Perfectly Wicked, Chapter 12
Perfectly Wicked
By Jason D. Karl
Author's Note:
This story is dark, twisted, erotic fantasy fiction about killers with paranormal abilities. It is the product of the author's imagination and should not be construed as real in any way. This should be read only by adults of legal age. The story contains explicit gay sex and the type of violence found in vampire stories. Don't try this at home or anywhere else. The author neither condones nor promotes doing anything like this in real life.
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Chapter 12: The Bleeder's Coming for You
Reverend David Jackson's gospel of hate and bigotry had been quite profitable and had easily afforded him the garish mansion he lived in. The woman in bed with him was not his fourth wife (who had recently left him), but a much younger woman who was auditioning for the role of wife number five. She'd been an okay fuck, but she didn't have the right demeanor to be a pastor's wife. Sated, he'd fallen asleep.
The state of the art security his mansion was equipped with was no obstacle for Tenno Mikado and Ro Kushim as they rode the shadows directly into his bedroom at 3 o'clock on Saturday morning. This was roughly the same time as Sandra Williams was being abducted and replaced by Sven.
The woman in bed with Reverend Jackson didn't stir as Kushim touched him, deeply scanned his mind for all the information he would need, and then shifted into the exact likeness of Jackson, right down to DNA and fingerprints. When Kushim was ready, Tenno Mikado wrapped Jackson in shadows and the two of them vanished.
Kushim dressed in Jackson's clothes, picked up the satchel he'd brought with him, and made his way down to the reverend's home office. Jackson's computer had already been infiltrated by Erkek technology and the damning 'evidence' planted, but there was more to be done. One of the devices he'd brought with him would begin fabricating physical evidence, such as hand-written notes and seemingly-old printouts. These forgeries were being made with technology that was eons ahead of any the heteros had and would easily pass the closest forensic scrutiny. Kushim considered planting some fake child pornography in Jackson's files, but that seemed a bit too obvious and might backfire.
Framing Jackson was all overkill in Kushim's mind. After all, the authentic documents about the reverend's involvement in baby farms were damning enough. Failing that, why not just kill those who were causing the difficulties? Humans had few problems that couldn't be resolved by eating everyone involved. Well, the malevolent ones.
Mind, the cover-up of the Heart-Ripper attacks had been necessary because some of the kills weren't humanly-possible. The kill in the supermax prison had been the most difficult to make look natural, since the victim had been in solitary confinement. But memory modifications and faked videos recently 'found' after being 'deleted' would make it look like a corrupt guard had done it on the orders of the alleged cult. It helped that there actually was a corrupt guard already being investigated.
So, really, framing Reverend Jackson wasn't necessary. Not as such. However, it was both amusing and novel. And being some 5000 years old, novelty was a rarity Kushim valued. So why not indulge himself a bit?
Kushim activated a similar Erkek device. Humans might label it as AI, which would be as accurate as describing both a donkey and an intergalactic teleporter as "transportation." The gadget scanned Jackson's speeches and could've easily generated Jackson-esque sermons in a fraction of a second. However, Kushim set it to a more difficult task: to produce a sermon that was unhinged while still seeming like something Jackson might actually say. Kushim couldn't help but laugh as he pored over the text that was being generated. This was going to be fun.
§§§
At 9:45 that same morning, Kushim (as Reverend Jackson) stood outside of the Pior Fossa Women's Correctional Center. With him was Kurt Vierme, one of the deacons at the Family Values Tabernacle and Worship Center, and the fiancé of Sandra Williams, who was scheduled to be released at 10. Kushim was amused by the fact that it had never and would never cross Kurt's mind that she had been replaced by a space-alien doppelgänger whose moniker among humans was Sven Elskan.
Just after 10 AM, and with some obligatory paperwork, 'Sandra Williams' was released.
"How are you feeling?" asked Deacon Vierme as they walked out of the prison.
"Free," the fake Sandra said. "So free."
Once they were underway in Reverend Jackson's limo, Kushim said, "Sister Sandra, have you been eating pussy in prison?"
Kurt gasped. "Reverend, that's no way to speak to a lady, especially one who's been wrongly accused and just got out of such a dreadful situation!"
Kushim found he was rather enjoying imitating Jackson's idiocy. "It is my duty to evaluate Sister Sandra's spiritual purity. We must know whether she has fallen to the allure of the lesbian sodomites."
