Colin revved his motorcycle as he dodged through the traffic build-up. He just wished he could have taken the motorway instead of crawling round it on the A Roads. Although his bike was fast enough to handle motorway speeds and he felt confident about driving on motorways he wasn’t officially old enough to use them and he was sure to get pulled over if he’d tried. The costume sort of attracted attention and he hadn’t taken the time to change after his early morning meeting with Malone.
Ah well, he’d soon be back at the school. He thankfully had a morning of free periods due to a couple of his teachers going off sick so he wasn’t in any rush to get back and he’d need to change into school uniform before riding up anyway.
As he drove through the morning traffic his mind wandered back to his waaay-to-early morning meeting with Malone. Malone had insisted on a face-to-face get-together in London to discuss the forced unification of the Fagan gangs being carried out by a mysterious third party that was starting to impact on Mystery’s1 London-wide pickpocketing and shoplifting operations.
That was a good thing but a citywide amalgamation of the kiddie gangs wasn’t. Malone had tried to find out who was behind it but the gangs had been transformed into a cell-like structure with each gang leader only meeting the person immediately above them in the organisation and so on. Compartmentalisation. He knew that it would take a lot of time and effort to infiltrate and work his way up, more time than he had to spare at present. He’d decided that he’d have to wait until the Easter hols to try and infiltrate one of the gangs.
As he considered his options, a call came in over his comms-unit. He would normally ignore it until he could park up safely but this call was coming in over Chris’ and his shared encrypted channel. That usually meant trouble.
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Meanwhile, Chris also had the morning off, though in his case it was to carry out an off-school grounds assignment. Although he was happy to be away from school for the morning he hadn’t been happy when Mr Andrews told him he would still need to remain in school uniform. He wore his other costume under it anyway whenever he could.
He’d been assigned to carry out a research project on the benefits of local media and had been heading to the local BBC studios, BBC Wessex, for an arranged tour when he’d seen a couple of armoured figures he immediately recognised flying overhead.2
As he ran through the car park and entered the deserted plaza in front of the TV studios, he was able to confirm to himself that the figure on the roof about to enter the stairwell was indeed a member of the Power Corps. Then the news transmission from BBC Wessex he had been listening to went dead. They immediately switched back to the Manchester Studio with apologies that the news broadcast had been interrupted, supposedly due to a power failure.
Coincidence? He didn’t think so and as he quietly sneaked past the parked cars and outside broadcasting van towards the studio entrance with its glass frontage he could see that a brute of an armoured figure was standing guard in the Reception Area, just beyond the foyer. His armour was too large to move anywhere other than into the studios which appeared to have extremely wide and tall double doors. The suit was completely different from the form-hugging suits of the others; for starters he stood over eight feet tall, had a surface-to-air missile launcher attached to one arm and what looked like some sort of futuristic Gatling gun hanging below the other arm. On his back was a set of folded wings and a rotor unit obviously designed for heavily lifting while remaining in stealth mode. What was similar was the dull metallic number on the suit’s chest, the number eight.
There was no sign of the studio staff. The reception and security staff were conspicuous by their absence.
Chris smiled. Unless they had been busy recruiting, at least two of their number were currently serving time in Wormwood Scrubs for trying to kidnap Tabbi and Tara Tobias a few months before. That potentially still left more than he was happy dealing with unassisted.
He got as close as he dared, working his way along the outside of the building until he was close to the fire exit then he made a call to Colin. “Hey Col’, you busy? I’ve just seen multiple perps entering the local TV studio via the skylight and there’s a big armoured geezer in the vestibule standing guard. Oh, looks like the Power Corps… Yeah, I had a ‘brief introduction’ to them a few months back and they’re bad news. Missile launcher and heavy machine gun on the big guy, others have blasters and lots of toys, I could do with some back up… You in?”
He filled his buddy in on everything he’d seen and explained that he wasn’t sure how many were present but he was reasonably sure that they weren’t there for an interview and did he fancy joining him for a recce before calling in the Police? Colin was already in Wessex and could be at the studios in less than five minutes.
