Blog Unbound: Madam Necromancer

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. A CIA spy on a standard mission finds himself pulled into a horrific global conspiracy, not believing fem fatales were real.

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Madam Necromancer

I was quietly gathering my thoughts in my hotel’s boisterous bar. A light beer sat before me. As a CIA field agent, I went on many missions. Most were not necessarily as grand some action-spy films would suggest. I still did my duty, of which I gave myself top honors. I rarely found much glory in my work, but it was supposed to all be for a better world …

My current assignment was to investigate a possible arms dealer in Manila, Philippines. Fernando Cosalan was his name. He was of mixed decent, with his mother Cordilleran Filipino and father Spanish. He was officially listed as the Vice President of Exports of Santiago Mercantile. They mostly made contracts with other companies for use of their shipping fleet. Cosalan was recently implicated with a well known arms dealer, who often supplied to terrorists, and my job was to find out if that connection existed. Obviously, I also needed to learn if others in that company had connections as well. It was part of a lager operation to take out the suspected arms dealer Lena Santo.

Sipping at the beer, my eyes caught a gorgeous, athletic woman walking to the bar, glancing at me ever so subtly. She had long dark brown hair, dark eyes, a white sleeveless top, short jean shorts, and flip flops. Her skin was deeply tanned, suggesting she enjoyed the beach (small flecks of sand between her long toes all but confirmed). A small fanny pack was wrapped around her waist. Though not quite extreme, her distinct musculature added strongly to her well defined curves. There was something about her that didn’t seem quite right, but I put little thought into that. ‘Finally, a femme fatale!’ I thought jokingly.

While not necessarily thinking rationally, I took my drink, and walked up to the lone woman.

“May I?” I motioned to the empty stool next to her.

“Of course!” she confirmed sweetly. “Are you American?”

“Yes I am! I’m Jack Roberts.” I extended my hand.

She shook with a surprising firmness. “I am, too! Name’s Laura Shelly. Friends are still at the beach. Just felt like seeing the city a bit.”

“Not necessarily much to see … Like a drink?”

“Sure!” she agreed innocently. “How ‘bout some Irish whisky?”

I ordered two glasses, the bartender quietly obliged.

“So why’s an American roaming foreign streets alone?” she asked with a sweet smile.

“I’d ask the same of you, but you already partly answered!” I sipped at the drink. “Just a vacation for myself. Was gonna come with my girlfriend, but unfortunately she became a former girlfriend before I left.”

She drank, and crossed her legs. “Unfortunate for her! … Well, it’s supposed to be spring break, and that’s why me and my friends are here.”

“College students?”

“Seniors. We’re graduating soon.”

“Are all your friends as, well, as healthy as you, Laura?” She was looking me over, so I felt fine about doing the same with her.

She dangled her black flip flop quite enticingly. “Nah! I’m the only fitness buff of the group. Played lacrosse in high school. Didn’t like the jock lifestyle, so I gave it up in college. But, fuck, the gym’s still my second home!” She casually squeezed my forearm, and looked at me sultrily. “I see it might be your’s, too, Jack.”

“Yeah, I guess! Not as much as I used to, but once you get in that habit,” I lightly laughed, shaking my head.

“Oh, it’s the best fucking addiction. I only allow two vices in my life, and working out is one …”

“And the other?” I asked, sure yet amazed at where this seemed to be going.

“Fucking!” she chuckled almost slyly. “Then again, Jack, sex is almost just another work out sometimes.”

I leaned in closer. She smelled quite nice. “Sometimes you do need a spotter.”

“Like a good work out, sometimes it’s better to have a helping hand, or something similar …” She raised and eyebrow, looking down to my tented pants.

Not counting the very nice prostitute I forced myself to turn down in Hong Kong, this never happened to me before. Life isn’t like the movies sometimes. A spy isn’t really supposed to engage in such conduct officially (that is one way a spy looses their job). Still, Laura seemed like an early twenty-something out for life experience. My college days ended five years ago, but missed that overabundance of hormones, enough of which still pulsing through my veins to affect my behavior. “Indeed, Laura … There’s a gym at this hotel if you want to join me,” I smiled suggestively. To be honest, I would have loved to work out with her almost as much as I bluntly wanted to fuck her!

