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Fifty Days	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female > L/Misa Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 38: Vault
Mikami didn't waste any time after the funeral, immediately proceeding to the next part of his investigation.
He turned to L as they were walking back upstairs and said, "You must arrange a meeting with as many members of the Amane family as possible. Because I am not able to kill them, I have only been able to obtain second-hand information about you by killing a few minor acquaintances of various members of the Amane family. Yumiko Amane is the most important of them, as it seems that the others only met you once."
Misa slapped the back of Mikami's head. He cringed and said, "I am sorry."
Misa said, "Better be sorry."
L said, "Mikami, I thought you would do this. I have already spoken to Yumiko about you, saying that you are part of a threesome relationship with the two of us. I did not tell her your name or anything relevant, of course."
Mikami said, "I know this. Her family cannot stop gossiping about the scandal."
Mikami paused, and then with a dramatic flourish of his hands he said, "I assume this means Yumiko Amane does not know the secret?"
"Of course not. She only knows the same cover stories that everyone else knows. She will be quite sad after we fake Misa's suicide, but Misa will be comforted and strengthened in her work by knowing that her family still survives, even though they will think she is dead."
Mikami said, "The NPA has my face and name, and I will likely be publicized as Kira after my death. We must hide my identity from Yumiko Amane so that she does not realize this later. We need something better than the costumes I have been using to thwart facial recognition software."
He is not going to kill a make-up and prosthetics artist just so that he can be rendered unrecognizable when under heavy scrutiny.
L stopped at the top of the stairs and said, "I have been planning for this. Yumiko is already primed to expect the ridiculous, and it is also true that disguising your face expertly will not necessarily help, unless we can also disguise your voice, as Yumiko will almost certainly listen to the broadcast you will make to call off your secret partner. Our best option is to use a costume with a mask that is extensive enough that it muffles your voice. Come with me, and I'll show you examples."
L led Mikami and Misa to the nearest computer, one sitting on a desk in a living-room-like area. There he brought up a number of pictures he'd saved.
As Mikami examined the pictures and scrolled through them, L said, "We can say you are someone who is only comfortable when costumed, someone who almost never removes it. There are three routes we could take with this. You could be a cosplayer of a fictional character who wears a mask, such as Larva from 'Vampire Princess Miyu'. If you chose any fictional character we will need to spend some time educating you about that character so you don't blow your cover."
L selected a different set of pictures for Mikami to scroll through and said, "Alternatively, we could say you are a sexual fetishist, and you could try wearing any of these costumes. The gimp masks I've selected should completely disguise your face and muffle your voice."
L could hear Mikami's disapproving hissing intake of breath.
As I thought, he will probably choose the third option.
L brought up an additional set of costume photos and said, "The other possibility is that we pretend you are a furry, and you wear an animal costume. Furries are a subculture of people who are fans of animal characters that have human characteristics, such as mascots or cartoon animals. There is a sexual component to the fandom, but this is not true for all furries. Furry cosplayers, called fursuiters, often create original or generic characters that are not related to any particular item of fiction, and some of them believe they are animals and refuse to remove the costume."
Mikami sighed and said, "These animal costumes, at least they seem more innocent and dignified. They look like they could appear at any amusement park or sports stadium. As an additional benefit, I believe the more extensive padding in the area of my head will disguise my voice better. You said this is the last of the three options? There are no more possibilities for disguise?"
"Not when we are trying to fool a person instead of a program, no. I have already paid for and reserved seventeen costumes in your size at various Tokyo costume shops. We would only need to pick up whichever one you select, or, if you do not prefer any of the seventeen, then I could special-order any of these others and they would arrive in about twenty-four hours. Yumiko probably cannot arrange a family reunion faster than that, so as long as we decide what you should wear soon there should not be a problem."
Mikami wrung his hands together, looking uncomfortable, then averted his gaze and said, "How... perverted are furries?"
L said, "Some are extremely perverted, some not at all, and every possible variation between those two extremes is also present. You would not need to pretend to any sexual deviancy worse than the threesome relationship."
"How long would I need to educate myself about this subculture?"
"You would need to know only slightly more than I have already told you. It is common for furries to be largely ignorant about their own subculture, and to be shocked when they discover some of the more unsavory elements a year or two later. Furthermore, there are many factions within the subculture that have little contact with each other and that have each developed their own traditions and behaviors."
