Act 4

Fade In:
Slayer Training Room – Night

“Okay, let’s finish up with some agility practicing,” Willow told Marsha as she pointed to a small platform. It was about twelve inches around and three feet high. The Watcher motioned the young slayer to take it to the center of the room to the mats.

With platform in hand, Marsha followed Willow to the room’s center and set it down. “Now, hop on up,” Willow said as she gave the structure a pat on top. “What you’re going to do is balance yourself up here.”

Marsha stepped up and stood still for a few beats. “That was easy. Time to call it a night then?” 

The young slayer tried to hop back down, but Willow grabbed her hips. “Not so fast,” the Watcher warned. “Stand on one leg, on the ball of your foot and extend your arms outside your body.”

Marsha rose slightly and extended her foot but began to wobble. “Now the purpose of this exercise is for you to…” Willow watched as Marsha stood above her with arms flailing. Before the Watcher could continue, Marsha began to fall over and Willow steadied her descent to the mats. “…Not fall over,” Willow finished dryly.

“Geez, that’s harder than it looks. I feel like the cute guy in that Karate Kid movie Andrew made us watch one night.”

“Well, Daniel-san,” Willow joked. “It’s not as easy as it looks, is it? Let’s give it another try.”

“You’re not gonna make me wash your car or paint your fence later, are you?” Marsha asked with her hands firmly planted on her hips.

“Keep it up and I might,” Willow countered. “Now let’s try it again.”

Marsha did as Willow instructed and very casually remarked, “So did Kennedy really get loaded tonight?”

“What?” Willow asked with an incredulous look on her face.

“Hey, word spreads fast in the council. Rumor has it she got toasted with Faith when they were out bar hopping. And did she really call you a bitch, because –”

“That’s not your concern,” Willow cut her off. “Practicing your center of balance is. So let’s get back to work.”

“What are you gonna do with her?” Marsha asked innocently.

Willow looked up at the girl, who now stood balanced on one leg with her arms extended off her body. “Suspension, definitely, but beyond that…I wish I knew,” Willow sighed.

Fade In:
Watchers Council – Lounge – Later that night

The work table wasn’t as full as it sometimes could be. Blearily, Kennedy sat at one end of the table. Her bloodshot eyes wandered around the room. Robin, beside her, managed to hover without seeming to.

Marsha came in from the kitchen as quietly as she could. Then Willow entered, stirring a glass of iced tea.

“Uh…Andrew?” He looked away from the books he and Giles were examining. She held out the glass and gestured to the table’s end. “Something for Kennedy.”

The silence in the room was really more of a pause, but Andrew obediently took the glass over to Kennedy. She herself said nothing but slowly took the glass. Tasting it took even longer. She spilled a few drops. “Tastes funny,” she mumbled.

“Willow,” whispered Andrew loudly, “you’re not slipping her a mickie or anything, are you?”

“No.” Her voice was stone cold.

“Cause I was reading how some people used absinthe for medicinal purposes…”

“What’s absinthe?” asked Marsha.

“Never mind,” said Giles.

“It’s not absinthe,” Willow said simply.

“Then what is it?” Kennedy asked, her voice almost a croak. She looked sharply, or what passed for sharply, at Willow in the pause that followed. “Magic?”

“Kinda sorta, really just something herbal…” Willow answered, without adding more.

Kennedy gave Willow a look of disdain and pushed the glass away.

“Herbal remedies do often work,” Rowena began, but fell silent when Kennedy cast the gaze in her direction.

Faith came in bearing a glass of water and a small bottle. “Aspirin for the party girl,” she announced.

“So it is true,” Marsha remarked. “She is drunk,” she added with a chuckle.

“Okay, time for you to call it a night,” Willow told her. “Get back to the dorms and we’ll do some more training in the morning.”

“Yeah, but –”

“Or instead of training, perhaps you can wash the cars in the cold garage like we discussed earlier,” Willow said, folding her arms across her chest.

Marsha gave a sigh and began to leave. “Fine…leaving now.”

Robin took the bottle and set a pair of tablets in one of Kennedy’s hands, the glass of water in the other. “C’mon,” he said, “swallow. And drink the whole glass. Voice of experience from many a college morning after.”

“Really?” asked Faith, eyebrows rising. “Knew you had some deep dark secrets in your past.”

