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From: "David McMillan" <SkyeFire@aol.com>
To: "G.L. Sandborn" <sandborn@kc.rr.com>
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Sent: Thursday, November 20, 2003 1:57 PM
Subject: Re: [FFML] [Robotech] FOX Squadron - Episode 11, The First Mission
Part 1
For the sake of the FFML, I will C&C you!
(or at least *try* to -- I never get as much C&C done as I really
oughta....)
I'm always grateful for whatever C&C I get.
G.L. Sandborn wrote on 11/13/2003, 9:19 PM:
> FOX Squadron
> Episode 11 First Mission, Part 1
> by G.L. Sandborn
Hooray! Another chapter of one of the fics on my "always on the
lookout for" list!
Really? I'm honored.
< snip >
> Passing through his outer office, he gratefully accepted a
> steaming cup of coffee from his new secretary, Maggie. He could
> see on his desk a small stack of reports all ready for his
> signature. Taking a sip, he nodded his approval.
> "You make this?" he asked.
> "Yes, sir," Maggie replied with wide innocent eyes. "Is it
> okay?"
> "Very good. Nice job." He added a smile.
> Maggie giggled like a little girl, bouncing lightly on her
> heels. In that posture, she actually looked like a little girl.
> "I know the enlistment papers say you're sixteen but just
> how old are you really?" Jeff asked before taking another sip of
> his coffee.
Uh, Jeff, isn't one of the Command Skills knowing which
questions *not*
to ask?
Ummmm, no experience with kids?
> The girl's smile faded and she lowered her head. "I'll be
> fifteen in three months."
Now, see, you made her sad. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
> Jeff leaned over to look into the Admin Office. He could
> see Cindy watching her prize pupil carefully. He wasn't all that
Sug: "...he hadn't been all that..."
Okay.
> keen on taking children for office staff in the first place but
> having a fourteen year-old running his office left him feeling
> particularly uncomfortable. She belonged in a junior high school
> somewhere doing homework and worrying about what boys liked her,
> not running the office of an RDF squadron commander. Trying to
That's true, but Jeff's remembering *his* version of teenagerhood.
Post-Rain-of-Death Earth makes children grow up a lot faster... sadly
enough.
Heh. Jeff and his wife don't have any kids of their own. I bet
he's
going to end up playing father figure more than he anticipates.
More than you can imagine.
< snip >
> Jeff smiled when she looked his way as if to check his
> approval. Megan wiggled happily in her chair and listened to the
> caller.
Like working with a puppy.
Hmmm, better put down some papers then.
< snip >
> It took a few moments, between Maggie's giggles at what the
> private was saying, before she had the answer. The man asking to
> get in was none other than William 'Bill' Kidd.
> "Have him escorted in. I'll be in my office." Jeff sighed
> as he turned away. So much for breakfast.
> Settling into his chair, he was only partially surprised to
Sug: "...mildly surprised..."
Good, good. [nodding]
< snip >
> "There's a transport on its way in, Sir. VIP all the way.
> We also received a Top Secret communiqu, by hyper-secure channel
> about ten minutes ago." She handed him a tiny disk containing
> the encrypted message.
"Communique" came through looking like "communiqu?". I suspect
Microsoft Office.
A failed experiment that will not be repeated. I'm going back to
WordPerfect.
(GACK! I can't believe I said that.)
> Nodding, he set the disk aside. "Anything else?"
> Cindy glanced back at Maggie's desk before leaning closer as
> if to keep their conversation private. "She'll do better, Sir.
> I just need to work with her some more."
> "I'm sure she'll do fine. She's young and inexperienced. I
> expect that. A month or so from now, she'll be a veteran," he
> said, more to reassure himself than his Admin Officer.
"And if I keep saying that, maybe I'll start believing it."
Y'know, with all this going on, I can't help but think the
author is
setting these characters up for a classic baptism-by-fire.
[blinking with an innocent expression] ME???
> "Thank you, Sir," she replied with a relieved salute before
> turning to leave.
> Using a key he wore on a chain around his neck, he unlocked
> the top left drawer of his desk and flipped open the display on a
> foot square flat box. Inserting the disk he got from Cindy, he
Sug: "Foot-square"
"...the disk Cindy had given him..."
