ANGEL WINGS
DISCLAIMER: OK 'Black Widow', it's all yours. First I wanna thank Mr T for the use of his Angels and stuff. Then I wanna thank everyone else who has been allowing us to use their creations here like Thom Beers for the use of his ice road truckers Hugh, Drew, Rick, Eric, Alex and Bear. I took the liberty of naming the 3WA academy in Furool City on Shimougou after Mr Haruka Takachiho in honour of his creations- the Angels. How was that, Yuri? Great, kiddo. Oh hai it sure was, Kei! Now since we left ya up in the air last time let's get to Ch 30 without any further meandering, shall we? Can the Ninjas and soul reapers and vampires really save the yobi er day? Stay tuned and find out. Here they come!
CHAPTER 30
'Talk or Die!' or 'Blue Meets A Pirate From the Past'
"Everything OK, Boss? You sent us the signal and here we are. C'mon kid, wake up." said Kakashi Sensei, holding a small vial of amyl nitrite under her nostrils. Kei came to suddenly and started coughing.
"Naruto. Water." he commanded the Ninja teen handed him his canteen. "Here, Boss. Now sip it slowly. You may have a concussion. Sakura, please check her out." added the masked Jonin. Sakura felt Kei's head and the redhead winced in pain.
"Sorry ma'am but you do have a nasty bump there. (She glanced around the hallway and frowned.) Oro the Hell did you hit anyway? There's absolutely nothing here!" said the Ninja nurse.
"Dammit to Hell! Some baka idiot has fused all the doos shut, Kashi!" yelped Rukia.
"Shut up before someone hears us, Rukia!" cautioned Neji.
Kei sat up and handed Naruto back his canteen. Then she waved off Sakura's attempted ministrations.
"Arigatou kid but I'm OK now. Shit! I must've crashed headfirst into Hugh's antique rig! Sorry Rukia but I'm the baka idiot that fused all the doors shut. In hindsight not exactly a really great idea I admit. Kashi? Johnny Berringer's gunsels up here are all trapped in either the bridge or his ready room forward. They're sealed in as well. Can you guys get in there somehow?" asked the Boss.
He smiled. "Sure Angel Lady but I'll have to blow away half of the damned wall to do it. That OK with you?" asked the Ninja Sensei.
Kei shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. It ain't our ship so oro the Fxxx? I don't care. Just go ahead and do your thing, boyo." replied Kei.
Vickie walked over and clamped a plain looking bracelet on Kei's wrist. "The vac- er I mean Commander Donovan told me to make darned sure I put that thing on your wrist first thing when we got to you, Boss." said 'Police Girl' but she looked confused.
"And why she wanted'Police Girl' to deliver jewelry to you on a mission is truly beyond me." said a bored looking Alucard who was loading a long barrelled six shot pistol which would've made 'Dirty Harry' Callahan go green with envy.
Kei smiled. "Watch carefully." she instructed and tapped the bracelet. For a very brief nano-second the kawaii redhead went totally au natural and then a red/black no nonsense 3WA winter uniform complete with battle armour and weapons materialized on her person. On either hip suddenly appeared a holstered Mark XIII ion cannon while her gloved hands were now cradling a plasma rifle.
"A 'morphing' bracelet. Yuri probably figured that they'd take mine away from me along with the rest of my jewelry arsenol- which they did. Now if you will be so kind as to do the honours, Sensei I think it's high time that we kick some ass, don't you?" said Kei grimly.
"If they did take away all of your goodies then how'd ya manage to Fxxx up all of the doors?" asked Hugh the Polar Bear who had just arrived and was feeling around for his truck.
"The morons allowed me to keep my headband and I had a minilaser sword hilt hidden underneath it. Here. Try these, Hugh. They'll help ya to find your rig." replied Kei and she tossed the ice roader a pair of multi-coloured specs not unlike ancient Terran 3-D glasses.
"There she is! Hello there girl. Did ya miss me? (He turned to Kei) I'm driving the getaway car eh, Boss? (She nodded) Then I'll just fire up the old 'Crow's Nest' so we can turn and burn, ma'am! Give 'em Hell, Reds!" hooted a jovial Polar Bear as he climbed up and into empty air!
Meanwhile up the hall Kakashi made a few hand gestures and suddenly the tall Jonin Ninja was holding a glowing green energy globule between the palms of both of his hands.