“Never said I didn’t,” he replied. “Though in this case it’s more a case of wild oats.”

“I could go for some oats,” she said with a smile. “So tell.”

“The whole thing about deep, dark secrets…if you tell ’em they’re not secrets any more.”

She leaned closer to him. “Later. That way they’ll be our secrets. See how well that works out?”

A ghost of a smile flickered across his face. “You still gotta convince me.”

“Oh! Is that a challenge I hear?”

Kennedy grunted at this, but managed to drink most of the water. She even belched. “Why can’t I just slay that dog that’s running around and barking in my mouth?”

“You know,” offered Rowena, one eyebrow high, “you were supposed to be on duty tonight, not doing a pub crawl.”

“Give it a rest, Goldilocks,” said Faith, taking a seat in Robin’s lap. “She screwed up. We all do. Now she’s taking her medicine.”

“Literally,” agreed Giles with a hint of disapproval in his voice.

With a loud BANG a slayer ran into the room. Kennedy nearly crossed her eyes at the sound, and did cover her ears. Willow took a step towards her, but stopped herself. Kennedy groaned.

“We cracked the case!” yelled Vi, not noticing how Kennedy winced.

“You did?” Giles asked, sounding a bit uncertain.

“Yep! Saw the guy. He matched Ken’s description. Even came from the direction of the last murder we heard on the radio tonight,” she added. “Rona’s still at the house in case he decides to move.”

“She’s not going –”

“No,” Vi answered before Giles could finish. “She’s only observing. If he takes off, she’ll follow and call us with the location, but we better move in quickly so that doesn’t happen.”

Vi noticed Kennedy clutching her head and did a double take. “Hey, what’s wrong with Ken?” she asked the group.

“Too much liquor fun,” said Faith and then paused. “And that’s liquor as in booze not…you catch my drift.”

Giles rolled his eyes and shook his head, trying to get back to business. “Faith, can you head back out there with Vi?” asked Giles.

“No problem, Chief,” she nodded and reached for her coat.

“Okay, then,” said Kennedy, standing up and taking a deep breath. “We need to roll.”

“Not you,” Willow said firmly. “You’re on suspension.”

“Excuse me?” Kennedy snorted.

“You heard what I said,” Willow said softly, avoiding eye contact.

“Sorry, Miss Rosenberg,” said Kennedy. “I’m gonna go. So if you wanna stop me, you better wave your magic wand, cause that’s the only way I’m staying.”

Willow locked eyes with Kennedy at that point. “Is this how we’re gonna play it?” Willow hissed as she walked over a few feet. “We can, you know.”

Sensing the tension and icy tone between the two women, Rowena rose and stood between them before they could get any closer to each other.

“Kennedy,” she said, “this creature has been killing women ten times longer than you’ve been alive. And, suspension or not, you’re not physically prepared to do battle yet.”

Timidly, Faith raised her hand, “Can I add something here?” All eyes looked in Faith’s direction. “I’m not condoning what Brat did tonight, alright? And I do think she should take some time off patrol.”

“Thanks a lot!” Kennedy spat in Faith’s direction.

Faith just ignored her comment and continued. “But she’s the only one that can positively ID this dude. I don’t know about you folks, but I don’t wanna go in and kill the wrong guy. I know what I’m talkin’ about and I don’t want any repeats. Follow me?”

Rowena looked at Giles, who looked at Willow, who looked at Wood, who looked at Rowena… who relaxed with an unhappy sigh. Giles stood up. His voice lost all hesitation, becoming quietly but firmly that of one in command. 

“Very well, but you are not, I repeat, NOT, to engage in combat. Given the proven danger and threat of magic, Willow will go as well. Rowena and I will accompany, to assist and see that you adhere to the Council’s orders. Robin,” he said, turning to him, “you are in charge until we return.”

Robin nodded but didn’t say anything. Giles then looked sternly at Kennedy. “Given your condition at present, you are the reserve. I’ll say again, Faith and Vi are to engage this being, not you. Is that understood?”

Kennedy nodded, not looking in his eyes.

“I said… understood?”

Hearing the strictness in his voice, Kennedy looked up and saw a fire and conviction in his eyes she hadn’t seen but once – when he faced Ethan Rayne.

“Gotcha. Roger. Wilco,” Kennedy muttered before putting her head back down.

