an hour. On the other hand, the second half of the agent, when combined in the blood with that, would almost immediate knock the target out and weaken muscular response.
In other words, he would be in a lot of trouble if he that needle pricked him.
Back in the main room several other undercover operatives waited for a chance to bag the others, hoping they'd wander off too. One of them took out a phone of his own and read a brief message on the screen, it looked like gibberish, but to them it was a code word signalling that they had made a move on their prime target. They got ready, just in case the plan didn't work or if someone caught on.
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Post by Pitman on Dec 12, 2013 19:35:40 GMT -6
Achmetha looked when the man entered, for a brief moment he was suspicious. But after it soon came apparent he just had ruined his own shirt he soon relax. As his mind began to slowly clear up somewhat he was about to go back out only to suddenly everything began to go dark. His eyes turned to the man he saw earlier in brief shock before darkness enveloped him.
Soon everything was dark and nothing can be seen. One could hear commotions and harsh sounds. He didn't recognize the voice but soon hears, "HEY GET THE FUCK UP NOW!!"
His eyes would suddenly open.
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Post by Richter on Dec 12, 2013 20:13:28 GMT -6
When Achmetha would open his eyes he'd be met by a blindingly bright light about an inch from his face. It looked like a tiny flashlight that doctors would use to check pupil responses. Apparently he failed whatever test was being done, because the guy had to yell to get him up to begin with. Looking around he would find himself in a grungy looking doctor's office laying on an examination table, with the doctor staring at him with a frown.
"'Bout time. Didn't really think that'd work." The man said as he pulled off his gloves and chucked them into the trash. The professional staffing this place looked like an older person, in their 50's maybe? Hard to tell, but his face was starting to wrinkle here and there. Achmetha was still in his suit if he cared to check, but just about everything other than clothes on his person was gone: wallet, sidearm, you name it. After being awake for a few minutes whatever drug was in his system would finally start to wear off, letting the world start to come in more clearly than it was before...which is also about when he'd realize his hands were cuffed and feet shackled.
"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life kid, get used to it. You're lucky, you got to sleep through the wait. You check out health wise, so you can get the hell out of here." The doctor told him and thudded on the single door out of the room with his fist, there were no windows. The door opened immediately and two armed guards stepped in, their uniforms were grey in color and bared no insignia or identifying markings at all.
"Come on, get on your feet." The first said, whom grabbed Achmetha and hauled him to his feet. The second prodded him in the back with the butt of his gun to get him moving out into the clinic in proper. Several more doors branched off into other examination rooms like the one he had left, and a few other white-coated medical staff moved between them. Occasionally he could hear a groan or yelp from these other rooms. No one paid him any mind, and he got prodded again to move out into the hallway.
The corridor was luckily less dreary, a few lights placed along the walls at 2 and 7 feet illuminated the place. The entire building he was in seemed to be made of metal and stone with few identifying markings other than a single sign saying "O wing: Clinic" painted on one of the walls. He couldn't tell if it was day yet or still night, and it was uncomfortably cold.
"Come on, you're going for processing." The first guard said.
"Yeah, you need to meet the boss and the rest of the scum. You're gonna be here with 'em a bloody long time."
Both laughed as they guided him, forcefully if needed, down the halls leading out of the medical facility. Eventually they brought him to a large central chamber, another sign on the wall helpfully stating that this was "O wing: Processing". There were at least a dozen of those same armed guards in this room. The door he just walked through was to apparently along the western wall, there was another across from him on the east that said "O wing: Holding". To his right, on the south wall, was a pair of two solid metal double doors that a pair of cameras and trio of guards were standing beside.
That left one more direction, the north, which was to his left, and this was the busiest. Three queues of people were lined up and slowly being lead off either to the clinic he just left, holding area, or the other set of double doors that said "A wing: Entry". A guard post beside that door housed more soldiers whom were watching all this unfold through a bulletproof glass window. None of the people looked happy to be here, and they all were cuffed and shackled just like he was to prevent escape. Several more cameras around the room watched both Achmetha and the rest of the...prisoners? It kind of felt like a prison.
