{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\uc1 \deff0\deflang1033\deflangfe1033{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fcharset0\fprq2{\*\panose 02020603050405020304}Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0\fprq2{\*\panose 020b0604020202020204}Arial;}
{\f28\froman\fcharset0\fprq0{\*\panose 00000000000000000000}New Caledonia;}{\f29\froman\fcharset0\fprq2{\*\panose 02040502050405020303}Georgia;}{\f178\froman\fcharset238\fprq2 Times New Roman CE;}{\f179\froman\fcharset204\fprq2 Times New Roman Cyr;}
{\f181\froman\fcharset161\fprq2 Times New Roman Greek;}{\f182\froman\fcharset162\fprq2 Times New Roman Tur;}{\f183\froman\fcharset177\fprq2 Times New Roman (Hebrew);}{\f184\froman\fcharset178\fprq2 Times New Roman (Arabic);}
{\f185\froman\fcharset186\fprq2 Times New Roman Baltic;}{\f186\fswiss\fcharset238\fprq2 Arial CE;}{\f187\fswiss\fcharset204\fprq2 Arial Cyr;}{\f189\fswiss\fcharset161\fprq2 Arial Greek;}{\f190\fswiss\fcharset162\fprq2 Arial Tur;}
{\f191\fswiss\fcharset177\fprq2 Arial (Hebrew);}{\f192\fswiss\fcharset178\fprq2 Arial (Arabic);}{\f193\fswiss\fcharset186\fprq2 Arial Baltic;}{\f410\froman\fcharset238\fprq2 Georgia CE;}{\f411\froman\fcharset204\fprq2 Georgia Cyr;}
{\f413\froman\fcharset161\fprq2 Georgia Greek;}{\f414\froman\fcharset162\fprq2 Georgia Tur;}{\f417\froman\fcharset186\fprq2 Georgia Baltic;}}{\colortbl;\red0\green0\blue0;\red0\green0\blue255;\red0\green255\blue255;\red0\green255\blue0;
\red255\green0\blue255;\red255\green0\blue0;\red255\green255\blue0;\red255\green255\blue255;\red0\green0\blue128;\red0\green128\blue128;\red0\green128\blue0;\red128\green0\blue128;\red128\green0\blue0;\red128\green128\blue0;\red128\green128\blue128;
\red192\green192\blue192;}{\stylesheet{\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \snext0 Normal;}{
\s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 heading 1;}{
\s2\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\sb240\sa60\keepn\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\i\f1\fs28\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 heading 2;}{\*\cs10 \additive Default Paragraph Font;}{
\s15\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext15 endnote text;}{\*\cs16 \additive \super \sbasedon10 endnote reference;}{
\s17\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext17 footnote text;}{\*\cs18 \additive \super \sbasedon10 footnote reference;}{
\s19\ql \fi-720\li720\ri720\sb480\nowidctlpar\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin720\lin720\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 1;}{\s20\ql \fi-720\li1440\ri720\nowidctlpar
\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin720\lin1440\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 2;}{\s21\ql \fi-720\li2160\ri720\nowidctlpar
\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin720\lin2160\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 3;}{\s22\ql \fi-720\li2880\ri720\nowidctlpar
\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin720\lin2880\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 4;}{\s23\ql \fi-720\li3600\ri720\nowidctlpar
\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin720\lin3600\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 5;}{\s24\ql \fi-720\li720\ri0\nowidctlpar\tqr\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin720\itap0 
\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 6;}{\s25\ql \fi-720\li720\ri0\nowidctlpar\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin720\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 
\sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 7;}{\s26\ql \fi-720\li720\ri0\nowidctlpar\tqr\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin720\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 8;}{
\s27\ql \fi-720\li720\ri0\nowidctlpar\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin720\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd toc 9;}{\s28\ql \fi-1440\li1440\ri720\nowidctlpar
\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin720\lin1440\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd index 1;}{\s29\ql \fi-720\li1440\ri720\nowidctlpar
\tqr\tldot\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin720\lin1440\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 \sautoupd index 2;}{\s30\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\tqr\tx9360\hyphpar0\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 
\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 toa heading;}{\s31\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 caption;}{\*\cs32 
\additive _Equation Caption;}{\s33\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext33 Body Text 2;}{\s34\qj \li0\ri0\sl210\slmult0\widctlpar\faauto\rin0\lin0\itap0 
\f28\fs16\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon35 \snext34 Copyright 2;}{\s35\qj \li0\ri0\sl210\slmult0\widctlpar\faauto\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f28\fs18\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 \sbasedon0 \snext0 Copyright;}}{\*\revtbl {Unknown;}}
{\info{\title Chapter One}{\author Nancy Hanger}{\operator Arnold Bailey}{\creatim\yr2001\mo12\dy6\hr19\min41}{\revtim\yr2002\mo1\dy20\hr12\min56}{\version17}{\edmins24}{\nofpages161}{\nofwords61298}{\nofchars349403}{\*\company Windhaven Press}
{\nofcharsws429091}{\vern8247}}\margl1440\margr1440 \widowctrl\ftnbj\aenddoc\hyphhotz950\aftnnar\notabind\wraptrsp\nocolbal\noxlattoyen\expshrtn\noultrlspc\dntblnsbdb\sprslnsp\nospaceforul\lytprtmet\hyphcaps0\horzdoc\dghspace120\dgvspace120\dghorigin1701
\dgvorigin1984\dghshow1\dgvshow0\jexpand\viewkind4\viewscale100\pgbrdrhead\pgbrdrfoot\bdrrlswsix\nolnhtadjtbl\oldas \fet0{\*\ftnsep \pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 
\fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\chftnsep 
\par }}{\*\aftnsep \pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\sl-20\slmult0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {
\par }}{\*\aftnsepc \pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 { 
\par }}{\*\aftncn \pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 { 
\par }}\sectd \pgnrestart\linex0\headery1440\footery1440\sectdefaultcl {\*\pnseclvl1\pnucrm\pnstart1 {\pntxta .}}{\*\pnseclvl2\pnucltr\pnstart1 {\pntxta .}}{\*\pnseclvl3\pndec\pnstart1 {\pntxta .}}{\*\pnseclvl4\pnlcltr\pnstart1 {\pntxta .}}{\*\pnseclvl5
\pndec\pnstart1 {\pntxtb (}{\pntxta )}}{\*\pnseclvl6\pnlcltr\pnstart1 {\pntxtb (}{\pntxta )}}{\*\pnseclvl7\pnlcrm\pnstart1 {\pntxta )}}{\*\pnseclvl8\pnlcltr\pnstart1 {\pntxta )}}{\*\pnseclvl9\pnlcrm\pnstart1\pnindent720\pnhang{\pntxtb (}{\pntxta )}}
\pard\plain \s2\qc \fi360\li0\ri0\sb240\sa60\keepn\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel1\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\i\f1\fs28\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Bedlam Boyz
\par Ellen Guon
\par }\pard\plain \s35\qc \li0\ri0\sl210\slmult0\widctlpar\faauto\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f28\fs18\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\field\flddirty{\*\fldinst {\f29  INCLUDEPICTURE "D:\\\\Baen\\\\Webscription\\\\0671721771\\\\0671721771.jpg" \\
* MERGEFORMATINET }}{\fldrslt {\f29 {\*\shppict{\pict{\*\picprop\shplid1026{\sp{\sn shapeType}{\sv 75}}{\sp{\sn fFlipH}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn fFlipV}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn pibName}{\sv D:\'5cBaen\'5cWebsc
ription\'5c0671721771\'5c0671721771.jpg}}{\sp{\sn pibFlags}{\sv 2}}{\sp{\sn pictureGray}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn pictureBiLevel}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn fFilled}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn fHitTestFill}{\sv 1}}{\sp{\sn fillShape}{\sv 1}}{\sp{\sn fillUseRect}{\sv 0}}
{\sp{\sn fNoFillHitTest}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn fLine}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn wzDescription}{\sv }}{\sp{\sn fReallyHidden}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn fScriptAnchor}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn fFakeMaster}{\sv 0}}{\sp{\sn fLayoutInCell}{\sv 1}}}
\picscalex75\picscaley75\piccropl0\piccropr0\piccropt0\piccropb0\picw5292\pich8467\picwgoal3000\pichgoal4800\jpegblip\bliptag-932921065{\*\blipuid c864c117f6d7520877b977228dfbbac5}
ffd8ffe000104a46494600010201004800480000ffed147a50686f746f73686f7020332e30003842494d03ed0000000000100048000000010001004800000001
00013842494d040d000000000004000000783842494d03f300000000000800000000000000003842494d040a00000000000100003842494d271000000000000a
000100000000000000023842494d03f5000000000048002f66660001006c66660006000000000001002f6666000100a1999a0006000000000001003200000001
005a00000006000000000001003500000001002d000000060000000000013842494d03f80000000000700000ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
ffff03e800000000ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff03e800000000ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff03e800000000
ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff03e800003842494d040000000000000200013842494d0402000000000004000000003842494d04080000
00000010000000010000024000000240000000003842494d0414000000000004000000023842494d040c0000000012cb000000010000004600000070000000d4
00005cc0000012af00180001ffd8ffe000104a46494600010201004800480000ffee000e41646f626500648000000001ffdb0084000c08080809080c09090c11
0b0a0b11150f0c0c0f1518131315131318110c0c0c0c0c0c110c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c010d0b0b0d0e0d100e0e10
140e0e0e14140e0e0e0e14110c0c0c0c0c11110c0c0c0c0c0c110c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0cffc00011080070004603
012200021101031101ffdd00040005ffc4013f0000010501010101010100000000000000030001020405060708090a0b01000105010101010101000000000000
00010002030405060708090a0b1000010401030204020507060805030c33010002110304211231054151611322718132061491a1b14223241552c16233347282
d14307259253f0e1f163733516a2b283264493546445c2a3743617d255e265f2b384c3d375e3f3462794a485b495c4d4e4f4a5b5c5d5e5f55666768696a6b6c6
d6e6f637475767778797a7b7c7d7e7f711000202010204040304050607070605350100021103213112044151617122130532819114a1b14223c152d1f0332462
e1728292435315637334f1250616a2b283072635c2d2449354a317644555367465e2f2b384c3d375e3f34694a485b495c4d4e4f4a5b5c5d5e5f55666768696a6
b6c6d6e6f62737475767778797a7b7c7ffda000c03010002110311003f00e1a8c3c9cdb5b8b8a0beeb5db2b60225ce3b9e402f756cfa2c7fd3b112ff00a9bf58
ead0e33df611b856c7d7659b676fa9e8e3df7646cddf9fe929f4a20756c36cf3934bdbe062eabfe93372ed328f4067d74a2cc9bada7ab0a4331da63ecef1636c
aab6effa6cbf63decdaffd1becf4d339bcd3c79384511c1c7b711d19b14232859df8b877a7cdf0b1ac7e63292ff4ec734eddfbb574968ad82bdce7bddfcdb59f
e9516de8d955871f598435a5f03d432d127737f45fd5ff00b72b5d5e4f473d433ba865df87753d49b9cc657875e4635408c867a95dacc8c9aec63afb3d2f53f4
4f7fad75bfa3d9fa654fec5d25d4f5aca3767bebe922a0da5ceaebb66e26bb71b29f6536fe928cbdecb3d36fa6fad019c100796deaf9f8447fe92df6f5dfbffc
d7369e90d6d4dab22871b01f7640b2c6b7dc5da7a4ea7e93195bfe822b3a6e3b9cc0da5c1a1c37b0db66ac77b25cef4bf43b1d656e7ffc4dbfce2d0e8dd1b17a
8b5969cbcb1877d56d9558c2058cb71b6bb2716f63cbebb1de8bea7e2dd47a2cb3fd17f395d59fd2ebb733368a3d5b9acbec6b4b9ae978adc2cb37cd9357e8ab
fd3e46efd1ff003ca486489e33afeac714bcaf8506074d47a8d060fe99921fec7561af97b5ae7b890d8060fb3f358edc85762df4303ecb2a87005a1af25c64ed
d185adfa3f4bfa8b46de9efc7ebd474f7e65c70f24b1d8f9551d5d45ed2ea329b5b9c2ad9f99955ffdd7fd1ab36fd5cb1d6f507e7e55bf66c5add7f4ec886d8e
ca636afb53df5073c35dfab3697d9657fcdff35623f7ac63bd11c434fd147b52f079f05db49dc7fd4a4a40685bed9db1df6eeffabd9bd256ae35fe05fd7b2ce1
3e1f370ff6bfffd0e13a365d18f9b8f9194d75955168b4318435eed9366c6bde1cc6fe99b5fabfbf47d05b99fd63ead757ead5f52cbc5cc1751e9b1d57ab4b6a
3b4fe8cdce737d4657b9ff00a47b5eb986d6f66e910e693657e07c76ab9451f68b6ac8a81dc06ad1c39a3f9c6ff25ecfdc4e9f2e2678c990981c235af4ae1908
1c3a70df67b7ebfd3eeeaf8aff00b55b451f6dbe87e19aafaddbc54cb5b5b2bb723ecb5645d91f6b7d8df45fb19fa2fe7162da71319dd47eae9c3ea2cccea755
22cb6c15dd759656fb72acccb3f4c29751eef4ff004567a7e8d5eb5b7fa8ae758b7a357f56feae7ed9a2ebf18d6c23ecef0c7348aaaddbdae1fa5aecf6fb5b65
167fc2abdd67d0eb2fb714df4d0deaf84c1d1f3a486dbb2e19791897efd8fa1efb7d0fd0ff00e7cbbf5759f091022083c1676da3ed4bd32febf0f0714a2d8900
4923e6d3ebc71d5add343fa65987d1ebe9f9859f67c97d2e9c72726dbdad664dccb0647d9f6e2d2cfd1e35375f6ffa554b0e96e08ce7606365bb3ba5e23e8b6f
70a1c6bb9c0bacc87e28cb7d75575e2b3ec95fa1eaff003b7fabea5ffa254db4757e87f5773ba6f5361a327d7a727a553b9aeb596d45d6e566d3e9b9ceae8663
d5b7d7fe6f7ff33fe195afac6deb3659d3198786ec5ea3d7c559396eac398e7e4d50dae91fe82aa7f479d6d7fe9aef5aefe66b4e00f1558225fa57e99f0feb25
2fee70cf22dbd3622ba7ec6e655b7d589859dd631331b99d22ab2acac8a998e6b9bda6ac665acaf25be97d9adba87d7edf7ffa1afd4fd1e1749eb028ccc63d42
dbb2317128bb15b4b36b8b2bbab7d6fae9f55f4b1ccf5af77e91eedfb28a68fe696af5ac1ea7461bb028c6b19d2fa5fe9f373ee0eace666bcb6b7e4566e617e5
7e99fb30dbfdbf57f9a5cc1ab65847c47e2a7e5b147242449dcf0fa7f404b5ff0003e75b9264103fe97f557daddbb6496c6dddeddc04ecf536eff4f7edfd2fa7
eb7fc1faa9296c81af0e1a7c8a4aff00b67b9f9785838c76ebc4ff00ffd1e26a01dbaa76ad702083dd5ac5e9e6ba9eec77105e46849691ee1eab5b606bdcd73e
bf67a9b3fe1156a7696970e4687c9745898ed756246e311b47881aff005968ca313117daadaf2998cb4f0676e3dbd7b029c3774fa1b8bd336b690dcbb18e0086
d43739d8d67a9ed6b37fb546fc775edc5c5c8c7a31f0fa735f5d1895975a09b0b7d57645990d66f77b3f36bff845d7741e9df65e9cf6398d2eb6ddce913b839a
3637fcdf6b5cb1baf751e9fd09a6f7d6dcbc8738d34d72582c2d1fa7bacb7dce66263fb3e87e9aef52bff8659b88618ce5513218e52e0f558fdde267c92cb211
0080660716945c2b7a6e25155871a9aeb0e077b350d769f45eff0073fd2fde4177d5dc16d96b03ea758ce9d6754737d26c436aa336bc6fd0e5beda7d46e45953
fd6aebb3f45ebfa56d5908785f582aceb7ecbd428aa96e44318fa7736bf74fe8edaee2ff00a7f4596d6ed9fe918b571ee2cbf17d6cfb6b6e37d99b918959becb
6cdf90d67536b4d567da29a1bd2e9a3d2f4d96e2e461555d15feb757e8ec6498e106000e87d315908cc1319924ee3d45c7c0e9b464750e8f8759147ed9a05ee7
b58f2da8b6cbe8aa6bfb4b5991b6ec5ddbedf4b67a888fe96ccda323328ca0fbb11f607526a00db4e3b2ab72b32bbe9c9bb1ad751664d5eb329b5feb62febb8d
65dfcd2d339175341d99c5d7d7630e25d65f91f649195956e4fa590e736b765b3a7df89e9fe7b29b32fecffe5540ea3774c7d5915b2cc9af3b1db79c375f65fb
ed6daf7605789915d8f6fd9fa963e15185ff0086fa6fead9957f8451c673ba1a591b0ff9cbc81b9e9e2e23ab69bdb44e8d07f11292009f50eba93f4a7fefc92b
bc52f0dd8f87c7f97ef3ffd2e4aaa1f55adaac1ea35e46c7891a13ceefdf67e76e5d5f43c56df9b452fafd60f702e6030753fbdbab735fb7f75cb0e977b449e4
000f8feeadce8d905b955438d2d260d9b8b5db636ba2c01de9eefdff00cc57f293c06bb352ee42fbbdfe2bf172f11cfc4040a5cea4ef1b1ed7d4763db74fd1fa
3b979bff008c6a074ec9e97f6b6b2f21f664920087b5afafd6c6f77fc1fbbe82d3a7eb35391f5f323a57a0e382ecb355f59702c36d2d732cca768dfd17a94d76
3f19dea33d96e45972e77ebc75cabac752ad98ae6e4e3d2768bb69682490eb69dee02d77e919fcf7b2bff47ea2cd8895ea2bf6c5bc786c106ffee5bdf5b31f1d
f8d6e4dd96ec9c735d6ec7b36b2b6865b7d4719d57a6df73eac3dfb363bf9b67bd131aebadc6aecb218f7365ed07dbb81daedb05df4b6ef42fab5d299f5a6ab3
a765d4ea5b894d58ce7177d115b9d6d6ea67defb3637d2fa1fe13f49fcdaabd232acc4ccc8e87d5a0df8961aa9b3898fa4cb3f39ef7fd363ff009cfd27a7fb89
98226a503fa249fdd155fa34bf9823d321ae83c4bd6f4da7d4654f74bc07b5e58664869f76d77eeffe94febae7feb474efb3dcfc9bdc47af36ed6905c4bc9b1e
c66ef6b1bf98baee879987d3e9656f77ab7e4388ae8acb5cf96b7d4f4456d739cec87ff52bfd1fe9b23d3ad607d747e2318326fc5c7bbabdb516db5877a8da9c
d1b9de8323fc1eefd2dbff009ed2e5a72c72f4932e29189035dfb2dcd013a321c351b076b786df8dea7f30fdbddbbc7fe476a4852ddff447f5758f87ef24b628
fef1fddfd16b5787e2ff00ffd3e6fa6526c6ded7cb5d5babd8649fdf79039ddba3e83169e1dccf5431c636b9a44fd189fa33f241351a3d50221ce6c1f938edec
abfaa5b92d6b67dbee78e0ea3d9a7f595f84b8a225776d49c4f111b3ce5f97934753cbb2e3190eb6d1739e37125ee7b321af07e9ee6bdcac62e754d0fac82ea5
9b4d65e0b491b767b98d2edb53dbeffa5fa35d1e37a1919954e3d17646558dadd75d5576380ac7b63d7db5b5df42b73ffe296175fea23a975975cc106aaaaa5a
591f4ab6fbb633fd1fd2d95aa53023231b076dbb1d9b98e522224c686a3ea1ef3fc5a67625d7e77a7bd8e6575faa1fc024bff3a766c7b58b0ffc63e4e063fd64
6e5e03a6cb3d2b729e01dadbeb2e635cddfec7fab4d55faacfe6f7d2a97d47cca7a6f527e4def6b28b06d8735f04b0eefd135bf9feff00e6dd526ff181d468ea
df58b24e1d8dbaba7199ef668ddd59f56cf4f77eeb2c7ff6d47127dc2075d57486967e88fead75faf0335fd5322d2cb76595ed125f739e5b7bf22eff0044c6ec
affe3bf9afe63f44ac753f5f330edea0f0e6873c0a697000d549dc322fb353fa6b5db2867f84a7e87d3f5172b878ce3915d96ba2bdcd2e264c9fa5e9ff005974
39769762d8d6d877b9d5336498f49bfa47ff005b7bbde9e318e233bad906468469cc98bb8e44ee83131e0923ed716ee330d1a1f986f824a7f77f3be9f32de03d
9fffd4abd629aa8e8f76407c3dcc6b5ad81ab9ce14b1dff5af537acfc1660b31b1efa5adbefdcd0daeb25cdb2baaa65b7beef53dcdbad732f7fa7fcb563a8679
b3eaf653d9ed340616ee04b9ae0fadcc7d6e69ddb9aefe6dff0099fe1150c6a1ef6679cb0ea5ac3535efb61ce6edfd65c7f4676b7d463fddb7fc1a58cc646812
2fd275eb24ca328c493468f179c4353ace73717eb0b7eceededa1ac2ddb206eb436dbb566ed8ef4edf4dfed7ff00349755c37753c6bfa962e4fda998701d4b9a
2bb854ef73bd40cdcedd4bbe9efdff00d759ec38d77547673da1b84cbd9bead777a6f73b6edad9b5cedb5b37aea7eaa16539598e65535ddbe9b2a901c5b5dbec
ded632cdcef4def6d9ed4725c314b87d5c3567bf07f29a6152c91bd2fa7f7de3f11c0b99ba978a5c4992e711ab7d396ffe495ac1e9cdea9d77ecd8cd75343f71
b74822b6fd2747f2d58cdc2e9589937637e85be9b9e4b1c6c0f0c27f44df52d1b1ef755fe85761d1730e636bcc7d96e55fee6d4e863582b2daebdfefa29b76ec
c5637f4cff0067a5ff005c50e5c8618f8c751e9ff0be5d19a100642275ad65a76ff05e6feb03abc4a5edc425b7d39cec7a71dbb486329aabb2ebac67f38fb332
dbf67ee7a78efad5afae15746c6cc391d26c696e763eef75adb5b5d640f4450d6fd0b3d10f6b3d57becdeb3fa9749bb23a875bea2c01aec473337d36493b325d
ebb25cef77b31ddeadaa8fec3b1afc5a18d77da33b0d995555a7b8b9ee2dadbff586b1e940c7863ead40a3fe2f16a83c6647b59a1fe17fdf3b6ec9c7ff009aec
ea7b19eafa66bf4cb1bb777a868f5051f47e97e9bf7125569a5c3ea65cdb584139645208f76df531daedbff5d16376a4a2d76e2ff2f5bf4df8593e9fe4bf1eef
ffd5e768cea736aa71439a6cf56b7df5ba035d555bae737dbfbaeaeb6a8fd64bacc9bdf65549651e9b45ee130f3b8bff0049edfd1fa4ddbeaae6e9b857617ecd
c5ae90d74c1d7f380ffa95b585f58b271dcd358dd6b86c20922b83fbff009bb3f794622612e38004ebe93e9f99b1c4271e191af1ddc713ea57541237ee25a44b
