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It is a world broken and reformed, where the coming of interdimensional rifts to the planet Earth has created a world of magic, psionics, and advanced technology, a world of infinite possibility that now seems so far out of reach. The Coalition States is victorious over Tolkeen; the Federation of Magic is on a campaign of unity against its neighbors; hate and fear, never far away, are a more constant presence than ever. In the middle of nowhere, a small group of people cast away by the political machinations of war are going to find themselves at the center of all of it.

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The Premise:

The war is over, and the wrong side won.

Tolkeen, a bastion of magical theory and learning, where mystic practicioners, other-dimensional refugees, misfits and malcontents could live in peace, was forced into warfare with the human supremacist Coalition States, who had recently begun expanding after years of consolodating their gains and delving into Golden Age technological stores to upgrade their weapons and robots.

The people of Tolkeen knew what occupation would mean for an empire founded on the notion of the eradication of anything that didn't fit the Coalition's narrow definition of sentient life, so they used every means available to protect themselves, including long-forbidden magics involving blood sacrifice and pacts with ancient demons. They told themselves it would be worth it when the Coalition was driven back, that the metaphorical (and sometimes literal) genies could be put back in the bottle.

It wasn't enough. The Coalition was battered, but ultimately triumphant. Tolkeen was razed. The monsters it summoned now roam free; the people clinging to it for stability are scattered and being hunted by the Coalition. The cyber-knights have been shattered, with a significant number having joined the Tolkeen war effort and having lost their way; no one has seen or heard about their founder, or his closest associates, in many months.

Even more troubling, Lord Dunscon - self-proclaimed ruler of the Federation of Magic - has begun a campaign of consolidation of his own, seeking to unite the cities of the Federation of Magic under his own tyrannical rule, pointing out that if the only alternative is destruction by the expansionist Coalition States, his rule will at least allow free cities such as Dweomer and Stormspire to exist - even if it is the rule of a man whose chief criticism of Tolkeen was that it was too soft.

Some people joke that the second apocalypse is upon us. But it's a joke no one laughs at. Those outside the borders of the Federation and the Coalition wonder if they'll be next, and what, if anything, can be done about it. Those within said borders who don't toe the party line are wondering where they can go. Everything in North America is in flux, and no one knows what will come out the other side.

The Setting:

A sizable settlement called Prince's Landing, chiefly an argicultural and mining town. The primary crop is barley, and the local stout is noteworthy; the primary mining export is a vein of zinc which is often used in the maintenance of advanced technology. Limited robotics are used to mine, and the local hedge mage has helped ensure that harvests are reliable.

It's a relatively small town, and like most small towns in the world of Rifts, can't affort to be overtly picky about who stays there - many don't have the power to resist powerful forces such as pilots with their own power armor suits, or mages with a reasonable grasp of spellcraft, and as long as people are willing to work or have credits to spend, people tend to live and let live. There is reasonably close proximity to a ley line, but it's a weak ley line and it hasn't caused any trouble in living memory.

However, Prince's Landing is sandwiched in between the two Coalition states of Missouri and El Dorado, and to the east is the Federation of Magic. Furthermore, their two major trading partners - the city-states of Kingsdale and Whykin - are on opposite sides of "the Coalition issue," with Kingsdale a more tolerant city and with Whykin more fully embracing the Coalition ambassadors that come calling. The current mayor of Prince's Landing favors Kingsdale, but without any support from any other major powers, the Coalition could decide to wipe them both off the map with ease - and many people in Prince's Landing are in favor of taking Whykin's side, with hate crime incidents on the rise. The d-bees and freethinking scholars and radicals in the region are all waiting to hear a metaphorical pin fly out of a possibly literal grenade.