You're good. ^_^
> placed his thumb on the reader and watched a series of numbers
> appear on the tiny screen. Entering his own code, he pressed the
> 'decode' button and waited.
> Moments later, the message appeared. He grimaced at what he
> was reading. They couldn't be serious. This wasn't what his
> people were trained for.
A bit choppy.
Hmmmm, I'll work on it.
> "Colonel? Mr. Kidd is here," came Maggie's voice from the
> doorway.
"Bill" Kidd, huh? Took me this long to get that one.
Yeah, I actually knew someone named Bill Kidd. His life was a
living hell.
> With a sigh, he pressed the clear button and watched the
> little disk dissolve before closing the decoder. All this
Dissolve into what? Nitpick, I know, but wouldn't the remains
gum up
his reader gizmo?
I was thinking of 'poof' Mission Impossible stuff. I guess I need to
work on my descriptions.
> obviously had to do with the currently inbound transport and its
> passenger but it would have to wait. He had more pressing
> matters to attend to.
> "Have him wait a moment. Offer him some coffee or
> something. Find Captain Fox and Major Baker and have them report
> to me," he said.
"Have them bring a bottle of whiskey, a gun, and two bullets."
> "Yes, sir."
> Jeff swiveled his chair around to look out towards the
> tarmac. Letting out a deep sigh, he stared at the Veritechs
> lined up outside. The orders he received this morning in the
"he received this morning" is kind of redundant.
Yeah, I need to stop rewriting and rewriting and rewriting....
Just leads to stupid errors like this one.
> top-secret message was bad enough but now he had to deal
"were". "orders" is plural.
Oh, yeah. Caught another one.
> "We've got a visitor. A Mr. Kidd has decided to pay us a
> little visit this morning." Jeff swiveled around to look at his
> two officers. "Any ideas why?"
> "Well, might have something to do with what happened last
> night." Bobbi Jo yawned and plopped down on the sofa. "I
> suspect he's here to see what your reaction is."
> "You mean he's here to see if we put the town off limits,"
> Jeff added.
Sug: "Jeff clarified."
Okay.
> his chair to regard the pensive Katherine still standing just
> inside the closed door. "What's your take on this, Captain?"
Jeff's desk faces away from the door?
Uh, no. I better check that again.
< snip >
> Once everyone was seated, Mr. Kidd looked around the room.
> "I always wondered what the inside of this place looked
> like," he said like a perspective buyer. "Mighty fancy."
Sug: "he said, (rather) like..."
Interesting attitude. I wonder if he expects this office to be
"on the
market" sometime before too long?
I'll take your suggestion under advisement.
Kidd is an opportunist. He knows things change quickly in
the post-Zentraedi War era.
> "Anyway, I just want to take this opportunity to welcome you
> to our little community and hope you and your base personnel will
> not hesitate to avail yourselves of the services our town
> offers," Mr. Kidd said with an almost sincere expression.
> "Well, after what happened last night, I'm of two minds
> about your little town," Jeff said, watching for any reaction
> from his guest that might suggest he knew more than he was
> letting on.
Sug: "...watching Kidd's reaction for any signs that might..."
Sounds better.
> "I want to assure you, Colonel, that my people had nothing
> to do with that." Mr. Kidd slid a little forward on his chair.
Oozing earnestness, sincerity, honesty, and concern, no doubt.
Well, oozing something anyway. ^_^
> "No doubt," Jeff said, his smile shrinking to an almost
> satisfied expression.
If you're trying to get him to think you're buying this load, Jeff,
you're not doing well.
Jeff's not that smooth. He's a little too straight forward for his own
good.
> "One of my night patrolmen arrived on the scene just moments
> after your people left in their rovers. The very idea that men
> sworn to protect the new United World Government would accost a
> woman in such a way makes me embarrassed to clam membership in
> such a noble organization," Mr. Kidd said, his hands gesturing
What noble organization? the UWG? And "member"? *He's* got a lofty
opinion of himself....
This gets explained a little later. The UWG is 'rewarding' those who
restore some form of 'civilization' to their regions.
< snip >
> "Odd, I don't recall a GMP transport passing through this
> base." Jeff frowned at the man, hoping he could back him into a
> corner.
Odd question. There must be lots of spots to land a chopper, and
who-knows-how-many leftover municipal airstrips.
D'oh! Jeff is trying to corner him. Somehow I missed that at first.