8fe76dff0035755f56ba8e35fd6732ec70f632fb1d6b380436c63ebf4ecdbbb6bbd4d9f9ea787774bafd7397e8e5bf2dc1d94eb5ad0ddcdfa0cc6f4c35f8f5b3
f33d177fa346b73711dd5b0ce2d14d0cc465beb1a9ac637659b3657fa26fe95edd8efa6864cfc51963e090b8cfd5fa3f27f8df32238089467c43431d3afcc8fa
de05393935e4069dfad56c770cefff00496bf4eb0d5433ece3d30df6b9ba683f776ff2566e56562b6df75cf0e710400d69903bbfdedda953d431eba4836b849d
ded682000774fd2dcaa4a1396380d4d6cda060252f1ddb0339d81d4fa9dbd5f1c3b03adb1953efa9dbc56dad8fc60fbd9b5b6b7732edfedffc110fd67d95e13a
da1a73ba6620c49b21f8d9548db5d56626757eda6e6b6add5bac67d3fd1daaa64751c2b1d6d2321c196309aedd921ae77d2acb77ff0037bd66e0751c7c16bb16
cc8b58cdceb0d8da039bb9d1fa3d9ea58efa0cdecb3f97e9ff00c229638a463a8a22b4d7e5e1e1ff00a3f33148c232b06f7fb5b1bba4fdbb6368c8077ee7f4f3
dddf4b46eef47f9cdafdfbbfe152544f5669ea83a802fdad6fa64ec6fab1b4d3eafa53e97a9eedfb12537b67bcbe5adceffcbfc35bc63b0ddfffd9003842494d
0406000000000007fffe000100010100ffe20c584943435f50524f46494c4500010100000c484c696e6f021000006d6e74725247422058595a2007ce00020009
000600310000616373704d5346540000000049454320735247420000000000000000000000000000f6d6000100000000d32d4850202000000000000000000000
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001163707274000001500000003364657363000001840000006c7774
7074000001f000000014626b707400000204000000147258595a00000218000000146758595a0000022c000000146258595a0000024000000014646d6e640000
025400000070646d6464000002c400000088767565640000034c0000008676696577000003d4000000246c756d69000003f8000000146d6561730000040c0000
002474656368000004300000000c725452430000043c0000080c675452430000043c0000080c625452430000043c0000080c7465787400000000436f70797269
676874202863292031393938204865776c6574742d5061636b61726420436f6d70616e790000646573630000000000000012735247422049454336313936362d
322e31000000000000000000000012735247422049454336313936362d322e310000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
00000000000000000000000000000000000058595a20000000000000f35100010000000116cc58595a200000000000000000000000000000000058595a200000
000000006fa2000038f50000039058595a2000000000000062990000b785000018da58595a2000000000000024a000000f840000b6cf64657363000000000000
001649454320687474703a2f2f7777772e6965632e636800000000000000000000001649454320687474703a2f2f7777772e6965632e63680000000000000000
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000064657363000000000000002e4945432036313936362d322e3120
44656661756c742052474220636f6c6f7572207370616365202d207352474200000000000000000000002e4945432036313936362d322e312044656661756c74
2052474220636f6c6f7572207370616365202d20735247420000000000000000000000000000000000000000000064657363000000000000002c526566657265
6e63652056696577696e6720436f6e646974696f6e20696e2049454336313936362d322e3100000000000000000000002c5265666572656e6365205669657769
6e6720436f6e646974696f6e20696e2049454336313936362d322e31000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000076696577000000000013
a4fe00145f2e0010cf140003edcc0004130b00035c9e0000000158595a2000000000004c09560050000000571fe76d6561730000000000000001000000000000
000000000000000000000000028f0000000273696720000000004352542063757276000000000000040000000005000a000f00140019001e00230028002d0032
0037003b00400045004a004f00540059005e00630068006d00720077007c00810086008b00900095009a009f00a400a900ae00b200b700bc00c100c600cb00d0
00d500db00e000e500eb00f000f600fb01010107010d01130119011f0125012b01320138013e0145014c0152015901600167016e0175017c0183018b0192019a
01a101a901b101b901c101c901d101d901e101e901f201fa0203020c0214021d0226022f02380241024b0254025d02670271027a0284028e029802a202ac02b6
02c102cb02d502e002eb02f50300030b03160321032d03380343034f035a03660372037e038a039603a203ae03ba03c703d303e003ec03f9040604130420042d
043b0448045504630471047e048c049a04a804b604c404d304e104f004fe050d051c052b053a05490558056705770586059605a605b505c505d505e505f60606
06160627063706480659066a067b068c069d06af06c006d106e306f507070719072b073d074f076107740786079907ac07bf07d207e507f8080b081f08320846
085a086e0882089608aa08be08d208e708fb09100925093a094f09640979098f09a409ba09cf09e509fb0a110a270a3d0a540a6a0a810a980aae0ac50adc0af3
0b0b0b220b390b510b690b800b980bb00bc80be10bf90c120c2a0c430c5c0c750c8e0ca70cc00cd90cf30d0d0d260d400d5a0d740d8e0da90dc30dde0df80e13
0e2e0e490e640e7f0e9b0eb60ed20eee0f090f250f410f5e0f7a0f960fb30fcf0fec1009102610431061107e109b10b910d710f511131131114f116d118c11aa
11c911e81207122612451264128412a312c312e31303132313431363138313a413c513e5140614271449146a148b14ad14ce14f01512153415561578159b15bd
15e0160316261649166c168f16b216d616fa171d17411765178917ae17d217f7181b18401865188a18af18d518fa19201945196b199119b719dd1a041a2a1a51
1a771a9e1ac51aec1b141b3b1b631b8a1bb21bda1c021c2a1c521c7b1ca31ccc1cf51d1e1d471d701d991dc31dec1e161e401e6a1e941ebe1ee91f131f3e1f69
1f941fbf1fea20152041206c209820c420f0211c2148217521a121ce21fb22272255228222af22dd230a23382366239423c223f0241f244d247c24ab24da2509
25382568259725c725f726272657268726b726e827182749277a27ab27dc280d283f287128a228d429062938296b299d29d02a022a352a682a9b2acf2b022b36
2b692b9d2bd12c052c392c6e2ca22cd72d0c2d412d762dab2de12e162e4c2e822eb72eee2f242f5a2f912fc72ffe3035306c30a430db3112314a318231ba31f2
322a3263329b32d4330d3346337f33b833f1342b3465349e34d83513354d358735c235fd3637367236ae36e937243760379c37d738143850388c38c839053942
397f39bc39f93a363a743ab23aef3b2d3b6b3baa3be83c273c653ca43ce33d223d613da13de03e203e603ea03ee03f213f613fa23fe24023406440a640e74129
416a41ac41ee4230427242b542f7433a437d43c044034447448a44ce45124555459a45de4622466746ab46f04735477b47c04805484b489148d7491d496349a9
49f04a374a7d4ac44b0c4b534b9a4be24c2a4c724cba4d024d4a4d934ddc4e254e6e4eb74f004f494f934fdd5027507150bb51065150519b51e65231527c52c7
5313535f53aa53f65442548f54db5528557555c2560f565c56a956f75744579257e0582f587d58cb591a596959b85a075a565aa65af55b455b955be55c355c86
5cd65d275d785dc95e1a5e6c5ebd5f0f5f615fb36005605760aa60fc614f61a261f56249629c62f06343639763eb6440649464e9653d659265e7663d669266e8
673d679367e9683f689668ec6943699a69f16a486a9f6af76b4f6ba76bff6c576caf6d086d606db96e126e6b6ec46f1e6f786fd1702b708670e0713a719571f0
724b72a67301735d73b87414747074cc7528758575e1763e769b76f8775677b37811786e78cc792a798979e77a467aa57b047b637bc27c217c817ce17d417da1
7e017e627ec27f237f847fe5804780a8810a816b81cd8230829282f4835783ba841d848084e3854785ab860e867286d7873b879f8804886988ce8933899989fe
8a648aca8b308b968bfc8c638cca8d318d988dff8e668ece8f368f9e9006906e90d6913f91a89211927a92e3934d93b69420948a94f4955f95c99634969f970a
977597e0984c98b89924999099fc9a689ad59b429baf9c1c9c899cf79d649dd29e409eae9f1d9f8b9ffaa069a0d8a147a1b6a226a296a306a376a3e6a456a4c7
a538a5a9a61aa68ba6fda76ea7e0a852a8c4a937a9a9aa1caa8fab02ab75abe9ac5cacd0ad44adb8ae2daea1af16af8bb000b075b0eab160b1d6b24bb2c2b338
b3aeb425b49cb513b58ab601b679b6f0b768b7e0b859b8d1b94ab9c2ba3bbab5bb2ebba7bc21bc9bbd15bd8fbe0abe84beffbf7abff5c070c0ecc167c1e3c25f
c2dbc358c3d4c451c4cec54bc5c8c646c6c3c741c7bfc83dc8bcc93ac9b9ca38cab7cb36cbb6cc35ccb5cd35cdb5ce36ceb6cf37cfb8d039d0bad13cd1bed23f
d2c1d344d3c6d449d4cbd54ed5d1d655d6d8d75cd7e0d864d8e8d96cd9f1da76dafbdb80dc05dc8add10dd96de1cdea2df29dfafe036e0bde144e1cce253e2db
e363e3ebe473e4fce584e60de696e71fe7a9e832e8bce946e9d0ea5beae5eb70ebfbec86ed11ed9cee28eeb4ef40efccf058f0e5f172f1fff28cf319f3a7f434
f4c2f550f5def66df6fbf78af819f8a8f938f9c7fa57fae7fb77fc07fc98fd29fdbafe4bfedcff6dffffffee000e41646f626500648000000001ffdb00840014
11111a121a291818293327202733271c1c1c1c2722171717171722110c0c0c0c0c0c110c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c01
151a1a211d2122181822140e0e0e14140e0e0e0e14110c0c0c0c0c11110c0c0c0c0c0c110c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c0c
ffc000110800f0009603012200021101031101ffdd0004000affc400a70000030003010100000000000000000000030405000206010701000301010100000000
00000000000000010203000405100002010302030307060a080603010000010203001104211231130541223251425262233343617282536314f092a27393a3b3
c3d3e3718191b2c2831506a1b1e2f32434c1f2a4d41100020202010302050206030000000000000111022112312232035142415262723392136182a2c2d24353
63b3ffda000c03010002110311003f00e6af6bd0dd88a211ad378b84d98ec885542edb961bdbbd54bd95564d552482c4f6d79735d3ff00a0b76cbfab14bc9d0a
5b5e364907e8daa1fb95f529a320824d7a8493c68f263b44c5482ac3c48de2fe6d0f1ca2b82faa8e23d2aa211a32526857355596123c0c6ddebdbc71befe47eb
797fa49284d1c42e0292dde2a2c7d7e5fee79b59f20421734fff00a7bdae1c1236e9f3eb0471976ee1da0adb46f77fc79f998dcafcf51396bbcd9595405da6cd
f9a92593f453f2ab0408c1919b682389fc8291fef2bd4c57650d71aeefc85fbc51ee806db39b9d7c7e672b9fcbfb5f7958a10700daeddb7e678f77b6fd4fe1ec
a8a0303163b3a732fa6b71afd97ffd11568cac8c54f6123f169d58d06ff10fabf1f8f6fef7dcfeb2bd30c2a0060dbb4bf8bc54e010bd7a1be5a69218368249f5
bc5f6ded63ff00f3d7bc9c7da4924117b78bed795e67e6799f9cad2613dd59b8d6f308c5b6793bc3d1a18a26370c6d595b01a5ab2a9003ffd0e6bce346809134
6eba1dea86de7509bca289036e788fda2556eba4d5e4ea3a823be3bac77dc469b7c550fa1c590931b8611d8efdde1ddfc4abb9d3b6342f2aea575d692c1eb51e
5108e3639e1e83579d576d1c2daa7438d91e75c88189651e356017d26ddf0ab9e6c3724908e05feadaabf5d8f2011286bc4a74dbf0dfed3f894fccd912e12986