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  2. No worries. Sometimes our lives get swamped. Good luck with everything. I'll still be here and ready to go whenever you are.
  3. Tis a long hiatus, but if you still want to move ahead with it when you're back, I'll more than likely be happy to. And if not, no hard feelings. By then you may have even more ideas. Good luck with your studies!
  4. Well, the thing I was worried about has come to pass; my full-time studies are actually more than full time, with them demanding a lot of extracurricular work per course. Combine this with me trying to get a writing pitch together, and something has to give. So much as I'm sad to do it, I think this game has to go on hold, for at least the next eight months if not longer. Since that's a long hiatus, if anyone wants to treat it as deceased, I wouldn't blame you one bit. Thanks to everyone for your interest!
  5. Squidge was quiet, thinking over what was being said. This 'legion' could potentially lie low, she thought. Help refugees, keep peace in an area as long as that area wasn't too close to the Coalition States, or too aggressive about expanding. After the costly victory over Tolkeen, the Coalition would be looking to rebuild quickly to keep the Federation from getting fancy ideas. They were definitely the next big thing though. Prosek's armies had, they believed, perfected their anti-mage tactics against Tolkeen. They'd feel emboldened to move on the Federation. And she'd already seen what the magisters of the Federation were experimenting with. How serious was she about all this? Did she want to find a safe nook and curl up and hope to let the storm pass her by? Or did she want to go into those winds and rains and try to...what? Hold it back? Stop it altogether? Or maybe just try to get as many other people through it as she could. The ex-Coalition psychic looked over at Phere and caught her eye. A moment later the psi stalker felt the familiar feeling of telepathic contact. What do you think?
  6. "I ain't a hero," Fi muttered back just as softly to BB, barely moving her lips. "And don't get more wrong, I love wandering in the Rambler. But you know he's right, 'bout the CS and the Feds. I might have to watch out for people watching for me up North and wanting a word or three, but do you want to have to watch out for CS boot heels and Fed fireballs and demons everywhere we go?" Fi shook her head, Watts clinging to her magenta tresses to maintain his perch. "I generally have a live and let live attitude," Fi said after Eugene finished his proposal and Dawn added her comments. "And while I prefer machines to magic," she shot Tamika a look before the techno-wizard could claim their were the same thing - or at least, not mutually exclusive, "I don't have anything against wizards specifically. Just not my thing. I just like making things, fixing things. And I won't disagree the sitch in North America needs some fixing. But that's big picture stuff, and I'm kinda small." She smirked self-deprecatingly. "Some support wouldn't go amiss, I'd admit. But I like moving around. Don't mean I ain't interested. I'd just like to here more before signing anything official-like. Maybe work something out like consultants or contractors, eh?"
  7. "Correct me if I'm wrong," BB asked Firanis sotto voce, since Eugene was making a speech and BB didn't want to be that guy (cyborg), "but I thought we were just stopping here, fixing the Rambler. We aren't seriously hanging around and playing hero, are we?" Beyond that, he had no real objection with the Tomorrow Legion per say - tolerance and diversity was all and well as long as it wasn't trying to bite his metal ass off.
  8. "Long story," said Eugene, nodding to each in turn - as much as he could, given the restrictive nature of the suit. "You mentioned needing an exoframe. How about we head into the town that we got the distress call from, and we can tell you all about ourselves - and perhaps figure out what we can do for each other." After pausing for a while to ensure that the xiticix weren't about to swarm back for a counteroffensive, and ensuring that anything volatile in the stash of gear that was embedded in the hive's walls was properly handled, the group headed back to town. Tamika and Glitter Girl hugged, both happy to be alive; Adam and his charge made themselves scarce, muttering something about needing to move on. Simon limped out to meet the group, eyebrow raised at the new additions, but not getting ready to draw down just yet - especially with a Glitter Boy in tow. Eugene declined to disembark from the Glitter Boy, but the others were quite happy to indulge in the booze that Grep helpfully brought out into the street. Ianoko and Xelphina exchanged a look of mutual empathy; the Beef Warrior went into the slightly fuzzy torpor that was common for a juicer on downtime; the ley line walker just drank to get their strength back. The dog soldier Dawn pulled off her helmet and put on a bright purple wig that clipped into place from some kind of subdermal attachment system in her skull; off any odd glances, she just said she liked to look