You got it.
BTW, there's damn few places in the Ozarks to land much of anything.
One of the worst places to fly outside of Alaska.
> "Their craft - a most advanced vehicle, I must admit -
> landed in a field just outside of town. I believe they were part
> of an intelligence gathering exercise down along the Arkansas
> Protectorate border. They weren't even supposed to be in our
> town."
Now *how* would he know *that*?
I wonder, indeed. ^_^
> Jeff could see a thin trickle of sweat roll down the man's
> face. He was either very warm in their air-conditioned room or
> lying through his teeth.
"No, no, it's a glanular problem. Runs in my family. Sweatius
Piggiutis is the medical term."
> "That certainly explains their interest in Captain Parino,"
> Bobbi Jo noted with a wry smile. "Perhaps they were just looking
> for a good time and she appeared willing."
What, doing intel along the AP border makes GMPs hot for Zentraedi
chicks? BJ's two lines here seem mutually contradictory.
I'll check. You might be right since this episode got hacked and
patched
more often than I like.
> "So you have no objections to Zentraedi in your town," Jeff
> said.
> "Or natives," Katherine added.
> "Injuns?" Kidd asked with raised eyebrows. "We don't get
> many of those around here. I hear most of them live out in Oakie
> lands."
<boggle> Did this guy actually say "Injuns"? I'd almost say that
breaks my suspension-of-disbelief, but I've learned never to
overestimate the potential for bigotry and blind idiocy.
Dude, they actually talk that way down in the Ozarks. You ought
to hear what they call African-Americans and Jews. It's the last
bastian of genuine racism.
< snip >
> "Well, I'm convinced," Bobbi Jo chirped in an almost comical
> manner. It sounded to Jeff like she was being more sarcastic
> than sincere.
Careful, BJ -- your "gullible airhead" mask is slipping.
Even BJ has her limits when it comes to slime.
> Katherine just hummed her acceptance and added a nod. There
> were times, despite her RDF training and living most of her adult
> life in the white man's world, she could be as introspective and
> hard to read as any among her people.
Not sure "Introspective" fits with what I think you're trying to
convey, here. Maybe "shuttered" or "inscrutable" or something.
Quite right. Wrong word.
< snip >
> mutual trust we have for each other. The town would have
> descended into an armed camp; the police on one side and the
> townspeople on the other."
If this guy weren't obviously as crooked as an epileptic snake, I'd
actually say this was fairly plausible, from a "frontier justice"
standpoint.
Pretty accurate for Ozark thinking, too.
> "He's rich."
> Katherine finally regarded Bobbi Jo with an ill expression.
> "Money does not alter the level of disgust I feel when looking at
> him."
Not sure why BJ is twitting Katherine, here, unless she just likes
pushing people's buttons. At first, I thought she was suggesting
something strategic.
It's a hobby of her's. She practices 'pushing people's buttons'
all the time.
> "Standard basic RDF white paint job, has a 6,000 mile range
> and can cruise at 350 miles-per-hour," Katherine added.
Wouldn't a pilot use "knots" instead of mph?
Conventionally, you are correct. So much of Robotech was done
in mph that I was just trying to remain consistant.
> "Either of you notice anything unusual about it?" Jeff
> asked.
> Katherine was the first to respond. "Now that you mention
> it, I don't see any identification numbers."
> "Just a single..." Bobbi Jo paused and squinted at the jet.
> "An old United Nations flag on its tail. Now THAT's weird."
> "That makes it a...?" he prompted.
Recycled a/c that someone forgot to repaint?
> "Diplomatic flight," Bobbi Jo responded with a hint of
> disgust in her voice.
> "Obviously someone who wants to distance himself or herself
> from the current World Government while still representing it."
Interesting. The UN is still around? As a subsidiary part of the UWG?
No but some of their aircraft still are. Remember, the RDF came from
the UNSPACY - United Nations Space Agency
< snip >
> The last to deplane caused Jeff to sit up. The visiting VIP
> was obviously a woman. Dressed in business attire, she adjusted
> her sunglasses and started for the Command Center's door.
No base escort? She must have been here before.
Base thin on personnel combined with a pushy visitor makes for
people wandering around unescorted. Not good but I think it
works here.