e65654d478bed2a957ad6bf50ad4b6432f3c6bb8a3045eeee65f37f8542479643b90335afe04eef7fde53cd9593891f2b3816491582fa6b4cffb7f21a48da227
ba96d9f4aa8ecd55d80926e092d2cb0b5cdd09f4e3fc3eae3af572252bb2e0dc11b5577f73da7d57e7e4ac6eab90b33166dcb720c6deef6d3f3e38c768f3310e
d572aaebe8f328cb5c830c9ed912adf71b7f4a3777bbc8fd9d7a26605469dd2adeaf73dd55aeb92b844894d848583fcd5a849a9aa789bba905924106512003a8
eef9addee5fbbfda561cc909b8b1bdd7b7ce6e7f2ff5b557a33b223ee6f62ac123bfa74b757c7e54fcc1c24d7fcd8ff8b1d27ee376d18745122499aeaa156d61
e1b06fc3ecebd6cd27c83465f3bcff00fb94ff00449ca6f463ec9579baf99ad69d6f1249668e48f50f68d6de9d0dfab57fa8dae249248bf11ff1add40e37b8ae
b24631e3b10433a2905adf1116b93be9f29ef1fa74fe3f23b305aa92371c09acad4703595d5b123fffd1e5d1f88347c54f6d1a0d4f315fe6ad2638e95471335f
0d999155b75bc47d1a366dd610d54741d54138b201e4ff00157168accc02824f65aaff00faf4bc0c69f8d5effadb25d842a3ca437fd15cf456a28d762968b399
2d042d8fb66e252d27e2d4bcf629d393692348f5145719d9883448e36e2bbbbee9469619da21118a3641e66f6f37e8522c72e9f93b4679fd27392674b9912e33
0dec0f75fcfaafd061681a547d181504569f7a3d38ddb1820f4d7bdfaea5717ad2e3827977663b9df778aab64ed56aaba49a84e5b244bac8d6f48ffcebad913e
ef8291bf11cb5fa7bd2a5459f01733478c4bdef70772eefc4ad24eac65981c94255754857b9ed3eb25facad69b358fc7d6650a7ea29f5b2018afa6affdda8a43
a47ce55bc77d8afe93d539ba9a645b9b8ccd6e1bbffa50e4ead1cce8044ccb1f7b97e8c9f0ff0043428ed55ac7de35a1879ce3e1e3c78b396048121e5f8b7ffd
ca672c2750c3e645a91df4f4b747513a9648cf652b132c9e1b9f3fece9bc3ea4b811880c2fb878fe7d2bab8565f976df536ca5af601c761f74c89145b76c8853
38bd5463c0637ef489a43f69f55fa1a13f51c5685a0585807bb5bd7fada9c0ea81b8ff00d5fc3a7d769d97b8125de8c5a58a5490dd8b1ddfe62d411a003c9ddf
c53547a77504c3560e8e598dd996949dd64959a2428846edade9d35255edf2d8cd4a062b2b056575903fffd2e45746b56e86c48ad08b1d688c3ceaa231b48971
7ad524dc0ab0e22d458deebaff005d6347aef5a2d48260b5d0ddf7491b31655dbb777ad41ebb933432a88d8aaedf37d2a2f43f7b37f425379dd4e2c594452a6e
046ebe8dfabae17f91c2dfa4e8f6f3a9bf4c95f2b1819c5ef75d47bc4a91fe929f7c743ee907348f57ea2aec794b91117c6b310345f0f7bed7eaea5f4ac877c9
99323491adddf99f0a855b5bd9747fd6671d289a3ad64466d1d95078536f776d5889e1eb309b8db2af6f9c8dfc1a85d4b01b0e43a7b327b8dfbba67fdbe1bef0
5878429df55b25aef5eef9844dceacb1d2fa83e4ee86636952fa8f397eb3fcba99858b91066b0dd60bdf964f4e2fe754f394c32ccf19b12f71fdb57bafcad1c0
02e9bced6f9b4ad6b6d57fbffa0332a5ff00a859fad46f39761758efc91e9c9f5d2537d33272330b4f29db10d1107e1f0ab9bc2c46cc9444bc3ce3e8a55ceb19
6b8b10c3874d3bdeac7fcdad6aac52bddff9f8cc9bee6239d9432e72ebe040634f5bed2a7914c2ab2a21742aaddd46f4a86c3535d35492844ed3278bc2b6af05
6f6bd51214c1c09acac1c2b29ffc407fffd3e6f6861ad634442e9adabd02d465e15d709a26dc08c4db1ae381e354621b753c3b686600e6e3faeb79a36309502e
74b54e1d50653703fd108334c470eed25fee0ffd81f345398fd4d31976a63b0f2edf3ab26cf8f27de63337cb5c3d4afb6bd274e1d609bd11dd72942706beff00
9b54fadc5b648a68ced72766eaf20cf8f1f4871996f4273366ca24986d55f0474eab6b5f68d6a2caad61871d5260bb27877fac9e16a525c99f217971a08633e2
dbe26aa00585a86e9e4abaf0553923fbad93150412abf2f7a20e1eb7d65339dd40e64463309bf156dde16add63695d204b0321d819efb777c28fd950f22038e1
c978d9a33674567e678b93f121f69cba0fc74996faaa32bb8e0d3a6e5fdc5083133313de7fddd11b331f7999f189626e599b756672be0046728dcd1bd4216f77
f5ded22af191fee8332e9cb27605bb73399f55eea95f8e9333d56fbc2aef883ccacb5cd994adc4682cbe6f7da813c3b45c6a3cb47c389f3a37914a208b59398c
ddd5faef755bae3bc8e98e8f1b7341646576e5f73e17b9f6555aeb5aea2da5b926a8a2a0e3467c09e19db1df6875532aea764a88bcff00fc793975a8f086f28d
d54a34c5b01035b565780eb7aca3063fffd4e768a9c286a2f45aed5c1261a25d41a62b48755a655001ad288008abb8d8e56220f6daa5a4776b8e02ba13dd1ddf
2695cbe67d555f296a76b254d15f4ed14a852780e355e58f735f8003bc697b71b90a07899bbaa94d5be0475c88ba14e35ad0f2face3af72052f63de77eeabfe6
e810f518a76b30e59fe9dcad4eafea67461229163ca87790aa1f98cec76aaac75a753ffcae777e00819a78da368f9f37c28a1f65f9cf8d5b65131c6ce388145c
f4384f0e1622c7b9d55de49563769e57fb6cba5bf2353835ea702677dd912688048d62909953b8dfbda1f2d25e94b8cb247bf9a64daf2247ecfbfebfeae8d890
9519dce8915e35e62a6d491619195fdc7f0ea6e042b3e318c8505a6862e66d5de8937339bedbfcaa9942874b44c38f2a23244ccca889bdd3952c9b79b2c7ed5f
dac11f3797cdf774144b654534ad12960f1ec8593951f2e1e4c7cce5bf261fbc51b2258f1ba82e02428600c9132b22b49273367b7fbd7fec737dad1d31f0f024
9e19d15a2e6a42aec3da409911c937bff79ec7f9958c0b033a2c9c731e53013e3a48b0bb1f7b1bc7263fddb99f17fedd4777ee003c829ecee9c7022e5ba83697
d94bb7bd2c0f1bcbef3e254d6aa5162456603a565603595514ffd5e757729f928d424254906995556edb1aec5c12b0d43a014d0b5f5a5e21c2f4ec3186f10d29
5b810731b1eeb6e3e8fad5488d05bb2f5be3630856c0dc1b30b8a3b2035c7652e4e858504ec962a817e5b9ae77ace4b4718814db99de93f37f06ba0cb637dbd9
5cef5c507bb6b300adbbcedac28ae0df123e3e2cb9476c42f6edaddf0a68accc3fb2abf4ce68c42f028670db5ab7c9494bc67417b17d3c2df57537769fb752ea
a989e14bcf8cc6fad85be8537be7050308e4e57b992657e745f57ee24ffc8e5fdad4f8546364313e10c6263e86ef89556aaed29108866a8d90b34991b90bca36
cb194f612afda47be86711a740842c5183bd531c37bef85913cd91ed7f354714c44a40bf6792a56b3a8e948a06c87979ce9134c83ff61c3efeefd6e36ffbbcb9
14a66e3caa2485d83f31926777079bcddbf67ecfe37bbae862891d8f3385ae6a7e7c6647693b09fc9aad1ab3fa7527694890f933cd0c78d2905223b95be27d5f
2e947b13a538d113a01a509a103b40aea492c2273ea2d6aca2ec1e5aca308693ffd694f1ef171a30fcaad235248a2a1b8b514576100d18b0a7315431b5ec4d27
1f0a7a09796415e3f87e11c753bf065c94b225931648f5bc6c76fa3defc3da553a9d971bc98d7620c88798baf9e9f07f4553b1fa81c902342cbbbbb73e15ae26
dd5fcdb1d694a2fed422e2c45715d7c08b22ebae8b7aeba50b8e9b468bf955c7f569d257e601a7adfbbfadfddd3a9141f43cad92b41ada4d57e725589f7175dc
2ca2fadeb9cc001254941d412df4aac32f37215813b09d53cda87912dbf94b5382309966924be81cefff008fb2e655b560ca1870205459f125c1264537507631
aa58790931e528b116b7afbbde5742cac11b7391ab8f25398e08171d9c297e57929bc1525b68b83db52f22e03463622241651a5a8393122c776ec17ab014016a
999d00cc43caec3b189eeaf728a5af06eee4e572650c6c1bfb054f65f96adcf898f0a9372c471b1a90e05fba74aeaf1bad9609d934f20c2f1acaf7e4acab4214
ffd796b5befb69e5a503b28a69d4a301d95d641875d4d378ec01bdb5a514eda3036d4506a4013fdcd3018902270662dfa31fcca818f2c86daf03dd4f49d8d31d
6e72e628bb1149fa4ed4840fb086f945eb9b86742ca3b4ea9d5462d95977330b0d6b8d999e43bdcee3e53459a7e748d26e277779b751059d2e38db5a0b08615e
55d770ab1d183cf21e631b5bb29648fc9a83e4aabd2232b28b8034ed34b752864e1967a860acd8fb2de5fcaae163668a4dc788ee1fd9d7d37c435edae1fabf4e
fba649fab96ec87d7f8b17ef29a987811e791b83239c809d4decdf396ac42dca5dd705b86dae43172c4018b0b9b0b5bd2ad5a6770d2deceda31f9bf0a85eadf0
6ac2e4ec639db254e3c46edf125f172d7f89f675bba45869cb524db56bb77dda91e9792a98ca546d523bc3d7f77cea473f3365cb1b9a92f4f7147fc3b44334f3
492baaebafeee5a9e74d2989018ae0dc33fb4fa3f0680d723cb5d9e384b046dc9e06acad6b29a580ffd0e78ab2917ab0e01f16a3fbb49347aff4538c6cda71ae
9acfc48d81b1b1bff65191f70d78d2edadeb15f5db4c288757522553d8574a9ca74ae872a24ca8f67061aa1a562e8bbd7734807f5542c9cc95ad941339d65d80
0d78b79d5bc0e575f27f7aaf62f49c741bc9e65c716f0fe8eb9c1a121785e90a2638320a7797fac55be8f99cc9d6ca4d94f86b9cbdf51c69de8f298f246de241
14af809f45e60b5db4f9d5cc7fb932e3991234d4825bf26aec31f357bf6bfcb5cbf5d0b0c89b7d226f4a9b946839c590d8dfb68b8aa2670ae6c9e26fa14071b1
8a9ec35aee3540178f53054ece008b0f496b318b653f3241dd1de8d6a4630ded63c055859796971c4f6d2ebe819079ea4c85cf874514931d34e34de64db82a11
63e2fc6a581154ae39158004eb5946b0bfc9594c03ffd14a54edac7e3ad1994e87c942985892b54a5e3a5896ace50363a5063f196ecd6d431234ea580eedf6df
d66a3c68781ec154d9317568df75cdab59a4ef2022ea78afad459b1ca117d34dd53bef5794303ddd3e8edf8df87c3a9daf2a10f5ae6595269beecbb868769bed
5dbbfeabf6b15736b7bdeba1c854c9003b11b415dde6f7aa14b1889b6a9dc3886f0d4d2709dbb87c4b5532c1b8687d1a6b11177863c45245b7715bd1965ee15b
6b5863bac5912db035fd563de5ae63fdc5389270a0f01ad28259083600161baf48cc599aedc692aa0cccc81de07d20ad5a6c36a6486c86451ad85a9b18c911f6
86dbb441546d48a93680e2c623d4f134f0d48bf6527146a5ca03663e11e6d319919c70b71def97bb455e3067407964b4b7f9050a8854f28cada0b0db46c7c7de
379b104696a5da10520001b1aca7041a70aca5dd0fa33fffd224680aebe5a9fd53d946141f19b7d1aa3035c1a95d543078cb7845eede6f1adf032e41e22c8a8a
8a414de18fece9dcbd88c553523b6a583f770c03ab687c37a6cb9ddf78b5c16bfd1dbcaa6555c7699bf8f70cccfba0698dbbaa57bbe97baae6d4804eb6b76552
c99db92c805959f77f2ea4713ad2d6aea866e59721299310572038ecbfc3f87fe6c1f554193a79922debe25363fb5a5446d60541bff86abf4a9a4999a1934da2
f46ee2adfbaa0aacfd273fbca1b102bd12f6016a7fab6272250c3c2de4a440bf04fef52a72a50cd34e07a19542ddbc953e66ddc3cb4f61638c89044fdc078b1a
666e8bb0332b8210af6f8d3f955a5059bf49c5b2731bfaa998d527ced92ea91a99180f56a8e3c215140e16ae73272de1cc95d3b7745c3cdf7550a3daed8f7c56
10919c34fcd02c376f51e8aad7759af14b1991915ced051cfa2df12b82402cda765d7f1aa81eb3398160eed942a036f352aed110335df41c0129fcca6fa3baee
68c1b8b5ea634ad6201d1a99e96fb2703d205696eba58e9e51d0f2d6f7acad6efbad595c6749ffd31c7286e1c693eaf23f2d45fb84f7bf7759129521a87d55b7
08d7e526d524fa922ceb8912dc8174e2da30aa415a48634bdc2dedf47da50a5c1b471902c41f687d46fe0d15f2176071a68dddfd5fecead472f04aeb0299ec15
163275b5ea6a21b6eec1db5b4b2190ee3c4d18c9b21e55bc869ad962a5087b2c011c6c492c6dc4f9bfc3a630008b2375aeaca2a695b421fc8fff00c553c39398