She almost touched her lips to mine, and breathed into my mouth, “How ‘bout a work out in your more private gym?”

“Definitely!” I placed money on the counted, and stood. “My room’s up on the fifth floor …”

We walked quite hurriedly out of the bar, and ran up the steps to my room. The moment I closed my door, she aggressively made out with me. I responded in kind, pushing her onto the bed. Our clothes pealed away. My cock easily found its way into her tight, young snatch. We moaned and cooed joyously at my hard thrusts.

Suddenly, she flipped me to my back, briefly nocking the wind out of me. Before I knew it, she was fucking me far more widely than I was her. Thrusting her hips widely into me, she leaned down, and grabbed the back of my head. “Look at me!” she ordered. “LOOK AT ME!”

I did so, mind turning to mush. I looked right into her dark eyes. Eventually, I somehow came to realize that her dark eyes had a touch of irony. There was something deep within her that was worth everything. I had no idea exactly what that was, the waves of pleasure breaking me down. But soon, I came to realize I felt something more toward her. In those last moment before I exploded into her, we were making love …

She clenched her teeth, cuming herself a few moments later, and rolled off me.

“Shit!” I breathed. “Why didn’t I know anybody like you in college?”

She stood at the edge of the bed, and looked down on me with a serious look. All that youthful vigor was suddenly replaced by something very cold and calculated and still. Yet, I could still see that wonderful thing, whatever it was, past her eyes. Something was very wrong. I sat up, vainly preparing myself for anything.

“Humph! I am the best,” she said with a slight smile. “Unfortunately for them!”

“What?”

“Oh, I am an assassin and spy, much like yourself, John Corso, but far superior in many respects. I was sent here to assess you, and eliminate if necessary.”

“What do I know?” I asked somewhat slyly.

“Enough to get you killed by a lesser assassin,” she answered bluntly. “Now, I did assess you, but for my own selfish reasons.”

“What did you find?” Keeping her talking was my only option to assess the situation on my end. Based on her musculature and demeanor, she could very well overpower me.

“More than you wanna know. You don’t hide your weak right knee as well as you think. Most importantly, deep down, are a good man. An aspect useful to me, as I need to do something no other like me has ever done successfully.”

“What do you plan to do?” Adrenaline pulsed though my tired veins, while she didn’t even seem winded.

“You call her the Necromancer.”

“Dr. Brianna Summers? She’s a bit above my pay-grade …”

“Indeed! We are going take her down. It is my revenge, and the revenge of all those that don’t know any better.”

“Revenge?”

“First let me say that Santiago Mercantile is a front for arms trafficking, as you are here to learn. Yet, they are barely mid-management in Summer’s shadow empire.”

“It’s all been suspicions and intriguing theory. There’s been little evidence against her, let alone evidence to connect the Necromancer to Santiago …”

“Of course there’s nothing to find!” she spat. “They’re really just contractors with beneficial ties. They may not even know their connection to her. You’re very lucky I chose not to kill you.”

“Secondly?” I urged.

She smirked. “The rumors are true about Dr. Summers, along with an unutterable alliance. She is a necromancer, or at least in the vain of Dr. Frankenstein. All those that work closely with her were killed and transformed by her to be the perfect subordinates. And, all assassin-spies were once dead as well, but often taken from morgues she owns by proxy. I died in a car accident, and my body found its way to one of them. When she gave me new life, I wasn’t supposed to remember anything about my old life. Indeed, I retained so little … I was rebuilt at the genetic level to be what you see now. I’m barely human anymore. My compact muscles are far superior, my intellect is genius, even my immune system allows me to heal far faster. Yet, those precious few memories of my past life came to form the core of the nameless thing you see before you. Summers could never take that away from me! She tried so damn hard, and I simply came to pretend that she succeed. Yet, she knew it was still there, if only because I would never kill an innocent.”

“This is rather fantastical … Is there any way you can prove all that?” I slid over to the edge of the bed before the Amazon.

“With this body, it would be difficult in any material sense. I look nothing like my past self Laura Shelly, while my very DNA is different. You saw the truth, though. It made you love me for an instant. You’re far from innocent, but your good heart was revealed once you saw mine.”