"Lightning blade jutsu! HA!" he cried and pressed the orb into and through the bridge portals which suddenly disappeared along with the ready room door and half of the bulkhead wall in a deafening explosion. A quick chop rom Neji disarmed Lex Luthor while a spinning pivot kick from Nurse Sakura laid Shade down for the count.
ZANG! A bolt from Kei's plasma rifle stung Komica's hand and he dropped the 'kanai' (stone dagger) he'd been in the act of throwing at Kakashi Sensei.
WHAM! A hard right from Rukia and Orochimaru was out cold.
"Going somewhere, were we?" asked a grinning Ryuuk scaring the Hell out of poor John Berringer who unloaded a full magazine of disruptor ionic energy bolts into the horrifying 'Shinigami' spectre.
He stood there petrified until- 'Hey Johnny!" He turned and POW! Leona's left cross sent him reeling into the outstretched arms of Raven, Blackfire and Hinata.
"Forgive me please, sir." said Hinata Hyuga as the touch of her 'gentle fist' jutsu sent the gang leader into Dreamland.
"NAI!" yelled Kei as she launched heself between Hinata and Berringer just an instnt too late.
"Oro is wrong, ma'am?" asked the young Genin Ninja girl in a soft timid childish voice.
"I needed him to call off his wolves, Sweetie! Now oro the Hell are we gonna do?" she yelled.
Then they all blinked and let out a collective "Fucking Ass!"
Attention all hands! This is John Berringer speaking. I hereby order you to lay down your arms and surrender. That is an order. It is all over and unfortunately we have lost. Tat is all." said Ryuuk who was speaking into a PA mike held by Raven while he hovered over the console and the grinning death god sounded exactly like John Berringer!
"Neji! Take the team and sweep the decks! Round 'em up and lock 'em in the brig! (Kakashi grabbedKomica) Where's the brig, Four Aizu (Eyes)? ("Deck Five curse you t Hell!" was the Jonin's answer) You heard, Neji? (He nodded) Then why are you guys still here? Your orders, Madam Reds?" asked the Sensei.
Kei raised her voice. "Mugghi? Fly this tub to the airfield where our other 'Angels' are docked. Alucard? Tell Hugh that we won't be needing his rig aftr all and to gt his ass over here to the bridge stat! Raven! Find 'Black Widow' and bring her directly to me. I'll be in oro's left of John's ready room. Well done guys but we do have one more little erand to run before we turn and burn for home. After our prisoners have been safely stowed away post a guard. Five should do it. We'll convene in the rec room in an hour. Dismissed." said the Boss and the bridge quickly emptied out.
Neji and Hinata's 'Bayakugan Aizu' (Far seeng eyes) located all of Johnny's goons and with everyone's help they had all been secured in the brig.
"Hold it sister! Neji! Ain't she the spider lady creep that Auntie Kei wants upstairs?" asked Ten Ten.
The Ninja maiden had been beamed over from the 'Angel 3' to help out with the roundup. She had just grabbed 'Black Widow' by her collar and now she shoved her towards Hinata's half-brother who caught the surly haridan bitch before slowly nodding to his compadre.
"Yeah, ya got that right, Ten Ten. She sure the Hell is. Good work. Take her up to the Boss Lady in the ready room. Top floor behind the bridge forward. Got that?" replied Neji.
"Watch her, Tennie! She's real tricky! Better make ure ya search her good, Tennie!" advised Leona.
Ten Ten nodded while she was relieving the Widow of her visible weapons. Then the shorter Ninja girl stuck a strange looking piece of paperor parchment covered with runes (like a sutra or a mantra) onto her prisoner's forehead.
"That is a 'paper bomb', ma'am and all I need to do to detonate it is to snap my fingers. We are going into the Ladies' restrooms now and I am going to search you for concealed weapons- thoroughly. Get moving. No tricks or else." whispered the young Genin Ninja who had not forgotten the harsh indignities suffered by Auntie Yuri and the 'Blonde Bomber' at this evil female's hands. Then she feigned a finger snap. The Widow scowled but complied.
Once inside the restroom Ten Ten sealed the door and pointed her plasma rifle at her charge.