124b5813cbfa542cb0fec327c7de37d42d24574077022da54771228efded7ed15767886ddb7febae6a469a16da589b1f3bbd5cde269a83a2d2b8198ae4fcbfd1
547131a092eed7b83a79b5103cd2300188274eef72aee3a15b0b9b016b934de4692f96c6aecde7b4a08c8a74275f2f86b93ce669a66907073ecfe65f955d5363
dd0aad813a16f57e2545ea51edcb8635e0396a3f1ea5e26930df8276463fdd64dada8fef6ea1886f03cb6e0c16ae75ec5ee8906841dad5e2e2dfa66e03560d21
fc6aaef354fddee123304330fb30c2b7c4eee4467d65ff009d3b810968fbebb96fa569188e0ca0482146a94ced33536bc32f151b80f96b293fbe216bdf41595c
9a5bd0bcaf53ffd49d8f217e268720dd9201170a054d1395a7f1f2d492d2788ff86a6eb1945939c156695394439b02a6b9f762e2dd9fe1aa6c79a845f46a19e9
ef20b2916ade375a2ea35d3b70483a9b9af1db713f2d312e3ba825948b1efe9e1a072cdaf57e782510512a3ee4d6238c67f0fd251700af2800750fbb6fa2adec
ea53277811c18535864a4966badd4e9e9d67c8ab83a57b0feca979f8e1ace29f6b94f96d4bb9de9b7c95e7d1bab3b1a94278b1853baaa47a0e37a4425b8d350f
68a6f239c9aaa10ca4ba794544ccc95972a37be8a5771f9ad5634a0cf147321dc01a5a595582ca46f30a67e3b2a10588dc9b7d5f6949f4b9924c4fbbbb004174
da7c5b5ea7273309af19ba9ecac658729b72fb397e4f0b55a311ecff009048cff687c791b013933ad97777251def156f910c7380ca6e3ca28baeddae77796a76
4c1c81be3b8068252e7b3c8370be83cfba77b8d652bf797f2eb5956864e51fffd5e46dad190aa905bfb2805483ad7bd958629a6406d05370e508871b5aa1a923
856dde63ad2baa63ab415b26793a85a35f029fc76aa30158a3109b328166f5aa4c790235014510650e36d6a56a38d5765474d72fb8af024100bc438fa5dedb48
75460d245213661b813ead0fef619771a5558ccfb9b80e15ab5b6db5bda6b44422d6e2ca18768a5f6b1d545ebc13102dd94bc99050d949d692b5723370831560
2cc289096e207c948f3cf6de8827205813f253ba01587813baf6d381a0bde36b3680d2cd94eb63726f429b2de4e37f2505e366760d941c00541a4b199925dc41
03fa3c3ba8e331ed66b902df934b4b2c86e371b1f10aaa50b511bcc94c3ca3cdecfc3e25072e46e51571627c3482664d18da0e9f2d0da691cee6249acaa093cdd59597acaa0a7fffd9}}{\nonshppict{\pict\picscalex75\picscaley75\piccropl0\piccropr0\piccropt0\piccropb0
\picw5292\pich8467\picwgoal3000\pichgoal4800\wmetafile8\bliptag-932921065\blipupi72{\*\blipuid c864c117f6d7520877b977228dfbbac5}
01000900000326d40000000002d4000000000400000003010800050000000b0200000000050000000c02f00096000500000007010400000002d40000430f2000
cc000000f000960000000000f0009600000000002800000096000000f00000000100180000000000c0a70100130b0000130b0000000000000000000026222d21
1d281a1621130f1a0e0a150c08130c08130c08130905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f0b160b0712070510060815050916070c170a0f1a0f121c11141e1516
201617211f1e261d1c241c19201b181f1c1a1e201e222522262a222e25142b2f1b3934274132294228243b2521382e263d372b4338243c3a243c3a243c35253c
2f273e282a40212e42272d46210c313216403e285144365e41385e3330522820432115372817382e193b3a2141422e4d4b3b584a435e43435b393f5e3d48763b
497f404d853f50873f4f89394c8534477e33457a3342743946723b426731355326263e29243739313e473f4c453d50443c52403a513e384f3a364e36344c3431
4d31314d323150363856393c5d363b5c3034582e3457363b604142682b264d433a61554a704e43693b2e522e224438284b4536574635543c2c493d294745324d
44304939253e39233b402c45422b4d321e41312243382d4d35324e3637512b314a151e33313c50222d40171f30171e2d22253529283623202e1916241c1a2c19
192b171729141426151023120d20120b1e110a1d1d12261e132723142824152927162b28172c2c192e2b1a2f2012241e12241e12241e12241e12241e12240000
1e1a251b172215111c0f0b160b07120a06110b07120d09140905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f0b160b0712070510090816070916090b170a0c180c0e1a10
111b11121c14121d18162116151d16131b15121917141b1c1a1e221e25271f2b27162d311e3935284232294225233b201e362521392e253e30213b33223c3623
3e3427412e2a42252b421d2c4121284322133a341d493e2e59433b65423e6737365c2c294e262043281b3d2a193a2e193b3825444336524a435e46465e3e4463
3f4b793a4a803b4c833a4d84384d86364b8434498235497e3143743645713440642c325122243b2220322f28373a3342352e41332e43322c432f2b422e2a422c
29442928442827463032503134543336573034582d33562a31562f345933375c2d2a504039604b446b443b612d244a201639261a3c3225463225462b1d3b2b1b
3834233d31203a28162f27152e2e1b36352143281639211436241b3b23203c22233d181e37081126242f431e283b192132191f301c1f2f1c1e2b1a1725141021
1111231010220f0f210e0e20110f21140f221611241a1326120a1d150a1e180b1f1b0c201b0c201a091e18071c16051a2113251f13251f13251f13251f13251f
1325000014101b110d180c081308040f07030e0905100b07120d09140905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f0b160b07120905100b08160a09170a09170a0a16
0b0b170d0b170e0c18100c17110d180f0b160f0a150f0a13120d1617131a1e1720241a26301c343825403d304a3730492827431d203b201f3e2522432922432e
2446362b4b3730503133512a324f1d2f481e2a4827214c3329593c386742457041497339446c333a612e325726224722183b1e1132281a38382e4a46415c4a4a
62434b6841507c3a4e83364c82334b81324c84324d85334e86354f853b52843e517e3b4a70333c5c292f4827293d2f2d3e373344312c412f2b42302c442f2d45
302d482e2e482e2e4a2c2e4c3c3f5f383d5e363a5e363b60373e63343d64333a612f365d35365e43416a494770403d632a274d1d193e201a3d2b24452a234326
1e3b261c382b213a291f3823172f21152d2619332f2041271a3c1f13351c15351e1d391d203a171d36111a2f20293e222c3f242c3d2026371a1d2d1617271715
261816270c0e200a0c1e06081a0606180707190c0a1c120d201710230e061912071b150a1e190c20190a1e15061a1001150d00121f13251f13251f13251f1325
1f13251f132500000a061108040f05010c03000a04000b07030e0b07120d09140905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f0b160b07120905100e08170d07160d07
160d07160d07160d08150d07160d08150d07140b05120a04110a04110d0813120d1819111d1f14223c293e45334c4a405945405b353755282e4f262c4f292e53
2e2f5733345c3a3b633e42673c4467334264283e5c24385b2e346337396e3b4678404f813f53823c517d364a7537456e292d551f1f43150f321b12322b254241
3d554b4c62474f6c425681375384345085304e832f4e8730518a34568d38588d48659648618f45587f3d4c6e39425c353c51383c4d3a3c4e3c3b513c3a523c3c
563e3e583f3f5b3f425d4143613d43624c5172454b6e40476c414a714750774550783c476f333e6639416a434972474d7641456d32365e292d522e3054373759
36375735345333324e34314c322d482d29412b273f2d26412f254733294c29214426214232304f3235502e344d353e53272e432a32452b31422226371418290f
11231717291f1f310d1122090d1e04071b0002140000140101130603180a05180d051b120a1d160d231c11251f11281d1024190b22170a1e2014262014262014
26201426201426201426000006020d04000b01000800000702000905010c0a06110d09140905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f0b160b071209051010071610
071611071911071910081a10091810081a110a191209181007160e05140d04130e041612081a160c1e1b0f214332474f3f56574e6753526e464b6c3844683442
6b3642703843743c4778414c7d4652804355803e547c365177314d7734487d364b8439538b395990385b8f36598c3655863853812a3c67222d55161a3e161535
21203c35334b47465c47506a405a8435598933578b32588c325991345b93365d953a60964063963d5e8b3a557c374e7038496539455b374154363e513f435a42
435d41445f434661434765434968454a6b434b6e454d703f496d3c476e3f4c7446537b44527b3a4871303e672c3c6531416a35456e35436b2f3d652f3d633642
663f496c41496c4248693f4564373e5b3337552f344f2b304b282a48242045363158312d52312e5044436244476241445e535a6f292e43252a3e1b2034111428
06091d05071b0c0e22131529050a1e060b1f060b20060b1f090b210b0d210c0d230e0d2207031a0b061b0f071e130a20160c241b10261d112920122922162a22
1628221628221628221628221628000008040f06020d03000a01000802000905010c0905100b07120905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f0b160b07120a0411
110515120616150619160a1c180c1e180d211a0f231b10241d12261a0f23160b1f11091c10071d11081e140b21180d233c2d414b3e5258516a595b794f597c44
547d4054834156883e548a3d558b3f558b3e578b3d598a3e5d8a3d5f893b5e8c3b5c95395d99365e9a335f9a305e992e5d952f5b90335a8c2d4b7a2b406b2230
561b21421b1e392828403d3c51424b653d5c83355f8e3864953c689b3c6a9f39699f39669d37659a2c5588284e7c2747702b476b344a68384b6435465b333f55
3b425d3c43603c42613c43623d43643c45653a44673945692f3d63303f6535436b3a4a733c4e793a4c773344712a3d6a263d69253e6a26406a29416b2a426a30
476d374d723e527746587b4a5a7c4454733745632d3b592b385424314d1d27451c20453d3e663a3b613a3a5e5152724a4d6840435d5c5e742f32462124381114
280b0e220c0e240c0e2407092000021901081d071025131c3121283d2c31462f344931334931324815142a130f260e081f0a041b0d051c110920190f271d142a
23172b23172923172923172923172923172900000d09140a061106020d03000a03000a05010c08040f0a06110905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f0b160b07
120a04110f031313041718071c1b0c2020112522142b25172e251a302b1f37251b331f152e180f28140a26130925140a26150c25241b31372f45484862515776
4c5a80455a86435c90425f973c5a953656932f508d2c4f872b518731578b36608f3964973f6da8396ba93266a62a64a126619e225e98235c95275b912c588932
558232496f223153161f391c1e343432443c445d3a5d833464923e70a04578aa467baf4076ab3a6ea534689e2b598e265283274e7a31547a4360814c65814b61
7946587144516d46506e454e6e424d6d414b6e3f4b6f3c4a703b49712f3f68374972435580485b88485c8b4359884056853d5684405f8c395c89355885365784
3a5984405f8844638a48658c59749a5e789c566e9042597a344b6c324866283e5c1d30512f3a6259618b585f8653587d696c8d56587642445b5d5e744d4f6339
3b4f282a3e2d2f453d3f56393c561f223d010720111b311d293f353f554a546a576076596278565c7353576e484a613c3c542b29411a183015112919122b211a
3329213823182c24182a24182a24182a24182a24182a0000110d180e0a1509051005010c04000b05010c07030e0905100905100b07120f0b16110d18110d180f
0b160b07120a041111031314041718071c1d0d2423132a2719312b1d352c1f393328442d233f241c391a1333140d2d100b2c0f0a2b100d290d0c22212238383d