pretty. Eugene began, once everyone was settled. "In war, there are the winners, there are the losers, and then, there are the survivors. The Tomorrow Legion is the third category. "We are people who've taken a look at the way that the winds are blowing in North America, and we don't like what we see, and we've decided to do something about it. Our leadership includes Lord Coake of the cyber-knights - " Eugene nodded towards Dawn. "As well as the scholar Erin Tarn, and many of the political leaders of more thoughtful, progressive communities, such as Lazlo. We've taken a look at the war between Tolkeen and the Coalition, and the other war brewing between the Federation and the Coalition, and we're endeavoring to help anyone potentially caught in the crossfire - and perhaps, head off the fight altogether. "Our members come from all walks of life - magicians, psionicists, pilots, soldiers, scholars, humans, mutants, d-bees and dragons. Our credo is that there's a better way to live than the fascism and bigotry of the Coalition's imperialism, or the blood sacrifices and horrors of the Federation's manatocracy. And seeing as how you are situated very close to both of these great powers, if a war does come you'll be in the thick of it. I'm sure you'd like to have some protectors - " Eugene waved towards Phere, Squidge, Fi and BB. "And they in turn would like some institutional and logistical support. We, in turn, would like a presence in the region as well. "If you're interested, we can talk more. Our chief condition is that we need to be tolerant of other's differences, as long as those differences don't involve intolerance in and of themselves, and attempt to understand how the world impacts us all differently, and how best to form a solidarity that protects us all and allows us to live with dignity in this world." "Or as an ol' pre-cataclysm show would say: infinite diversity in infinite combinations." Dawn smiled, and held up a furry hand in a difficult-looking hand gesture. Eugene looked a little embarrassed, but didn't dispute the statement.
  9. "Yeah, well, it's what we know," Firanis added, giving the over-muscled Juicer a cautious glance. Juicers put her on edge - they always seemed on the verge of exploding. "I found him skirting through Tolkeen after... y'know. Patched him up, and like BB said, he's stuck around." She smirked, half exasperated, half fond. "Probably for the beer more than anything else." Fi's main attention remained on the Glitterboy however. She couldn't help but be intrigued by the pre-Cataclysm technology, still in top working order despite the centuries. "Call me Fi. I'm an Engineer, Mechanic, and general Operator from Ishpeming. Northern Gun? But I've traveled around North America a fair bit, fixing things here and there to make my way." And doing a few other things, but probably best not to mention who else I've worked for at the moment. Watts scampered from the Red Rambler and scurried up to perch on Fi's armored shoulder, who shifted and steadied herself under the adorable, red racoon-ish animal. Watts chittered and chirped excitedly and Fi scritched him under the chin. "This bugger is Watts." Firanis arched a coy, curious brow. "Tomorrow Legion, hmm? I've been around North America, the Federation of Magic not so much." Not ever, really. "But I ain't heard of you lot before. Where do you guys call home?"
  10. BB thumbed his nose at the retreating SAMAS, or gave that sort of air, since he didn't have a nose. So these were the Tomorrow Legion people. Funny mixed group. Didn't seem like mercenaries. Hearing Phere and Squidge's story didn't really change anything - there was that sense they were former Coalition to begin with. At least they got out of those jackbooted Dead Boys. "I'm me, BB Rodriguez. Not much to say. I'm a cyborg, I wandered around for a bit. Fi helped me out so I've been tagging along with her." "That's it?" Beef Warrior asked dryly. The cyborg shrugged. "Well, yes." So he didn't remember anything before waking up a cyborg. No big deal. Probably some Average Joe Schmo who could only dream of being as awesome as BB was now.
  11. "Squidge and I have been partners for some time. And like she said, our eyes were opening. The final straw was the war. The Coalition was no better than their enemy. Both doing horrific things and justifying it to themselves." Phere said, as she rose and cradled her rifle, stepping closer again. "The final straw was when we were needlessly sacrificed on an opp. The order came down and we obeyed because we thought that command had intel and knew what it was doing." Phere explained. "Squidge and I made it out, barely, but I lost my entire pack that day." the large, intimidating psi-stalker sighed, with the loss she felt was apparent both on her face and in her voice. "After that, command thought we were all dead, so Squidge and I saw no reason to correct them and left, making sure to stop at a supply depot on our way out." she said with a shrug. Phere held out an arm, looking over the armor plates as she spoke again, "This is the new, advanced prototype stuff. Even better protection than what the Spec-Ops boys get."
