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Lana revisits the White Tower after much contemplating, intent on killing the sadist Don Forrester. However, she makes a grisly discovery, finding everyone, including his family and the mutant girl he had been secretly keeping as his captive all dead. Butchered. Fleeing back to Peach Trees she is left in fear of what she saw but also with thinking she might somehow be accused of the crime despite the fact the Judges had not arrived when she was there. However, despite using her 'face changing' tech to maintain her disguise it seems the Hall of Justice might have a lead on her... (16:27:05 ) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . | Peach Trees Resident | | MC-1 | IC | - [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to ALL: -Finally, she had managed to go back after weeks of quietly obsessing and entertaining that darker half, a side that Lana always knew was there but had been careful about keeping it in check all this time. Seeing the way Red and other sociopaths carried on around the Mega Block helped Lana walk that razor thin line between psychotic and sanity but anytime she became still, in the dead of restless night tossing and turning in her bed, or even just out enjoying a cigarette somewhere, the sounds of those men and the mutie girl found her again…and it made her blood boil with rage.- -But when she caved into her dark urges, what she found in the lavish apartment dwelling of one Don Forrester, business man, proud family man and father, had absolutely chilled Lana to the bone. It had also put her on the run.- -It had been hours since she came across the grisly discovery in the apartment but Lana was still trembling as she remained curled on her couch, cigarette burning and a bottle of liquor left out on the nearby table. The sentient plant called a ‘couch potato’, which were quite illegal now in Mega City on account of the creatures being able to brain wash its owners, sat nearby on a shelf cooing and singing in its pot, aware of the mood its owner was now fallen under and as a result attempting to bring her out of it. Hissing when she recognized she was dangerously close to falling under its sway, Lana, quickly rising from the couch made her way over to the plant staring up at her with two, large brown eyes.- “I told you never to do that.” -Her voice a tight growl followed by the squeal of the plant as she took to crushing her burning cigarette against its wood-like stem. Frowning gently as a wave of guilt came over her afterward hearing the plant whimper she’d ball a fist before reaching for the water bottle she’d begin misting the creature, to sooth both the burn and also its wounded feelings. She hated caring for shit like this but as she sprayed and comforted the plant Lana told herself this thing would fetch a small fortune on the black market.- - However, as the plant uttered a small sound of relief and maybe even forgiveness Lana found herself reflecting back to what had been discovered in the White Tower. So much blood. Everywhere. Headless bodies, some skinned…hanging…bled out. Try as she might Lana couldn’t recall any gangs who left calling cards quite like that but more alarmingly she was left to wonder if there was enough of her DNA left for the Judges to trace. It wasn’t just the magnitude of the violence she had encountered that left Lana shaken, it was the fear of thinking she might somehow be lined to it and accused of it that gripped her…- (16:49:57 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Peach Trees Block ] -Is somewhere within the Peach Trees. Home to some of the more dangerous elements in MC-1 including numerous gangs inhabiting the various levels of the block and fighting for control.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...the scene in the White Towers had reached the highest levels in the Halls of Justice. It was rumored the Chief Justice had even been made aware of it due to the sheer brutality of the crime scene. Of course this was all rumor, Mega City One had seen its share of gruesome scenes in the past but few of them ever occurred in the upper echelons like the White Tower. That key factor made all of this a bit of an oddity. There was more as well such as the surveillance in the building revealing little in the way of a perpetrator. No one was seen entering that apartment. No one that was deemed high risk in regards to that kind of violence anyways. One person was seen leaving the apartment on the surveillance videos however and her appearance in the White Tower was enough to raise an eyebrow....Lana Dietrich.... ....the call had come down from the Halls of Justice. Protocol was broken to some extent however I hadn't been compromised. Even when you think people are looking at you it turns out that half the time they're looking the other way. Interrogating Lana was now a primary responsibility of mine but I had to do it casually, make it look like it was something other than what it was. That's where Sweet Vic came in, the sugar man had come into another score and he knew that Lana liked a bit extra. Plus Sweet Vic's motive was that he hadn't seen Lana for awhile now and was just coming to check in on her. Even in Peach Trees people had a heart, not all of them but some.... ...the Red Vancer gang controlled level 89 but I'd been integrated into Peach Tree's long enough that most of them recognized my face now. I even had dealings with some of the low level members trading them sugar for a free pass through the level. It was something small, something that could be built on. Once I'd move down one of the corridors towards Lana's apartment I'd have hit the intercom outside the door, then knocked on it several times before calling out...."Lana."