His 'escort' shoved him into the third line, the one that was going to whatever this A wing was. Each of the queues was separated from one another by a wall of bars going from ceiling to floor that were too small to fit more than you fingers through, and the guards were placed sporadically around the queue to keep things flowing smoothly. They didn't seem to be asking any of these people any questions, but they did have a check list on a clipboard apparently that was referenced with each person before passing them onto their destination...though he couldn't see what was on it from here.
The guard at the head of the line suddenly looked at him directly after he got into place.
"Ey, is that the special guest?" He called back.
"Sure is, docs finally woke him up."
"Get him up here, these sods can wait."
"You heard him, out of the way."
The various soldiers shoved the other prisoners against the bars to make room for Achmetha to pass, and pass he would, as they man-handled him down the barred queue. The guard at the head of the line looked him over, in the way a butcher would examine a piece of meat.
"Was he much trouble to get?"
"Not at accordin to the good word."
"He's in good health?"
"Yessir."
"Good." The inspector said and turned back to Achmetha. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of ya."
That made all of them laugh.
"You got any idea where you are?"
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Post by Pitman on Dec 13, 2013 1:02:54 GMT -6
First thing on Achmetha's mind, who the fuck is there? Second thought handcuffed and chained, great I got a bondage doctor. Next part? What are they talking about!
Achmetha managed to wake up and quite rudely too, he only managed to reply, "Say what now?"
He was then lead through the facility which he began to take notes. The way they talked told him much to his NOT surprise.
'Great Avalonian accent... fucking great... but where am I?'
As he was lead and continuously noticed where he was going soon he heard what the guard said.
"Scum huh? Last I checked scum usually butcher people and attack regular towns. Oh joy... I guess I been downgraded then? I may be here for the rest of my life but I guarantee you won't live long enough to see it.", Achmetha soon said as he moved where they were leading them.
He wanted to test the waters so to speak, with the whole likely captured he wondered where he was. Possibly in Northern part of Eastern Europe? He wasn't sure but he wanted to see where he is. As he got to the line and listened very hard and noticed the other inmates. Achmetha soon realized likely this was a maximum security prison but where? Well where could he even be?
"I can take a few guesses. This is not the all paid tropical vacation I was promised. Tell me... where am I then obviously captured by Mister Guard A and B behind and Mister Door greeter before me. But none of you are important I take, just guys who follow orders. So just show me your boss and get this over with.", Achmetha soon said if anyone noticed, a bit of balls on him.
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Post by Richter on Dec 13, 2013 9:25:09 GMT -6
A couple of the other prisoners looked up as the new guy showed some resistance, but that mostly got them smacked around for the effort. The guards, meanwhile, laughed amongst each other.
"Can see why they wanted this guy so much." Guard A said.
"What, because he's important?" B replied.
"No, because he's a goddamn comedian. I could use the entertainment, was gettin pretty damn bored!"
"Ha!"
One of the guards behind him thudded his gun into Achmetha's back again for being a smart ass, though.
"You're in the most heavily protected prison in the world, that's where you are. The boss will break you in on the rest, you'll be seein him soon enough, Achmetha. The place is about as far from the tropics as you can get, so hope you packed long shorts!" The guard in charge of the screening said. "Get him out of here."
The same two soldiers from the clinic lead him through the gates, and then through the imposing doors that were opened up to allow him into A wing. They closed tightly behind him, but he might not notice right away as the scene inside would be...unexpected, to say the least.
The room beyond that door was massive, easily big enough to drive a car through. The place was actually lit with natural lightning, Achmetha would notice, as the entire ceiling was made out of glass, strangely enough. The roof seemed to slope, and the room seemed to have a gentle curve to its architecture. Through the windows he could see the sky and snow trickling down from thick, grey clouds lightly to rest on the glass before melting. More so, he could see a huge tower rising up from the north, it seemed to stare right down at him through the window. Very strange.