  12. "That was a pretty good summary, Phere, you did fine," Squidge reproves. She then looks at the newcomers, the 'legion.' "I was an interrogator," the psychic says, and quickly adds, "Not torture. Telepathy. For awhile, I bought the state line about how the evictions and purges were to protect people. But...the thing about living another person's memories is that it's really hard to see them as 'not people' after that." She shakes her head. "For awhile I went on, because if I got information then they didn't necessarily get remanded to another unit for other kinds of interrogation, but in the end...I couldn't justify it. For every legitimate threat my unit went after, there were dozens of people who's lives we ruined, or just took away. As long as I was part of that, I wasn't protecting anyone, no matter how...nice I tried to be about it." "So! Phere and me are trying to get a new start. Like she said, we only just met these others but they seem like decent people..." The psychic eyed the towering dark knight for a moment, then shrugged. "Decent enough."
  13. Phere's vibroblades retracted once the Super SAMAS squad was a good distance away. At the hologram's question, she replied. "I'm Phere, and that's Squidge, Firanis, BB and Tamika." she said, nodding to each. "Squidge and I were part of Psi Bat, but we got fed up with the Coalition bullshit, seeing they were just as bad as the 'monsters' they claimed to fight... probably worse, during the war. So we left." she explained and then nodded toward Squidge. "Squidge can probably explain it better." she said with a shrug of her broad shoulders. "The others we just met, but we all stepped up and took out that hive fragment, so good in my book." she added as she stepped out of the cluster of gathered people. Phere took a knee and brought up her rifle, watching the SAMAS depart through her scope, making sure they were indeed departing.
  14. The SAMAS squadron was quiet for long, tense moments - with the reinforcements, the battle was looking far less one-sided, though still not a sure thing. Finally, the SAMAS commander spoke. "Don't let us see you again, or we might forget to forget you were here." The warning delivers, the squadron turned its jets upwards, and took off, returning to whatever forward operating base they came from. The others approached, they ley line walker still looking drained, supported by the d'norr and the juicer. The pilot of the glitter boy paused, not too far from the group, and a fuzzy holo-projection of his face appeared in front of him. He was what they used to call African-American, with the interface HUD covering the upper half of his face, even in hologram. The dog boy walked forward, and now the group could see that she was really a dog girl - with some kind of unusual psychic signature that tickled Phere's senses. The dog girl and Phere locked eyes, and there was no doubt in both Phere's mind and Squidge's that she was ex-Coalition as well. As for the Glitter Boy itself, it was unquestionably pre-Cataclysm technology, and barring a few nicks and scratches it still shone with all the colors of a rainbow. "You have us pegged, ma'am," said the holographic projection of the glitter boy pilot. "We're with the Tomorrow Legion. It looks like you took care of the hive for us, though, so we're at a bit of a loss..." "Could give 'em the pitch," said the dog girl. "Hmmm." The pilot thought it over, then nodded. "How about we introduce ourselves. I'm Eugene, this young fuzzy lady is Dawn, and to your right is Xelphina, Nystri The Magnificent, and the Beef Warrior." He pointed to the d'norr, the mage, and the juicer in turn. "We're essentially a response team, helping out places that need protection from nightmarish forces both human and inhuman, which is why we responded to your general distress call. Now, would you like to tell us a little bit about yourselves...?"
  15. "What's it to you if I die? "I mean, I'm not much better than she is to you, right?" Phere asked, her naturally blackened eyes narrowed, showing no signs of backing down. She glanced over to Squidge and asks, "Is that what they call it when you escape the people that kidnapped you as a child? Desertion?" only to shrug and then turn back to the SAMAS. When the Glitter Boy fired, Phere still stood her ground, though a small, almost predatory smile tugged at the corners of her lips. ""If you had the kind of juice with high command to call in a death's head bombing run, then this place would be cratered already rather than you risking facing a swam of these bugs. No. Instead they sent you guys in, and you got here just in time to see us handle our shit ourselves, while you needed Super SAMAS to mop up our leftovers." she commented as she looked over the SAMAS. "So you're faced witha choice now. You can either take the 'thanks' an leave, or you can stay and make what'll likely be the the biggest mistake of what'll be your tragically short life. So what'll it be? The carrot, or the stick?" she asked with the vibroblades extended from Phere's vambraces with an audible hum as she stepped closer to the SAMAS. "It makes no difference to me, because one way or the other you'll be gone in a few minutes an me and mine will be having beers. The choice is yours." Phere knew that Squidge would be... disappointed.... but right now, she really did not care. The SAMAS' comment and casual disregard for non-human life had struck a nerve with her, considering Tamika risked her life and fought along side the rest of them to destroy the hive and save the town, and that said a lot about her in Phere's book.