5845507046577e425887415d9240619b3659972b5292214a871944811a477f2050862b5b903163994076b13972b1326dab2765a51e629f1a5e9b1a5c981f5c94
295f9335628f38597f263d5e13203a15172d2e2a3b374056385e823169944178a54a83b44d86b9447eb33872a83269a0376ba1346597386390466d955b7ca168
86a568819d6377945666855564865361855060834e5d834a5b814759824459813d527d49608c596f9e5f78a65b75a55770a25871a35875a66489b95983b2527c
ab4f78a55279a5547ba7567ca6587da57093b97697bc6b8bb05374974564853f5e7f3654732842664b5d887a89b67884ae7079a08288a96569874b4b6366657b
7473885d5c714f4e635d5e747376906c718c414563121a3727354d36475c515f7768778c758199747e946a728b616a807e819b6c708751526c37374f2a274229
273f312e493c364d23182c24182a24182a24182a24182a24182a000014101b120e190e0a150c08130c08130e0a15120e1914101b1915201d19241c1823130f1a
06020d02000908040f110b1814081a16071b18081f1c0e2525172f2e213b372c483d32503e3555332c4c2924452a27492e2b502a294f1b1a400b0e2f131b3400
0a200c193536456743557e364c7b415d926283bc2e549027528f1f4e8d1e528d285c973266a032679e2a61981a528d1f5a972966a43072af3378b63078b42e73
b02c71aa407eb24178a55984ab4967861020390b10242721300d1429174062306c96518cb84987b73c79ac3b79ad3c79af3874aa1f568d295e923c699a4d76a2
5b80a86586a96d87a97188a96d81a4697da263769d5c6f965368904c628a475c88435a863c5583375181405c8d5471a25d79ad5776a95977ac5f82b64b76a93a
699b3968994978a95381af4b79a745729f48749f658fb8668eb65c83ab456a902b4f731a3e621d3f6225446b506b995e73a4687ca768769e5e66895256744e4e
66514d644843584e495e3431462b2b434649644346662e3455353e5e58678363768d64748d57677f58657f65738b66718b59657d6a718c737b947479945d607a
3737531a1b3514132f1d1931180f231b0f211b0f211b0f211b0f211b0f21000014101b110d180e0a150b07120b07120e0a15110d1814101b110d181915201f1b
261c1823130f1a0e0a15110d1818121f1c12241e11251d122821152d271d362f2541362e4b3a3353383556312e532d2c522f325a393b65393c672e335e1f2a51
223653001732000e2c182c4f32476f374b7a3a53854664995479b14672ad3467a12c639c326aa53974ad3671aa2b679d265d94376ea7447fb94381bd3678b52b
70ad2b73af337ab23a7fb23b78a4598ab0517593192d4413192a3933402f34481c4668306f974e8bb74585b43877a93575aa3574ac316ea6225b94295e953664
99406a99476d974d6e94506b91506a8e556c925369914f648f49618b435c883f58843a55833652822e4b7c2a497a315285416498496ba245689f4669a14b72aa
3d6da32e62982c6195366b9f3c6fa1396b9b3a6a9843719f507daa4f7da849739c366188254d751e476c264e73315880365586405d8e4a6391495b843e486c32
36542e2e48322d42150d23231b31140e250a0722181a38181d3e171e432c395b4456734e647c50637e43566f44557150627b52617d47546e4b5572535c76565d
7a4b526d373b5922274216183615152f1910251c10221c10221c10221c10221c10220000130f1a100c170d09140a06110a06110d0914100c17130f1a0a061116
121d221e2925212c211d281e1a25211d2827222f2921342920362921382c243b2e2740322c4934325136345635375b31355d32386138426c444d7a485381434e
7f374a773455780d314f001031001439182d552b3d682d3f6f263e6e6384b75982b54777ac336ba0306da33877af3677af326fa5396c9e5382b46396ca5f94cb
4883bc397ab33d82bb4a91c8377eb13778a35e93b95f87a5243a51161c2d473f4b51556627517035749c4c89b54080ae3372a43171a62f6ea62a66a0275f9a2b
5f99315e95345d9034598734537e334d77324a7236507a35517b36527d36527d34517f334f7f304d7e2e4d8023437820437725487f30558d375b95335a93355c
9536639b32669d285f96265b92275c93265a90255a8e3164964172a43b6a9b376795315e8b25537e1f4b76234f78345e87416a96274d81305387385586344974
2834581a213e1916311c142a070014160d2310081f02001a080929101639232e55445379152947203752203753142b46162a47233853253754192a462b39572e
3b57343e5c3e4663404665333a571c1f3f0c0c281912271e12241e12241e12241e12241e12240000120e190f0b160c08130905100905100c08130f0b16120e19
0b071216121d211d2825212c24202b27232e322e393c374436314434314635314834324a34344e36365234375832385b313a61303c663744703d4d7d44568749
5b8e475b903f5b8b39668d2151750a305400183d01143b0f1d4519254f1729523f58844d709d4c7ba7366e9d2665972c71a43980b44685b76d98c57ea2cc82a8
d677a3d46295c94f89bf4788c0468dc1377fb0387ca5639ec06994af243d510d1423403844555868345e7d3d79a24a88b23c7ba9306fa12f6fa42e6aa424609a
2a609b2c5e9a2e5b932e568c2f50832e4a7a2d46742a436f24416f2645722b4a772f4d7c30507f2f51812e4f822b4f8323467d21467e234a8228518a2c56912e
57942f5a97305e9a3268a32d65a0295f9a2158911d528922588d34689e487baf3364962c5e8e2353811c4b771c497626547f38648f43709d305c91355f953d5e
9137507c29385e1e24431d1b3321192f271a2e251a301810270c09251111332229503e4a74596a9122395a2e48642f4965243d59253e5a344b67374b682c3e5b
2738552432502a36543d49674f5977444e6c1f264500031e1b14292014262014262014262014262014260000110d180e0a150b071208040f08040f0b07120e0a
15110d18130f1a18141f1c18231c18231c182326222d3a36414745513d3d4f3c3e523d3e543d3f563a3f5a383f5c343c5f303c602f3d6532446f384c7b3c5385
3f588c3f598f415c943a6094326b9636729b37668e1c3d630010360000240a10331c24471020423d597d5984a9487fa630709b357caa4a95c765a3d393b4da96
aacd87a0c67e9dc8799ece6899cb518cbf3e7fb13e85b24287ae6aa6c66491ab162f43000511332a33464855436b894580a64b87b13b78a6306da13370a6316c
a6255f9c2b5e9c2d5c9b305a9532578f37558a3a53853d52833d53822543722848772d507e33558534578a34588c32568a2c548a284f8729528b2b55902b5693
2e5c983562a13966a53567a53c71af3771ae3169a6245c972056912c609a4074ab5183b937679c2d5e902251831c497a204d7b29568333608d39669731629a37
669e3d63973754822c3d63242b4a28243c2c23393e2f4325172e0e041d06001d0c0e32282e57404d79485a831c34562743602844611f3956203a572f47653248
66283c5a3a4e6c3445643747664c59795e69894e597920294900001b1d162b2216282216282216282216282216280000100c170d09140a061107030e07030e0a
06110d0914100c1717131e19152018141f14101b130f1a1f1b2635313c45434f3f41533e43583f455c3f47603f48623a46643443652f4066273c642f46723953
833e5a8e3e5b933c5d9642659d3f6ca33074a3458bb55e94be50729b1f2f5200001d02012020203c0008223c536f6b93b16599bb4f8eb64e95c255a3d367a4d0
5e7797636b885a6787687ca17d9bc686aedd76aada609ece4e94be5398bf6ca9c94d7d950017290000093229323f414e5177954c85ac4c85b03b75a4356fa43b
76af3a72ad2d65a22b5c9c2e5b9a3159963658923e5991465c924d5f924d62942e4b7c2d5181345888395e903a5e92365c922f578d29538a2b558e2f5b96315c
992d5b973261a03c6eac4573b44173b34077b63e77b6376ead29619e295e9c396da8497cb64f83ba3b6ba13060952654892450832955862f5c8a305d8b2c5b8d
255993295c96305a902d4d7c273a61242b4a2c2840352a40493a4e26162d0f021c0902220d0f332a325c44507e3f537e445e804f6d8a516f8c4864814a66835b
75925d75935369874f65834b5f7d4e5f7e5b6b8a6471914d5a7a1e294900001d1d182d24182a24182a24182a24182a24182a00000f0b160c081309051006020d
06020d0905100c08130f0b16130f1a17131e17131e130f1a0f0b1616121d28242f33333f3d41523b44593e485e414d65404d693b4b6a35476a2f446b1d376129
467439588941649844679f496da75379b55386c03e89bb4897c46ea9d57ba2ca53638615173506001819132a03081d3c4f646a8ea76ea0be65a3c75ba4cc3f8d
bd306e9814274228273d31344f495474697ea57ea0ca80aedc77b2de64a7d268abd06ca8c731617900001100020d4a3f4752515f5b7f9d5089b04d86af3e76a5
3b73a8447db6457ab8376bab2e5c9e305a9b3256973555923d5690475a934f5f95516398325184315688385d8f3a6094385e922f578d254f861e488127538e2e
5c982f5d992a59983061a14173b34b7bbd4879bb3d73b43d74b33569a9295e9c2f62a04074af487ab64477b136659d2d5d9328568b2c588b3661943a6697365f
912a588d1e548f2258932d598e2e4e7d2b3e652d34533a364e47395046354a29193021142e1d163614153b3139635361915368943854784464834666853e5c7b
425d7d546d8d556e8e4b6283566b8c576a8b5d6d8f6272945e6d8f4352741b284a0108251f1a2f261a2c261a2c261a2c261a2c261a2c00000e0a150c08130804
0f06020d07020b09040d0d08130f0a150f0916140f1c181221130f200b091b0b0a1f16152a1e2036363e5735435b3b48623e4d693e4e6d3a4d6e35496e2e466e
16325d244473395c8f456ba14974ab517eb65f90ca6a9fd65b9bca5b99c37dacd49fbae0828bab35324d0b02180f0418100c1d4246576b7d907995ac7fa3bf71
9fbd396a8e092d4b1316262b1f29362f3e454459545d776074926886aa6991b589b7da89b9d77ba7c02b4d5f00000b070b1262575b6b69756183a2568bb25086
b13f76a54076ab4b82bb4b7fbf3d71b22e5ea02e599c2e56962f529035518c3b548e45588f445d9131528533588a385c90385e923459912b4f891f4581153d7a
224c8c2a57962a59982356942a5f9d3b75b24680bd437dba366fae356ead2b65a2215b9828649e3a76b03c78b2316ca52460961f598e1e578a295f93366c9d3c
6fa1356797285b8f255b962b5f9a3660963a58873a4b724043635047605d4d6433223922112a281d39221f400e123a24336053689a5e76a6445b80526b8b526c
8e48628648638958739a58749e4e68924d658f546a925d70976072955868873f4b691e28450c1027221c2f271c2c291c2c271c2c291c2c271c2c000012101b13
0f1a110e16100b14100a1110070f10040e0d030f2519290f071a171029171332000022080c311e224b1018410f1d412336573d4f7246587b3f507635486f354a
7239507c395482395b8b4067994573a8497db34a84ba4a87bd5288b985a6cc54698a3340605158757c7994736b824032491505182513242b192a312231362736
3527372e2232261a2c231620130000412a2053413c382b29130b100e0b13171b281e26372c3747434e5e47515d1b202a000002251c1e5a4d4b524f5758739353
80ad5784b54979ae4478af4c80bb4379ba3267ab275ca02154981f4f912c56963b639f4668a23f619834578b3d62923c61913a5f91385a91355690335291304f
922d4e923a5fa32f589b245496255c9b2f6da7367cb33781b5377fb33478af3677b03478af3178af2f79af2b7aad2a7aad2a7bac1364951566951c6a9a2c76a6
367fad367aa9296b9a1d5a8d174e872856913a5e923e57853a456c3b38594437534d3b543a263f342441251e3e0f133801103c06225320437b3e5f925a6b9157
64864d5b83485b884a609549639d42609d3a5a973a5895516ca46880b06b7ea55765833943592229381c1c282018231f141e1b0d18150a14170914190e180000
130f1a120e19120d18130c15130a121308101206101105111d11210e051b191330201d4211133d181e4d262f63182557192e562b41663e537a475a8142547d3d