Mikami said, "Then it would be extremely difficult for me to act out of character, because any behavior pattern would be attributable to a furry? Yumiko Amane would not develop suspicions, or if she did question my story, her research would quell her fears?"
L replied, "Exactly. The most rudimentary knowledge would suffice in your situation. I will guide you to the few things you actually need to know."
What they ended up settling on was a panda costume and a story about Mikami suffering from extreme social phobias for his entire life, phobias that were only quelled when he was in a panda costume, so that his only other option would have been living as a complete shut-in. Although, in the story, Mikami was not Teru Mikami, but rather Masa Shintaro.
The meeting was two days later, and the chosen place was a little-used park far away from the main roads, one that tended to be empty on weekdays. It had wide lawns, picnic areas and playground equipment. It gradually transitioned into thick woods on its edges, woods which contained a series of ornate torii gates framing a pathway. The path obviously led up to a hilltop Shinto shrine that was just visible through the vibrant new growth of spring.
They had left Jojo at home. The cat had not become any friendlier in the meantime, and he spent most of his time either hiding under couches and chairs or trying to find the tallest items of furniture he could, so he could relieve himself there. All of the highest shelves were already occupied by litter boxes, and so far that was mitigating his tendencies, though he sometimes shoved them off so he could go directly on the shelves.
When they arrived in the parking lot, no other cars were there. Yumiko herself was not anywhere to be seen, and neither was anyone else. They could have been dropped off by taxis or public transportation, or they could be late. Still, some of Misa's relatives owned cars, and in any case at least one person should be visible unless all of them were late.
Before they got out of their car, L said, "Stay in character and keep your costume on even if it seems nobody is watching. Yumiko is intelligent and she has shown suspicion in the past. She probably will not like you, but her emotions toward you do not matter."
Mikami said, "I will not fail. However, I am concerned about where everyone might be."
Right where the panda's jaw line met the neck, there was a small grate for Mikami to breathe through, and that, combined with the thickness of the costume, muffled his voice considerably.
L peered towards the distant path disappearing into the woods between the series of torii gates. If anyone had already arrived, they had probably gone to the shrine.
L said, "We will go toward the shrine, however we will not enter it. It would be disrespectful as you would not be able to ritually wash yourself while still wearing your costume."
Mikami's belief structure about Kira has a strong underpinning of Shinto. This may cause me to gain more respect in his eyes.
Everyone got out of the car and Mikami took Misa's hand, his body language seeming shy and odd even with the bulky suit to obscure it, as if he were both afraid of touching her and very eager for it.
L put his hands on Mikami's shoulders and said, "Hold still. This will be good and I know you are strong enough for it."
L pulled himself up, clinging to Mikami in piggy-back style, his hands clasped around the panda's thick neck and his knees hitched just over Mikami's hips.
Rem and Ryuk were drifting along behind them.
In that fashion they set off toward the edge of the park where the shrine's path started. Before they were even halfway there, Yumiko became visible, descending the path. Her walk was decidedly unsteady.
She's drunk. Well, this does not increase the chance she will reveal my secret. She is very good at keeping secrets or she would not have been able to keep her parents' embezzling hidden from Misa and everyone else for so long. Being drunk may even be helpful for my cause, by convincing Mikami that she could not possibly be deceptive.
Still, L's heart was beating faster even after reassuring himself with his own logic. If his lie did end up falling apart, there was a strong chance that the process would begin soon.
Misa let out a wordless shout.
In return Yumiko waved, in a sloppy, wild motion that looked as if it might make her fall over altogether. She started to run closer but then seemed to think better of her stumbling gait and slowed down to a walk instead. Even walking she was unsteady, but at least she didn't look as if she would at any moment plow her face into the ground. She had a sappy grin plastered across her face and it only became wider as she approached.
As she approached in close proximity, Yumiko announced, "Misa, I already bought an ema at the shrine for your health. I can't go past shrines any longer without doing it. Every time I see one, I get you an ema. You're going to be very blessed from now on."
Ryuk chuckled and said, "If that actually worked, there wouldn't be a single sick person in Japan."
Yumiko turned to Mikami and her entire demeanor changed from happy to annoyed-looking.