"Well, Reverend," Sven said, "The Good Book sustained me through this time of testing."
"Forgive me, but you did not answer my question. Did you sully yourself with the female sodomites behind bars, Sister Sandra?"
The fake Sandra looked at him with resolution. "I did what one must do, reverend."
"Then you're too defiled to even be a concubine."
Kurt gulped. "Reverend, we shouldn't hold her accountable if she's a victim."
"Deacon Vierme, wouldst thou kiss her and risk getting lesbian pussy juice in your mouth?"
"What? No! Of course not!"
Kushim was relishing this, especially since he'd knew this deacon was a regular at some of the city's few remaining illegal brothels and wasn't adverse to using Rohypnol. "Then you must be strong, Brother Karl. Confine her to the church's basement where there's an old cot. She can stay there in prayer and fasting. It may be necessary to perform an exorcism to rid her of lesbian demons. Meanwhile, Deacon, don't touch her, lest you too become a sodomite."
Kurt exclaimed, "But... but, Reverend, we are to be married!"
"Only the Prophet Hosea was authorized by God to marry a whore. I shall also pray for you, Deacon Vierme, lest she lead you astray." (Kushim was glad he'd scanned Jackson's mind so deeply because it wasn't as if he knew much about the heteros' religions.)
Kurt looked at him. "But we're in love!"
Kushim said, "Then your services as a deacon may need to be reevaluated. Consider yourself on probation."
That evening, after hearing the news that Judge Leonard Vierme, brother of the deacon, had died in a freak accident, Kushim called Kurt. "Ah, Brother. I've just received word of the tragic demise of your brother. So sad, so sudden."
Kurt's voice was strained as he replied, "Yes, Reverend. It's a shock. I don't know what to do."
"What you will do is report for your duties to the church on time. The church cannot afford to grant leave for frivolous reasons."
"But Reverend, my brother... I need to be with my family."
"Your brother will be just as dead whether you mourn him or not. You are expected at the usual time Sunday morning, or your services to the church will no longer be required." Kushim disconnected the phone call.
He was quite amused. The deacon might play at being pious, but he was as corrupt as the rest of the leaders of Jackson's cult.
§§§
The following day, the Sunday morning services at the Family Values Tabernacle were underway. Kushim (as Reverend Jackson) addressed the packed auditorium. "Brothers and sisters, let us welcome back one of our own, Sister Sandra Williams!" He gestured to Sven who, in the guise of Sandra, sat on the stage with the elders and deacons.
"But our celebration is bittersweet. As unpleasant as it was when my son, David Junior, died at the hands of The Bleeder three months ago, I have just learned something worse. I must inform you that my son was led astray to the point that he lay with a sodomite. And what does our Lord do when his house is soiled by such abominations? He sends a scourge to purge the wicked from among us! If you are besmirched by iniquity then know this: The Bleeder is coming for you!"
The congregation gasped collectively.
"Yes, my brethren, The Bleeder is a divine servant! God is a just God, and he will not let the iniquitous go unpunished! The Bleeder is but a tool in his almighty hand, sent to purge the world of its filth and restore the sanctity of his holy church! The Almighty hath ordained him to strike down those who dare to profane his sacred church with their perverse lusts! And make no mistake, my son was not alone in his iniquity. There have been others, men of the cloth and laymen alike, who have met that fate. And why? Because they were weak. They were weak in the face of temptation. They were weak in their faith!"
Kushim's voice grew more theatrical with every word. "And as we stand here today, we must all look into our hearts and ask ourselves, 'Am I worthy of God's love? Am I pure of heart and clean of soul?' For if not, you too may well feel the sting of The Bleeder's wrath! The Bleeder is none other than the divine hand of God!" He went on at great length, satirizing Jackson's rhetoric and proclaiming no sinner was safe from the divine retribution that was sweeping through Pior Fossa. The Erkek device that had actually written this sermon had done a magnificent job.
After about half an hour of bombast, Kushim took a melodramatic breath. "Now, let us pray. Let us pray in thanks to the Almighty for sending us The Bleeder to purge our community of those who have strayed from his path."
The members of the congregation, still shocked and bewildered, slowly bowed their heads.