...I said casually...."Hey Lana, it's Vic. I've got a top up for you."...always keep the customer happy right? or in this case always keep Lana happy was the cover.... (17:15:06 ) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . | Peach Trees Resident | | MC-1 | IC | - [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: -Lana was still ‘spritzing’ the little plant when the knock came to her door followed by a familiar voice still trying to mask itself in words that did not quite suit it, and looking up from her task Lana considered for a moment ignoring the man on the other side of her door. She found him to be an occasionally fun distraction now and again mostly when she couldn’t resist her urges any longer but beyond that she didn’t know that she fully trusted him. He wasn’t Peach Trees born and yet he seemed to always be around on the peripheral, never making any real big waves, but certainly waiting. Lana did not have such a great ego that she thought he was waiting for her or anything, but setting the water bottle down while staring at the unnamed plant basking in the water dripping from its tendrils Lana eventually turned toward the door finding that as she grew closer to it her stride lengthened…and her heart raced with anticipating climbing through her such that when the door finally opened you’d be greeted with the sight of a slightly disheveled woman still wet from a shower, smelling of booze and reaching for the front of your shirt in order to pull you in. She didn’t need sugar or her supposed fix given she rarely sampled your wares outside of a few enjoyable tastes now and again. What she did need was to forget what she had seen earlier which is why after inviting and hauling you inside her apartment Lana was soon crushing her lips to yours, not in a passion fueled frenzy of pent up desire, but of someone hunting and searching for something to replace an unwanted memory or feeling for the time being. Lana being slightly more on the primal side was never one for talking after all so it was no surprise she didn’t bother to greet you, but whatever she was experiencing right now wouldn’t come out through words…only in actions…something had her upset, spooked, off balance and even without conveying this in words it was evident in her actions as she was soon quickly working her hands over you in an attempt to get you out of your clothes. Clearly your suspect wouldn’t be worked in the usual subtle ways.- (17:33:20 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Peach Trees Block ] -Is somewhere within the Peach Trees. Home to some of the more dangerous elements in MC-1 including numerous gangs inhabiting the various levels of the block and fighting for control.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ..."Hey La---"....was about all I managed to blurt out before a hand gripped the front of my shirt and I was pulled inside and out of the corridor with the door sliding shut behind me. Not that I was complaining when Lana hauled me into her apartment and locked her mouth to mine looking for something physical but it was clear from her body language and appearance that something had her shaken. Just looking at her and I could tell that this wasn't the normal Lana and sure we'd fucked before but there was something different about all of this and I caught on quickly. She was on the hunt for something to distract her but distract her from what was the real mystery. What was bothering her? As her hands quickly worked over me I'd have started to shed my own clothes quickly, my belt came loose and my pants came free and my shirt came off revealed a toned and chiselled exterior underneath as it was sent pooling to the floor. My own hands came to Lana's frame, pressing over her hip and up against her curves as I moved easily to help her shed whatever she might have been wearing even if it was just as simple as a towel so that I could feel the heat of her body underneath the rough surface of my hands. Our kiss was not passionate but it was raw and frenzied and it tasted like the booze I could smell clinging to her. Touching her as we went deeper into her apartment I'd have pushed her back towards a wall so that I could press up against her there, slide a hand down her hip to hook behind her leg and lift it while my hips rolled forward into her and I'd tilt my head to press my mouth into her neck. An interrogation like this was something I seemed to be able to fall into relatively easily..."And a hello to you too."...was blurted out as I fell into line with her unspoken demands and needs.... (17:47:07 ) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . | Peach Trees Resident | | MC-1 | IC | - [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: -Lana was relieved you didn’t try to resist or further stall her with questions, even ones expressing concern for even while you shed your clothing and helped hers off Lana could see the unspoken questions in your eyes: What was all this about? It wasn’t about you that was for sure though Lana had felt something the last time they had encountered one another when they retired here to spend the night fucking it all out. She came away feeling more certain than ever that you were a liar, exceptional and at ease with it but Lana had drifted away afterward, forgetting you as she became all consumed in her darker half, that half that had whispered to her all this time, telling her to find and kill Don Forrester. Someone had beaten her to it but in ways not even she, twisted as she was by life in the Peach Trees, could ever imagine. And as the images of the apartment flashed back into her thoughts, Lana, now pressed against a wall, clung harder to you, nearly climbing the wall to wrap her arms around your shoulders and neck to continue smothering you with a deepening kiss meant to overpower any thoughts of speaking. However, sharply twisting away to look at the sentient plant in its pot, now cooing and singing with watching the intimate pair, she’d growl.