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Bring on the Wonder	By : Azuriel Category: G through L > Leverage Views: 498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A man named Andrei contacted Nate. A group of Russians had coerced him into doing something by threatening his children. While he wasn't stupid enough to tell them no to their faces, he really didn't want to be involved in whatever they had going on. When he heard about Nate he was hoping the team could help him. Sophie and Hardison went to the initial meeting, and everyone else was standing by.

Hardison used the phone the Russians had given Andrei to trace it back to a warehouse. Since this wasn't something that could be hacked, Elliot, Will, and Parker were sent to check the place out. “You sure this is the place?” Elliot asked as they carefully looked around.

“Am I sure?” Hardison sounded offended. “Eliot, what is that Russian carrying? It's called a smartphone, okay? Smartphones read emails, they have GPS maps, they link to an atomic clock on this little thing called the internet. You ever heard of it? Come on, man. Look, a smartphone has an operating system. If it has an operating system, you know I can hack it.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we get the picture.”

Elliot snapped a few pictures of the men inside and sent them to Hardison. Hardison quickly did his thing to see who they were dealing with. “Okay. Think I may have just ID'd our bad guy. His name is Pieter Volokh. Him and his crew, they used to belong to the M-45s, ex-military hitters turned mafia boys. Now, they took a big hit in a bust last month. They lost twenty million in merchandise to the police. That's gotta hurt.”

“Huh, I didn't know they were in Boston,” Will thought to himself out loud.

“You know them?” Parker asked.

“I know a lot of people. Well, know of...”

“Okay. We know what they're after,” Hardison continued. “They're looking for a big payout job so that they can get back on their feet. Now, I've ID'd the perp, I know what they want, and I know why. What did you do with your afternoon?”

“He got laid,” Will answered. “Actually, that was more of a late morning before we had any other plans thing.”

“Man, I did not need to know that!”

Will shrugged as he chuckled softly. “You asked, I answered.”

The three of them silently moved inside the warehouse to find out as much as they could. They spotted a guy sitting near a black SUV counting money. “Think he's involved?” Parker whispered.

Elliot nodded. “It's Russian mafia. They wear their tattoos like a résumé. See that cathedral on his neck? Three spires, three tours in prison. The stars on his arm means he's a captain.”

“So he's the boss?” Hardison asked.

“I don't know. Probably. I ran into some of these cats in Petrozavodsk. They blackmail innocent people like Andrei into committing crimes and dropping off money. Then those guys get picked up by the cops or they end up dead. It's brutal.”

“Want me to taser him?” Parker offered.

“What is it with you and the taser?” Will asked.

“It's fun.”

“No tasering, Parker,” Nate answered her question. “Not yet anyway.” He and Sophie were tailing a few other men.

“I hate this kind of criminal,” Sophie commented.

“What exactly were you doing when I chased you?”

“I stole art from rich people who could afford it. These guys? They terrorize their victims, they harm families, and the worst part? They make innocent people commit crimes.”

“Weren't you dating someone who operated that way?”

“That's not fair!” Sophie glared daggers at him. “First of all, I didn't know what kind of man he actually was until I was already involved. Second, he never used innocent people. He had other ways of getting things done, at least back then.”

“He didn't fix what wasn't broke,” Will added. “He does business with whoever suits his needs at the time, but that's a whole other topic.”

Parker was searching the SUV while Elliot and Will kept watch. “Hurry up!” Elliot whispered to Parker.

She poked her head out. “I hurried! Then I hurried again! I checked it three times. It's clean.”

“Check it again.”

The guy counting the money heard them and grabbed a crowbar before heading over to check things out. “Hey! What are you doing?” he demanded when he saw Will and Elliot. He swung the crowbar at Elliot, who caught it and threw it on the floor.

“Elliot!” Parker threw another crowbar toward Elliot, but hit him in the back of the head and stunned him.

Will picked it up and whacked the Russian guy in the back. He was knocked off balance, but he didn't go down. He looked really pissed as he advanced on Will. “Okay...” Will said as he backed up a few steps.

When Elliot regained his senses he picked up the crowbar that had been thrown to the ground and hit the guy in the back of the head, knocking him out. “You don't throw crowbars at people!” he growled at Parker.

