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ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

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Scripts
GM, 117 posts
The King
of Comics Canon
Thu 13 Aug 2015
at 17:57
  • msg #1

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

Rather than house the most dangerous criminals in the known world inside their headquarters, the ITSDA constructed a prison several hundred miles off the coast of Maine. This underwater fortress-prison, unknown to almost anyone outside the ITSDA, is guarded by a "wall" of torpedo launchers, a network of remote-controlled anti-ship mines, and "Guard Team 9," perhaps the most dangerous (and stubborn) team of superhumans the ITSDA has ever constructed. It has the ability to rise out of the water for brief periods of time, and agents normally access the facility by landing a VTOL aircraft on its helipad moments after it surfaces.

Inside, the ITSDA elite interrogate and perform tests on the superhumans that find themselves on the wrong side of the law to better understand their abilities. Rumors once abounded amongst the ITSDA that the staff of the prison consisted of a "torture squad." Those rumors, however, were ended when (with the backing of influential agent Jill Irvine) the commander of the prison turned five members of his staff over to the ITSDA for "the excessive usage of force during interrogations."

While the prison may not be the torture center it once was, there is no doubt among Namidians that it is the last place they'd like to end up.
Kane Isaiah Armani
player, 139 posts
Killed In Action
Fri 10 Jun 2016
at 23:00
  • msg #2

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

"Hey, Kane! Just a heads-up, the cell you're in can be dropped into an undersea trench and the trench can be sealed by explosives, so if you're thinking about breaking out, just remember: you can't!"

The bright, cheery, girly voice was starting to piss Kane off. He was certain it was prerecorded, because she didn't respond to anything he said. But it wasn't all bad. The room he was in was alright. There was a TV, a chair that he could comfortably sleep in, and though he couldn't possibly tell you how, he was occasionally given a TV dinner through a two-way safe of some kind, around noon. So he wasn't going to try to escape. Besides, it would be fun to watch the ITSDA try to claw themselves out of what happened at Gaultown.

The white-haired boy was also kept in place by the knowledge that he could still cause mayhem without leaving his spot.

Oh, how delightfully confused they will be.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:01, Fri 10 June 2016.
Dieter Sievold
player, 200 posts
Sun 12 Jun 2016
at 09:08
  • msg #3

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

Super maximum security prisons were pretty seriously tight security and the aitsda floating fortress was a paragon of that arcgetype. However, it was a sad priority fact that super max security was not absolute security. If one knew where and how to look for it, tiny gaps in security existed. Guards were needed, kaintenance staff, administration: one could hide these people as best as one could, restrict access, but access could be granted if one paid well enough and secretly enough.

Deep in the floating fortress, Dieter sat cross-legged against a wall in the tiny cell he was afforded. The circulated air was not wholly stale but not fresh enough either. Most likely, he determined, they had air piped in between surfaces but not enough to keep the whole place fresh. He had found himself in this cell weeks ago after looking out at existence via a window for some time. He knew his plans had gone well if not perfect but his capture was unfortunate. A day after being placed on a table in this room, the card had torn apart and he had thudded into the ground. He had not spoken a word since. There was no interrogation or torture technique ITSDA had yet tried that could crack his mental walls. Slowing his perceptions down had the distinct advantage of making breaking his will nearly impossible. Whatever they did, he never panicked. So, it had been a week since their last attempt. He was certain they were not done. In some slightly msochistic way, he reveled in anticipation of their next attempt.

Still, he had waited for the other thing as well. There was no security his resources could not penetrate in small ways. And yesterday it had happened. He had received his daily food, tasteless protein mash, at the same time as usual and was chewing it when his teeth contact a series of three small metal spheres. He stashed them in his cheek and ate as if nothing had happened. He waited patiently until lights out then laid on his bunk, slowed his perceptions and explored them with his tongue. Any other person would muss the tivy divots in them but Dieter was exceptional. They dictated an order. He isolated the first one and then bit down hard with his molars. Inside his mind, a short message played; just a few sentences that let him know in his own voice what capsule two and three were for.