- “Stop that.”-Before looking to you, aware of how strong you actually were, Lana felt a small pang of regret that she hadn’t been able to waste Forrester herself and that she hadn’t managed to rope you into doing it with her. Another bloody test to strip away the layers disguising whatever truth about you that had yet to surface, although one has to wonder why an individual as perceptive as Lana hadn’t unravelled it all by now and figured you out. Searching your face as it loomed before hers still while the taste of you flooded her mouth to clash with the booze she’d blurt out.- “Have you ever killed anyone?”-Not exactly the type of talk one expects in the heat of the moment but leaning forward to lash her tongue across your jawline and neck, closer toward your ear while her body writhed against yours, it was clear Lana was not asking for any of this to stop…but that she was unable to fully escape whatever it was still haunting her. She wanted to forget what she saw but in the pursuit of denial Lana found herself over thinking it all, something that just wasn’t her.- (17:53:18 ) Wybie : Leaves... (18:06:21 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Peach Trees Block ] -Is somewhere within the Peach Trees. Home to some of the more dangerous elements in MC-1 including numerous gangs inhabiting the various levels of the block and fighting for control.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...Don Forrester, the name didn't mean anything to me beyond one that I may have seen briefly in a file describing the crime scene in the White Towers. Even then I only knew fragments, I was only told what I Needed to know and I had been sent to Lana with the hopes of learning more, of learning anything really. Pushed back into the wall, climbing up it Lana would discover the sturdy bulk of my shoulders were easily able to support her. In fact after she'd climbed the wall and I felt her arms wrapping around my shoulders and neck it seemed like my hands had shifted so that either of them could seize her by the hips and support her weight while I sunk deeply between her thighs. Only the sound of her voice and the sight of that grotesque Couch Potato in my peripheral broke my concentration and only then until then next time I thrust into her. As she searched my face, the taste of the drink contrasting with her own against my lips I'd have broken cue briefly when I heard her question...."What?"...even Peach Trees it's not as though you expected someone to ask you something like this while you were in the middle of the act and intimately pressed to one another but...."A few. Why?"....I didn't elaborate, Lana didn't need to know how many men I'd killed but as a Judge I didn't need to lie about the fact I'd killed men to keep my cover the answer was as honest as they'd come. It did make this situation with Lana curiouser and curiouser though. Was she a killer? Maybe. Did she kill Don Forrester? I didn't know. As the wetness of her tongue painted a trail across my jawline and neck on its way closer to my ear my hips would buck harder, I would slam into Lana and consequently send her rocking back against the wall of her apartment. If anyone was listening there'd be no mistaken what was going on here. My peripherals caught sight of something else again, it was that ugly spud and I'd half groan out while rocking into her writhing form...."God I hate that ugly fucking thing."...maybe I just didn't like it looking at me while I was fucking its owner, maybe I just didn't like it period. As for Lana, why hadn't she found me out? Maybe because she was always looking in the wrong places.... (18:16:35 ) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . | Peach Trees Resident | | MC-1 | IC | - [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: “I haven’t.”-She said in response but when you continued on, eager it seemed to also forget whatever brought you here Lana grew irate hearing you speak about the couch potato that way for some inexplicable reason. Shoving and kicking you away she’d attempt to land a smack to the left side of your face before stating.-“Don’t say that.”-Clearly she cared about the simple little plant more than she liked to admit but after a moment with realizing how tense she had become, and how quickly she had shifted gears Lana turned toward the table where the booze was left out. Running her fingers through her short dark hair still damp from the shower she’d swipe the bottle to begin chugging the liquor down before admitting to herself she couldn’t sit on this any longer. Nor could she just fuck to forget it all. Looking to the plant that had grown subdued, closing its eyes with the green leaves sprouting from its tendrils now hanging lip in dejected fashion, Lana would finally turn back to offer you the bottle.- “I see something today. Something…bad.”-The word she was searching for eluded her but it was much more than bad though rather than struggle for the right word Lana continued, unaware that you knew something of what she had been up today although you and those you answered to came to the wrong conclusions.- “And I am afraid I will be blamed for it. A Peach Trees resident at a murder scent in the White Tower … there is no way anyone will believe I’m innocent.”-Just then even though she had held the bottle out to you Lana overcome with agitation would pull it back to drink from, hoping to drown and numb her anxiety with the moonshine.- |