Kushim began naming the victims who had been killed by The Bleeder. "We thank you, Lord, for taking Deacon Thomas Hykler, a man who preached against the very sins he committed in secret. May he burn in hell forevermore."
A scattered few murmured their amens.
"We thank you, Lord, for striking down Brother Tobias, the choir director, who frequented whores. May his offspring suffer greatly to the fourth generation to purge their souls of the taint of their forebear's sin."
Fewer amens.
"We thank you, Lord, for ending the life of Sister Margaret, who taught our children the love of Jesus while hiding her own lesbian perversions. May dogs forevermore befoul her grave!"
The congregation grew quieter as Kushim went through the names of each of the thirteen members who'd been killed by The Bleeder. "And, Lord, we especially thank you for taking my son, David Jackson, Jr., from this world of sin. He was lost to us, lost to the darkness. We praise thee, O God, for guiding The Bleeder's hand as he shoved that crowbar through our lost son's crotch. Our only sorrow is that he did not die in enough agony! So now we pray that you might heat the fires of hell tenfold as just punishment for his hypocrisy and sodomy!"
The congregation was absolutely silent.
Kushim raised his voice, perfectly mimicking Jackson's vitriol. "We praise you for your wrath! We pray that those who have been taken will scream in everlasting torture! And we pray for ourselves, that we may remain ever vigilant, ever true to your word, that we may not suffer the same fate!"
He turned and pointed straight at Sven. "And finally, Oh Just God, we pray that you will purge the wickedness from Sandra Williams. For with the same lips that she praises you, she did commit sodomy with demon-possessed lesbians while in prison. Show her no mercy until her soul is cleansed, until she is washed in cleansing blood."
Kushim then spoke in an ostentatious stage whisper, "But remember, brethren and sisters, The Bleeder is the hand of the Almighty, come to scour Pior Fossa of its impurities. If you indulge in the flesh, then The Bleeder shall surely come for you!" And then Kushim screamed out, "And this congregation, this house of God, shall give thanks for your slaughter!"
All throughout the sermon, unseen by the parishioners, Erkek in stealth mode worked their way through the congregation, planting false memories and sowing distrust. And, in the case of the more malicious of the members, deciding which ones to kill at a later date.
After another half hour of ranting, the deranged sermon was finally over. The congregation filed out without the usual gossiping masked as fellowshipping.
Kushim and Sven, still in the guise of Reverend Jackson and Sandra Williams, left the podium and headed into the office area of the church. It was time for their 'private' performance, though they made sure they were being overheard.
"You devoted yourself to me when you were with child, and now you would marry Deacon Vierme! It is an offense unto God! You Jezebel! You Whore of Babylon!" Kushim spat.
Sven's 'Sandra' didn't back down. "You dare to call me those names! How many wives have you gone through! You who spread your own seed in every whore's belly!"
Kushim's voice carried a rage that seemed eerily genuine. "You shall pay for your transgressions, woman! Just like the rest of these perverted souls, you shall bleed!" He struck the fake Sandra with a loud thwack.
Sven, of course, was completely unharmed, but he cried out and used a little Mana to make his mouth bleed.
Just as some church staff and deacons rushed into the room, Kushim announced, "This harlot shall bleed just like the rest of the abominations! That's why I secured her release from prison! That God Almighty might strike her down by the hand of The Bleeder!"
The deacons looked at each other in disbelief. Deacon Vierme took a tentative step forward. "Reverend, what are you saying?"
Sven took advantage of the chaos. "No! No, please! I'm innocent!"
But the fake Jackson pronounced, "The wages of sin is death! And she has earned her fate, a thousandfold!"
Sven fled in horror. Or so it seemed, Kushim could tell he was actually rather enjoying himself.
Kushim pulled the name of one of the deacons out of their minds. "Deacon Sanders, I'll need you to deliver this evening's sermon. I have pressing duties I must attend to." Then he stormed out.
Unseen and unnoticed by the small crowd, Tenno Mikado caused each of those present to 'recall' having overheard similar pronouncements Jackson had made, just prior to their deaths, against those that The Bleeder had slain.
§§§
At 11 o'clock that same morning, Javert Tissemand, having shapeshifted into the appearance of Spencer Williams, stormed into the district police station that was not far from Señora Navarro's house. "You can't let her go! She'll kill me!"