Then Yumiko and Mikami became briefly formal, bowing to each other, saying niceties, and making introductions using full names, though both of them had already been told those names previously. During the process Yumiko's voice sounded tired but infused with a kind of fake, overly-polite enthusiasm. It was almost bordering on the sarcastic.
Then Yumiko pointed in the direction of Mikami's head, her finger wavering, and said, "Hey, Ryuga, you look so cute riding on his back like a little kid. You said Masa Shintaro used to date Misa and now he's returned?"
L kissed Mikami, or rather the side of the panda costume's head, and replied, "Yes, they were dating last August. Yumiko, where are the other members of your family?"
Yumiko said, "It was such short notice that not enough of them could get time off at work, and they also said they want to discourage Misa from having so many men, so none of the others will be coming today."
Is it because I have not sent any money their way? Is that why they are no longer eager to approve of me? Or have the endless sex scandals finally offended them too much? Or do they truly think their disapproval will drive Mikami away?
L said, "This is a difficult thing for any family to accept. I am sure they merely need a little more time. We have a bento for each of us in the car. Would you like to eat first, or engage in other activities?"
Yumiko waved a fist in the air and shouted, "I'm hungry."
L slid off of Mikami and said, "Masa, I think that open space over there is suitable. Could you set everything up?"
Mikami trudged off dutifully.
When Mikami had gone only a short distance away, Yumiko said, in a mockingly-serious voice, "You sure can pick them, Misa. Two pandas, is that what you like? All pale with dark eye-circles? A skinny, bony panda-man that looks like death warmed over, and then a fluffy refugee from a kid's carnival."
Yumiko drew close, so close her breath reeked, and jabbed L right in the middle of his chest with a long, unsteady finger.
She looked more serious than ever and said, "Ryuga, you should co-star in one of Misa's movies. When she gets better."
As if that was the funniest thing ever said, Yumiko burst out into laughter that shook her body and continued until she was gasping for breath and could barely breathe. She swayed like a chopped-off tree about to fall. L held her up by one shoulder, and Misa by the other as little spurts of laughter and gasps continued to spill from her mouth. By the time she had recovered, Mikami had finished getting supplies from the car and was nearly to the correct spot, loaded down with the bento boxes tied in cloths, a large blanket to sit on, and a video camera.
Yumiko didn't notice the video camera until they were just starting to kneel down on the blanket. She said nothing but was obviously eyeing it, then slid her gaze to L, looking confused.
She said, "You changed your mind? I thought you were extremely paranoid about being filmed."
"No, my previous actions were merely to avoid the paparazzi. This is only for us, so it will not be an issue."
The video camera was a kind of test for both L and Yumiko. Mikami had rightly decided that if he cornered Yumiko privately and asked her a lot of grilling questions about Misa's husband, it would seem rude and creepy, especially on their first meeting. Furthermore, there was not enough time for him to develop a comfortable acquaintance with her.
Misa could not ask the questions Mikami wanted, because of her disability. So, the task had been left to L. L had been given a list of questions to ask Yumiko privately, with the proceedings to be filmed for Mikami to later examine.
If Yumiko gave answers that threw suspicion on L's story, it would be bad. Likewise, if L balked at asking any of the assigned questions, or if the video ended up being tampered with before Mikami could view it, that would also cast doubt on L's claims.
L had managed to convince Mikami that a normal video camera needed to be used, as Yumiko was observant enough to notice any hidden camera. This was especially true since she knew how L dressed and so the standard trick of wearing a tie-pin camera would be too attention-drawing.
That much should keep her from blurting out any secrets "in private" because Yumiko would know the video wouldn't remain private.
As they ate, Yumiko worked on extracting the life story of "Masa Shintaro" out of Mikami bit by bit. Mikami had a good memory and didn't forget any of the made-up details, but on occasion his delivery was stiff and forced. Yumiko gave him a few looks that could be interpreted as either skeptical or surprised, but she didn't outright challenge anything.
Misa sat in Mikami's lap some of the time, making his voice husky and just on the edge of trembling, while Yumiko switched back and forth between eating and helping Misa to do physical therapy exercises; praising Misa whenever she managed to make the fingers of her mostly-paralyzed hand twitch.