4f783e507b4055814c65934b69984c70a04c78a94c80b04b84b54989b8588ab43f4e70302d48221d38362f48463c54362b411b0c200d000e260e203015243b1c
2943222b47212b431d253e161d3812122809004b2f1c583f2f3a26191a0803170a08251b1f2e262b1c151e2721282b222a12080c0c020441343266575348454c
526c8e527cab5683b44b7bb04679b3497ebc3c74b52861a4255ca11f579a205495295a9a3964a13d67a0375e962f5589375c8c375d8b375a8d38588f37559236
52943350953250973b5da52f579d245398245d9c2c6fa8337db13182b33080b1347baf367ab1347baf317baf2c7caf287daf267eae257fae217ba9217aa8287c
ab3485b23e8bb83a85b12b72a02361912c5c923d6098446094405380363f662e2e50322949362b473529472a214118183a121b42182b582945793d60984f70a3
62759c6270945a6a9350659648619b415e9d3a589d3455992e4c8f405b9953699e54668f454f6d2d32461c1e2a18151d2118222116201f141e1d121c1d121c1f
141e0000140e1b140f1a130e19140d16160d16170b15160a1414091711091b0c061d1c1b372d2f532d335c373f6e3d487a2f3e702d436b344d7341567d485b82
495a8147557e46547d4554805365905065904965904466904068913c6b933d6d95486e920a1130160f282118312e243c271b3313051c130217261223200a1a27
0e1d311521381b233b1a2338151d340f17300e0d3617084e321f4f36262e1a0d13010015080622181c2a22270400060701080b020a0800021f15176053517b6c
684b4b514665864878a65284b4497eb2457cb5437dba346eae1c579a235c9f215a9d255b9c2e619f3967a23b669d335b912c5385305583335683335585365489
38548f37549335539635539a395ba32e569c245599245f9d2d70a9347eb23282b3317eb03a7eb33c7db53a7eb5377eb53380b33080b32e82b22c82b23084b330
83af3584b1408bb7468dba4285b032719f2a5e8e44679a4b6294445788334570212e56162044171d3e1a203f1e23441b21421f294d3441694e608b5e71a25b72
a4526c9c5772985a769a56759e516f9e45659c3c5c993958973b57993c5494475b964d5e914a547e393e5f2828401d182b1912211c13201e1522201724221926
2219262017240000160f1e16101d18101d19111d1b111d1c121e1c111f181120120b1e111026232241373d60485079515d8b4f5e9043578637517b3651783951
7940557c47587f48557d434e763e466f424b723d486f3543692a3e61233b5d1d3a5b1b3a5b253b590d0d2720142c31253d3c2e452b1b32150419200e213d293a
1b06141f0a15280f192d111c2f121a2d0f16280a112709084123164f3320442b1b220e0111000014070520161a231b200a030c110b12180f17140a0e281e2069
5c5a897a765b5c643e61814176a34d84b54881b4427db63e7cb82b69a91250921e5c9e255f9f2d64a3366aa53b6aa23763982c578a274f7e2a4e782d4f79314f
7e34508537518b3852923853973654993759a02d559b24559726619f2f72ab357fb33181b22f7cae3e7fb7427fb7407fb73c80b73981b53781b53383b43384b3
2f7eab2f7ca8347eaa4184af4888b34480aa346c972f5a87495d8c45507e2e3a6818264f091a4105193e0b2244132a4c152c4e263d5f45597e65769d7582ae6a
76a44d58862e416e32557b366186426c95476d9b42669a3f619844609b4b639f5b6da85b68a0545e8f484d7839395d2b2746221b361e162d140e211613231d17
2a1f1c2c211b2e1b182800001d13251d14231f1625201825221a27241c29231c2b231d2e221f3422233d262a48364063525f875c6e995668984e67953957822f
4f782e4872374d7547557d4952793c3f672f2f533735573532532e2d4c2427421c223b141d330f192f13182d231a3025142b2c1b323524392b192c1705161a06
172d17271904121c07121e0913220b15220c1322091120080e22080644281b4b2f1c392010180400110000170a081f15191c1419140d16251f2630272f1c1216
180e105043417b6c685c60673a64833c79a54886b64381b53d7eb6397bb72569a60c4f8e1b5c9b2764a2356fac3f73ad3d6da3335f92285281244b772949722d
49732e4b79314d7e354f8737508e36529434529733589e2a559a2556982964a23274b03680b6307fb22f7aac407fb7437eb8427fb7407fb73c80b53a81b53982
b43983b3367fad387daa3f7faa4a86b0548ab55082ac406e993c5b8639416b2f2e5a131843000c3400123807254a183c60224a6e3860844e72966684a96c83a9
5c68923e436e23224e06123c09335c0d466f275b853867933f699845689b4f6a9e5a6ea3606fa25962954b4f7e3c3b672f2b54231f441d1538171030110e2813
14291b18311d1e331f1c35191a2f000024192d251b2d271d2f2820322b23352d27382d283b2c293e3f3f57393e5927314f2b3a5c4d5e84586d95506793506c97
3a5d8a2c507a294772374f794d5b834d547b36365a20193a3a2f4d3d304a3e30473c2d413327372a1f2d2218241f12203c2a3b2a1529230e222e192d2f192a1f
09191600101a05131905101a06111b08111b08111b080f1b080f1a080d1e08084125184327142e15051501001100001d100e1f1519140c11120b14251f262f26
2e160c100a00023d302e695a564d51583f6d8b3c7fac4589b83c81b4367db4367cb7256da9105593175a992a6aa63e79b2477db23f70a2315e8c254e7a22476f
2a486d2f486e324a74324a7a344c82334d88324f8e304f9231569a2954972657992b66a43476b23680b62f7eb12d77ab407cb6457bb6417cb6407db53e7eb33c
7fb23c7fb13c80af4a8ab84a87b34d85b05688b25b87b05379a341638c3a50781f214b18143d040831000d350c254b23476b3662854172946697b96591b4597d
a13c557b1a2850060a3307032c00083204335e06436f205984366995446f9c4b6e9c516a98566794424d7b383f6c292c57201f4b1b1b4519174114123b0f0e34
1d1f3e1f223e21244023264223264221244000002a1f352c21352d253830293c322d4234314634334933354c5f647f4f59762734541b2e4f3c5277496288435e
854a69944168942f58852b4e7b415b855a6b925b60853936571a0e2c3a2841452e4250344554384450333b45292e371c1e2e12174a303c2f1626240b1b2f1626
321c2a240e1c1903111a06111b071218071018071016071016080e14080e14080e1c0b0a392012391d0a250c0015010014020024171520161a0d050a130c151b
151c211820160c102016185a4d4b766763454b524477973c87b3428cba3580b22f7bb1317eb82872ae165e9a165b982d6ea74581b74e83b74373a1305c87244b
7322436831496b35496c344970354a7632497b304a822e49872a4a8b30559927559725599a2c67a53577b33980b7307db02d75a93d78b24177b24177b23f78b1
3d79af3c7aae3c7bad3d7bab4f8ab64d83ae4b7ba34c749c476a9037547b20375d111f470c0e380b0b350b1239192a503450744e73935d88a76091ad5d8eaa45
708f1d426200153900002300002612123c1724502b5a86266391366d9a4978a35178a44e6e97455b833d4e751d2850161c450c123b0e133e191d4b2128552028
571c2650343c61343b5c32395a30375830375832395a00002d233b2e263d2f2940312d4434324a36364e363954343b56717b985c6a882437580e254731496b3f
597d3a557b44668f43709d32608e3157854967926678a1646b903e395a1c0d27321a304123345330395d373e5d3535522925411913320d0b422229270b171e02
0e270d192c131d1e071115000a18050e1c091219081116071014081013090e11090e120a0f1a0d0b311a0c341805200700150100180601291c1a20161a0a0207
1c151e171118180f171f1519453b3d887b799485814c535a477f9e3d8cb93d8ebd3080b12b7bb0307fb62a77b11a659f165b963170a84a84b95387b74775a034
5b83264a6e254263374b693b4b6a3a4a6d3749723549782f477d2b47822646852f55972654952559992d68a63678b43980b8327cb22d73aa3b75b23f74b23f75
b03d76af3d77ad3d78ab3d79a94179a8487ea944749c3d658d37587d2c456b14284d00052900001c000831030d3713214933476c5873937093af789fb973a0b7
345e7611395100092500001900001d06143c27315b2f426f5781b04e82b25485b15d86b25e80a94f6c93384d7427365c09173d040f36010c340c1a4321305d31
437334497a364878465379465072414a6c3c46683d4668404a6c00002521392a263e302d483a3a544346614d526d525978535f7d627291546788223758001537
132d4f365072415d8141648a2757853b6ea0527eaf4565943247723e476e3532530d0018250d2140202d4d272e4b1e1f50221d5f30275e2d23461b143512142f
11182f10192d10182a0f17260d15220c131d0a111d0a11180a1015091110050d0c030b0b050c100a111c1010180100573b28452c1c6e5a4d92807b7467650700
010c0409171019100a111d141c23191d574d4f786b695d4e4a656f75528cab4396c23f91c02d7db02678ad307fb62d7ab4236ba6296da43b79ad4e84b55180ac
446c94335479284566283e5c26334d2f3a543843633f4e744355804057893b568e3455922f57972e5c9d3165a5346fad3476b2347bb3337db3367cb31b569327
5f9c356da8417ab34882b84883b6457fae447ba80f416b001b42001c40000c2d000c2f05123400001e1820430007322c436f4961895670924e6885728ea5abc8
db7b9cab21404f000f2000051c0f2946243e602d456d4a618d6380ae6287b56b94c16c92be6c8bb64e6b92011a4000001c081c410213391c2f563f547c546c96
526f9d4767963b5e913d5b8a495a814a567a454e733e4a6e40496e434f7300002526402a2b4531344f39405d454c6b4d59775261835666885f719451688a1e35
57000d2f071f41264062355070375a8025588a376fa45381b64a6f9f40598556648a57557731243e2d15293e1f2a4922264b1f1e51211b5a281c5a27194e1f15
3512102e11142e11162c10152a1015271014240f13210f14200e131a0c1215091111060e0d040c0d070e100a11180e0e2912046d513e5d4434836f62aa989386
79771a10141f171c100912140e1539303852484c746a6c7669675b4c486c767c528ead4398c43f93c22e81b3297bb03382b9337eb6296ea73272a7447db05483
b4537ca847688e3650722b415f2c3b572c354b343a513c4461434d7045567d4359883e5a8f3759934069a63b6dab3c73b23d78b63a7cb8387db8357cb43479b2
2966a4316aa93873b03f7cb4427eb4437eb1417baa4379a42858800f375b123354001334000a2a0b122f0d0c2b3c45653958815d83af6f92b87a99ba748fa989
a0b49fb5c3617680122731000a18142b3f5b76907190b16588ae698fbb779cca7695c26480ab435d87334d77243c64000c320003291a3359324d73415e855170
9953759f476c9a38608f30598b3558864b5e844d597d485176414d71434c714652760000242b4628304d2f39573a45654552744e5e8053678c566c9159709551
688d1d3459000729001032182f502e466436577c285d913673ab5185bb4e79ac51709d7285ac7a7ea25a506c362135371b273e1a2048201f4d221b4b1d104e1f
0f51251832110c2b100e2b0f102a0f102910122811132713142514172614191d101415090f11070c10070f0f0910100912170a0d3720127559466950408a7669
b5a39e877a781e1418221a1f110a13181219514850857b7f93898b706361584945747e845490b0459ac64296c53184b62f7fb43a86bc3b82b93273ab407aaf4d
80b25883b056769f475e833647662d3a542e374d34364a393b4f3e415b434a69455379455a86415d913d60984a76b14678b6457cbb427fbd3e80bc3a7fba357c
b43479b23678b53978b63a7ab63b7cb53c7cb13e7bae417ca8457ba5437299355e803654730d213e0008250a0d271f1c376872906e94be79aad682add492b5d5
9ab6cda0b5c68c9aa53b464f0c1720000510364b5c97b3caa5c8e888b3da7eafdb81aedb526a92293a60000b32000e350d254d0e295022416a5577a15f83ad61
87b36086b4527ba83e6996315c892d5a88395c89485a7f4b5577454e703f496b40496b444e7000001d2c4822304e2939583245663c5073465c814c658b516991