Giles exhaled, unhappy. “We’d best arm ourselves, then.”

Fade In:
Weird Old House – Same Night

They approached the dilapidated house, coming to Rona’s side where she stood beside a parked car across the street.

“You know,” pondered Faith aloud, “maybe I’m spoiled and all, but you’d think these guys would crash in someplace nice for a change.”

“Demons have a different idea of what’s nice,” offered Rowena.

“What, to them mold is a good thing?” asked Vi, idly handling her ax. 

The young Watcher shrugged. “Maybe.”

“No movement, I assume,” Giles asked Rona. 

“Not that I could see,” she answered. “I saw a back door, but if he left, he didn’t come down the main street here.”

Faith said, “Say what you want about the Mayor, he at least knew how to take care of his digs. I mean – look at this place! I’m gonna want a bath when we get through here, whether we find anything or not.”

Kennedy spoke up. “Can we PLEASE just go inside and get this over with?”

“She’s probably right,” said Rowena. “Best not to give him, or it, any more time than need be.”

Giles sighed, and then nodded. Faith, Rona, Vi, Kennedy, Rowena, Willow and he all headed to the door. They fanned out, scouting the outside of the house.

Cut To:
Weird Old House – Moments Later

On the one hand, the inside of the house was in most ways even worse than its exterior. Dust lay everywhere, sometimes as thick as half an inch. Most of the furniture was broken, all if it was laced with mildew, and cockroaches scuttled in every direction. From inside the walls came sounds everyone assumed were rats.

“Be it ever so humble,” Rowena mumbled in Willow’s direction as they crept inside.

The witch gave her a slight smile and nodded her deeper into the dwelling.

“God…” whimpered Kennedy “…that smell!” Her hand covered her mouth.

“You sure you’d not rather be outside?” asked Rowena, at her side.

“Nope. Just…gotta…breathe through my mouth is all.” She demonstrated. “Yeah, that helps. Some.”

“I don’t blame you,” muttered Vi, her face a little green.

“Look at the cobwebs,” pointed Willow. Spiders had obviously been at work for many years, since their webs were nearly everywhere. Except where Willow pointed.

“Vampires I can deal with, but spiders…” Rona said as she shuddered and began to wipe off her shoulders.

“No – well yeah, spiders ewww –  but, ” Willow interrupted. “He’s left us a path. Look,” she repeated.

“Excellent observation,” said Giles. His flashlight swept the room, confirming there was only one place where cobwebs were broken. A quick look down soon revealed a trail in the dust as well.

“That’s either real good news or real bad,” offered Faith.

“Why?” asked Vi.

“Because,” Rowena answered, “if he’s not covering his tracks, that means he’s either stupid or confident. Or…maybe both.”

Giles nodded. “Good point. He may well feel unthreatened, with very good reason. Everyone stay alert.”

They began to mount the stairs. From its top, an odd green glow was barely visible.

Fade In:
High Rise Office Building – Same Time

“My time is hardly without limit,” Bonnie said, eyes fixed on her guest. Her eyes contained a threat, mild but very real. “In fact, were you not a proven forward scout with an impeccable record, I’d not have even agreed to see you.”

Jack stared at her, not blinking. As if distracted, he murmured. “There’s a whore I want. Strong. That means she’s suitable.”

“Good for you,” said Bonnie. “You hardly need our permission. Gut her to your heart’s content.”

“Strong,” he repeated. “Slayer strong.”

“Indeed?” Bonnie leaned back in her chair, head cocked. Her entire manner shifted from bored tolerance to growing interest.

“Another woman called her Ken.”

“You want to harvest the Slayer Kennedy?” she asked, eyes wide.

The tall pale figure nodded. “I am one to keep my pact. Out of loyalty to the Presidium, I wanted to let you know my plans. She is strong, very strong. Her heart alone should give considerable vigor.” He seemed to focus on something else, contemplating some inner plan. “Mother, she’s so weak. But if I could harvest strong whores, the kind this Kennedy is, harvest a whole herd of them – yes, that might work wonders. You see?” This last he said fiercely, suddenly turning to Bonnie with feverish eyes. “You do see, don’t you?” he whispered.