"I was told not to take any chances with you, Madam. Gomen (I'm sorry) but am going to need to have you remove everything that you are wearing and put on one of those kimonos hanging up over there. (The Widow snarled and Ten Ten cocked her weapon. The older henchwoman removed her outer and most of her inner garments until she stood before the younger girl wearing only a brassiere and pantyhose. Then she took down a kimono.) Hey! I said everything off and I damned well meant it, lady! (The Widow lunged and ZANG! a plasma bolt stung her right temple.) I am a crack shot, Madam and I missed on purpose! The next time I will aim further left and I won't miss! Now get 'em off! (Her prisoner yanked off her bra and slid her minibikini underbriefs down and off before pulling on the kimono and belting its obi.) OK. Now put these on and no tricks. (Ten Ten tossed her a pair of forced beam handcuffs. The Widow looked glowing daggers at the kid but she did as she'd been told.) Very good. Face the wall and assume the position. (The Widow angrily did so and slung the rifle across her back. Then she drew her Mark XIII and shoved it into the Widow's spine. Keeping the Mark rammed into the Widow's back she frisked and patted down the older woman very carefully. After that she went through her fuku (clothing) and other belongings using the same amount of care. Her search turned up nothing on the Widow, however, her fanny pouch held a small treasuretrove of goodies including a smallish derringer, a few grenades, some gas vials and a laser blade. Her pockets were stuffed to overflowing with poisons, bombs, guns and blades all of which went down the recycle chute along with every stitch of the fuku. Ten Ten rememberedeverything that Auntie Yuri and Auntie Mae had told her about their treatment and Ten Ten wa not sorry for the Widow not one eensy teensy weensy little bit nosiree!) No shoes for you! You took away Auntie Yuri's and poor Auntie Mae's so you cannot have yours back either! (Ten Ten tossed the Widow's boots down the recycle chute along with their concealed gas bombs and toe blades.) Now march! (Ten Ten reached behind her and released the door. Then she prodded the Widow out through the door, down the hallway and into the lift.) Bridge. The lift carried them swiftly to the very apex of the ship and deposited them outside of the bridge entrance. Ten Ten force marched her charge down the rear hallway to the ready room and tapped on the wall. At a curt "Come in." she ushered her prisoner into the room and slammed her onto a chair.) The 'Black Widow', Boss Lady as ordered, ma'am." said Ten Ten.
Kei looked up from her seat at John's desk and smiled. "Good work, kiddo. Leave us. You can go." commanded the redhead. Ten Ten reholstered her Mark nd saluted. Then she stepped forward and bent to remove her'bomb' from the Widow's forehead. "Leave that thing right where it is, Trainee. Dismissed!" barked Kei.
"That 'thing' as you call it is a bomb and the slightest sound will trigger it, Boss so be real careful, ma'am." warned Ten Ten and she left for the rec room.
Kei grinned. "So just the snap of my fingers can send your sorry ass to 'Heglos' eh?" chuckled the redhead.
"Huh?" said the confused Widow and Kei explained that here on her home world of 'Workoh' the inhabitants' name for the region of the afterlife was called 'Heglos' and then the fiery Amazon stood up and towered over the cringing frightened woman. She placed a fingertip on the bomb ever so gently.
"Boom. You're dead, baby. Now answer me this. Does our Johnny Boy have anything ele in mind besides using those 'systemic inhibitors' to gain control of our ships and sonic cannons? (The 'Black Widow' shook her head.) Dd he or 'Ghostie' have any booby traps set up aboard this tub?" demanded Kei.
"How the Sam Hell should I know? Ask Lex! He was John's fair-haired boy, not me!" snapped the Widow. Kei nodded, bent forward and carefully peeled the 'paper bomb' off the woman' forehead.
"I believe ya, kiddo." she breathed and then odered up a detail to escort her to the brig.
"Put her into some fuku and make sure that someone keeps a wary aizu on her ass at all times. If she causes us any trouble, ship her ass over to the brig on my ship- the 'Angel 2'! (Several key crew personnel had beamed over from the 'Angel 3' to assist the teams on 'Starcrusher'.)
"Blue, run a deck by deck 'Tach scan' (Tachyion particle beam scan) for booby traps, mines and bombs. Have Revy Roberts paged and sent up here stat. Ya got all that OK?" snapped Kei. Rukia nodded and saluted before she and her security detail team escorted the 'Black Widow' to her brig cell. Then the redhead trilled over to the bridge.