  16. I was waiting too, but I can post something I guess. And having a rule like that only slows things is the players do not know about it. Heh.
  17. I think in this case folks might have been waiting to see what the Coalition was gonna do...dunno! As for continuing, I'd love to...but if you're not sure if you'll have time/energy, then no hard feelings if you focus on real-life concerns! Congrats on going back to school by the way. Best of luck to you!
  18. Things are okay. I just have an informal rule of "wait for half or more of the players to post before progressing the game." But since it's been brought up: do folks want me to continue? Bearing in mind I am heading into full-time school in the fall, so if I have to cut back on any games, I'd as soon as cut back on the ones not seeing much activity.
  19. At the sight of the SAMAS squadron, Fi had immediately begun edging towards the Red Rambler, booting up the engine and weapon system via commands through her pipboy. Which wasn't to say her eyes didn't linger on the flying power armor. Every mechanic and engineer she knew was terribly interested in the tech of the new Coalition army that had been rolled out just before the war on Tolkeen. They must have a cache of pre-Cataclysm schematics or something... Her piqued interest heightened into almost gushing desire at the tremendous BOOOOM over head and she zoomed in her vision on the chrome-plated figure began approaching with several others in tow. Now there was pre-Cataclysm tech she'd always wanted to get her hands on. But Glitter Boy Jockeys were also so touchy about others poking at their fantastic toy. She was sure once she got her hands on one, she could put it back together... after a few shots at taking it apart... Probably. She glanced at the Glitter Boy's companions doubtfully - they were a varied lot, but all in all, they seemed less inclined to indiscriminate slaughter. Her eyes returned to the Glitter Boy, or rather on his armor. The chrome-plating had a retro style, though it was less effective with modern day variable-frequency lasers. "So I take it, you guys are the Tomorrow Legion who sent out that message earlier?" Fi asked, nodding at the Glitter Boy, Dog Boy, Juicer, Ley Line Walker, and D-Bee with her pointed chin, then jerking a thumb at the asshole wearing the 'Grinning Demon'. Rank and Insignia or no Rank and Insignia, they seemed CS to her. "Not them? Thanks to y'all for help with the mop-up, but I think Prince's Landing has it in hand now. Unless either of you have a spare hip-actuator you're willing to part with?"
  20. The pilot of the Super SAMAS was almost visibly disgusted as Phere moved in front of Tamika. "You really want to die for a fuckin' d-bee, deserter?" From the tone of his voice, all doubts as to whether or not the pilot was Coalition - or at least a strong sympathizer - evaporated. "I dunno, squad. Hive doesn't look fully destroyed to me. I figure we ought to call in a death's head, carpet bomb the area with plasma bombs. If that town over there gets destroyed, well, shit happens - " The SAMAS was cut off as a sonic boom washed out over the field - literally washed over it, the crops swaying from the noise. All of the SAMAS immediately turned in the direction it came from - which was towards the ley line. Half a mile away, glinting in the sun, the group could make out the telltale visual profile of a glitter boy, racking its boom gun with one hand while its other was holding a more conventional heavy rifle. The SAMAS were all uninjured - either the pilot had missed, or wasn't aiming at anything. Its gun racked, it began to advance. The group could make out others advancing with it as well - some kind of d-bee with horns similar to Ianoko's, a human spellcaster in telltale ley line walker armor, what looked like a juicer, and what looked like a Coalition dog soldier. The d-bee and the juicer were supporting the ley line walker, who looked ready to collapse in exhaustion, but they all looked ready for a fight. The Glitter Boy pilot went on loudspeaker - his voice was deep and self-assured. "Sorry. My finger slipped. I agree with that woman's advice, and I suggest our friendly neighborhood SAMAS squadron take it."