Meanwhile, Firewall changed into his costume, hiding his backpack and school uniform under a parked car and hurried over to an external power socket next to the fire door and proceeded to transport himself down the cable in data format intending to scope out the building before Colin arrived. Ouch, that hurt he thought as he materialised in some dusty dark cupboard or storeroom, with only flashing diodes on the wall to show he’d arrived. The building’s power supply was running on three-phase. He was used to the voltage of the single phase supply which was 230V, whereas the three-phase voltage was 415V. It took some getting used to. He felt around but couldn’t find a light switch – seemed this room had the switch on the outside of the room itself, damn! He pulled out his infrared goggles and put them on, instantly realising he was in the buildings’ electrical supply room surrounded by the primary electrical breaker switches for the whole building. He could make the whole building go dark but knew from his research that the emergency lights would kick in, the important equipment would have separate back-up generators or their own Uninterruptible Power Supplies and all he would have done is drawn some unwanted attention to himself forcing him to do a “John McClane” Die Hard impersonation.
He checked out the distribution boards and realised they were coded. He had no idea which circuit went where within the building. Instead, he turned and reached into his costume pocket for his mechanical lock pick and headed over to the door to bump the lock, which thankfully had a standard pin tumbler mechanism. The process was louder than Firewall would have liked but it worked, as the well-oiled door swung inwards. Having removed his googles, Firewall looked out into a well-lit corridor. This had to be the basement, the lack of windows gave it away. Then he heard heavy metallic footprints heading in his direction from around the corner. “Something wicked this way comes“ he thought as he glimpsed an armoured figure with an Iron Four emblazoned on its chest, step round the corner trying each of the doors of the rooms.
Firewall quietly shut the door again, realised he had no way to relock it and wedged it closed instead with a door stopper he had seen next to the door even as he put all of his strength against it as well. Hopefully the handle turning wouldn’t arouse any suspicions?
There was a twist of the handle and a loud bang as Four’s fist connected with the door then the steps continued to the next door. Whatever was there was apparently unlocked and the figure banged some doors inside before moving into the room just beyond that.
To his surprise everything was silent for a minute or two then he heard something like running water splashing against a container and loud, tuneless whistling. Was Four really doing what he thought he was doing?
If he was right, this would be a good time to rush him while he was ‘indisposed’. He hurried out into the corridor smiling at the stylised female figure on the door next to his and quietly opened the men’s door just beyond that. As he had hoped, Four had removed part of the armour to allow him to perform a biological necessity into a nearby urinal as he stared up at the ceiling while whistling.
Firewall smiled and lasered him from behind. The blast would hopefully override the suit’s integrated comms. Whether it succeeded in doing that he couldn’t be sure but by the way he staggered and turned, the blast had been felt and had left him both dazed and bewildered.
Outside a very silent 125cc motorcycle headed into the car park in front of the studio plaza and parked up as Colin removed his leather jacket and helmet and remasked. In the distance he could see the heavily armoured brute suit walking up and down in the reception area. Best to avoid, at least initially, he thought as he covertly made his way towards the fire exit further along the building. He had to risk a dash across the open plaza but was reasonably sure that Number Eight hadn’t seen him as he looked at the locking mechanism of the double doors. It was the push bar design common to such fire doors with a single locking bar going into the ground on the other side. He bypassed the alarm circuits then he pulled out a flexible strip of memory plastic and quietly pushed it under the door and beneath the bar before activating it, forcing the bar to spring up and the doors to start to swing outwards. He stopped their progress and slipped inside before quietly closing the door. To both sides of him were doors with glass panels and in front of him were two sets of stairs, one heading up to the next floor and the other heading down. He hid under the slope of the upwards stairs with only a frosted glass panel between him and the stairs to the basement. Better hope no one comes up the stairs anytime soon.
It was a risk but one he had to take as he peered over the glass that allowed people to see into (and out of) the computerised control room opposite the studio. Display monitors and camera control panels for the green screen background and large display monitors in the studio as well as the remote camera’s on rails. He saw two armoured figures working on the control desks. One had a golden One emblazoned on the chest unit of their suit while the other had a silver-greyish-white coloured Seven on theirs. The suit of Seven’s was vaguely more feminine in design and Cadet could hear her voice through the glass confirming it as she appeared to be trying to circumvent a boxed unit clearly marked Emergency Broadcast and link it into a remote computer she had placed on the control panel.