A middle-age man, whose lanyard identified as Officer McTiernan, looked at him. "Son, I'm going to need you to calm down."
"Calm down!" The fake Spencer's voice went up an octave. "Calm down when my own mother wants me dead?"
"You think your mother's trying to kill you?"
"Yes!"
McTiernan said, "Can you tell me why you think that?"
Javert shouted, "Look it up! She's been locked up for trying to kill me before!"
"What's your full name?"
"I'm Spencer Tracy Williams, and my mother's name is Sandra Williams."
The officer typed something into his computer and then looked up. "Well, Spencer, I see your mother was indeed incarcerated, but she's been officially exonerated and released. Nothing we can do about that now."
"But she's gone psycho!"
The officer sighed. "We can't do anything unless there's evidence of an actual crime."
Javert clenched his hands on the back of a chair. "Then I need protective custody!"
"We don't have the resources for that."
The fake Spencer began to scream maniacally. When several officers came to see what was happening, he shrieked at them, "Do your fucking jobs and protect me from my psycho bitch of a mother!"
McTiernan finally lost his patience. "That's it. I'm placing you in a holding cell to calm you down." As Javert was being led away, he heard McTiernan saying, "We're going to need a counselor. Who's on duty?"
Javert was quite pleased with himself. This was exactly what he needed to accomplish to give Spencer the perfect alibi. Once he was in the cell, just to make sure he didn't get released too soon, he kept banging on the bars and demanding to be put in a police safe house.
He decided not to mention that he'd like to fuck McTiernan's sexy ass.
§§§
Sven hadn't had this much fun in centuries. The Erkek modus operandi was to fuck, kill, and try not to be recognized. So this caper to frame Reverend Jackson was far outside their normal regimen.
He was still in the guise of Sandra Williams and presently running out of the Family Values Tabernacle and Worship Center, while pretending to cry. He could, of course, run faster than the heteros could imagine; but he needed to be seen and -- ah, here he came. Kushim, driving Reverend Jackson's black Audi SQ7, pulled up onto the sidewalk, grabbed 'Sandra Williams', threw her into the backseat, and took off. Yeah, that should've gotten them noticed.
Sven said, "Want to fuck?"
"Work now, orgies later," Kushim replied. "We're on a tight schedule."
"Just asking."
About half an hour later, they arrived at Tugurio Park, a place now mostly avoided because The Bleeder had murdered David Jackson, Jr. and Wilmer Pislik there. They pulled over near the playground where the bodies had been found. Just after Sven turned on the video app on Sandra's phone, 'Jackson' pulled 'Sandra' out of the car by the hair.
"The wages of sin is death!" Kushim growled.
Sven pretended to drop the phone during the struggle but made sure it was positioned to record the show they were putting on.
"Why?" Sven asked in a shaky voice. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you were supposed to be my concubine, but then you went after Kurt. I might have forgiven that, but then you put your lips on sodomite pussy! You've brought nothing but sin and corruption to my church, my family, my life. And now, I shall cleanse the world of your taint!"
Sven was impressed by Kushim's performance. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Here? This is a sacred place to me. It's where I killed my sodomite of a son!" Kushim slammed 'Sandra' against the ground. "Yes, right here in this very park. It was God's will that he die for his sins!"
Sven whimpered, "You! You're The Bleeder! How?"
"How? Because of the will of God! I could no longer stand by and watch as my own flesh and blood defiled the sanctity of the church with his unnatural desires. But God did not leave me to act alone; he sent me a helpmate."
Sven feigned a gasp. "Who?"
"Detective Benjamin Klootzak. He's been a loyal servant of the Lord by helping me overpower men who're beyond my strength. He showed me how to make the blood spurt like a fountain of God's wrath and hide the evidence!"
"You killed your son here?"
Kushim's grin grew wider. "As Abraham had the faith to sacrifice Isaac, so I offered up my son right over there." He pointed to the exact spot. "No angel of the Lord stopped me then, and none is stopping me now. The wages of sin is death! And you shall join David in hell!"
Then Kushim stepped on the phone, breaking it, but not badly enough that the recording couldn't be recovered.
When they were sure the phone had stopped recording, they dropped the act. Kushim sent the telepathic signal to Kyle that it was time to kill the real Sandra and send the body here.