From time to time Mikami left on little errands or short breaks, and L made sure to ask Yumiko the assigned questions in as natural a way as he could manage. It was difficult to keep her focused, but with effort he was always able to get her back to the right topic.
After the meal, Misa indicated that she wanted to look at the shrine with Mikami, so the two of them walked away, holding hands. Yumiko was lying on the blanket, looking as if she were about to fall asleep, when she mumbled something incomprehensible.
L said, "What?"
Laughing, she replied, "I lied."
She was a little too loud. Mikami and Misa could probably still hear her.
L trained the camera directly on her, moving it in her line of vision to remind her that Mikami would see all this later.
Yumiko trailed off into a quiet series of giggling fits. Every time she seemed about to say something, she succumbed to the giggles once again.
She said, "You think you're so smart. I didn't tell any of the others about this, this meeting. I knew Uncle Izumi would try to kick me out again, or, or, he'd make an ass of himself the whole time."
Yumiko propped herself up on an elbow, gazed in her sister's direction, and said, "It's wonderful to see Misa happy. I haven't seen her look like this in so long. You are a good influence, aren't you, Ryuga? I'm sorry I was skeptical before. I was rude, and I apologize for that. I'm always being rude."
Yumiko picked up a mochi ball, the single item leftover from her bento, and examined it with one eye closed, as if she were analyzing it deeply.
She said, "You care about Misa. I know you do. If you loved her for her fame or her beauty, you would have gotten rid of her by now. If you were dangerously jealous, you wouldn't tolerate Masa Shintaro. But... I think... Misa is so happy."
Yes, Misa is being a talented actress today, but perhaps she's overdoing it.
Yumiko popped the mochi ball into her mouth, chewed a few times, swallowed, and then said, "Shintaro makes her happy too. If you helped to pick him, then you have good taste. The way she looks at him, I can tell she's in love, and I can imagine the three of you being together for a long time."
Yumiko's eyes were becoming shiny and wet.
She dabbed at them with the corner of a sleeve and said, "I'm sorry to cry in front of you. Your relationship is so beautiful. I've waited for such a long, long time to see Misa smile that way again. I- I thought it was disgusting when I first heard about it... perhaps I was wrong, and Misa does need more than one man to satisfy her. I yell at her and I shouldn't do it."
Without warning, Yumiko lurched forward, snatching at the camera while saying, "That's a little too embarrassing. Let's erase it before they come back."
L was just barely able to scramble out of her reach, scooting backwards on one hand and two feet.
This is bad. If the video gets tampered with, Mikami could easily assume the worst.
Yumiko smiled sweetly and said, "Ryuga, I wasn't kidding. I'll be humiliated if Misa sees this!"
L had an instinct Yumiko was going to lunge again, and so he just barely managed to scramble out of reach of her lightning-fast grab a second time, getting to his feet in the process.
L said, "Not if Misa sees this, when Misa sees this. She wants to have good memories of this outing, and I refuse to erase any part of it. What you said was a sincere apology and praise directly from your heart. There is nothing to be upset about. Misa will love it and I fully intend to show it to her."
Yumiko was on her feet and coming after him so fast it was scary. L turned and ran. He had no idea how fast a runner Yumiko was, but since she was drunk and in a skirt, it should be possible to leave her behind.
But, even if she can't catch me, she could try blurting out one of my embarrassing secrets to convince me to erase parts of the tape, and that would be even worse.
L left the camera on, but thumbed the mute button. That could be easily excused as an accident during a chaotic chase.
Yumiko was faster than L expected. Perhaps she had partially sobered up during the meal, or maybe she was just that determined. He ended up unable to reach the car, which she blocked off every time he tried to approach, until he tricked her. He lured her away by pretending to leave the video camera unattended on the picnic blanket, and then suddenly rushing past to snatch it and bypass Yumiko.
After the video camera had been safely locked inside the car, he returned to Yumiko, giving her reasons why she should not be ashamed, trying to overwhelm her with logic, and also putting on a pitiful begging act that included sulking, shivering, and actually letting some of his real fear of the situation show on his face. After all, he still had to put on an act of being potentially suicidal if Yumiko let out his secret.
He hadn't quite gotten to the end of the list of assigned questions, but he assumed Mikami would decide it was good enough, especially with the excellent excuse for stopping the interview at that point. Plus, it had been evident near the end that Yumiko was beginning to wonder why there were so many odd questions.