"Bluesummers here. Oro?" trilled Legato.
"Fly this tub over to my 'Angel 2' and dock it. Think we'll have enough room for the 'Angels 1 and 3' down in our 'Angel 2's bays, Blue?" trilled the Boss Lady.
"Nai! No way in the nine Hells of Dante's Inferno are ya gonna squeeze those two 'Leviathans' in with 'Starcrusher' and all of the other transports and the rest of that junk ya got down there already, Boss. Gomen er excuse me for a sec onegai (please). There. Nice and smooth. OK, ma'am. We are now docked. Orders?" trilled her BetaZoid pilot.
"I will be briefing all hands ashita (tomorrow) at eleven hundred hours (11 AM) in the 'Angel 2's rec room. Let's just try and have a quiet dinner (on one of Kei's ships? Dream on baby!) and get in a good night's sleep eh? I'm bushed. Kei out." she trilled.
Legato powered down the crime lord's huge vessel before he took the 'Angel 2's express lift up to the bridge where he powered down any unnecessary systems. Next he took a skysled and did the same thing to the 'Angels 1 and 3' before jetting back over to the 'Angel 2' for his dinner and then some very much needed sleep.
The repast was excellent tonight (Beef Wellington with all the trimmings and chocolate eclairs for dessert no less!) and Legato had three helpings of it. He washed it all down with a superb Chablis wine of local vintage.
Saying his good nights to all hands and feeling a mite light-headed and just a wee bit tipsy Blue stumbled as he exited the lift and would surely have fallen had he not been steadied by the strong arms of a very tall redhead who assisted him to his quarters.
"Arigatou for that assist, Boss Lady. I guess I just cannot handle my liquor like you Gaels can, Kei." he said.
"I ain't nobody's 'boss', my tomo. Where the Hell am I anyhow, sir? One minute I was tucked away in my cramped little cabin going over some navigational charts for oro just 'might' be 'Onepiece' and the next thing I know I'm bumping into you in this damned hallway! By the way my name's Richards, sir. Nami Richards. And you are Mister--" asked his new companion offering him her hand in greeting.
Legato Aloysius Bluesummers sobered up prett damned quick and did a double take!
"Y-Y-You a-a-aren't O'Halloran, are ya?" he replied nervously and for the first time he got a really good closeup look at his rescuer- a newcomer!
Taller than Boss Lady Kei by almost a third of a meter and with a mop of hair more orange (although nowhere near as orange as Ichigo Kurosaki's!) than red she towered over the BetaZoid captain by a good quarter of a meter.
Her costume although strange was definitely not a uniform or at least if it was it was like no uniform Legato had ever seen before anyway. From the black do-rag kerchief atop her head to the toes of her highly polished black boots she looked every inch like an 18th Century Terran pirate- an honest to Kami buccaneer!
Her soft green aizu blinked at him from behind old-fashioned red tinted eyeglasses or spectacles. She wore a black blazer trimmed with gold piping over a deep aoishi turtleneck set off by a pink cravat-like scarf. A striped tie peeked from beneath the cravat and it was attached to a stiff white shirt. Black gloves encased her hands and the face of a wristchromo (or were they still called wrist watches in her era?) peeped out from her left cuff.
A long black ankle length coat was draped across her slender frame while a very long white scarf trailed to the floor and a white fox fur was wound around her kawaii throat. Black stovepipe jeans completed her unusual outfit and a stilettto dagger was strappd to her right thigh.
A long gold chain (attched to an old-fashioned wallet?) depended from her left thigh below a dark fanny pouch which must serve as a purse or pocketbook.
Legato pointed towards the stiletto. "That thing your only weapon, Miss Richards?" asked Bluesummers.
"Huh? Oh. That. I've got a brace of pistols under my arms if that's oro ya mean Mister, Mister--" replied the girl who was a few years younger than the Boss and her exec.
Legato grinned. Gomen er I am sorry. Where are my manners this evening? Bluesummers. Legato Bluesummers, ma'am but folks just call me Blue." he said and stuck out his hand.
"Call me Nami er Blue. Pleased to meet ya. May I sit down please?" she said and shook his hand. Blue waved her to a chair and she sat.
"I er was aboard a ship but now--" she began.