He smiled and drifted off to sleep..



In his own cell, Mr. Green hadn't known what would happen. His own interrogations were far less happy for him as he broke bit by bit. He was no fortress of mental impregnatude. Neither did he even know of the battle of Gaultown. News was spare down here. When he bit down on the single sphere in his slop, he shook and convulsed a bit. As the message played, he groaned from the strain as his mind was not as prepared for such communication.

When he came to, a medical team he was familiar with from his interrogations was present. He grinned at them as a sense of his old dark humor returned. They checked he was fine quickly as direct contact with him had been learned quuickly to be a poor decision. Each man wore a full cheical suit with internal air supplies. A few of their colleagues had died to various nasty surprises Green had cooked up. They had learned of ways to torture him remotely though. He hated the electro-therapy chair. That was where they took him and strapped him in. He waited patiently for the voice from nowhere which had asked him question for forever now. "We have already determined that something ocur..."

Mr. green spat to interrupt, "Just shut up. Yeah, they smuggled a message to me. Deal with it. It was in the food. Investigate. I got orders. I want to speak to Brian Jameson, a.k.a. Meta. Whoever he is; I have been given direct orders to turn over certain information to him and him alone. Balls in your court, Buster Brown."
Meta
player, 78 posts
Sun 12 Jun 2016
at 21:22
  • msg #4

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

 The next day a man came into the holding area, dressed in casual business attire. His was a mess of sandy brown hair and he wore sunglasses. He was not intimidatingly tall, no rather the opposite, but he was stocky and not in the flabby connotation, in the powerfully compact way. He stood before Mr.Green's cell not unlike a scene from Silence from the Lambs. The man reached forward to touch a speaker button into the room.

(CHUCKSHHHHT)~I'm Brian Jameson, I was told you had information for me Mr.Green? By the way, I have seen 'The Incredible Hulk Movie', so your codename is quite funny to me,~ (CHKT) he paused the mic pickup as a doctor stepped over to say something to Brian, he nodded to the doctor, (KSSSHRT)~so tell me, how did you get that message anyway, you see I'm worried that you may have a secondary objective in mind here...~
Dieter Sievold
player, 208 posts
Mon 13 Jun 2016
at 02:08
  • msg #5

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

MR. Green was standing idly an disrespectfully but not because he had no respect for anyone in particular, he was just a disrespectful punk at times. He smiled at the man and then shrugged, "That was among the information I guess I am allowed to share. Micro beads filled with an engineered compound cause a message to... umm. Shit, I don't know the details. You chomp down on the bead and a little movie plays in your eye or a sound bite for your ear. Storage is tiny so the message tends to be short: an image or a few sentences of speech is all. We like to sneak it into food."

He grinned broadly and then leaned in, "My message was a brief audio order to request a meeting with you and exchange certain information. Let's see: Brian Jameson aka Meta. Meet, Liaise, turn over Gaultown information.  That was the extent of it. I am to offer you information on the Gaultown facility in exchange for... what is it you can do for me Mr. Jameson? The information isn't free. SA wants me to establish a working reciprocal relationship with you after all."

The man who was a broker and fixer for SA was now in his element. He meant to use the information to see what, exactly, he could get in this situation and how he could use it for his own ends and that of his boss.
Meta
player, 83 posts
Mon 13 Jun 2016
at 06:29
  • msg #6

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

 The Foundation starter sat back in his chair to consider this line of information, it was loaded with all sorts of connotations. On the one hand they thought there was something that might interest him in the data from Gaultown, the same battle that he had started, and went through to see this man's boss captured. He already had lots of information, but the SA was nothing if not thorough. There must be some additional bit that they thought he needed to see.

 But what did they want from him? Considering that the SA had an extremely large amount of resources, including the incredible amount of tech they seemed to have at their disposal. No, he had something special they wanted. Influence and support, he was sure of it, but would ask anyway.