“Sorry!” she got a little defensive. “Could have just tasered him.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Will said as he looked at the guy on the ground.

The guys Sophie and Nate were following ended up at the pub. “They reversed the phone tap. We're blown,” he warned everyone.

“They're gonna kill Hardison,” Sophie was suddenly very worried.

Hardison was in a panic as Sophie and Nate followed the guys into the pub to find out what was going on. “You better say something. I swear on my mama, I will blow a hole through your bedroom and spider man out the side of this building. Tell me something.”

“We'll tell you something in a second, Hardison. We're coming through the back door,” Nate tried to calm him down.

When they walked into the back room there were papers everywhere. Sophie couldn't believe what she was seeing. “Somebody's been eating our porridge.”

The guy in the warehouse turned out to be another victim with a red phone. The man who was running things, the man who had taken over the pub's back room, was none other than Nate's father, Jimmy Ford.

When Nate walked into the apartment later that afternoon all eyes were on him. Nate turned to Will. “Say your peace. I know you want to.”

“Let he who is without a bastard for a father cast the first stone,” came right out of Will's mouth. “This is why you don't like or trust me, isn't it?”

Nate shrugged. “Not consciously, but maybe. You and I are cut from the same cloth, but we made different choices in life.”

“I didn't feel like I had a choice. When I was given a choice I came here. Not to mention the fact that even though we started out in different places we seemed to have ended up working together right here.”

“Yeah...” Nate got a far away look in his eyes. “But with that out of the way...” He turned to Hardison. “Run it.”

“You know what? Maybe we should just discuss first,” Hardison replied.

“They feel weird going after your dad,” Parker explained.

“Well I don't,” Nate shrugged it off. “Run it. Jimmy Ford. Hardison, tell us about Jimmy Ford.”

“Alright,” Hardison reluctantly picked up his remote and got on with it. “Jimmy Ford. Jimmy... your pop. He wore a lot of criminal hats, man. But uh, he was, well known in the neighborhood. I think people liked him. He helped some people get some money.”

Nate shook his head. “Come on, you can't sugarcoat it. It's all right. You got to tell it like it is, all right?”

“I have no problem saying out loud that my father is an egotistical rat bastard,” Will commented. “No love lost there. You can pick your nose, but you can't pick your parents.”

“That's an interesting way of putting it, but right you are,” Nate nodded as he turned back to the screen. “Jimmy Ford, he started off as a bookie who worked for the McTeagues, all right? He ran every bet this side of Atlantic City. Once he had a fair amount of honest citizens in his debt, well, he made the transition into being a loan shark. Now, he used those contacts to become a fixer. So what he'd do is he'd take a bad guy that needed a job and a boss who needed a henchman, match them together. That's Jimmy Ford at his peak. King of the neighborhood.”

“I don't know how this ties in with the whole cell phone blackmail thing,” Sophie wondered out loud.

“The answer to that lies in the pieces we've put together so far,” Will responded. “Or part of it.”

Hardison pulled up the pictures of the other players. “Well, we've got multiple victims. There's Andrei, the telephone repair guy. Then there's Eliot's friend Simakov.”

“What does he do?” Nate asked.

“Shipping. Industrial clothing, uniforms. Nothing remarkable. Then, following Pieter's phone, we found a third red phone.”

“That's a dead end,” Elliot commented. W”e don't know who this guy is or what he does or why the Russians want him. And he's not gonna talk to us because Pieter's boys already put the fear of God in him.”

“What is Jimmy's game?” Nate asked the question out loud.

“Well, I would imagine he has a chess board set up in the back room. Looks a lot like yours.”

“No, dad doesn't like chess. His game is three-card Monte. Just keep the cards moving. Don't show you the queen until he wants you to see the queen.”

“So, we don't have enough information to run a con on this guy. Not yet, anyway. So, um, why don't we just sit this one out?” Sophie suggested.

“No,” Nate shook his head. “We're gonna keep at this. We're gonna gather information.”

Sophie put a hand on his shoulder. “Let me be a bit clearer. Why don't you sit this one out?”

“Look, you want us to go after the bad guys, we're gonna go after the bad guys! And we're gonna go after them hard!”

“But not Jimmy Ford. You honestly think that you can put your own father behind bars?”