The room just beyond processing was mostly just an empty chamber where the guards broke people up, got them their prison uniforms, and then drug them off to side rooms to dress in those. They were the classic orange jumpsuits convicts usually were forced to wear, and Achmetha was no exception. Apparently they had the decency to not stare as they shoved him into a 5ft by 5ft room with a camera, only one door out, and a small shelf on the wall to place the clothes you came in with. They tossed a spare jumpsuit in with him and removed his cuffs briefly.
"Put that on and knock when you're done, we'll shoot if you try any funny business, Mr. Comedian. Put your stuff on that shelf for collection and then you get to meet the boss." The first of them said and closed the door.
Then he was left mostly alone. The ceiling in this room was glass as well, and that seemed to be the norm for this entire prison outside of O wing. If he was feeling bold he could try and boost himself up onto that shelf and get a better look out of the sky light...
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Post by Pitman on Dec 23, 2013 2:52:47 GMT -6
As Achmetha was put to change he soon looked around, promptly he soon managed to get himself on a shelf to look around. He saw the bright sky and noticed well, first thing he noticed how it looked different. The clouds seemed closer and everything look well lets put it. He felt like this was not at a normal prison.
"Clouds are too close... and it looks and feels colder then usual. Where the hell am I?", Achmetha soon managed to say who then promptly jumped down.
Looking at his own attire he knew this was no good to move around in especially now he has to figure out a way out.
"Alright i dislike jumpsuits but better then this tuxedo.", Achmetha told himself as he soon quickly changed.
As he was changing he noticed every nook and cranny and soon noticed no camera which made him wonder. Looking a bit he soon confirmed it which itself was odd. Maybe they didn't expect anyone to try to... the glass maybe. Achmetha soon began to formulate a plan. Get the guards in push one into through the window possibly. Then get a gun from the guards if they had one, which he will take a hostage as he made his way back the way they brought him.
"Well its worth a shot.", Achmetha soon said as he soon knocked on the door taking a position to ambush the first guard.
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Post by Richter on Dec 24, 2013 7:28:00 GMT -6
After his knocks it was silent for a few seconds, before the pair of guards from before hauled open the heavy door.
"Finally, come on. Boss's drilling the rest of the new blood in a couple of minutes." One of the guards said, and then noticed Achmetha wasn't visible, but in hiding.
"Oh damn it, get this every damn batch. Get out here." The first one complained, peering into the room cautiously, giving him a chance to try something crazy.
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Post by Pitman on Dec 25, 2013 22:33:07 GMT -6
Achmetha moved quickly grabbing the man's head once it peered in. Due to the position of the man's head would make it easier to move him to be slammed into the nearby window hoping to break the glass. Which didn't... which made him ponder what kind of glass it was. The Force would of been strong enough to breaking anyone's nose and likely knock the man out. No time to think he would then move out to charge at the second man at full force in hopes to push him to the ground. Once doing that he would give a strong punch into the man's below at the jaw to completely daze him.
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Post by Richter on Dec 28, 2013 20:24:33 GMT -6
The guard was taken by surprise at Achmetha's speed and strength, the guy being drug into the room and rammed hard against the glass separating him from the freedom that could be seen on the other side. Despite the hard thud the impact made, the glass didn't even crack a tiny bit, though it did knock the guard out and would probably leave a hell of a lump where his head got hit. The second man, whom Achmetha would recognize as the partner of the first from back at the clinic, was trying to go for his sidearm when the prisoner rushed him, sending both sprawling on the hard concrete floor. The punch a moment later made the soldier wheeze in pain, dazing him for a split second just like he had hoped.
But what Achmetha forgot was that this staging room had a lot of guards in it, along with other prisoners. They certainly didn't miss him tackling and knocking out the duo assigned to watch over him.
"Everyone on the ground, NOW!" One of the other guards yelled, firing into the air. The rest of the convicts dropped to their bellies immediately, leaving just the soldiers and the hopeful escapee standing. Curiously that didn't leave a bullet hole in the ceiling, a careful eye would realize that has to mean these people are using non-lethal munitions. Maybe rubber or bean bags? Similar result regardless of the typing.