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(18:31:20 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...it appeared as though I was eager to help Lana forget before we were to deep into the act a single wrong phrase seemed to have ended all that. Lana pushed me away, I stumbled back a few steps and before I could recover she had delivered a swift cuff to the side of my face that caused me to lift my hand and place it against my jaw. Such a contrast of sensations when moments ago her tongue had been on my jawline and now it stung thanks to her aggitation at what I'd said. Looking at her I kept my cool and replied...."I'll try not to in the future."....meaning I wouldn't speak ill of the Couch Potato that Lana seemed to secretly care for if I could help it but then sometimes things slipped out too. Reaching for the bottle that Lana offered me I only said..."What did you see?"...but then when she drew it back to swallow down another mouthful and drink down her memories while explaining it all to me I couldn't help but act with some concern...."What were you doing in the White Tower?"....hey could she blame me for asking her? If our places were reversed Lana would have been instantly suspicious of anything I said when the White Tower came out in the same sentence. Anyone going there was either involved in something heavy or worse is usually the first though. Lana had no reason to lie to me though and so as she professed her innocence about a crime that she had no idea I already knew about I'd have said..."I believe you Lana. I believe you're innocent."...she'd mentioned murder scene on her own and while I probed for answers I didn't push it or try to force anything out of her. Lana Dietrich was guilty of many things but she was no murderer. Moving closer to her I'd reach for the bottle she'd initially offered me, I figured standing there naked and listening ot her story I might as well have a drink too.... (18:46:32 ) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . | Peach Trees Resident | | MC-1 | IC | - [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: -After you accepted the bottle Lana curled back into the couch, drawing her legs up toward her as she did so while contemplating how she wanted to answer your question. In the end she decided to lie as she looked back to the plant who now remained quiet.- “I went there weeks ago to case the joint which is when I discovered the owner was keeping a mutant girl captive.”-She figured you could read between the lines to understand just what that entailed before going on.-“I was going to rob the joint but I couldn’t shake what they had been doing to her when I found out what he was up to….I was going back to get steal her, hold her for ransom, or black mail him. Squeeze a hefty pay out from him.”-Indeed, Lana was far from innocent but turning that bright green gaze upon you again Lana would go on while admiring your physique ever aware that it’s what made you stand out like such a sore thumb around here.-“But when I came back today they were all dead. The girl…Forrester…even his fucking kids. It was just…a blood bath.”-And lifting her hand to her brow Lana fell silent while rubbing her forehead before finally breaking from the small habit of hers she went on.-“What I cannot figure out is why. There was a precision to it all and yet a senselessness at the same time that I cannot understand. It’s something…it’s something Red might do but not against some high level corporate executive. Although fuck I don’t think he’d ever be so demented as to skin and decapitate people, children. I got out of there as quickly as I could and I was disguised but a scene like that means the Judges will go through it all with a fine toothed comb. If they turn up anything leading back to me, I am a goner. I mean shit if they don’t put me away fucking Red sure will.”-After all any heat coming her way was sure to come doubly his way which is why Lana was considering doing the unthinkable and hitting the pavement to run off and lay low for a while. Only question was, where?- (18:59:23 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ....the reports I'd received listed a number of bodies but left out whether they were children, mutants or otherwise. Listening to Lana's recollection seemed to stun me briefly and lifting the bottle to my mouth I took a long and heady drink before lowering it again slowly while she curled up on the couch. This apartment, that couch, even that stupid Potato these were all the things that made up Lana's safe place and it was hard to feel safe when the walls were closing in on you. What she described evoked feelings that were the exact opposite of safe. Frowning briefly it became clear I was thinking but I could only offer Lana so much however coming closer to her, aware she was still staring at me and drinking in the nakedness of my physique I'd hand the bottle back to her while stating...."If the Judges do go over that place with a fine comb like you say they'll have to find some evidence of the person who did all this won't they?"...I was playing dumb, I already knew that the first lead had brought me here to Lana and that I was expected make a report to my superiors soon but...."Whoever this was is sick and a psychopath. Even Red wouldn't do this."...I agreed...."Maybe mutants?"....I offered seeming to draw the conclusion, something that snuck in from the Cursed Earth and was now running wild or worse. Gazing at Lana I'd have stepped in a bit though, reached out to press a hand over her shoulder in an attempt to console her beyond the physical...."Don't do anything crazy. Red doesn't know shit and he doesn't need to. Keep it all on the level. If you want we can switch apartments. The Judges don't need to find you here."