Behind them, he could see through to the glass partition on the other side of the room to the Brute standing vigil in Reception. There was the sound of multiple sobs coming from the large open studio on his left and he carefully made his way along the floor of the corridor avoiding the large paned glass panels, towards the studio doors as he again risked peering in. Over in the north-west corner of the studio were gathered the staff, everyone from presenters and guests to the janitorial and security crew. Watching over them was a single armoured figure with a metallic Five on its chest.
As Cadet tried to figure out what to do next he heard a weird sizzling sound over his comms-unit that indicated that Firewall had reopened their encrypted channel and had just zapped something or someone. Then, “Little brother to big brother; are you in The House yet?” He risked a whispered reply as he kept as close to the floor as he could, “I’m in The House but where are you?” There was no immediately reply.
He crawled back to the door to the control room and wedged the strip of memory plastic under the gap before activating it and jamming the door shut. It wouldn’t hold for long against the strength of an armoured suit but every second counted, didn’t it?
He risked a glance inside and saw Seven activate her external computer and a familiar blue screen of compulsion began to be displayed on the control room monitors. Cadet immediately dropped his gaze as he recognised Browsers’ familiar hypnotic program had just been activated. On the opposite side of the corridor the sobbing suddenly stopped even as the pattern and commands began to demand their viewers’ absolute attention. A male voice shouted out, “Thanks boss, that’s worked. They’re all compliant now.”
A female voice from the control replied, “Security protocols confirm that all the official staff and guests are accounted for. Stay on guard though.”
From where Cadet lay, he could hear the conversation between Gold One and Titanium Seven as they apparently tried to patch in and broadcast Browsers signal. Then Cadet overheard Seven saying she wasn’t happy about the job. ”What sick mind deliberately targets young kids and teens while leaving the adults stuck in a fugue state? What is their purpose?”
Gold One shrugged, “I don’t know and I don’t care. All I know is that Labyrinth pays well and they’re backing this nut-job… Is the Emergency Broadcast System ready to go online?”
Seven replied, “Almost, I still need to cut the radio feed, as without the mesmerising graphics it would be useless other than alerting the authorities that something is going down… Don’t look! You’ll get hypnotised, like the staff if you do.”
“So this Emergency Broadcast system is designed to hack into all other channels?”
“Well, all terrestrial signals anyway, not cable or satellite feeds unless they are watching a BBC, or some other compromised show live online. It was originally designed to be used to give a four-minute warning of nuclear attack but the Government has insisted it remains in force countrywide in case it needs to be used from outside of London for any reason. It will even broadcast to other countries though what effect that will have if no-one speaks English is anyone’s guess.”
So that was the plan, the Power Corps have apparently been paid by someone or something calling itself Labyrinth to take over a regional television station, then use the emergency countrywide override all BBC studios had in case of a major emergency to interrupt terrestrial transmissions. They would then use it to broadcast a hypnotic signal worldwide, deliberately aimed at children, to program them to subconsciously carry out whatever instructions Browser transmits once everything is ready.
As he contemplated what all this meant, he heard Firewall mutter in his ear something about “I’m busy in the toilet. I will be up shortly.”
Back in the control room, Seven muttered something to Gold One about having to detach radio stations from the transmission before activating the emergency Broadcast Override which is something she can’t do from there and both of them left the control room together via a side door.
Down in the toilet, Firewall risked sending a quick transmission to Cadet to ask if “Big Brother” was “in The House yet?” even as he risked firing off a second laser attack, this time at Four’s helmet. The zap again found its target. He could ‘feel’ a last second burst transmission as his target’s comms went offline even as he ended up ‘watering’ his own leg armour as the blow caused him to spin round, stagger back and shatter the urinal behind him.
He was fairly quick to respond though to the second attack and he unleashed a blaster discharge that missed, but only just, as Firewall was convinced that it must have burnt the sleeve of his costume. The missed shot did hit something though as the cubicle immediately behind Firewall evaporated into a storm of wooden splinters and porcelain fragments. The noise was immense and Firewall was convinced everyone in the building must have heard it.
As though in response, both Cadet and Firewall heard the lift doors above them both open then the lift headed down to the basement. Firewall risked a quick, “I really hope that’s you Brov’, I did call for back up!” and heard a murmured, “Nope, I’m afraid you might just have a nasty surprise heading your way. I need to take care of something and I’ll be with you when I can…”
Firewall readied another shot as he quietly justified his intended actions with a “Got to hit a man when they’re down, always.” and unleashed a Taser shot at his target’s exposed and still dripping section of male anatomy. The pain caused his opponent to collapse backwards, thankfully unconscious as his helmet (and head inside) interacted with the remains of the urinal leaving him lying on the ground even as the water poured out on top of him. “Hope the suit’s waterproof“ thought Firewall.