"Get him!" The same man yelled.
Another pair of guards closed in around the unlucky man from Ys, drawing their sidearms. These were actually revealed to be tasers it would turn out, Achmetha would find this out the hard way...because they fired them at him. Either one hitting would hurt a lot, and probably stun him for a few seconds from electrical shock.
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Post by Pitman on Dec 29, 2013 6:00:02 GMT -6
"Really?", Achmetha commented noticing the glass didn't even budge.
As the fighting continued he noticed the guards in the next room. Now knowuing he was in deep trouble he soon saw the two guards coming at him with hose tazsers. Quickly using the guards' body he avoided the electrical shock by using him as a human shield. Soon he would notice the man's side arm he was going for earlier took out the gun and fired at both guards before him. Really if anyone would notice it looked like this prisoner was in fact better then most.
'Fuck how to get out of here?!!' The glass idea won't work and there is too many of them!!' Think!! Think!!'
For sure this would get the attention of the warden not every day this happens.
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Post by Richter on Dec 29, 2013 17:30:19 GMT -6
The first guard gets tagged by the electrified dart in the leg, causing him to yell in pain and fall to the floor immediately as it gives out from the shock. The second officer gets hit in the chest...and seems totally unaffected. Achmetha didn't know it but they had body armor on under their uniforms, it was enough to block out those tazers. That might be useful information to remember for later.
But now he had a bigger problem as two more guards came over, decided to say hell with the tazers and instead taking out collapsing batons. They unfolded them and rushed at Achmetha, trying to clobber him good. The guard whom he punched first regained his bearings after being beaten, tripped and shocked; throwing his elbow back into the prisoner's stomach immediately, since he was being used as a human shield right now and didn't like that much at all, nor the prospect of it getting his ass kicked even harder if he didn't get away.
In the security room right next door, the one Achmetha saw watching over the prisoners in this room and the one before it, one of the guards watching the security monitors called this in. "This is security station A-1. We have a prisoner trying to escape in processing, seal all doors, available personnel please respond. Over."
Back in the screening room the door was locked from the other side, barring the door to the outside world he had came in from, and the guard with the rifle whom shot into the ceiling moved to seal one of the two side doors out of the dressing room. This left only one exit available, and it lead deeper into the prison complex. Not a very good prospect, but maybe worth trying?
The operator in that guard post immediately started to sweat when a certain voice cut into the channel, one he had hoped wouldn't notice...he should have known better.
"This is the warden, what is the meaning of this?!" The voice exclaimed into the poor man's ear, making him cringe. "You're telling me you monkeys can't handle one rowdy convict? I'm looking at him now, and watching him make you look like a bunch of circus performers!"
"We'll regain control of the situation ASAP, sir!" The officer said.
"You had better. I'm on my way down right now, and if I have to do it myself, you're going to be joining him when I send him to scrape the ice off the outer wall! Do I make myself clear?!" The warden threatened.
"Crystal, sir! All forces, you heard the man, get this situation cleared up!" The man in the security post said. All the guards had headsets so they each heard the exchange, and seemed pretty damn nervous all of a sudden. The boss of this place was not someone to make angry.
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Post by Pitman on Dec 30, 2013 4:25:47 GMT -6
Achmetha took note now they had bulletproof vests under their shirts. Of course if he knew beforehand he would of aimed elsewhere but it was nice to know now. With the guards being too many and he knew he had to make an escape, as soon as the guard before him began struggling, he knew it was time now. Noticing only one way to get out he soon kicked extreme hard at ankle of the guard he captured intend to shatter his ankle into intense pain. Soon after doing that he would throw the guard at the nearest guard to make his escape. To Avoid the charging guards with Batons he took note where they took them out from, as well. Quickly he moved through the only exit with the sidearm in hand though non lethal quickly moved, hoping a map or something to tell him where he was or a way out of here.
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