 <SHKRK> "I see, ahem," Brian quipped with bile rising in his stomach and he had to take a breath to quelch it, "what is it that you think I can give you is the real question." <KRSHKKK>
Dieter Sievold
player, 210 posts
Mon 13 Jun 2016
at 13:43
  • msg #7

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

Mr. Green blinked and chuckled. He really had no idea why his organization had instructed him to make this arrangement, "I don't know Mr. Jameson. Dieter Sievold wants me to be the liaison between his organization and you. I don't know who you are, what his interest in you is, or why he desires it. I also don't know what I can do for you. Tell me..." Mr. Green smiled like a demon and asked the most dangerous question in existence, "What do you want, Mr. Jameson."

It was the fundamental question that lead good men down the path to darkness or up into the radiance of light. Mr. Green waited for a response.
Meta
player, 87 posts
Mon 13 Jun 2016
at 19:47
  • msg #8

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

 Brian pauses to study the smiley man, stone faced, then he stands taller and straightens his shirt, this was obviously not going anywhere, fast, a faintly exasperated look crosses the Brian's features. He looks as though he's ready to leave, but he taps the comm one more time. <SKrshhskK>"If you don't know anything useful, then how can you even begin to negotiate? I've already got lots of info on Gaultown, we've got everything except a connection to Namidias. If you can give that up, then you'll break a new record for minion backstabbing, so you won't. Case in point, you don't even know what to ask for from me, you basically have nothing... Goodbye Mr.Green, thank you, for wasting my time. If you have ways of letting your bosses know stuff, tell him that he needs to get a more knowledgeable candidate locked up to do this kind of thing."<KRRSHT>

 He releases the comm button then turns and calls to guards beyond the holding area.
Dieter Sievold
player, 213 posts
Tue 14 Jun 2016
at 03:48
  • msg #9

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

Mr. Green laughed again and shrugged, "I do what I am told, Mr. Jameson. I have been locked up here for two months, what could I possibly know of any pertinence? So, you know EVERYTHING about Gaultown? Now THAT is some arrogance! Do you KNOW my boss? I doubt you know even a fifth of it. Now, how can I know what you know and don't know? Why should I guess what information to give up and accidentally give the wrong piece of information? I was not ordered to be a stool pigeon; I was ordered to liaise. So, you want a connection from Gualtown to Namidias? That doesn't exist. How's that for information? SA doesn't work for Namidis, we work for Dieter. Only Dieter works for Namidias. Did you know that, Mr. Jameson?"

The man waited to see if his gambit, a bit desperate, would work out.

"What I want, is to not be here. Make any arrangements or deals you want, but I want out of this facility. I don't expect freedom, but I am sure a man of your means can arrange some kind of work release?"

There, cards on the table from his end.
Meta
player, 95 posts
Wed 15 Jun 2016
at 07:46
  • msg #10

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

 "Oh really," a Brian pauses frozen in his place, "just what part of the SA did you work for? Just what is it that you can do Mr.Green that makes you worth the trouble? I don't doubt your intentions, but there's a pretty big 'if' in dealing with you," he turns to the man, "why would Sievold let this happen? He is your boss, right?"
This message was last edited by the player at 07:48, Wed 15 June 2016.
Dieter Sievold
player, 221 posts
Wed 15 Jun 2016
at 14:06
  • msg #11

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

Mr. Green let a look of desperation cross his face and stepped toward Brian. His hand came up a bit then dropped and his sighed, "Why would I tell? Yup, he's the boss and I don't think you know even half of the reasons he is one scary sonofabitch. Still, if you wonder why I might do this, you don't know SA half as well as you think."

He waited for several long seconds in silence. His form was tense and his eyes darted like a man considering wieghty topics. Which cards to show, which cards to hint at, and which cards to keep close to his chest. "I was Dieter's first lieutenant. He approached me years ago to work for him as a fixer and broker. I located opportunities for profit and the personnel capable of doing what he needed. I continue much in that vein today."

He shrugged, "Specifically, I was or am still a sort of loan shark slash banker for those with criminal intent but a lack of funds. Think of it as shark tanking for crime. Makes a tidy bit of cash but the real purpose is talent scouting."