“I could,” Will spoke up.

“But you're not him,” Sophie gave her son an irritated glare. “And Jimmy Ford is no Roger Wiltshire, especially right now.”

“Exactly,” Nate joined the conversation. “So we can go after Jimmy. And it will be my pleasure to bring him down. So stop thinking of him as my father and think of him as any other mark. That's what all of you can do.”

Hardison got a text and he grabbed his phone to read it. “Hey guys, Andrei, our first victim, he just got a call.”

“Let's go,” Nate turned toward the door.

“I'm gonna make a request,” Will spoke up.

Nate let out a deep sigh and turned back toward the younger man. “And what is your request?”

Will took a step forward. “First off, I could do without the condescension, especially given everything that has now come to light about your childhood. Second, Sophie is right, you're not me. My request is that you at least let her make the judgment calls since yours is going to be clouded.”

“My judgment isn't clouded,” Nate argued.

“You always say that, and it's usually bullshit. And since we do have so much common except for a few choices early in life, I can say with complete certainty that this time it's absolute bullshit.”

Nate relaxed his body posture like he was backing down. “I'll take that into consideration.”

A little while later they were in front of the police station. “Andrei's scared, but he's told us what they've asked him to do,” Hardison started explaining. “He's been tapped because of his access. Now, he's supposed to get into the precinct on one of his routine maintenance calls and install a black box. With that, the Russians can spoof phone calls off the hardwired phone trunk.”

“Can you turn it off remotely?” Parker asked.

“No, the system's too antiquated for a digital hack.”

“But once it's done Jimmy can control which alarms reach the precinct and which don't,” Elliot pointed out.

“Like silent alarms? From banks?” Sophie asked.

“Or any building with a high security system,” Hardison answered.

“So if we can't hack it, how do we stop him, then?” Parker asked.

“No,” Sophie shook her head. “We mustn't stop him. If Andrei doesn't do what they say, then they're gonna go after his family.”

“All right, so we don't stop him. We help him,” Nate suggested.

Hardison and Elliot put fake badges around their necks and Sophie played the part of a drunk and disorderly woman who was related to several officers at another precinct. They even made sure then when the officer at the desk called it in to the precinct it was Nate who answered and confirmed the story.

They were given the go ahead to take Sophie to the drunk tank, but they headed to the basement instead. “Eliot! Come on!” Sophie cried out while Hardison was doing his thing. “Make it snappy! Being handcuffed in a police station is a recurring bloody nightmare of mine.”

“Yeah, but you actually are sober, and you have clothes on,” Will commented while he sat in the vents of the building with Parker.

“Come again?” Sophie raised an eyebrow as Elliot took the cuffs off her.

“Nothing,” Will responded quickly.

“How did you climb that fence while wasted and naked?” Elliot wondered out loud.

“You keep my secrets, I'll keep yours,” Will warned.

“Copy that,” Elliot dropped it.

Hardison proudly motioned to the new box he'd installed over the communication line. “This baby's a lot more sensitive than what Andrei has access to. See, we can block alarms, we can trigger alarms, but most importantly, we can track alarms. It should be synchronized. Nate?”

Nate turned on the remote to see if it was working. “All good here.”

“Let's get the hell out of here, then. Sophie?” Elliot turned to her.

She shook her head. “No. My exit is with Will and Parker. See you on the outside, cupcakes.”

Everyone came out of the police station and met up in the parking lot where they thought Nate was waiting, but the lot was empty. “Whoa. Where's he at?” Elliot asked as he looked around. “He's gone!”

“He's off the reservation,” Sophie huffed as she crossed her arms. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Yeah, it was,” Will agreed. “Because I'd bet anything he's gone to meet Jimmy.”

“Because that's what you would do?” Parker asked.

“No. I mean, yeah, I'd hand the asshole over the authorities without batting an eye, but I'm not stupid enough to do it within striking distance.”

“I think you're right,” Elliot agreed. “Because Jimmy is his dad he wants to get close to get information.”

When Nate did return to headquarters he did not receive a warm welcome. “But I know at least part of the plan now,” Nate argued. He had in fact gone to his dad and insisted to be let in on the operation. He handed a paper to Hardison. “Put that up.”

“You're playing with fire,” Will warned.