“Yes … At least, I believe you … In the more material sense, too, this is not the Necromancer’s M-O. All agents that died by her suspected assassins were found. It would make no sense to reveal everything to a target that might escape. A blunt message, even if no material evidence linked to Summers.”

“Blunt, yes, … her only real mistake was making her assassins so smart. She does fear me, because of the unchained humanity I retained.”

“Shouldn’t we get moving?”

“Yes. I am the calvary, so we have more time to escape than you think. Plus, my top prestige gives me enough authority to know I’m the only reborn-assassin in this country at the moment.”

“Good, I don’t feel like running around Manila naked! So what should I call you? You said you have no name now …”

She smiled with a true sweetness and awkwardness. “Summers designated me One-One-Three … Lindsay … Call me Lindsay. That was the middle name I had in my former life. I remember hating it then, but it seems inexplicably fitting now …”

I occasionally glanced at my would be assassin while she drove. It was oddly amusing that she was still in her mind numbing, “college” attire. Looking at her stern face, I inexplicably trusted her, but that wasn’t what bothered me …

“Ask it,” she requested.

“Death … Do you … Remember anything?”

“Avoiding the real question you don’t know how to ask,” she smirked. “I told you I don’t remember much from my past life, and what was before the next, less so. I did find a skimpy article on that car crash, proving it wasn’t some dream  … I think I remember driving. Another vehicle came out of nowhere, and bashed into me. I remember weightlessness, like I was falling. And then, nothing … When I awoke reborn, I had the impression of being within nothing for a while, and later learned it was a month from that article. Do I simply not remember what happened when I died? Maybe. Did my soul stay in the foreknowledge that I would live again? Perhaps. I’m not sure if I want to know, especially after everything I’ve done since my resurrection!”

“And, I’m your key to yet another life?”

“No, I don’t deserve another … You’re not going to like the answer to your real question,” she said bluntly, “but it must be said. You want to know if you really are capable of traveling the path I’ve dragged you to. The answer is yes, but you want it to be no. You’ve intentionally wasted your skills for the sake of ease and comfort. You like being one step away from desk-bound bureaucrat. You like to uncover only mid-level, replaceable arms dealers, being successful every time, because you fear loosing again. Your innocence was lost when bad intel made you kill the wrong person, remember? This is the core of your weakness. When you first saw me, you accurately suspected I was dangerous, but automatically made yourself believe otherwise. Replaceable arms dealer is just another safe mission, right? I could’ve put a slow poison in your drink after you came up to me, and fucked you out of pity after! If we fought, I would have forced you to lean on your weak right knee, ending you in moments. Yet, if you followed your instincts, I might be dead now. A bullet is hard to dodge. You saw and loved what little humanity I have left. I’m giving you a chance to make up for your failings.”

The old feelings of regret and failure returned. I became physically sick! All that time in therapy was destroyed by the woman next to me. She saw right through me, and while she obviously read my files, she had no need to read more than my face. Yet, I knew she had to push me into my own darkness if she wanted to enact her revenge. Holding my feelings back meant holding myself back.

“Good. Feel it!” she spat. “Failure is a success in knowing how not to fail again.”

I opened the window, and exploded everything I hated in me, including the food in my stomach. It was oddly cathartic, but not fully. Complete catharsis would come if I succeeded in helping my would be assassin. She understood me in ways I didn’t want, but needed to accept. “Why?” I barely asked, wiping vomit sticking to my cheek. “… Why do you need to reshape me into some perfect spy to aid you? I thought you were the cavalry …”

“Summers knows my weakness and strength: my humanity. You are a variable she may not have accounted for. She and me are of equal genius, but she is a self assured megalomaniac. She kills what she cannot control, or allies with it. She may know I retained my humanity, but she saw it as another way to control me. Letting her control me until I saw my path of revenge open is what kept me alive. It’s all about adding variables. Chaos that I control.”

“Like fucking double agents feeding you information that didn’t exist!” I growled. “The fucking bastard got away from me after I was forced to kill the wrong man. The I learned the disgusting truth …”

“And …?” she pushed with subtle anticipation.