  21. Squidge quickly held her hands up at head level to show they were empty. In her case it wasn't more than a symbolic gesture...but symbols had real power. "Guys, look, blood's a little high after a fight, but we're not enemies here. The Federation of Magic warped this piece of a hive in. We came to get rid of it before the xiticix claimed the area and wiped out the town here. That's it. Whoever you are, whoever you're with, I think we can agree that's a mission accomplished, right?" She hoped that Phere was right in her analysis. She herself hadn't seen the SAMAS arrive, and looking at the suits she didn't immediately spot standard ID numbers or unit markings, but the Coalition did have some somewhat 'irregular' units that might not have been held to the standard regs on that kind of thing. Especially the ones that operated on the fringe areas. The idea that a merc company could acquire and field that many cutting-edge flying power armor suits from the Coalition was a bit unnerving in itself, truth be told.
  22. Phere tilted her head back and inhaled deeply. Though her could be fully environmentally sealed, she rarely did so since it interfered with her psi-stalker senses. Right now though, despite having just had her hunger sated shortly before, she was feeding once again, soaking in the energy from the dead queen. Blissfully 'full', at least in a psychic sense, she looked over the Grinning Demon, specifically rank and unit insignia and such, for a moment before she stepped between Tamika and the super samas, finally speaking from behind the grim, emotionless visage of her helm. "They're no more Coalition than me an Squidge are." Phere said flatly, "The CS doesn't travel via ley line, and those are not CS markings either." she added, nodding towards the super samas. She was calm, but far from relaxed. These were still new people, an unknown, but they had helped. "The radio message said they were the 'Tomorrow Legion', whatever that is. Some merc outfit is my guess." she commented with a shrug. Phere knew full well that some of the more unscrupulous mercs sometime plant a threat near a settlement, then show up and 'save' the town and after take the settlement, grateful or not, for all they have to cover their 'fee'. These guys were well-equipped though, they even had the new CS Super SAMAS, so such a petty scam would be well beneath what they could make with legitimate work. Though... the thought that they could be truly altruistic crossed her mind, based off of the radio message, but she had her doubts. "At least they got here in time to help mop up after we did the heavy lifting ourselves." she explained as she slipped off her helm, revealing her pale, hairless head and face, the unmistakable appearance of a psi-stalker. "Still though, it's more than most would do, or anybody else did."
  23. "Fuck off, Dead Boy." BB snapped, letting his own hand drift to his baby railgun. Intellectually, BB knew that egging the SAMAS force on was not the best idea. Emotionally, BB disliked the Dead Boys and to be honest, Phere, Squidge, Tamika and company had helped. "We took care of the Xiticix while you were on your butts." And BB was never exactly used to restraining himself from a fight. "Go back to Chi-Town and beat on some 'Burbans."
  24. As the team made their way back the way they came, the hive suddenly went active again, on high alert. The group had to flatten themselves against the walls to avoid the warriors and hunters buzzing past, costing them precious seconds. For a heart-stopping moment, Squidge thought her telepathic fog had slipped, but BB picked up the reason why - and as soon as radios were turned on, the group found out why. "... say again, this is SAMAS patrol Echo-Niner, squad actual to command. We have eyes on the area where the big flash of light came from and can confirm some d-bee thing made it through a rift. Will circle around to confirm." The team made their way towards the exit, crawling outside the hive - the last of them all but pushed aside by a Xiticix warrior buzzing into the air. They could see a SAMAS patrol - at least a dozen strong - circling up above. The radio transmission continued. "This is Echo-Niner, we have eyes on sai tick - say ti - however you pronounce it, those damn bug things! Requesting immediate carpet bombing of this area - " He was cut off as the improvised explosives detonated, cracking the hive in half and killing the queen instantly. Squidge and Phere could sense its death scream, that slight uptick of psychic energy before a powerful mystical being was taken out of the world. The cloaking field had fallen short, but it didn't matter - between the team's guns and powers for those still close to the hive, and the thunder of railguns, plasma projectors and mini-missiles in the sky above, the bugs were cut to pieces. Bug viscera rained down on them as the firing finally ended, and then the group saw the SAMAS patrol circling them from above - as one of them broke off, landing not too far from them. It was a Super SAMAS pilot, encased in what detractors and sympathizers alike nicknamed "The Grinning Demon" after its distinctive skull-shaped helmet. The pilot turned on his loudspeaker so that they could all hear - it was the same voice as from the radio. He looked them over, and spent a long time staring at Phere and Squidge, and their painted-over but still recognizable armor sets from the war. The visor then turned towards Tamika, and one of the shoulder plasma projectors moved with it, pointing at Tamika. "Well, well," he said. "What have we here."

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