For now, he left the hints at that. He was doing his best to show how useful he might be able to be.
Meta
player, 101 posts
Sat 18 Jun 2016
at 08:50
  • msg #12

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)


 Brian began to walk back and forth before the window, obviously considering options and figuring out how to probe him for more details that might aid him and...possibly Green in the process. "So, lets just say that I do find a need for you. If I teamed you up with say, Phoenix Crimson, would you be able to control yourself?"

 Meta watched Green, analyzing his skin's moisture levels, his micro-expressions, detecting half-truths and falsehoods within a margin of error, he was after all dealing with a superhuman.

 As he asked the questions he let the man answer in his time, he limited his own responses emotionless when possible, other than providing him with a significant amount of consideration. After he heard the answer to his previous question he moved on, mentally ticking off boxes and giving him a baseline for possible future analysis. "What if I simply released you into the wilds, to do what you will for SA; would you be the man on the inside for me?"

 He nodded again and pressed on, "what can you make with your gift, can you transmute anything into anything else?"

 Lastly he smiled once before asking, "if I do take you under my protective custody, would you be willing to be injected with something if it means you'll go free afterwords?

 After he heard that final answer, he simply nodded one last time and departs the interviewing area.
Dieter Sievold
player, 224 posts
Sat 18 Jun 2016
at 09:27
  • msg #13

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

Mr. Green sighed heavily, "Better you should ask that hothead the question. I have no grudges against him; I am a professional."

He was quiet and waited in stillness as the other man asked questions and processed what he wanted from this. Green had set the stage and made the offer, the other man was questioning it now.

"Would I spy on SA for you? No. But, I don't think that would be necessary. I was told to liaise. Certain streams of information would be shared definitely, I should think, and I might exercise my discretion on some, but spy? You ought to know that such would be impossible..." He wouldn't explain why it would be impossible, but the security measures and cell like natures within SA simply prevented much of that.

"My gifts? I am free to share such. Yes, any substance into any other substance, even a few I have made up myself. Certain things are tougher to transmute than others, but nothing is impossible. Elements are the easiest, alloys and simple mixtures are a bit tougher, and complex machinery is the worst."

"Injected? By "willing" do you mean I would do nothing to resist as well as nothing to mitigate it? I should think you could already see that someone with my abilities would be able to identify a foreign substance inside me, isolate it, and change it, yes? I assume you are that smart. I also assume you know the difference between me accept such an injection and doing nothing about it. So, do you want me to do nothing about it?" He arched an eyebrow at the man.
Meta
player, 104 posts
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 09:22
  • msg #14

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

 Later that evening, as guards begin to file in for the final sweep, Green watches as they replace their normal routine with by rolling into the viewport area beyond his reach, a flat screened high resolution tv. The channel was tuned wordlessly by guards, to CNN, where the banner read, "breaking news: GTF leader rumored to announce big shake-up at press conference."

 The scene is focused on a podium on the steps of someplace called the Ranier Bldg. A man matching the appearance of Brian Jameson moves beyond the few gathered humans forward to address the gathered cameras and field anchors. Two stiff looking security guards flank the convening press release. Another young woman in her early twenties flickers just behind Brian. The shakey footage zooms in to focus on the man now at the podium.

 "Thank you all for coming, I'm here to announce a new initiative that the Gaultown Foundation is proud to be taking part in. In working with ITSDA, we've been allowed and authorized to take into custody a captured Namidian Wave terrorist, Jake Williams aka Mr.Green, who I've been working with to understand the nature of a branch of the 'Wave called the Schwartz Augen. Earlier this year he was apprehended while serving as a squad commander on their behalf and taken into custody. Now with the Foundation's help we have taken important steps forward in learning more about this organization and how it works, because of the cooperation of Mr.Green. As you can see he has willingly accepted this second chance to reform and make a better life for himself and our fellow Gifted for the development of a more peaceful world," Mr.Green comes from behind the assembled Foundation leadership a bit sheepishly, "come on out here and take a bow Mr.Green, you've earned it."