> Jeff watched her until she entered the building. Her
> aggressive strides and indifferent expression suggested Ozark
> Base was not where she wanted to be.
I think "stride" should not be pluarlized, there.
I think I use 'stride' entirely too much. Of course, when you write
only a couple of paragraphs at a time, words tend to get repeated.
> "Welcome to Ozark Base, Ambassador Lemieux," he answered
> before indicating his two fellow officers. "This is --"
> "Captain Katherine Fox," she finished with a perfunctory
> smile towards Katherine. Turning her eyes towards Bobbi Jo, she
> frowned. "I asked that only yourself and Captain Fox be
> present."
> "Captain Baker is this squadron's Intelligence Officer. I
> have no secrets from her." Jeff almost grimaced at the
> forcefulness of his reply.
Diplomacy is not Jeff's strong suite, I notice.
Like I said; too direct for his own good.
> "Indeed," Simone said, eyeing Bobbi Jo like a peasant.
> "She's most knowledgeable about the region and its
> inhabitants," Jeff offered, not certain if it had anything to do
> with the Ambassador's mission or not.
Fishing, Jeff?
With lousy bait. He's out of his league.
< snip >
> "The room is sterile," Bobbi Jo replied in a low voice.
> Jeff could see her distrust as she scowled at the back of the
> Ambassador's head.
> "Fine." Opening her valise, the Ambassador removed a plain
> folder before regarding Jeff with an expression that suggested
> she was a woman used to people obeying her every command. "What
Must...supress...hentai...comment....
BAD DAVID! (Where's that rolled-up newspaper I used on Maggie.)
< snip >
> "Colonel, the numbers of Zentraedi in the Protectorate are
> growing every day. Refugees from all over the Western Hemisphere
> are flowing into the zone in unprecedented numbers." Ambassador
> Lemieux cocked her head slightly as if waiting for some reaction.
> When Jeff only drew a deep breath and said nothing, she pressed
> on. "It takes thirty minutes to micronize a full-sized
> Zentraedi. The chamber can only operate two, maybe three hours
> at a time before it must be left for twelve hours to recharge.
> That means one chamber can only micronize twelve Zentraedi a
> day."
Nit: those numbers don't add up. Were you thinking of a 9-10 hour
recharge time?
Sug: "...micronize between eight and twelve Zentraedi every 24hrs."
CRAP! I always screw up the numbers. Gotta work on that.
> "Okay, so they have a little backlog down at the shrink-wrap
> department? Considering what little they have to do in the
> Protectorate, I can't see how that is a problem," Jeff said,
> beginning to feel annoyed at both the Ambassador and the UWG.
> "I don't think you fully understand their position," the
> Ambassador said in a condescending tone. "Their food situation
> is precarious under the best of conditions. Micronized, they
> have sufficient to feed themselves and all the new arrivals."
> "So giving them a second chamber allows them to micronize
> enough people to keep them docile," Jeff noted, still not pleased
> with the news.
Makes sense. American food aid to Stalin's USSR was justified partly
for similar reasons, IIRC.
Yup.
> "Precisely. And, since the majority of the new arrivals are
> from the lands to the east, the second is located just ten miles
> from the New Madrid Falls."
> Jeff couldn't help his jaw dropping slightly. The New
> Madrid Falls was on the old Mississippi River. Under the
> Zentraedi 'Rain of Death' bombardment, a well-known fault line in
The New Madrid fault, natch.
Glad you caught that. Not sure everyone else knows about the
fault line considered more dangerous than the San Andreas (sp?).
> the area broke loose and a section of land was pushed up almost
> fifty feet. The result was what people called Lake Madrid,
> terminating at a spectacular horseshoe-shaped waterfall. In more
> peaceful times, it would have become a new tourist attraction.
> Under their current conditions, it was little more than a
> curiosity that marked the boundary of the Barony, the UCS, the
> Protectorate and lands of the United World Government. In terms
> of military maneuvering, it was one of the hottest sections of
> land in the world.
I need a map.
Lovely. A quad-border point, with all four parties ready to go to war
against the other three. The Yorkies must be especially inflamed, with
such a big plum being waved in their faces.
Yup, that's why it's considered the 'hot corner' of the UWG. That's
also why the RDF was so desperate for this squadron.
> "Did it ever occur to any of you that such location might be
> objectionable to certain concerned parties?" Jeff finally asked.