They waited.
The body didn't arrive.
§§§
After finishing with the mental manipulations at the Family Values Tabernacle, Tenno Mikado rode the shadows in stealth to the dungeon beneath La Chien Royal. He did not take corporeal form as he watched Kyle and Spencer. If he was right, they might well need his help. But for now he just watched without interfering.
The two brothers were smoking. Good. Mikado wished he could indulge, but he was much too strong for it to work on him. It was odd that Erkek could enjoy the effects of marijuana, since it was a rare drug indeed that had any effect on their kind. It was too bad Vitlaus Bjáni hadn't lived to see what became of his sons. Mikado liked to think he would've been proud.
Mikado sensed it when Kushim sent the telepathic signal. He was quite pleased when Spencer had Kyle apply his Mana (or 'magic' as Kyle called it) to make sure Sandra was awake while they killed her. It was better for a son of Vitlaus to accept his nature without fettering himself with primitive notions of morality.
Good. They were doing just as he'd instructed.
Spencer said to his mother, "When you found out I'm gay, you tore my heart out; so now I'm going to tear out yours."
Yes! They ripped the heart out together. The shockwave shot out. Mikado remained intangible so that he wouldn't absorb any of it. No, he let the brothers have it all.
The brothers shapeshifted as they were flung across the dungeon. Although this was surprising, it was a positive sign. They turned into Earth animals--jaguars, he thought they were called. While the Erkek had a built-in set of forms they could shift into, they could also assume the shape of any creature they physically touched. But there were no jaguars on the island where Pior Fossa was located, so how could this have happened? A mystery for another time.
Only after he was certain Kyle and Spencer had absorbed all of the Mana shockwave did Mikado emerge from the shadows. He directed his own Mana to force them to shift back into human form.
"What the fuck just happened!" Kyle said.
Mikado said, "Your father died from having sex with Sandra Williams. She absorbed all of his Mana, leaving her quite nutritious."
Spencer looked shocked. "Are you telling us my mother had Erkek powers?"
Mikado shook his head. "No. She was not only human but female. Erkek powers couldn't manifest that way. However, they could lie dormant in her. That was my guess, anyway. By killing her the way you did, you both absorbed that Mana. Your father's Mana."
Kyle said, "Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. Now, get to the fucking point."
A glowing device materialized in Mikado's left hand. He scanned Kyle with it and then Spencer. Only then did he answer the question, "The point is that a dormant but intact Mana core lay inside of her. It's healed you, Kyle. You're no longer an Abjo; you are fully Erkek."
"Well fuck." That seemed to be all Kyle had to say about it.
Spencer asked, "Then why have me kill her alongside Kyle? I mean, I'm glad I killed her and would've done that raging thing if I hadn't--"
Mikado interrupted him. "You just answered your own question. You needed to kill her so that you wouldn't rage. Kyle needed the Mana core. Having the two of you kill her together solved both issues."
"Okay. That explains why I could shapeshift, but what about Spencer?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah. The only Erkek stuff I've ever done is get mental powers and want to kill. I don't even know how to shift."
Mikado had to admit the truth. "I'd hoped that you could both absorb enough of your father's Mana core to each have one of your own, but that didn't happen. Spencer, you now have a full complement of Erkek abilities, but somehow don't have a Mana core. That's supposed to be impossible. Your father was one of the strongest Erkek who ever lived, so it might have something to do with that. Honestly, I don't know."
Kyle said, "Kushim just sent me a message. We need to send the body."
Mikado waved his hand, and the remains of Sandra Williams were absorbed by the shadows. "I need to help them finish. Spencer, remember that you can't be seen until Javert returns or it will ruin your alibi." Then Mikado vanished.
§§§
At Tugurio Park, Kushim, Mikado, and Sven had nearly finished setting the scene. They used Mana to remove any traces of Kyle and Spencer from Sandra's remains. Sven took off the clothes of hers that he'd been wearing and put them on her corpse. Finally, they left a mortician's cannula with her blood in it, to suggest a natural way The Bleeder might have drained his victims' blood. Since Kushim was still in the form of Jackson, he left a bloody handprint on the cannula.