 Mr.Green leans into the mic a bit too closely and says with a tinge of an Australian Accent as he shakes Meta's hand, "thank's for this opportunity to show the world what we can do together."

 The man nods and smiles charmingly, stepping back once again.

 Brian smiles into the cameras and nods back towards Mr.Green, "I think you'll agree that whenever Gifted work together, things get better for everyone. So I also want to...."

 The guard shuts off the tv and clicks the audio into Mr.Green's cell. "You're a free man, you hear? Well, almost, if you agree to Meta's condition of willingly being injected, you'll be free to rendezvous via direct flight to the Ranier Bldg in Seattle where you will report for work release..."
Dieter Sievold
player, 225 posts
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 10:22
  • msg #15

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

Mr. green watched the show with a bit of dread, but when the officer spoke his bit he just smiled widely. He held his arm out and rolled his sleeve up of whatever. If this was the price and the man wasn't going to question him... He chuckled and waited.
Meta
player, 105 posts
Mon 20 Jun 2016
at 04:53
  • msg #16

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

 The guard nods at the Aussie smile and begins going through the first door after first picking up a medical satchel. As he clears the first lock and waits for pressurization of the inner lock to open the last door. "No funny business," the guard says as he studied Green through the glass, "you don't want to waste an opportunity like this, it's the first release of this nature we've had...ever."

 The last door to the airlock hisses open and slides back.

 Beyond the main glass view port a more seasoned looking guard cocks his weapon. The young one nods to the other guard and sets his pack down next to Mr.Green's stool. He withdraws a special looking syringe, two vials of liquid set into it. Each filled with a golden gel and a blue gel respectively. They seemed to glitter in the light of the cell. "Ok fella, show me your arm..."
Dieter Sievold
player, 226 posts
Mon 20 Jun 2016
at 05:17
  • msg #17

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

There was a lot that could be said at the moment: snarky comments, one liners, threats, anything. But, Mr. Green had learned a little bit in his time as a world class criminal about being too chatty. He shrugged and indicated that his arm was already bare and available.

He looked out at the practical guard and grinned widely. He then eyed the two compounds and wondered what tricks Meta had put in there for him. Tagging a villain like him would be tricky. Even poisoning him would be hard. But the press release had said something about his powers... he wondered.

Still, in for a penny in for a pound. He flexed his fist a couple times to get a vein to pop out.
Meta
player, 107 posts
Mon 20 Jun 2016
at 05:40
  • msg #18

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

 Minutes later Mr.Green was signing his conditional release forms, the fine print reads that the ITSDA must monitor his movements and he would be allowed to move about Foundation special access levels of the Rainier Building as well as his own paid and furnished abode within it. After 30 days of no violence of any kind, nor breach of contract(Washington State is an 'At-Will Employment' state so it included his new boss terminating his contract), he would be allowed outside access for periods of up to 24 hours once a week, with special access granted by Employer need. As part of his employment contract he would be required to perform consultant services for the ITSDA twice a week. His official title at his new place of employment would be, "Security Consultant."

 He's informed by a hairy looking officer that there is a Songbird MK-2 waiting to take him to Seattle and he gestures to the last line of the contract from behind the security glass in his booth.
Scripts
GM, 236 posts
The King
of Comics Canon
Thu 30 Jun 2016
at 04:02
  • msg #19

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

The ITSDA's prisoners trice-weekly "social hour" was just beginning. It took place in a simple meeting room that sported agonizingly bright fluorescent lighting, a large table, a full compliment of Gifted guards, unthinkably dense carbon-fiber walls, and thick windows made of transparent aluminum. Ash, Zenith, and Spurt all sat near each other.

"And they cripple us; they took everything...My freedom, my Gifts," Spurt shook with rage as he stared at his hand, desperately gripping and flexing it in a hopeless attempt to force it to explode into the monstrous appendage he knew it could be.