“It'll be fine,” Nate insisted. “I showed him I'm not the kid he knew anymore.” Hardison put a map up on the screen with the police station and three banks highlighted. “First Boston Independent, State Street Branch of the Boston Bank, Commonwealth Loan and Securities.”

Parker moved closer to the screen. “First independent's got a Glenn-Reeder alarm system, series f-900. Two guards in the front, one guard in the back. Cameras record, not monitored. Daily turnover, two million. State Street, mostly commercial papers and loans, but they do have bearer bonds in a basement lock down room. Just takes a key and a retina scanner. Commonwealth, they... their alarm system's a holdover from the '70s, but it's...” She paused when she noticed everyone was staring at her. “What? What do you guys do on your weekends?”

“I don't check out bank security systems,” Will answered.

Elliot shook his head. “There's something wrong with you.”

“So, which one's he gonna hit?” Sophie asked to get them back on task.

“None of them,” Nate answered. “What Hardison installed in the precinct is going to be used to make the police think all three are being robbed at the same time. That'll keep them preoccupied and away.”

“Away from what?”

“I don't know. He won't tell me. Yet. He won't tell me yet.”

“And you really think he's going to?” Will asked in a very skeptical tone.

“You realize how many banks there are South of the precinct?” Elliot pointed out.

“Sixty seven,” Parker spoke up.

“If the actual target is even a bank,” Will added.

Nate seemed to be off in his own little world. “Okay, guys, it's three-card Monte, see? We gotta find the red queen. Right now, we got too many cards in play.”

“There's still the third phone,” Hardison remembered.

“That's for you and Eliot. You're gonna find the guy, get his story, all right? Sophie, downstairs, that equipment in the back is used for the job. Go get us a look.”

Sophie nodded. “Okay. I'll take Parker. What are you gonna do?”

“Me? I'm gonna go get my father to, uh, trust me enough to tell me the whole plan. I'm gonna go help him plan a bank robbery.”

“I'm telling you it's not gonna work,” Will's tone was very dismissive.

Nate glared at him. “Our fathers are similar, I'll give you that, but not the same.”

Will refused to back down. “They're enough alike in the same ways that I already know how this will end. I've known the score since I was six years old. I think you have too, you just don't want to admit it.”

“Enough,” Nate growled. “I know the score just fine. We need information, and I'm the inside man. He'll tell me.”

When Nate was gone Sophie let out a little sigh. “We have to let him face this demon,” she said as she put a hand on Will's shoulder. “And I'm so sorry for everything you went through. If it helps any, you were always on my mind.”

“It's nice to know you care,” Will answered.

“I'm gonna go get Parker and start digging for something we can use.”

“Come on,” Elliot motioned to Will as he also headed for the door.

“You want me to come with you?” Will was a little surprised.

“Of course I do. I need someone with me who can throw a decent punch.”

Hardison figured out how to track the missing phone. They ended up near the police station. Hardisin pointed toward the coffee cart with several officers standing around it. “Yeah, next red phone is right ahead. We just gotta figure out who has it,” Elliot said as he approached the cart.

“Hey, Moffat!” one of the officers recognized him from when they took Sophie in to get access to the basement.

“Hey. How you doing?” Elliot kept up the pretense.

“What are you guys doing back in our district? And who's he?” the officer pointed to Will.

“Oh, uh, I think you guys are holding a gun that was tagged in a case we caught,” Elliot quickly answered. “And we drew the short straw and got the rookie,” he motioned to Will.

“Ah,” the officer chuckled a little. Rookies. They just keep getting younger. Hey, let me get you one here. This is the best coffee this side of town.”

“Thanks.”

“You know, you want to get in there before the shift changes. Yeah, because that evidence, that ships out to Holyoke first thing tomorrow morning, and that is a drive you do not want to make.”

“Didn't you guys make some kind of Russian bust?” Will asked to probe a little for information.

“Yep, that was a big case,” the officer confirmed. “You do your homework, kid.”

“And that evidence is in this transfer?”

“Yeah, what are you getting at?”

“Nothing. I just... Fresh out of training and all, I've heard some wild stories about the Russians.”

“I don't think we have anything to worry about.”