“As a matter of fact,” was her reply “I do. Well, not completely, but that hardly matters. Your loyalty is much appreciated. Feel free to harvest as many slayers as you are able. The only proviso – we insist their companions be left unmolested. Only slayers, you understand. No watchers.”

He nodded, a small grin flickering across his face. “Only slayers. No watchers. I promise.”

Bonnie smiled back and said, “Harvest them with the Presidium’s blessing.”

Cut To:
Weird Old House – Same Time

The room’s greenish glow came from a machine. As watchers and slayers entered, their eyes soon adjusted and they got a good look at it.

Central to the machine was a translucent tube, filled with a glowing green liquid spinning in a kind of slow-motion twirl. Symbols were inscribed on the side. An elaborate system of wires and tubes emerged from the top, snaking across the room to a chair. Carved into the chair was the shape of a man, not unlike the chalk outline used at murder scenes. But this was not chalk. The outline glowed the same green as came from the machine.

“What is that?” Vi was the first to speak.

“Something really bad,” ventured Willow. “And magical. I can feel waves of dark energy coming from it. And…” she concentrated “…okay, Giles, this is gonna sound creepy. That thing,” she indicated the machine, “it kinda feels alive.” She took a step forward, and staggered. Giles was instantly by her side.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah…just dizzy. It has a psychic residue. A pretty nasty one, too.”

Rowena and Faith had gone straight up to the machine and were examining it. Both stared inside the swirling mass.

“Is that what I think it is?” said Faith.

“A pancreas?”

“Uh…well, I thought it looked like a lung.”

“Oh,” said Rowena. “That? Yeah. That’s a lung. I thought you meant that.” She pointed.

Faith turned away. “Goody. A biology field trip, just what I needed.” Then she looked up. “What’s this stuff?” she pointed.

Everyone gazed upward, noting that another set of wires and tubes did stretch in a different direction. In fact, they reached past a loose, thin curtain behind the machine. A slight glow, also green, was visible through the curtain along with some movement.

Faith and Vi, weapons raised, approached, Giles following along behind them. They took position, nodded to Giles, and he pulled the curtain back in one quick, fluid move. Almost immediately, the slayers lowered their weapons.

The woman looked ancient. She lay on a bed, outlined in green just like the chair. Her frail body probably weighed no more than sixty pounds. White wisps of hair fell from her head. Milky eyes, long blind, didn’t move. A gray tongue kept licking the thin, withered lips of a toothless mouth. Her skin was translucent, thin as parchment, with veins poking out under the tissue.

“…evil…” she whispered. “…we should have died…left to die…let me…oh let me go…” Even her voice sounded like a death rattle.

Vi spoke in a tiny voice. “Mr. Giles? She can’t be Jack the Ripper. Can she?”

“I very much doubt it,” was his low reply.

“…good boy once…” continued the rasping voice of the woman. “…kept his promise, he did…kept it…my fault…never should have…never… should have just died…”

Kennedy and Willow now joined Vi and Faith and Giles, listening to the fragile creature ramble on.

“…my fault…never would have…not never…but for the promise…now…won’t let go…keeps on and on and on…won’t go…good boy…my fault…my fault…” This last resembled a sob. She fell silent for a moment, and then took a deep breath. Her next sentence was louder, clearer, firmer. “Once they win, I’ll never get to die.” Then she started giving a series of shuddering gasps.

Everybody looked at Giles. He could only shrug.

“Sympathetic magic,” muttered Rowena behind them. That got everyone’s attention. She was still studying the machine. “Inside this…well, thing…are floating two sets of lungs, four kidneys, two stomachs… in short, two of every organ needed to keep a human body alive. I believe this is a synthesis of organic, mechanical and magical technology – in this case, designed to keep two people alive long after their bodies should have ceased functioning.”

“That makes sense,” said Giles. “It would also explain the killer’s modus operandi. His murders are expressly for the purpose of…well, harvesting…the correct organs.”

“Does that mean,” said Willow with a brief pause as if considering her words, “that Jack the Ripper is human? I mean, he uses human body parts to fuel his machine?”

“Yes, I fear that’s precisely what it means.”

“Then,” asked Kennedy, staring at the ancient woman in the bed, “who is she?”

“…good boy…good boy…once upon a time…”

“His mother,” offered Vi.

“Jeez!” breathed Faith.