He whispered to Colin that, “I’m a bit backed up here” as he realised that he needed out of there and didn’t want to run into another of the armoured mercenaries on the way. He looked up saw the light fittings, then reached up, interfacing with the lighting circuit and vanished as he entered the electrical conduit, reappearing in the toilets on the floor above. Seems the lighting circuits were easier to navigate (and separate) from the three-phase circuits used for the equipment. This toilet was also in a better state of repair than the one he’d just vacated.
While this was going on, Cadet had elected to risk sneaking through the previously wedged door into the control room. With Gold One and Titanium Seven no longer present, that only left Eight in the Foyer with a possible opportunity to see him. Or did it? The use of the lift meant there had to be at least one more Corps member in the building, possibly more. Still, Cadet immediately began switching off all the equipment and unplugging them from their UPS (Uninterruptible Power Supplies), leaving the hard disk sealed in the playback unit and the main monitor in the studio to continue playing until last. He would have preferred to have disabled each of the units but he hoped a hard close down would at least delay matters and help keep his presence on the floor a secret for as long as possible from the person in the brute armour next door. As soon as he pulled the last plug he made a fast crawl for the door and threw himself into the stairwell, aware that he had just called attention to his presence in the building.
His timing was good as Eight came slamming through the adjoining doors into the Control room and the hostages began squealing as the large plasma screen stopped receiving the Browser signal.
Meanwhile, staying low to the ground, Cadet elected to cause some mischief and moved along the corridor towards the main doors to the television studio. As he did so he could hear metallic footsteps rushing along the corridor on the other side of the elevator heading towards the control room.
He had seconds at best before they started to reboot the system and potentially re-hypnotise the hostages. He risked a glance over the glass into the studio and saw Five threatening the hysterical hostages if they didn’t “just shut the fuck up!”
One chance to catch him off balance, Cadet swung the door open and hurled his bolos at Five’s legs catching him off-guard as they twirled round and slammed his legs together. Only his suit’s internal gyro system kept him upright as he attempted to use his boot jets to get into the air and failed as the tangled jets cross-fired, pushing him off balance. Every time he tried to right himself he stumbled until he switched the jets off and crashed back down to earth.
He unleashed his blaster at the shadowy Cadet on the other side of the door and wiped out the door, which slammed into Cadet with enough force it left him battered and staggered as he crashed into the lift doors and through the ringing in his ears could hear something or someone on the floor below banging. He could also hear Eight crashing through the double doors into the Studio Control Room shouting something about, “I’ll shoot the shit out of here unless you come out now!” He obviously thought Cadet was still in there, hiding somewhere. Actually he hoped the idiot would, a few missiles into the broadcasting equipment would definitely ensure there was no signal.
At the other end of the building Firewall exited the male toilets on the ground floor and, seeing the route was clear, ran down and into the Reception, behind the guy in the Brute Suit. They just needed to keep them busy until the Police came. This mission of theirs had to be time-sensitive.
As he crashed through into the Reception Area, Eight turned and raised his missile arm. Firewall though was faster and unleashed a laser blast straight at his barrel chest, hoping that this was the focus for the suit’s power pack. The blast hit and the robotic-looking suit staggered back, smashing into one of the consoles before righting itself. Direct hit and the weaving of the armed arm seemed to indicate that some of its systems were off-line including possibly its targeting systems? Then all hell broke loose as it fired a missile straight at him. The mini-missile shattered the glass on the doors between the two rooms and hit the wall behind Firewall. The resulting explosion caused Firewall to fly through the air and over the reception desk hitting the ground as the world reverberated with the explosion that took out most of the far wall and what must have been a makeup room going by the cloud of face powder billowing out of the massive hole in the wall. Firewall’s ears rang with the sound of the explosion, leaving him partially deaf and uttering an unheard “shush!” at the commotion.