After he jacked his jaw up off the floor.
> "There have been official protests lodged," the Ambassador
> admitted. "And we have been in constant contact with all three
> governments."
> "I can just imagine," Jeff said sarcastically. He knew that
> the Zentraedi leader, Commander Bokon, did not suffer fools
> gladly and allowing him to dangle such a prize in front of the
> highly excitable Yorkies and their sometime-allies, the Grays,
> was just asking for trouble.
Given how badly he needs that chamber, Bokon does not strike me as
being very smart. He's willing to risk an nigh-irreplaceable item for
the sake of baiting his enemies.
He's taking a chance here. Zentraedi are known for 'taking chances'
in tactical situations. Besides, I need it located there for the climax of
this episode. ^_^
> "We have been asked to mediate a conference where all
> aspects of this issue will be discussed and, with any luck,
> resolved," the Ambassador said as if she had no doubt of her
> success.
> "Good for you," Jeff said, standing up with a sigh. "So,
> you want us to refuel your runabout out there and wave bon voyage
> from the tarmac?"
> "No, Colonel," the Ambassador said icily. "Each delegation
> is allowed to bring two escorts to the conference."
> Jeff looked over his shoulder at the two young men lounging
> next to the transport. "Looks like you picked well enough."
Jeff's being obtuse. Deliberately, or desperately, I wonder?
> "They are my assistants." Ambassador Lemieux's demeanor
> grew colder. "I was referring to a pair of military escorts."
> As their eyes locked, Jeff could feel a battle of wills
> developing. He had a bad feeling about where this was going.
> "I don't have two pilots I can spare," he said as if the
> issue was closed.
"But I can loan you two of my office staff. They're military. Really!"
"Maggie! Get your flying clothes and see LTC Dutch DeWitt for some
quick lessons." Hehehehe, that'll teach her.
> Crossing his arms, Jeff glared back at the Ambassador. "I
> am cooperating as much as my position as commander of this
> squadron will allow. Don't push it," he warned.
I think "he warned" could be removed.
Agreed.
> For a moment, it appeared as if the Ambassador was willing
> to relent. Opening the folder she still held, she pulled out a
> sheet of paper that Jeff could see bore an RDF letterhead.
> "I have already picked the pilots that will accompany me."
> She dropped the sheet on Jeff's desk and picked up her valise.
> "I expect these two pilots will be properly attired and ready to
> leave within the hour," she snapped.
Does "attired" include CVR-3 and VTs? Too much to hope for. I guess
that "escort" in this case is more "military attache" than "bodyguard."
More ceremonial, as we will see in the next episode.
> With a snort, Jeff snatched up the paper and scanned it for
> the pilots she was demanding. When he read them, he could barely
> control himself. "This is insane!"
Sug: "...for the names of the pilots..."
Okay.
< snip >
> "That and your ability to be charming, when necessary." Her
> smile evolved into something else, something that Jeff felt
> bordered on flirtation. "We leave in an hour, Colonel."
1: That justification stinks. She could have gotten any number of
more diplomatic military attaches from HQ.
2: Who *is* this guy, Ranma Saotome's cousin? His sister-in-law, BJ,
and now Ms Frigid here -- what cologne is he weaing, and where can *I*
get some?
The Ambassador is a work of... something all right.
< snip >
> "Jeffrey, there's more going on here than just a peace
> conference and I need someone with special talents." General
Talents, or *qualifications*?
Qualifications is correct.
> "A coup? By whom?" Jeff glanced at Bobbi Jo and saw her
> eyebrows rise at his statement.
> "The religious leader of York took control with the help of
> the York Army. Brother John, or whatever he calls himself, has
> declared he was ordained by some god to assume control of the
> country. They are no longer the Barony of York. They are now
> known as the Holy Kingdom of York - the Chosen People of God."
Great Jumping Ayatollah Khomeinei on a pogo stick!
Wait till you meet them. ^_^
> "We believe the former Captain Lee is now the commander of
> their Veritech squadron. I want to know if he's as good as he
> used to be."
And *I* want to know how someone Jeff has such a positive opinion of
became involved in the Miami Base massacre. I wouldn't expect a good
officer to allow the kind of thing that happened to Missy. Of course,
that assumes he was in any position to stop it...
Next episode....