“I suspected he would betray us, but refused to believe it! … Another agent apprehended him not long after … No catharsis, no revenge! You know I was cleared of any misconduct due to the double agent. I wanted to kill that man for so long, but that wouldn’t change anything. Then I just hid in my own disgrace …”

“This will kill you eventually if you don’t face it, as my dual nature as human and perfect assassin may have killed me eventually. Accept all that you are to become more than what you are … I call this revenge, but I’m not out to kill Summers. I want to destroy her by showing the world the horrors she has committed. For different reasons, Summers holds the catharsis we both seek …”

After night fell, we ditched the car to walk the rest of the way to port town. Lindsay was sure her boss now knew something was wrong. I should’ve been dead long ago!

We soon found a small clearing within the thick bush. I was amused at how she stumbled around the dark as much as me. I then teased, “Hey, I would’ve thought your boss gave you better night mission, Lindsey!”

“Well, my visual acuity is clocked at seeing objects at twenty as if they were five!” She playfully punched my arm. “Besides, you know spy-craft isn’t just about the body.”

“Yeah!” I grabbed some twigs and dry brush, as Lindsay grabbed larger pieces. My fire making skills should work in the thick humidity, but it I expected it to take longer. “Hey, you have matches in that fanny pack?”

“No, but I have some chemicals that should work, John …”

I arranged the dry twigs and brush accordingly, and Lindsay applied the liquid cheat. The fire soon came to life. The light hurt the eyes for a moment.

“You see? Who needs muscle?” she smiled sweetly, tossing lager pieces onto the flame.

I smiled. “There’s one thing you suggested, Lindsey …”

“The Necromancer’s alliance,” she said with a sigh. “It is the one thing I never knew much about. They, whoever they were, came to Summers. I am sure they were a powerful, silent force around for a very long time, but are now all but gone in the United States and elsewhere. From what I gathered, the deal was that once the election of a dupe, a puppet came to be, Summers could pool her resources with them to co-run the world. But, they faltered and collapsed in much of the world soon after, not before ensuring the dupe would be elected. Summers not fully filling the void suggests they were a part of something even more horrible than she …”

I felt a chill down my spine. There were reported rumors of ancient and powerful organizations silently swaying the world, but evidence was never solid. Though such rumors were often relegated to footnotes in reports, they were never rejected …

After sitting before the fire for a few moments, perhaps for the first time in her life as an assassin, she was completely letting her guard down. It was partly calculated, of course, if only out of conditioned habit. “It’s a shame you hide your humanity to protect it when around everyone else. It almost makes you glow …”

Lindsay smiled with her full lips. “Maybe I was saving it for you.” She deeply sighed. “You don’t know how hard it was to still have my humanity after all that genetic and mental conditioning. I wanted to tear it out of me at one point, but someone had to remember Laura Shelly … It feels so damn good not to hide it.”

I leaned in very close to her. “When you kill, do really feel nothing?”

“I bury my humanity ever deeper when I kill. Deep enough so that anyone lacking innocence doesn’t affect me negatively.” A tear escaped her eye.

“You hide, too … You don’t want to think of yourself as a monster.”

“Am I a monster?”

Our lips were so close they almost touched. “That’s up to you, Lindsay … What do you want when this is over?”

Lindsay looked right though me, as I looked right through her. She was a genius, but we were equally as good at reading people when unimpaired by ourselves. Though she hated herself for all the destruction she caused, she didn’t see herself as a monster. She planned to rebel the first chance she had, ensuring an end to it all. I could even see what she wanted. That want impossibly intertwined with her conditioning, as she accepted herself as both Human and an assassin. Sooner or later, she would do everything in her power to retrieve it. So, I made it sooner …

I lovingly pressed my lips against hers, and she held me tightly. We fell onto the dark earth in each other’s arms. Our clothes pealed off, becoming our mat. Neither of us wanted to be on the bottom, so we sat up. We pulled our bodies together, my dick falling into her, as she fell onto it. Her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. Kissing deeply and holding each other tightly, we thrust in perfect time. We moaned and cooed lovingly, while occasionally pulling back to just look at each other.  It was a perfect moment of love. Time was meaningless. I was as much hers, as she was mine. Eventually, we simply stared into each other’s eyes, while we thrust, letting our minds make love in time with our bodies. And soon, we came loudly in brain melting orgasm …

Still holding each other, her stamina making her not even close to breathless, we simply looked at each other, and knew what we were silently saying. It wasn’t a psychic thing. We simply read each other. Our love for one another melted into the core of our very beings …

“I know I don’t deserve you …” I heard quietly echoing in nothingness. “Please work!”