“I'm sure these fine gentleman have everything covered,” Elliot jumped in. “You just worry about your performance on the gun range, and making sure there's fresh coffee every morning.”

“Coffee guy,” Hardison spoke quietly as the three of them walked away.

“You sure that's the same red phone?” Elliot asked.

Hardison nodded. “Yeah. Look, is it me or does this make less sense every time we find something out?”

“It's not you,” Will replied. “At least from a bank robbery standpoint.”

“What are you thinking?” Elliot asked.

“Not sure just yet. Hardison, has Jimmy ever worked with Russians before?”

“No,” Hardison answered. “Not that I remember. He ran with some pretty shady crowds, but not Russians.”

“Yeah, that... I need to make a few phone calls.”

When they all gathered together the next morning the news wasn't good. “Nate, what's the deal?” Hardison asked.

Nate sighed as he took a sip of his coffee. “He cleared out. They're on the job, and we have no idea what the job is. Don't say it,” he shot a quick glare to Will.

“When you're as right as I am you don't need to,” Will gloated a little bit.

“We found the third phone with the coffee guy,” Hardison reminded them.

“We have no idea what he's doing,” Nate pointed out.

Sophie came in from the back door with a discarded map. “Look what I found in the alley.”

“Oh, great. A map that we've seen before,” Nate's tone was sarcastic.

“Hey, this is not her fault. You're the one who let your dad walk out of here,” Elliot growled.

“Some people just learn certain lessons later in life I guess,” Will said as he pulled Elliot back a little bit.

Sophie pointed at something on the paper. “Nate, the plans you got were from the Hancock alarm company. We just need Hardison to figure out how many banks in this radius have got Hancock alarms.”

“Twenty three,” Parker answered quickly.

“Or just ask Parker,” Will joked. “Though I still don't think the actual target is a bank. A big score doesn't fit as a motive here, not with a guy like Jimmy in the picture.”

“This doesn't fit either,” Hardison said as he picked a device up. “A bar code scanner. It scans a bar code label and compares it to a remote database. But what are they doing with it?”

“We still got the coffee guy in play. What's he up to?” Elliot brought up the question.

“It's a lot of cops, man. Uh, maybe he's drugging them,” Hardison suggested. “Slows down response time.”

Elliot rolled his eyes. “You think he'd drug the whole precinct? Come on!”

“He wouldn't have to drug the whole precinct,” Will pointed out. “Just the ones they need out of the way. Think about it, the fake bank alarms are gonna cause chaos and get a good chunk of them on a wild goose chase. So who would they need out of the way?”

“Wait, you were asking about the evidence from the bust earlier this month,” Elliot started putting it together. “You already figured it out.”

“Some of it. Hey, I was raised to think like the bad guys.”

“And this is a three-card-Monte,” Nate realized. “The queen is never on the table. They're after the evidence.”

“Yep. If the evidence against them gets lost then the case conveniently goes away. My father likes to grease palms, but this works as a one time thing.”

They rushed to the police station as fast as they could, and it was pretty clear the Russians' plan was already underway. Nate had given his instructions to everyone on the way so they all got straight to work. Nate and Sophie got in the same way as before, only this time Nate was playing the part of her lawyer.

Nate knew exactly where to find his father; in the organized crime division. Jimmy was walking out of the vault with the infamous ledger. “It's gonna end right here, dad,” Nate said as he pointed a gun at his father. “You ready?”

“How'd you know?” Jimmy was surprised and a little impressed.

“Oh, you'd never take the money and run.”

“Five million's a lot of money, Nathan.”

“For you, it's never about the money. I knew that growing up, watching you. It was about respect for you.”

“Yeah, you're a lot like my father,” Will suddenly appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “So Nate and I have more in common than we thought. I just caught on a little quicker.”

“Who are you?” Jimmy asked with his eyes narrowed. “And who's your father?”

“It doesn't really matter. What matters is we both figured out that you were after Artie Van's ledger. Kinda predictable, don't you think? And the cops did make copies.”

“Oh, you know that won't hold up. The original disappears, the case against the big families goes away, and who do they owe? Jimmy Ford, the biggest fixer in town.”

Will shrugged. “Maybe. But then again, maybe you've been out of the game a little too long.”

“Where's Elliot?” Nate asked Will.