“…just let me go…please…let me go…I want it…release…release your promise…now, release me…let go…” Once again her rasping voice became little more than sobs, but this time they went on and on and on. Everyone in the room cringed at the gasping sounds coming from her throat, sounds that, despite everything else, still somehow retained what they really were – weeping. Willow looked on the verge of tears herself.

“…let me go…” whispered the ancient woman, looking directly at Kennedy, who stood the closest to her.

Kennedy pulled out a dagger from her belt and raised it.

“NO!” yelled Giles.

Too late. Kennedy plunged her dagger straight into the ancient woman’s chest. With a gurgling sound, the crone twitched. Then twitched again. And again. Her mouth opened, emitting a wail of incoherent pain. But she didn’t die. The wound in her chest didn’t even bleed.

“It’s the machine that’s keeping her alive!” Giles exploded, pushing Kennedy away from the woman.


The shrieking voice came from behind them, from a tall pale man in a long dark cloak. He seemed almost ordinary, save for the rage on his face and the pitch-blackness of his eyes. A Bowie knife was in one hand. The other made a sweeping motion with his hand. “EPTIVAR ESKAREEL!!!”

A wind began immediately to sweep through and around the little room. Tiny bits of furniture fell over. More to the point, all four Slayers and all three Watchers had to brace themselves. As the wind increased, they had to hold on even tighter.

Kennedy was the first to fall. Jack, face grimaced in hate, approached her. “Whore of Babylon! Rabid slut!” he hissed. “Let thy strength be harvested!” He raised his Bowie knife.

Kennedy tried to kick him from the floor, but missed. Vi took a running leap and landed on his back, trying to grab his throat and twist. Jack shook her off in three great twists of his frame. “Another whore! Another sacrifice!”


At this, Kennedy managed to start crawling away. She’d barely gotten footing when someone grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

“HARVEST TIME!” roared Jack.

But his arm, the one with the Bowie knife, stopped.

“Who you calling a whore?” Faith taunted before she twisted him around and kicked him in the groin. He gasped and groaned, so she did it again. And he let go of Kennedy, who landed with a hard thud on the floor. Rona raced over to help pull her away.

Giles, meanwhile, had fallen over in the wind, which was now almost like an indoor gale. He was farthest from the fight, and could only hold on to the side of a wall. Taking in the scene, he raised his voice over the wind. “Rowena! Willow! The machine!”

Both young watchers were beside the machine, which partially shielded them from the gale. They looked up and saw Giles pointing.

Vi worked her way through the winds, trying to get to Faith’s side. Before she could arrive, Jack had punched Faith in the face. The blow had been enough to stagger Faith, but she still held one of his arms. Vi put all she had into a blow alongside Jack’s head, but he barely flinched. Vi’s eyes widened. Faith wouldn’t let go of his arm and kept kicking him. Vi took the opportunity to hit him again.

BECHTOVARI!” Jack intoned. A quick flash of lightning seemed to encircle him for a moment. Faith and Vi yelled in pain and fell away. Jack lost hardly a moment. He raced over and grabbed Rona. He lifted her off her feet and turned to see Rowena and Willow crouched by the machine. With ease he tossed the slayer into the two watchers, and all three of them fell flat on their backs in a tangle. Each one of them scurried to get upright again. Jack took the chance and lifted Kennedy by the hair. Grinning, he backhanded her once – twice – three times.

Kennedy looked back at him, dazed and bloody. Giles gripped solid items in the room, trying to steady himself against the wind and move forward. The slayer barely registered what was happening to her as he placed the Bowie knife against her throat.

“Bye-bye, little Whore,” he hissed.

Then, he stopped. He gasped, as if suddenly punched. Then…shuddered. Dropping Kennedy, he turned around.

Willow and Rowena were pulling apart the wires and tubes atop the machine. As they did so, the green light began to flicker. Finally making it to their sides Giles joined in with ripping the machine apart.

“NOOOOO!” Jack began to run at them, knife held high. Then, he stopped, staring at the watchers. “No…” he mumbled “…I can’t…not you…I CAN’T!”

They continued to pull the wires and tubes. Within the machine, the glow faded and the slow swirl of its contents began to wind down. Jack himself swayed, as the winds he’d summoned began to slowly cease. His lips moved, but no sound was made, and soon after his eyes rolled in his head. Then Jack fell to his knees. By now the wind was gone. Nearly every single wire and tube was disconnected. The machine no longer glowed. And Jack began to shudder on the ground uncontrollably, with gurgling sounds coming from his throat.