Then Mikado used the shadows to retrieve the real Reverend Jackson, enthralled and unconscious, from the place they'd stashed him and deposited him directly into the car's front seat. Kushim changed clothes with Jackson to make it seem like the reverend was still in the same suit from this morning's sermon. Then they decorated him with smears of Sandra's remaining blood.
The plan was not only to frame the reverend, but to make him actually believe he was The Bleeder and was proud of it. Kushim probably could have done it, but it was such an advanced-level of mental manipulation that Mikado decided to do it personally. He used the knowledge he'd gotten from Kyle about each of The Bleeder's kills to give Jackson false memories of having done it himself and of having had the help of Detective Klootzak.
Just before they left the scene, Kushim had a last minute idea: he placed a compulsion in Jackson's mind to murder Kurt Vierme. Sure, it meant that Kushim couldn't kill the deacon himself, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made. They let him wake, believing he had just murdered Sandra Williams, then they rode the shadows.
§§§
They regrouped at La Chien Royal. Javert was the last to get there because the police had questioned him (still posing as Spencer) for a while about who might have killed "his mother." But since he'd been in police custody at the time, they concluded he didn't know anything about it and released him.
When Javert rejoined them and shifted back to his usual form, they watched the breaking news of the arrest of Reverend David Jackson who had stabbed one of his deacons to death in front of witnesses and then confessed to being The Bleeder.
Spencer was glad the plan had worked, but he just wanted to go home, smoke some Purple Kush, and maybe get drunk. He needed to decide what the fuck he was going to do with his life now that his mother was dead, but that could wait for tomorrow. Kyle seemed to be of the same mind. Not needing to conceal his powers any longer, he took Spencer along with him as he rode the shadows directly into Abuelita's house.
When they arrived, she was watching the news with a look of pure satisfaction. "The wicked bitch is dead," she said without turning around. "And that hypocrite reverend? In jail where he belongs. Good work, mijos."
Spencer had never heard Abuelita call anyone "mijo." Maybe this really was his home now?
They sat at the table as she served up steaming plates of chiles rellenos. "I put a little something extra in these, since it's a celebration."
Spencer's powers had grown so much that he couldn't stop himself from reading her mind, but he played along. "Abuelita, what did you do?"
"Okay, so Purple Kush isn't an 'authentic ingredient' but I don't give a shit."
Neither did Spencer. He ate his fill. He was feeling just mellow enough from the marijuana in the dinner that he didn't bother smoking. Abuelita lit up though.
§§§
Detective Klootzak was having a shitty day. After spending so much time and money framing Kyle Truhan, that asshole Jackson not only got himself arrested, but confessed to being The Bleeder. And now that motherfucker was saying Klootzak had something to do with it! The reverend knew damn well he only ever killed when Ignacio Ferreira or one of the other cartel bosses paid him. That's the way things worked in Pior Fossa. At least his connections warned him in time. And all on his day off! Shit!
There was only one thing to do. He'd just have to force that whore to confess to being Jackson's real partner in The Bleeder business. Then he could claim Jackson was just covering up for his favorite rent boy.
Klootzak had already investigated Truhan and knew he still lived with his former foster mother, Señora Marisol Navarro. He parked his squad car at a convenience store some distance away from her house to avoid drawing attention to his unofficial 'visit'. After checking that his gun was ready, he walked in a round about way to the back of her house and knocked on the kitchen door.
When Navarro opened the door, she snarled, "What the hell do you want?"
"Where's Kyle Truhan?" He didn't wait for an answer and pushed his way in. The place smelled of pot. Too bad the stupid city had made it legal or he could have charged them on that. He saw Kyle and some redhead boy come into the kitchen. Wait. Was that Sandra Williams's boy? Fuck it. Whatever.
Navarro tried to block his way, "What the fuck you want him for?"
"He's going to confess to being in on this Bleeder shit with Jackson or else." He pointed his gun at Kyle to make his meaning clear.
Kyle looked at him. "Might I remind you that on the night Jackson Junior got killed, you had your cock down my throat when the call came in. So how in the hell do you figure I had anything to do with it?"
Without a word, Klootzak aimed the gun at Navarro and started pulling the trigger. Moving astoundingly fast, the Williams boy threw himself in front of the woman, and the bullet hit him right in the heart. He crumpled to the floor.
It wasn't what Klootzak had planned, but it'd show Truhan who was in charge.
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