....my apartment was on a lower level, unprotected by the Red Vancer gang but if the -Judges- showed up at least Lana wouldn't be here waiting for them and it would buy her some time.... (19:10:54 ) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . | Peach Trees Resident | | MC-1 | IC | - [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: -For a moment Lana did consider it could be mutants that did this but that didn’t explain why they’d kill their own, or let alone target just that apartment. She also wondered if this wasn’t some kind of inside thing, maybe something involving Hexia Corp. But when you dismissed any notion that this was Red she hardly felt relaxed or calm, and with a small frown she’d shrug your hand off because..hey..they fuck, they don’t console one another. In fact, she was now accurately aware of how much she had poured out to you, in actual words. Feeling self conscious of this fact she would reach for another cigarette to busy her hands and to keep her lips from moving any more than was needed. It was also a habit you seemed to dislike without actually telling her as much so it become another barrier, a shield to continue holding you at bay as she attempted to reclaim lost ground.-“I could stay in your place, I guess. Only then I’d have to worry about some skank getting the wrong idea and trying to put a knife into me.”-Her sarcastic words wreathed in the smoke she exhaled after lighting her cigarette to relax on the couch and consider her options, as well just how wise it was telling you any of this. If anything it was now leverage and Lana resented the smallest notion that this could be used against her. She was the one who maintained a position of power in almost all her interactions and it was not an easy place to be now, on the verge of having to trust someone who she still had a funny feeling about.- “And mutants? Perhaps. I heard there are communes deep under the city…maybe they got sick of lurking in the ground…”-Her voice distant as she spoke indicating Lana didn’t quite believe what she was saying.- (19:26:07 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...shrugging my hand off didn't seem to phase me because like Lana knew we only fucked, we weren't here to console one another though I had shown some remorse hearing her story. Whether it was as genuine as it appeared was something that Lana would have to find out later on in time. As she took a cigarette I inadvertently backed away a step, maybe it was so programmed into me that I couldn't help it but I detested cigarettes even though I didn't admit to it. As the conversation turned to skanks that might try to put a knife in Lana then mutants I could sense that she didn't altogether believe what she was saying but I replied that...."Mutants are everywhere. In the City, outside of it. I wouldn't doubt there are some here in Peach Tree's."...but that's all I said, I had access to more information than Lana and I could attest to the fact that not all mutants were hulking brutes or deformed creatures, some were quite capable of passing as one of us. I laughed then, I found something funny but I didn't tell Lana what it was right away..."Nobody wants to mess with you Lana. I think if any skanks saw you near my apartment they'd stay away."....my jaw set then as I glanced around before saying...."Not much room for your furniture but you can bring your pet."....I looked at the Couch Potato who had gone silent, I didn't have the type of mind that was easily manipulated so I wasn't overly worried I just couldn't get over how damn ugly that thing was and I was hoping it wouldn't be a nuisance. Anyways there it was. "In a few days this will all blow over."....I'd learned what I needed to from Lana, I'd file a report and keep the street Judges away from her door while keeping everything else I'd learned for myself. Lana was a valuable resource right now but eventually I'd have to choose between judging her and letting her disappear.... (19:35:04 ) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . | Peach Trees Resident | | MC-1 | IC | - [ Peach Trees Block - Mid Levels - Rylana's Apartment ] -Somewhere within the personal dwelling of Lana Dietrich located on block level 89. This level is and all those who live on it are provided protection by Red Vancer and his gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . .: “You know a lot about mutants.”-She remarked with some amount of suspicion in her voice but tapping the ash from her burning cigarette into an empty cup nearby Lana seemed to veer away from accusing you knowing –too- much about mutants. However, your last statement elicited a small frown indicating she was not so sure this would all just simply blow over, and unfolding her long, lean legs Lana would rise to stand in front of you again.-“Speaking of blowing…”-Her voice thick with suggestion she’d reach for your hand to draw you in the direction of the bedroom nearby, away from the sentient plant you so despised, so that they could continue what she started. It was he way of apologizing but also stating in her own unique way that she was fine and feeling better now. Once again the walls were going up even as she was inviting you to become intimate again, a paradox that Lana recognized but didn’t much care about. She was feeling the effects of the booze and free of some of the weight of her fear after your assurances and offer of sanctuary, it was time to let loose…-(and also eat rt lol) |
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