I couldn’t breath; I couldn’t feel. It must have been a dream. Yet, it didn’t feel like one.

“Please come back to me!”

It was Lindsay. She was calling to me. I felt a great pressure on my chest from something I cold not perceive. I, painfully, tried to move toward Lindsey with all my effort, and began to see a bright light.

“Please! I need you!” she pleaded. Her voice seemed louder, more distinct the closer I came to that light.

I moved toward her voice, the pressure, the light with all that I was. Soon, the light was engulfing … I was breathing …

I slowly opened my eyes to see Lindsay sobbing on my stomach while crushing my hand. “Maybe … You deserve more than you think, Lindsay …” I croaked. It was very hard to breath deeply.

She suddenly looked up to me, eyes fire red from tears. She grasped my head, kissing all over my face unabashedly.

“What’s wrong? … Why is it so hard to breath?” I forced through slowly subsiding pain in my chest. I looked down to see what looked like a healing entrance of a bullet wound disturbingly over my heart. An annoying klaxon blared, but I barely perceived it in the moment.

“I got careless, and another assassin found us while we slept. Summers secretly had him trail me from several miles away. It appears she didn’t fully trust me!” There was drying blood on her pale white jumpsuit.

“I was shot?” I breathed, touching the visibly healing wound. “What did you …?”

“I injected you with the Resurrector Serum. You were drugged, and brought here last night. They quietly killed you here thirty-five minutes ago, with me watching. Summers wanted to punish me by turning you into an assassin like me, assuming the process completely erased your past.”

“Serum?” I was in utter shock.

“Don’t worry, my love, all that’s in that serum is supercharged, artificial adrenaline and healing compounds. You won’t have a cold for a year! You were only dead for about seven minutes by the time they brought you here to be resuscitated. Genetic and mental conditioning comes next, but I think we can skip that part if that’s all right with you, John!”

I tried to laugh with joy, but my chest still hurt too much to do much more that smile. “Did you kill her?”

“No. I did kill more than a few assassins when I decided to keep fighting. I am one of the best, remember? They just expected me to give up, and I almost did. I always seized the day as Laura, and I finally realized it was that mentality that made me such a good assassin. Don’t you see? No matter how much I buried my humanity, it still asserted itself as my most powerful quality. I decided to stop burying my humanity, because it was the only part of me that wasn’t defeated. Of course, it also meant feeling the pain of killing all those assassins, who couldn’t predict my humanity fueled actions …”

I glanced around to see four apparent assassins lying dead on the floor. “What about Summers?”

“She’s still here. After I killed the others, she tried to confront me, assuming I still could not hurt her. I did almost kill her, because she killed you to be hers. Instead, I shot out her knees, to her great surprise! I pulled the trigger before she said one damn word. She couldn’t believe how all that conditioning was twisted against her!”

“Where is she now?”

“Dragging herself to safety. We should be able to catch up to her, if you’re willing to stand.”

I grunted loudly through deep pain, while bringing my self to my feet. Lindsay was more than helpful. “I guess we can really discuss death once we’re done!”

She kissed me deeply. “Lets go, John …”

Guided by Lindsey’s strength, we found and followed the Necromancer’s blood trail. I do not think running was an option just yet, but I remarkably found myself moving on my own will sooner than later. Then a strange realization hit me. Alarms were blaring, yet everyone they came across did not seem to care about us. On the one hand, Lindsey was now far superior than any there, but on the other, such hectic running seemed like an over reaction to just us. There were not running from us.

“Something’s wrong here,” I finally stated.

“I know.”

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know, but I think we are partly to blame. Push yourself, John, we need to get to summers like yesterday!”

I barely pushed myself into a jog in the bright corridor. Not bad for a recently deceased man! Lindsey pulled ahead of me. Assuming someone else did not find Summers yet, she could not be much further ahead.

The building around us suddenly shook in a big bang, making the lights flicker. Weapons fire was suddenly audible, echoing through the corridor from somewhere.

“The Castle defenses are active!” she called back.