The outing did not last long after Misa and Mikami returned. A few families joined the park, making it seem less private, and some children took an interest in "the panda" and "the girl who looks like Misa Amane" though their parents told them it was a coincidence.
After they left, they dropped Yumiko off at her apartment and helped her upstairs, leaving her with several gifts. By that point, she was in a good mood again, and only seemed slightly drunk.
Mikami was intense in the days after that. The way Mikami watched Misa was almost frightening, and every word he said was infused with a tone as if it held tremendous significance. Perhaps the knowledge that his life was very close to its end was affecting him greatly. Everything was momentous and weighty with him.
L counted down the days in his mind. At the end of the visit with Yumiko, Mikami had twelve days left. Each day after that, L watched and waited, seething inside, impatient. He reminded Mikami a few times that there needed to be some leeway between his broadcast and the end of his life, or there would be risk of a panic happening anyway. The potential end of the world was not something that world leaders tended to be relaxed about.
With nine days of life left, Mikami called L and Misa into a room and announced that he would be making his decision based on one remaining piece of information.
Instead of immediately saying what that needed information was, Mikami went into a long speech with a lot of dramatic hand gestures. His body language was more exaggerated than ever before, his tone of voice laden with fervent purpose.
As soon as L and Misa had settled down on a couch to watch, Mikami started with, "It is your motivation, L, that concerns me. The facts match everything you have told me, but there is no proof of your motivation. The same set of facts could be interpreted in different ways, depending on why you acted as you did, but only you know why."
Mikami cleared his throat and waved his arms around so much that L imagined he was about to start flapping like a bird and take off. Ryuk laughed.
Mikami flashed Ryuk a disapproving look and then said, "L, I cannot read your thoughts and I will not force you to tell them to me. You have judged my personality correctly. I would not kill the husband of someone who is possibly Kira. If Misa Amane is Kira, that action would be unforgivable. I could never atone for it."
He has seen this far, far enough to realize that nothing I've told him is incompatible with the facts and yet my motivation is not proven by any of the available information. What test will he propose to prove my loyalty to Kira?
Mikami continued, "So far, the best evidence of your motivation is that you kept the police from retaining custody of me, and yet when you held me in custody you did not torture me or mistreat me. Your conversations with me were very searching, as if you were trying to decide what to do with me, or as if you were testing my resolve."
Mikami dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper, gradually rising in loudness as he said, "The police would have tortured me if you'd let them keep me. I can hardly expect them to realize I am not to be treated as they would treat a murderer. They think that I am a criminal. I, who hate criminals and those people who destroy! I hate them far more than any police officer. The police are weak and simple, thinking that laws can solve everything, when laws do nothing to dig out the rot that is in so many human hearts."
Ryuk said, "Humans are so interesting!"
Mikami then launched into a very long rant about the evils of the police and the inadequacies of the current justice system that bored Ryuk right out of the room, and continued until Misa made a demanding-sounding noise.
At that, Mikami calmed down and said, "Yes. The matter at hand. I know, L, that Misa Amane is an owner of a death note. What I do not know for a fact is how she came to be an owner of one. I know she is not a controlled victim that you have made obedient to yourself, because if that were true she would be obedient to everyone. She refuses to obey you on numerous occasions and she does not obey me either. If she is not Kira, then she is your willing accomplice. However, I can prove whether she is your false proxy Kira or not with a simple medical test."
If this is what my story will depend on, then I have almost nothing to worry about.
Mikami said, "When I killed William Potts, you were genuinely disturbed, even though he was a mere acquaintance. I am sure that you would never risk the mother of your future child in a scheme to fool me. I will have a paternity test performed by someone I control, so I will know you did not interfere to create false results. If the fetus is yours, then every doubt will disappear from my mind, and I will stop my apprentice. The world's governments will no longer be held hostage."
There is very little chance that I am not the father. If Misa had any other sexual outlet during that time, I do not think she would have been raping me. Rem is not saying anything in warning. Misa does not look worried, but then she would know not to appear to be worried during a time like this.
Mikami said, "I know that there is a risk of miscarriage, infection or fetal damage after a prenatal paternity test. I will use the best doctor to ensure as much safety as possible. I am sorry to sacrifice the life of someone who would save many lives, but Kira is far more important."