"Now you are still aboard a ship, Nami. By 'ship' I assume you mean an ancient Terran sailing vessel? Correct?" asked the pilot.
"Yeah. A ship. Just like this one although mine is a whole lot smaller, Blue." replied Nami and she accepted the mug of java Legato had just repped up.
"How the Hell did ya do that just now? You asked for coffee and it just-- came!" exclaimed the astonished girl and she leapt to her feet.
"Calm down. Osawaru er onegai er please sit down, Nami. I am very much afraid that this place is not Terra- your Earth. It's a planet called 'Workoh' and it's about a trillion lightyears beyond your world, kid. You are correct. This is a ship but it's a starship, an intergalactic patrol starship. (Nami's gloved hand hovered over her blazer's left breast)
"Relax, Honey. We aren't after Terrans today. Please answer me this, girl. Oro year was it when you left home today? (Nami looked at him as if he had just escaped from a lunatic asylum!) Humour me, Nami. Oro year was i?" asked a straight-faced Legato.
Nami Richards blinked. "It was 1998 of course same as it is now, man!" she snapped angrily. "Dammit! It sure is hot as Hell in here, Blue!" she added.
"Well I'm gonna make ya feel a whole Helluva lot hotter, love. The current year is AD 2251 and this is the 23rd Century, Nami not the 20th. No wonder you're sweating. Better take off that heavy coat before you roast yourself to death in it, kiddo." replied Blue.
Nami stood and slipped off her long coat, scarf and white fur. The blazer and turtleneck followed along with a brace of pistols in twin shoulder holsters and harness rig. She started to loosen her tie and unbuckle her jeans.
Legato coughed discreetly. "Would you like me to tuen my back, go into the kitchen or would you care to use one of the bedrooms or anything? I er am a gentleman, my child." asked Blue.
Nami kicked off her boots and jeans leaving her in just the white shirt and tie. The shirttails covered her nether regions. She grinned.
"Nai. That's OK. I have a 'mizuki' (swimsuit) on underneath this getup, Blue. Legato stared at her long bare legs and raised his aizu brows) Maybe it er would be more dignified and ladylike to finish this in one of the bedrooms. (Legato indicated an inner door) If you'll excuse me. I won't be a minute." said Nami apologetically.
Thirty seconds later she returned wearing a two piece leopardskin beach bikini. A fanny pouch encircled her waist and a 'grouch bag' hung from the left side of her bikini bottoms. She was barefoot but she had kept the kerchief and tinted glasses.
"There! That feels a whole Helluva lot better, man. Now you were saying?" she said and lit a cigarette with a gold lighter she'd pulled out of her 'grouch bag' and sat down.
Legato speedily filled her in on the state of the universe and how in all likelihood she had somehow travelled here to the 'Angel 2' in this era. Then he gave her the bad news.
"Oro? I got here through some hole in the Fxxxing sky and ya don't know when or even if I can be sent back home to Earth in 1998? (Legato nodded) Shit! That's just great, man! I don't even have so much as a change of undies with me so oro am I gonna do? I got no place to stay tonight even!" she whimpered.
Then she took off her glasses and fluttered her aizu lashes at the big guy.
"Would it be er OK if I like crashed here tonight on your couch, Blue? Please!" she pleaded and Blue nodded.
He raised his voice ever so slightly. "Get Miss Richards here oroever she needs, 'CC', willya? She's er crashing here tonight on my sofa. Arigatou, tomo mine." he said to-- nobody at all!
"Of course, mon capitaine. Don't you fret none, sir. I know how to keep my big trap shut. Nudge, nudge eh? Miss Richards? Do you require pajamas for the night? (Nami who was all at sea involuntarily shook her kawaii (lovely) head and stared at-- nothing!) Very well. Here are some undergarments which should fit you. Ashita we will get you all kitted out. Your own fuku (clothing) will be laundered, dried, cleaned and pressed and will be ready by morning. Will there be anything else, Madam? (A thoroughly dumbfounded Nami shook her head again.) Then I bid you good night. Pleasant dreams, Miss." said 'CC' and Legato chuckled.
Then he started to explain who exactly 'CC' was but Nami had drifted off into slumber before he had finished.