< snip >
> Jeff dropped the phone back into its cradle. Glancing
> between Katherine and Bobbi Jo, he got the feeling they were
> waiting for him to say something. His grunt of irritation
> spurred Bobbi Jo to take the initiative.
> "I guess I better go get an update on York," she said with
Wait, how did she know it was York? Was Emerson on speakerphone? If
not, Jeff never mentioned York aloud, just "a coup."
DOH! Gotta fix that. Maybe I'll have him repeat the country and look
at BJ.
< snip >
> Watching her order about her two assistants only confirmed the
> General's opinion of her and her abilities. He shook his head
> and turned away from the scene.
> Fanatical Yorkies, devious Grays, and militant Zentraedi.
> This had all the makings of a disaster.
And poor Jeff and his crew are supposed to be keeping the lid on this
pressure cooker? I sense "interesting times" ahead...
Indeed!
< snip >
> "Attacked?" Colonel Rossi sounded surprised - or was very
> good at faking it.
> "I'm sorry. You wanted specifics. Let's change that to
> attempted rape."
Oooo, I can just *hear* the sarcasm *dripping* here.
All over the desk and floor.
> "Involving our people? That's a pretty strong accusation,
> Colonel. I trust you have some evidence."
> "Witnesses, Colonel, along with a half-naked officer who was
> severely beaten."
Ona really *has* been having lousy luck so far in this series, hasn't
she?
Hard Luck Ona, that's her. ^_^ Of course, she DID get lucky with
Cindy.
[BAD GREG! BAD!]
> Another pause only added to Jeff's irritation. "I see. I
> will have to check into this," Colonel Rossi said.
> "Fine. You do that." Jeff practically snapped his
> response.
> "Anything else, Colonel?"
> "Just one more thing. I have a tough enough job here. I
> don't need the distraction your people molesting mine whenever
> they feel a little... frisky."
> Colonel Rossi chuckled. "I understand, Colonel. I assure
> you that if I discover my people were in any way involved, I will
> take the strongest measures to punish those involved and make
> certain it never happens again."
He *chuckled*? Good grief, way to show how serious you are, Rossi.
I better make this 'chuckled self-consciously'.
< snip >
> about the incident. The GMP knew where Ona was and were taking
> steps to capture her, probably for that incident at Aunt Margie's
> mission station. The five she encountered in Osage City knew
> what they were doing. Since the GMP didn't usually back off when
> they thought they had their quarry cornered, everyone would have
> to be on their guard.
Five? When he was talking to Rossi, he said three.
Sug: "...City had known what..."
Aw, crap! There's that 'math thing' again.
> "That wasn't a suggestion, Captain. The squadron is yours."
> "Sir, I'm no good at organizing. I don't believe they will
> follow... I mean..." With an uncharacteristic wave of her hands
> in frustration, she sighed heavily.
Actually, I think most of them would. Ona's biggest problem right now
is that she's sabotaging herself -- her confidence is shot. And given
that she's really not very good (yet) at handling the type of problems
she's most likely to see while Jeff's gone, I don't see this getting
better anytime soon, w/o something drastic happening.
Okay, who cued the Ominous Thunder?
It's residual effects from what happened in South America. She's
certainly a woman in turmoil.
< snip >
> already a flight leader with three humans who follow her every
> command. No, there had to be something else going on. He wished
> he had more time to pursue the issue.
I wonder... just what position did Ona hold in that all-female
Zentraedi sqaudron? If she made a command mistake that helped (at least
in her mind) lead to the eventual disaster, that could explain a lot.
She was a flight leader who let a situation get out of hand, ending
in the death of one of her pilots. She's still living with that failure.
< snip >
> "What a lousy way to start a tour of duty," he grumbled.
> Shaking his head, he started for the locker room to pick up his
> flight suit.
Not much happening in this chapter, but a whole lot of setup and
foreshadowing. I anticipate next chapter may well end with a bang.
I'll be waiting.
Lots will happen in the next episode. I considered keeping the
sections together but felt I wasn't releasing stuff fast enough to keep
my readers' interest. The place I cut this time was probably not the
best. I'll do better now that I've made the decision to release smaller
episodes.
David, you're a gem. Outstanding job of C&C. I can tell you
spent a lot of time on this and I appreciate it more than I can say.
Thank you.
- Greg
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