We took another turn and then another, and the trail finally led to the Necromancer herself, sitting on the floor and back to the wall. The woman was older than most descriptions of her, yet the graying woman looked healthy enough to hold her own in a “normal” fight. Well, assuming her kneecaps were not blown out!

She looked to me and then Linsey with her big blue eyes, and said breathlessly,  “I finally … failed to predict you, my greatest creation …”

Lindsey forcibly pulled the doctor to her feet, and growled, “What’s happening!?”

She put on a sarcastic smile. “The Cabal finally found us through you, as I know they would find me eventually. My … hope was that you would not stay a betrayer, and save your adopted mother and kin.”

“The Cabal?” I asked unsettled. That was one of the rumored names of the ancient an powerful organization that was not supposed to exist… A bigger explosion and tremor flew threw the structure, making me fall onto the wall. Crossing weaponry of a kind I could not recognize become audible. Yet, it sounded as if the defenses were holding, if only just.

Keeping her eyes on Lindsey, the doctor continued, “I knew the Protectors would be trouble, but their deal was perfect for a megalomaniac like me. I was to have prominence within something beyond my present understanding. The world was to transform in their otherworldly image. My assassins would have been key. Maybe I could have taken that new world over through their power and mine? They’re nearly gone now; the Cabal all but destroyed them before my forces integrated with theirs. My first miscalculation in a long time. Damn economics! Yet, the election was still due in part to their convoluted manipulations … You do realize everything I have been doing for the past year was to prepare against the Cabal?”

“I suspected,” Lindsey spat.

I put my hand on Lindsey’s shoulder. “We need to go, Lindsey.”

“Your lover is right, Lindsey. Without you fighting for me, this place is doomed.”

“Fuck it!” Lindsey growled, throwing the Necromancer over her shoulder. “Come on, we can still get out of here!”

My strength all but returned to me, I just barely kept up with Lindsey. The fighting intensified outside, before a massive, power grid destroying explosion became the death cry of the compound’s defenses. Several lights blew before the emergency lights forced themselves into dim existence.

In the darkened, emergency lit halls, we quickened our pace in a path Lindsey new well. We finally hit the end of a corridor, and Lindsey pushed Summers to stare at apparently nothing. The sound of fighting was not far behind. I could have sworn I heard the clash of a sword through those indescribable weapons sounds. I never heard a weapon make such a shrill!

A shiny metal wall quickly slid into place behind use, and the floor began to quickly move downward. A good two minuets passed, as the sounds of battle quieted. Assuming most of Summer’s forces were conditioned to not surrender, that meant we had gone far underground.

A cave appeared before us by the time we hit literal rock bottom. The prominent green lighting looked to be a natural bioluminescence. We walked into the green glow.

“No detectable electronics down here. Even that elevator is weight driven,” she said almost proudly, in spite of still being draped over an assassin’s shoulder.

“If I remember,” Lindsey started. “There’s a vehicle about half a mile up, and then another four miles to the exit. We just need to follow the lit path. If we’re lucky, that will put us ahead of whatever the fuck was happening up there.”

“Where are we?” I asked confused.

“Not far from where we nabbed you two!” Summers stated. “I have many satellite facilities. Once this one falls, the rest will follow …”

The secret cave successfully let the three of us escape. I was able to meet with my contact, who was quite shocked at who accompanied me! I was secretly more shocked at how the almost legendary Necromancer did not even try to escape. Then again, damaged kneecaps make escaping somewhat difficult, while Lindsey wanted to end a mission without more blood on her.

Lindsey was given a surprising amount of leniency for her testimony, and was to avoid prosecution if she would use her skills for the CIA. The Necromancer was to be the trial of a lifetime. It seemed all too easy, and maybe it was. Lindsey and I soon came to realize Dr. Summer’s agreeability showed how terrified we should all be. There were players hiding deeply in the shadows of the CIA and world for long enough to escape our understanding. We miscalculated. The battle between the Protectors and the Cabal was not a subject for the prosecutors, as Summers yielded nothing on them. Who were the Protectors protecting, and why was the Cabal still fighting? Summers knew her jail cell would become unlocked very soon for her to gain power again through her horrid knowledge. Lindsey knew she would soon be paid for her consulting with the soul-crushing truth of the silent manipulators. A cosmic horror was coming for us all …

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