“Doing what you told him to do I'm sure,” Will answered. “He'll be a little upset that I wandered off, but I'll smooth it over later. The Russians are screwed. They'll have Jimmy Ford to thank for that once the cops show up and all of you get tossed in the slammer as they say.”

Jimmy's jaw clenched. “I'm not going back to prison.”

“Alright then,” Nate said as he put his finger on the trigger to shoot his father.

Jimmy showed no signs of fear. “You can't do this. I could, but you're your mother's son.”

“That's where Nate and I differ,” Will commented. “But Elliot took my gun.”

Nate stood there trying to work up the courage for a few minutes, but Jimmy was right. “Go,” he said as he lowered his gun and shook his head. Jimmy blew his son a kiss before quickly leaving.

“Why did you follow me?” Nate glared at Will as he lowered himself onto a chair.

“I couldn't miss your big showdown moment. Believe me, I know how you feel.”

“And you could shoot your own father?”

“Hell yes. I hold no love for the man. But don't worry, I won't shoot yours. I came up with a more creative solution.” He motioned for Nate to follow him out.

“This I gotta see,” Nate mumbled to himself as he followed.

They found Jimmy a few blocks away just as he narrowly missed being shot from someone in a black SUV. He let out a deep sigh when he saw Nate and Will. “Geez. Nathan, what the hell have you done?”

“I didn't do anything,” Nate answered honestly. “I'm my mother's son, remember?”

“I'm also my mother's son,” Will entered the conversation. “That being said, I did learn a few tricks growing up. Back at the bank, you asked who my father was. He's the Donnelly family's supplier. Small world, isn't it?”

“The South African?” Jimmy tried to digest everything. “What's his name?”

“That part still doesn't really matter,” Will said as he motioned for the other two men to follow him toward the docks down the street. “What matters is I called my brother asking him to pass on a little friendly warning to the family. They knew you had the ledger before you called them, and they were told you were going to blackmail them for it. You know, because you're very upset over going to prison for them and all.”

“You little...” Jimmy growled. “They almost killed me!”

Will shrugged. “Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Good thing you still have those quick reflexes.”

“So I guess your little plan to get back on top isn't gonna work very well,” Nate was pleased with the situation. “Yeah, you've got a price on your head that's bigger than most of my team's scores. I mean, who wouldn't want that kind of scratch?”

Jimmy's eyes darted back and forth between the two other men. “You couldn't kill me yourself so you got someone else to do your dirty work. Is that it?”

“Not exactly,” Will answered the question. “Turn around.” Behind them was a private yacht. “I have a really bad habit of borrowing my father's things without asking. The ship was supposed to return to Capetown after making a delivery, but I convinced the crew to take a little detour. You're on the manifest as Jimmy Logue. Your destination is Galway. Have a wonderful trip, and don't come back.”

Jimmy laughed softly as he moved toward the boarding ramp. “This is really something. You actually gonna let this kid do this to me?” he looked Nate right in the eye.

“Yep,” Nate nodded. “I couldn't have planned it better myself. Enjoy the retirement your step grandson planned for you.”

That only made Jimmy laugh harder, but it surprised Will. “You really think of me that way, or were you just trying to get a rise out of him?”

“Little of both,” Nate answered honestly. “Everything is pretty complicated, but I think this was a bonding experience for us.”

The rest of the team was waiting for them on the street. “That was brilliant,” Sophie smiled at Will. “I'm proud of you.”

Will blushed slightly as Sophie hugged him. “Being an evil genius who steals things is in my blood. I did my homework and then tried to put myself in Nate's shoes.”

Nate put a hand on Will's shoulder. “While I'm sure we will butt heads again soon, you did good this time.”

Elliot didn't seem very pleased. “You were supposed to help me with the Russians, and you disappeared on me.”

Will looked Elliot over. “Looks like you handled it just fine. Let's go home and run a bath so I can make it up to you.”

“And you're making me a steak sandwich.”

“Done,” Will gave Elliot a soft grin before heading back to the van.

“You okay?” Sophie asked Nate as they trailed behind the others.

“Yeah,” Nate nodded. “I really thought I could handle it, but... On the bright side, I'm starting to like your son a little bit more. He stepped up and did the right thing. Maybe he is a good fit for our little family.”
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