L said, "It is unavoidable, so I am sure Kira will forgive you. We need to act quickly. The lab results could take three or four days and we are running out of time."
Mikami replied, "I know this. I have already prepared a place for you, so that you cannot attempt to influence the outcome."
Mikami opened a locked briefcase he had been keeping on a table behind him, and slid out a large black blindfold. L instinctively shivered at the sight of it, hyper-focused on it so much that he almost didn't see the handcuffs and shackles that followed, until they made metallic noises clicking against each other.
He wanted to vomit, he wanted to run from the room and simply never return. But he held still and endured. He had to.
L said nothing and he tried not to flinch as Mikami bound him and took samples to be tested for DNA from the inside of his cheek. He kept reminding himself it was not like being in the straightjacket. It was better. He was led, blind and guided by Mikami, to the garage, where he was placed into the back seat of one of the cars.
L counted the number of turns he felt to the left and the right, and the number of bridges he heard them driving over. Comparing all this to his mental map didn't help much. There were any number of places he could be.
He was afraid to ask anything about his situation to come, afraid that talking about it would trigger a panic attack. Instead, he said nothing at all, trying to feel dead inside. His thoughts kept focusing on the cat for some odd reason. He imagined Rem and Misa trying to deal with Jojo's antics without any help. In the latest day, they had discovered that Jojo was a cheese lover, and was much friendlier when bribed with it. Unfortunately, he was a lactose-intolerant cheese-lover, so his determination to poop in the highest places he could reach ended up being all the messier.
L had succeeded in making himself almost entirely numb by the time he heard and felt the car come to a stop on what sounded like the gravel of a driveway. Mikami was taking L out then, guiding his steps. L shivered in revulsion at the feeling of Mikami's hand on his shoulder. For some reason, he was having a rising, irrational paranoia that Mikami intended to rape him. This time the conviction was not drug-induced, but it was refusing to be dismissed by logic all the same. He felt dirty for even thinking of it. He was dirty, his body merely a piece of meat that was used for various purposes, and then later bound and stored when not needed.
L was quickly up some steps and then inside, the air different, a door closing somewhere behind him. He was pushed forward, around various corners and down more steps, until his feet stepped on metal. Then Mikami was undoing the handcuffs, the shackles, and at last removing the blindfold.
Mikami stood in front of him, and what they were inside resembled a large bank vault, with a huge, heavy, complicated door visible behind Mikami. L looked immediately for air vents and saw them high up.
Mikami said, "You cannot escape through them."
"I will stay here until you complete the test?"
"Yes. Everything you need is here."
L examined the supplies. There was canned food, can openers, plenty of bottled water, three blankets, a small rolled-up mat, and off in a corner by themselves, two plastic buckets with snap-on lids.
Mikami tapped at a much smaller heavy-looking metal door, hardly big enough for a cat, that had been built into a side wall. He said, "This other door is on a timer, and when it opens it will show you the means of your escape. Until then, you will be here. Screaming cannot be heard from the outside."
He means to leave me here for three or four days? Why not put the larger door on a timer instead of this small one?
The urge to escape immediately, while the big door was open, was almost overpowering. The air was too thick, too warm, difficult to breathe.
L said, "You are completely certain I will survive this?"
Mikami said, "I would not bother with most of what we have already done if you were fated to die soon. However, that reminds me. There is one last service I can perform for you. I do not know if Misa Amane will ever-"
L interrupted with, "That is not useful knowledge. If I knew I was essentially immortal up to a point, I might take risks that are too extreme and end up technically alive but seriously disabled. Also, it would destroy some of the enjoyment of life."
Mikami looked at L for a moment, and then said, "Your logic is impeccable. Very well, I will not tell you."
Mikami kneeled and then bowed so deeply his forehead touched the floor. In that position, he said, "It is likely we will never meet again. If you are my enemy, you will soon be destroyed. If you are my ally, I give you my deepest respect and devotion. Kira has gained a martyr."
Then he got up and left the vault. L could only watch the vault door closing, and listen to the final-sounding snap as it clicked into place. He was trapped, trapped with no way out, not for a time, anyway. He wanted to scream and beat his head against the wall.
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