Back in the Studio, Cadet brushed himself off and threw himself at the armoured figure expanding his Bo staff out for a stab at the helmet before swirling it round to batter him again on the side of the helmet. There couldn’t be a lot of padding inside the helmet as it took a couple of serious-looking dents from the assault. Five responded with a blast from his wrist cannon which missed Cadet but did take out the glass partition wall. The captives were again turning hysterical just as the plasma screen on the back wall reactivated displaying the Browser imagery and immediately placed them back into a suggestible state. There were thankfully no vocal commands and it seemed that only that monitor had activated, Either Gold One or Seven must have reached and started to reactivate the system. He glanced round and saw the single solitary figure of Seven sheltering behind the Brute Armour as she tried to get the various systems back online.
Firewall unleashed an EMP blast at Eight but the effect also overrode the USP systems and control room’s circuity, crashing all the unshielded units and causing them to go offline again.
Behind him, he heard someone running and a door slamming. It had to have been Gold One but why? What could be down there? The browser program must still be running and if so was there another way in the building that the signal could be broadcast?
Cadet again rushed at Five and carried out a double strike to the helmet this time shattering the helmet with the final blow revealing a bruised and bloody face of its operator as he slipped into unconsciousness. Cadet then turned and started pushing the captives towards the far wall and the fire exit. At least if they were out of the building there was a chance that it would break them out of their hypnotic state.
“Still waiting on that back-up Colin,” Firewall muttered as Seven ignited her jets and headed at him trying to use her suit’s servos to boost her strength so she could hopefully strangle the life out of him. He reached up and grabbed a dangling electrical cable from one of the shattered light units causing him to physically vanish. He zapped down the electricity cables in search of the missing Gold One even as Seven slammed heavily into the wall behind where Firewall had been a second previously, collapsing it and part of the roof on top of her.
Firewall came out on the reception area above and ran for it even as part of the floor (or the roof of the floor below) began to collapse.
He ran into a nearby workshop, a special effects area apparently, which still displayed artefacts from old TV series shot on location nearby including some he recognised from the original Doctor Who series. No time to take in the sights though, thought Firewall as he rushed through the other door opposite and found himself on the walkway round the top of the main studio. He avoided looking at the browser screen and immediately entered another nearby workshop, which was an Aladdin’s cave of electrical equipment. Surely here he could find something he could use to block the transmission?
He looked around and saw what he hoped was a signal jammer, possibly used to block mobile phone signals during transmissions. Now if he could just adapt it to interfere with the broadcast..?
Then he realised that the back wall was stacked with wall to wall hard disks of TV shows past and present, both transmitted and not. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, was that really the sequel to Ace of Wands and… His eyes immediately fell on a transmission tape whose name made his heart pound, could this really be the original never broadcast audition tape of the character, Mr Tumble? When Chris had been a little girl she had loved the series on the BBC’s pre-school television channel CBeebies. Mr Tumble was a character played by Justin Fletcher, a children’s television presenter and actor. Chris immediately transferred the video file of the audition tape onto a spare USB drive and pocketed it. If they wanted a war over what got transmitted, then he chose Mr Tumble over Browser’s hypno-artistic endeavours any day.
He grabbed the drive and the signal jammer and walked over to a workbench, as he allowed his conscious mind to go blank as he started to improvise a working device. In reality, he was busy surfing the web looking for a viable solution to block the broadcast signal. He was so engrossed in his task he almost didn’t hear the sirens of the Police and a fire engine arriving outside.
Cadet heard it though and knew he had to help whittle down the opposition before the police unknowingly entered the kill zone. Then he heard someone enter the lift from the basement even as someone above – Firewall possibly – also hit the call button. Upstairs Firewall was worried that he was about to get into all sorts of trouble by broadcasting the Mr Tumble footage – copyright infringements if nothing else – that he failed to realise someone was already using the lift.
On the ground level Cadet knew he had to stop the lift, but how? Then he had an idea worthy of Firewall himself. He grabbed his staff, extended it and forced the elevator doors open as he fired his grapple at the pulley system two floors up and allowed it to wrap round the mechanism. The lift in the shaft ground to a halt mid-level, trapping the car between floors. There was a rooftop trapdoor on the car but it was too small for someone in armour to get through, or so he hoped.