"We know, okay?! We know! You don't have to remind us; they took my Gift away, too," shouted Ash. He scanned the room quickly, making sure that no guards were focusing on him, and waggled all of his fingers as he leaned in to whisper. "But not forever, see? Zeni says Dieter's crew gots a plan."

Spurt shot up, sliding his chair a couple of feet back, and gritted his teeth. Zenith eyed the guards as they turned to face Mr. Tsing's outburst.

"Don't toy with me," said Spurt. "False hope won't rid us of these parasites!"

"I've no intention of filling your mind with lies, Daniel. I simply suggest we speak with him and the others. The expanded minds of the men and women locked in this facility all yearn to be free. And, as they say, two heads are better than one," Zenith leaned back in his chair as he spoke, blowing his breath up into the air before flashing Daniel a twisted, little smile.

"Yeah, yeah...so who's our first partner?"

"Well that's an easy one, dear fellow; every great enterprise needs some muscle..." Ash held his hands out and sarcastically presented Spurt to his boss. "No, no, my friend. We need Kane. Where is he?"

Ash shrugged and mumbled "I don't know." Spurt growled under his breath.
This message was last edited by the GM at 04:03, Thu 30 June 2016.
Kane Isaiah Armani
player, 157 posts
Killed In Action
Thu 30 Jun 2016
at 13:47
  • msg #20

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

"Alright, Kane! You've been behaving yourself, so as a little reward we're going to let you come to Social Hour! Just follow the guards and don't do anything stupid, kay?"

Kane stood and stretched as two guards walked in, letting the overly long sleeves he'd rolled up unfurl. Folding his arms as directed, the murderer stood perfectly still and silent as they buckled the straitjacket sleeves around his waist.

And off they went.

***

After some time, Kane Isaiah Armani and his guards made it to a room. It was almost as blindingly bright as his cell, but this one had a big circular table and chairs all around. Various other prisoners were present, sitting with people they worked with, or sitting entirely alone.

As he entered though, many of the unaffiliated prisoners turned to glare at him with all the hate in their hearts. Angry muttering broke out among them. From previous weeks, it was common knowledge that Kane killed a lot of these prisoners' families while he was running free.

"At least it ain't me in a room full of puppies again."  He commented dryly. "'cause that ain't social, that's just fucked up."

Kane, eccentric as he was, jumped onto the table and slid across it and into a seat right beside a trio of villains he didn't recognize. "Hey." He said to Spurt with a grin. "Pull my finger."
This message was last edited by the player at 13:49, Thu 30 June 2016.
Scripts
GM, 238 posts
The King
of Comics Canon
Fri 1 Jul 2016
at 13:28
  • msg #21

ITSDA Prison  - Remote, Impregnable Fortress (Location 9)

"Fuck you, Kane," said Spurt, who slapped away Kane's hand and glowered at him. "You're an animal, a monster; you're everything they say we are!"

Zenith let out a sigh and shook his head, then immediately slid his hands in front of Spurt's face in a "calm down" gesture.

"Daniel, I understand your trepidation, but please do not block business," said Zenith in his usual, condescending tone as he took a swig from one of the huge water bottles that were the only food allowed in this room. "We have an offer for you, young man."

Twisted smirks, smiles, and grins bubbled up to the surface of Ash's face while Zenith spoke, though he clearly tried to straighten himself out for a few moments. Though he'd never admit fear, the boy knew he was being watched.

"In fact, it's the reason we're locked up in this joint. Just call us Santa Claus, cuz we're hear to bring cheer. Hehehehe..."

Spurt slammed Ash's incessantly waving, jittering hands down on to the table and leaned in as the hothead cocked his head to the side and kept right on beaming.

"Zenith, what is he talking about?"

"You'll see very shortly," said Zenith, as he spread his left hand out in front of Kane and waggled his ring finger. "Kane, could you please pull my finger? Hard enough to break it in half? I expect that, even with no Gifts, you can still do that."

The ITSDA's guards eyed the crew with suspicion. What were they gesticulating so excitedly for? One of them would have to find out...
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:28, Fri 01 July 2016.
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