At last he looked up. His eyes, no longer solid black but a bloodshot gray, were filled with sorrow. And hate.

“You will all wish I’d killed you,” he wheezed, malice in every word. “The Presidium…will make sure…of…”

Then he melted, becoming nothing but viscous slabs of flesh amid brittle bones. It took all of two seconds. In the bed behind them, the gurgling sounds ceased.

Fade In:
Watchers Council – Infirmary – Night

Kennedy stirred and then opened her eyes. She took in her environment and realized she was at the infirmary back at the Watchers Council. The bed was comfortable and the air was clean. And to the side was seated someone watching her. Someone reading a book.

“Been here long?”

“About an hour,” answered Rowena. “I was waiting for you to wake up.”

“What time is it?”

“Quarter after seven.”

“Wow.” Kennedy blinked, and winced. “Those painkillers really knock ya for a loop! How do I look?”

Not saying a word, Rowena handed over a hand mirror, which revealed Kennedy’s pale face, swollen lip and the dark circles under both eyes.

“I feel pretty, oh so pretty,” the slayer sang off key.

“Actually, the swelling’s gone way down. If you get enough rest, by tomorrow you should be as physically fit as ever.” She put just enough emphasis on the word ‘physically’ that Kennedy could not miss it. That, and the lack of a smile, probably contributed to how slowly Kennedy sat up and met her gaze.

“You got something to say?” Kennedy asked in a short tone.

“I already said it. The first time we met. Remember?”

“Cut the games –”

Rowena interrupted, not loudly but firmly. “I said you needed a watcher. You still do.”

“Hey, Willow made her choice –”

“Watcher,” interrupted Rowena again, “not lover, not girlfriend. You’ve been extraordinarily stupid and reckless. In the process, you endangered your life. Worse, you endangered others. Worse still, half the people around here walk on eggshells around you.”

The silence between them stretched on and on. Neither said anything. They didn’t even blink. Finally, Kennedy looked away and asked, “So I take it Jack’s history?”

Rowena nodded. “Yeah…it’s all rather sad actually.”

“What?” Kennedy asked in disbelief. “You gotta soft spot for organ-gutting psychos?”

“Not particularly,” Rowena said with a smirk. “But we’ve been putting it together since we got back and we realized something. All of Jack’s actions, although horrendous, were motivated out of love. He couldn’t let his mother go, so instead he made some terrible choices. Love might be wonderful, but this obviously shows how dangerous it can be.”

Kennedy took a sudden interest in playing with her fingernails. “I’m not like Jack,” she muttered.

“I don’t recall making a comparison. I simply said –”

“I heard what you said,” Kennedy replied flatly before she met Rowena’s eyes again. “You know, maybe someday, when that iceberg around you melts, you’ll know what it’s like.”

“What it’s like?” Rowena echoed in a questioning tone.

Kennedy looked Rowena straight in the eyes and simply said, “Love.”

The two women then embarked in a staring contest, with no hint of a winner but they both turned to the noise at the entrance. Willow knocked on the door and stepped inside.

“Hey guys,” she said. “Andrew just got back from the video store. Looks like he rented every single movie about Jack the Ripper ever made.” She gave a nervous laugh as neither Rowena nor Kennedy said anything, then plunged forward. “We took a vote. First up is Time After Time. Malcolm McDowell and Mary Steenburgen, plus David Warner as Jack of course. Start with a classic and all. Anyway – the popcorn is a-microwaving! Sodas are a-waiting! I thought maybe you’d like to join us?” Willow’s eyes never left Kennedy’s face as she was speaking. But the slayer didn’t look back at her.

“Think I’ll just get some rest,” Kennedy finally mumbled.

“You sure? Cause, you know, a little non-strenuous relaxation can do wonders!” She grinned widely and deliberately.

“No thanks.” Kennedy turned over, laying her head down and away from both watchers. “Right now all I wanna do is sleep. So, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She said this without turning around.

Willow hesitated, and then left. Rowena waited another moment, eyes fixed on Kennedy, who did not turn. Slowly, Rowena left.

Kennedy stared at the wall.

Fade to Black



End of Modus Operandi


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