A second later, there was an explosive blast from inside the lift as the occupant fired off his blaster at the lift roof causing it to fragment leaving a massive hole where the trapdoor had been. Through the smoke and fragments the armoured Six ignited his jet boots and flew through the gap and up the lift shaft. Cadet fell backwards, allowing the lift doors to slam shut. As he did so, another blast exploded from inside the shaft.
Above, the explosion caused the floor’s lift doors to buckle and made Firewall quickly decide to use the stairs instead. He jumped down and rushed into a room on the floor below, which was filled with stage dressings. He zapped himself back into the lighting looking for active circuits. There were several but there was one to a room that had he hadn’t been in yet and found himself materialising in a secondary production control room opposite another, smaller studio. As he expected, Gold One was busy pulling out the cables to the local radio studios.
Back by the lift, Cadet realised that his grappler was still fastened to the pulley above and he was a sitting target, if not from the Power Corpsman in the lift shaft, then from the other two still on the loose.
As the doors to the lift shaft were pulled open by armoured gauntlets, Cadet hit the rewind on his grapple and flew past the armoured figure inside the shaft, kicking out at the armour several times as he flew up to dangle just above the upper floor. He allowed himself to dangle like a piñata as again he forced the doors open and swung through. He wasn’t fast enough. Six fired off his blaster and although he only caught part of the attack, it was enough to knock him through the door and onto the corridor as well as bruise every muscle in his body leaving him badly dazed. He wasn’t sure he could move. His grapple continued to rewind in on itself as he just lay there.
Downstairs, Firewall rushed forward, dodging beneath Gold One’s outstretched arms as he turned into data format and integrated himself into the computer system. He considered turning off the Browser signal but then thought how he could use it to his advantage. As pure electrical energy, he was part of the basic operating program and as such he was God while in there. He immediately switched on all the monitors in the control room and redirected the broadcast signal to them. Gold One didn’t have enough time to avoid the transmission and was entranced. Now Firewall had to figure out how to upload the Mr Tumble file so if it did switch over to Emergency Broadcast mode that would be broadcast instead… That’s when he realised he didn’t know how to separate the datafile from his own essence or even if he could, how he would activate it while he remained incorporeal inside the data stream.
He rematerialised and could see that Gold One was definitely out of it. It had to be enough, the Emergency Broadcast hadn’t activated so it was mission accomplished. He just had to make sure his friend was safe as he dematerialised into the nearest socket and rematerialised a second later next to the prone Cadet. His uniform had absorbed a lot of the damage from Six’s attack but his face was still bloody and bruised and he wasn’t sure he didn’t have some cracked ribs. Firewall immediately started checking him for damage even as Six appeared inside the shaft and aimed at them both.
Enough, Firewall didn’t even take the time to look as he pointed his hand at the armoured figure and unleashed a laser blast at him. Several of the suit’s systems went temporarily offline as he crashed back onto the roof of the lift but not before Six managed to get off a final shot. The blast hit Firewall directly and almost knocked him through the glass partition into the studio on the floor below. Thankfully, he didn’t wait to finish them off as Six activated his boot jets, broke through the glass above and vanished into the sky. They were sure the crashing noise from below was Seven also taking the opportunity to flee.
Together the two of them managed to slowly scramble to their feet and look at the gathering crowd of Police and Fire Officers outside. Did they really want to wait around to be interviewed about their involvement? Officially they should have reported the incident and then waited rather than get involved; and of course neither of them were Hero Certified, yet. That added legal complications they would prefer to avoid so that meant it was time for them to disappear as well.
Hobbling to the fire exit, Cadet reached up and attached zip wire pulleys to the shielded telephone cable and clipped safety cables to their costumes before they went flying out across the car park and away from the gathering crowd below. Holding on hurt but not as much as the sudden stop before they hit the side of the building opposite but at least they had got away without being questioned. Cadet would need to rescue his bike from the car park though and Firewall his backpack – he failed to see Firewall’s winces turn to a smile as he realised he still had the unbroadcast video of Mr Tumble with him. Looks like he was about have a trip down memory lane with an old TV favourite.
It was just a shame they hadn’t been able to figure out what the purpose of Browser’s broadcast had been. When they had first met Browser3 she had been harvesting teenage Metas. Had this been intended to do the same across the country or had it been some sort of extortion scheme writ large? They just didn’t know. They had to be content with stopping whatever it was and hope the Police manage to arrest most if not all the mercenaries.
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