The sofa was surprisingly comfy cozy and Nami slept fitfully until she was awakened by a slight trilling sound in her ears. The sound seemed to be coming from her earrings (which had been replaced with comlink rhomboids) and somebody (or some thing?) was gently telling her that it was ten hundred hours (10 AM) and that Nami had a meeting appointment with the commander in ten minutes.
Nami yawned and stretched.
"Boy! I must've gotten myself gloriously loaded last night! Gad! Did I really try and do a 'Gypsy Rose Lee' number in front of that cool guy I met last night? Ooh! My poor head! Well I'd best get ready. This 'commander' dude is probably some old stuffed shirt- all spit and polish so he is not gonna wanna be meeting me in a bikini!" she thought aloud.
Nami Richards had no idea of course just how 'casual' things were aboard the 'Angels' so she quickly showered, put on her new underthings and found that this 'CC' guy had been true to his word.
Her own freshly laundered garments were hanging neatly in the closet while her boots had been 'spit shine' polished and now reflected like mirrors! Her stiletto dagger had been honed and polished. Her twin Beretta .25 calibre automatic pistols were polished and had been fully loaded.
Nami dressed quickly but opted not to wear anything over her blazer today. She tied the kerchief around her head, straightened her pink cravat, adjusted her tinted spectacles, slid her stiletto dagger into its thigh sheaf, buckled on her fanny pouch, shoved her wallet into her jeans' hip pocket and clipped it to its chain, spun both automatics into their concealed holsters and called her new roomie.)
"Blue? Legato? Mr. Bluesummers? Sir? You here?" she shouted.
"Captain Bluesummers is up on the bridge, Miss Richards. At noon we lift off for home. He 'is' one of our pilots you know. I er trust that you found the emerald ones more to your liking, Miss? Ah! I see that you did manage to locate your own attire and I must say that you do look most striking in black, Miss Nami. When you leave these quarters turn left and you will find the lift banks at the end of the hallway. Get aboard one and just tell it to take you directly to the dining hall. It will deposit you on Surface Level Two in front of the rec room door. The dining hall is next door to the rec room's bar. Hurry up now because Marshall O'Halloran is expecting you. Sayonara, Madam." instructed "cc" and all of a sudden Nami realized something.
"Hey! How the Hell did you know that I picked out the 'emerald' ones? There was a whole big stack of different coloured underwear on that chair, Mr. er 'CC', is it?" demanded Nami Richards, the svelte captain of the Terran vessel known as the 'Pirate Princess' and 'CC' smirked.
"Emerald green is definitely your colour, my dear child and matches your kawaii aizu perfectly." replied 'CC'.
Nami was shocked and angry.
"You 'watched' me get dressed? You pervert! I've got a good mind to report you to Admiral O'Helloran and I think I will too dammit! Good day to you, sir. Many thanks for the directions!" yelled Nami and she slammed the door behind her.
All was as 'CC' had told her and the barkeep silently pointed Nami to the dining hall next door. A hush fell over the huge room when Nami came in.
"Fleet officer in the hall! Ten-Hut!" yelled Ichigo Kurosaki when he caught sight of oro he thought was at least a fleet admiral!
When Nami finally realized that she was the 'officer' she shouted "At Ease!" and that lifted the hush. It wasn't long before 'Animal House' was once again in full swing.
"Where the Hell's this Admiral O'Helloran dammit? I'm supposed to have an appointment with him! demanded an annoyed Nami Richards and the place exploded with laughter!
END of Ch 30. Ch 31 'Angelic Travel Plans Anyone?' or 'New Navvie Aboard?' coming soon. Getting interesting eh? Wonder how our heroine's gonna get outta this one? Read on and r/r/s away as always. Have a wunnerful day and sfn/sys/jm/Kami bless you all for your interest and assistance. Hooble-toodle-doo! Toodles tomos watashi-K&K
PS- I really do appreciate all your loyalty and support over the years my tomos watashi all! And you can take that to the bank folks!-K&K
By the way that pix at the top of this post are my 'Lovely Angel' Kei (the grim redhead with the huge Mark XIII ion cannon in her fists) and 'Lovely Angel' Yuri (the fur clad violet-maned vixen behind her. That is a small but deadly Mark III miniblaster in her hot little hand. Make no mistake folks. This kawaii er lovely duo lives up to their dreaded nickname of the- 'Dirty Pair' by never forgetting Kei's motto:
"Never blow up tomorrow what you can blow up today!"
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