4f6a914f688e233a6000092e000d2e192d4b394b684765892f679c3777b34e87c04e7eb3567aaa7d95bf858fb3625f7b3a2d41311b2936181f46242347231d3c
160a4017084d271930130a2a120b280f0b260f0b25100d2612122817162918192f1e21221519160a1012080d150a12150c14130a1314070a2d16086448355d44
34796558ab99947063610c020611090e201922150f16494048958b8f9c9294665957594a467680865591b1489ac94697c83585b83280b6408ac04286bd3a77ad
4b80b45682b35a7daa526b91405072333b582d304a302f443935463c38493c3d533e4560424f7144598145619242659c416ea63d71ac3d77b43e7bb93c7eba3a
7fba387db6357bb6397ebb397dba387cb9377cb53b7fb44182b44a87b3518ab15080a4537b9a516f8c192c4700082104041c241e35848da7719cc168a2cb72a3
c78bb3d1aac6dcaabcce717b871d242d171c260004103f516399b5cb91b9d774a5c970aad370a0c819305100022000001904183d314c7340628c5177a56f99c8
5e8bbc5d8cbd5986b74a77a5396491315884335985405f883d4b6f3f4667383f60333a5b333a5b383f6000001a2e4b1c334f22395a2a4264334c7239567d405c
8642618a44608a4f69932c456b00153a01143520314e4655715b779b3670a5387dba4a88c24a7eb4517aac7391bc7483a9494c6c3832492f2131331f26432a2c
41272333160d3315083f231630180e2a150c261009220e07230f0a24120d27161529181938272a28181d180a1014080e1a0e161b0f19150915110205250e0055
3926543b2b6c584ba79590605351070001070004312a330e080f2d242c877d819086885a4d4b5e4f4b757c83558eaf4899c84696c73885b83781b7448ac14786
be4077ae5280b5587dad57739d4a5b81393f602c2d472c263d31293c3a314039324138354a383b553c476742557c456191466a9e2d5a922b5f9a2e68a53471af
3779b5397eb93a7fba3a80bb307ab6307ab6327cb83881b94088bc498fc05697c2609bc15082a4618ca95f7e991f324b010a200000111b14278790a67ba9c767
a3c571a5c288b2cbadc9dfa1b3c64e5a68060e1a161b280008164c5e7199b5cb7aa4bd6397b4629ec04d7f9f071d350003190a1b374b64846b8eb45d89b44879
ab4177ac437ab1477db24878ae3e699c3156842b49742f476f394a702e37582d3251262b4a212645212645262b4a0000213b57223e5b2542632a486c2f4e7535
557e385a843b5d873a5984506c963951790d21460617361e2d4946516b5c76983a76ac3780be488ac6467fb84e7aad698ab75c719928315131314b342c3e3a2d
374332353f2c29331f182c170d2e1a0d3420132d1b102614091f0e051e0d041f1008241410271716402f302c1d201b0b1117090f1f101a20131d1608150f0001
2c12065438255940306e5a4db3a19c6255530b010510080d3029320701081d141c7b71758177794f4240665753737a815389ac4694c44491c43781b5377eb544
88bf4984bd4377ad4f7aad5575a44f648f3e4a6e2c2e4c251e372b1d34322434382b39332b382f2b3c2f3148343d5d3b4e7543608e466b9d2451892357922761
9e2d6caa3777b33b7db93c81bc3a82be2b77b42c7bb83482bd3d8bc24693c6519ac85b9ec964a2c65589ab6d98b565859e1f334a050e2300000e120c1d828c9f
9fcce584c2dc8cc0d990bad2a5c4d9889db1293749000515010b1e0311236b8094b1d0e582acc471a6bf68a3bf2a5c74000b1c00091933496081a2be8bb6db62
97c43c79ad2667a02e6eaa3570aa386ba5325a902441721b2f5a1d284f25294d2529462124401a1d391518341518341a1d39000030516d31526e32537435567b
375982395d873a608c3d608d345582536f9a435b8313274c021231111b38333b54475f813a76ac3681c1498dca4b86bf5381b6678cba516993122143272c4738
384a433e4943393e3e3232382c262b1d151c0e0335281a31221427180a1c0e03190b011b0c0420100c2212114635362f20231b0b1119090f24121d2516201808
150f00002a10044d311e5940306b574ab9a7a260535110060a160e1318111a060007292028877d817c7274483b396e5f5b747b824f85a8438fbf428cc0357db1
367ab14584bc4b82b94474aa4c72a64e6b99475780353b5e23203c1f132b29162b33202f35253230243028223325263c2a345237486e3f5c8a456a9c305d952e
629d316ba83473b13b7ab83d7fbc3d82bd3a82be2e7dba3084c03b8dc84596cd4c9bce509dca549ac45999bd689cbe7ba7c46787a01d32460c1629030414130d
1c858d9ea9d5e894cde29acde38cb7cc91b1c86883990d2037000d220000180a1e3588a1b7c3e3fa87b2c782b5cb70a8bf0e3d5000000900071038546680a7c1
74a8cb4c89b73a80b7367eba236aa82a68a82d5f9b274a821c2e61141c4619143b1e17382624411f203a18193313142e13142e181933000044607d4361804361
854362894263903f63934065973f66982e53854f72a044608b13284f000a2c030a2723233b3646654375a54082b75592c6588ebf5e8bb97193bd516a900e1e3d
2229444040524e4855483c4245353446342f3421181806003e2c2134241929180f1c0d051707021707061a0c0c1d0e1148383d2f21271a0c12180a1026161c29
191f1a0a100f00001d05003e2511513725644e3db7a2995a4a460d000313090e0700020d02064237359f928e8276704339346c64636e7e894681a63b8cbd3d8a
bd317baf3279ad4383b84981b64473a5496d9d4b6490414f772d31551b1834190c2624132a321d31331f302c1c2f251931211e3a272c4d34426a415a8844679b
436ea53d71ab3d77b43e7dbb3d81be3c81be3981bd3480bc3686c13b8ec74498ce4d9fd4509fd24e9aca4a92bc4a8cb476aed183b3d16389a1153144091c2b03
0d191015208695a390bfd37fbbd38dc3da7aa8bf789eb450718600182e051c30000418142a4192aec4bee1f779a3bb7fafc76fa3bc00253a000b17000f1a3955
686d94af4e80a82a66963576ae4388c32868a42c649f2e579024407418265613153f19123920163829274422233d1b1c361617311617311b1c36000036466843
53764c5e874c608f40598d36538c315591315b963e6aa5416ca34e73a338547e05143600001921172f2d2d475a7a995381a45f8bae628aae6183a6607d9e5165
83323f5b24283f3630416353606b54584e312e5a372f62392e3a13092709032b10112f161826111517040b1000091305121c101c3024304135413328301f1319
28191c2b1a1b21110d2211093b271a35200d4f331c947861937666442c241f0e111e10161f10131a0a05634d3cbca793a49684484339404a4f799fb34f9ac23c
96ca3c93c73c8cbf3984b6377aac3771a03d6c985478a23651781e2d531e244522203f1c14311f122c2b1a34372040351e40311e43291c4215103b0e12402635
67455f95385d9533649e316ba83072af3178b6317cbc2978b72171ac4f9dd34393c452a2d359a9da4e9bcd5ba7d762acda498fb96baad06fa8c95788a2032c40
001a26000d150011158babb6a7dffc6caed2609dbd7ab1cc709eb52e5667001d2c00121f0007153c5767b5d1e4a7c7e081a7c597c1e45582a903274b000e2619
22383c4e6b5e7ca16089b64979ae3f73aa497db3285487385e8c334f7a12244d00042c03072f1e1f4731305628294b2123421e203f2628473234533638570000
384265424e724c588249588a3f528b354f8a3052932e58983463a23869a14c77aa3f5e890f1e4001001c22112a2e253b4558715c7e975f809b5c7b96637f9c47
607c344561515a7420213731293b73616c7f636868443f764b426f3e3047180e290402290c0f30131a2910181a051310000e110313160a1a211827332b382d21
2b1e1218281a1a2718141c0b031d0b0039271a34200d4f341a96775c927360442920210e122113191605081e0900634931ac937796866e48483c42565d719eb7
56a6d142a1d44199cd3d90c23c88b83e81ae447ca74b7aa2486b912c466a162547151c3b1514330d08230f051e1c0c291b05291d072c210e351f1139110c350f
113c2833614358893b5c8f38629830649e2967a12b70ad347fbf3988c73888c35daadc54a1ce57a3d35eaada5aa5d75eaada67b1e166abd86daed671acce5488
a400283c001823000d14000f107ca3ad8bcaea60a6cf5f9fc376aecd6595ac264f5e001e2b001b2400010a314b57aac6d9a2c2db7c9ec187aed6426d9a001641
040e2c13183328365a465e88496a9d365e942e588e396295284b7829466d192d5200092d00001f080d322428513238613a416830395e2a33592e375c3942683e
476c0000343e613c486c44507a435181394a81304a842e518f2f5a9732629e39699f537cae4c6b941a294b03021e1d0c25261d3323334c536e885d77935b7591
5a738f1c304d0e1f3b69728c27283e352e3d87767f8d74767756518a635975483953271a2905002a0c0d2f12172a12181e0a15140411100212110515150c1b29
212d2b1f2924181e2d2121291a16180700160600362719331e0d4d32189172578a6b583e231a210e12281a2013020528140d63483290775b7c6e565050445367
6e6f9cb55facd84ca6da489dcf4393c4448bb94585b04e82ac5880a82c4d70172e4f0b183411173015132b100a21160b2125172e20102d2113312417381e1535
0d0a2b050829111b3f21345b3d59833a5f8d305c8f20558c205c963173b03e84c5438bc75ca5d757a1cf509aca57a1d15ea7d9529acb5399ca6fafdd74b0d979
afd25a88a500223700111d000c1300080a6e939d73b2d259a2ca66a4c876aac75a829a1c3c4d001725061d27000009243c489bb7ca9bbdd67398b87199c12b54
8100062f040e2b080b250f1c3e273d652e4d7e24487c21477b2c5183365882233e6403153800001c00032621264b4248714d578150608e425784384c7b364b78
3d5180455a870000303a5d3642663e49713948753143782c467e2f518b335d983968a03e6ca15881ae527198202d4d02021c1a0a21281d331b243d405570697e
997589a6485c79000924000d29636b84494b5f4b445394858e8e77797557518f6b5f7b5243633a2c310d0730100f3013162c1217220e151708121003110c010f
0f0714271f2b302730352b304135353326221c0d051a090036261b311f0d4b2f188a6a5181624f351d13210f142e222a26161b48342d73584280664c6c5d485a
5c5160757e6a97b156a0ca489dcf4a9acb4a94c44a8ab84881ac4a79a04e7498213c5c1225400c152e14162c1412240d0517140818201628160e241a142b1f19
301b172e0d0e24070b220d152e13223e475d7b4a688d4265922c588924588f326ca9407ebe4284c1478cbf4d94c2468cbd5197c85ea3d63e81b32b6a9c4986b4
70a6d07eaed25f8aa7001d33000c19000a1200020563838e66a6c45ca5cc6eaacc6e9ebc4767800d223500081606141f00000b192f3c8ba7b99abcd57398b862
8bb018416d000025000825000018000a2a1a2c552b47772d4e813154874063915c78a2374e730a1b3a000424111a3a40486b676e95727fab5b76a84a6ca13d5f
9536588d385a9042649900002f3a5a33406238436a34416d2c3e6f2c447a35558c3c639b4874a94572a35b83ac567499212f4d0100191909202d1f36242a412b
3b5475859e8e9db931405c00001507122c444a617072866a657294888e837271654c44816253866250724d3d4421193d1c173517162c1315250f151c0b141105
110b010d0e061229222b3c333b4e44485c505045383426181221130933251a311e0f492d1781634c7456452d140c221015372b3349393e6c5a55886f5b7c654a
65594365675c6a7f88648faa4285b03a8abb4690c04c90bf4d88b44678a03e668a3c5b7c10244106142c070c210f10200d0815050005070004130c1500000900
0212080a17080a16070a140c0f19111722131c2b404d61516681556f913e628c335e913f70aa497dbd437ebb3f7db14b8dbc4e8fc15d9ed06caade3f7eb01550
832158875e8db87ea7cc6b8dac021e35000a180009130000045d778367a8c361acce6eaaca6189a7314961010c2000000b00031004101c1226337894a695b8ce
769cba5d85a911396100002400001a0000100209282433593b5480446291506e9d5f7da8667fa5405576142240020f2b16203e414a6a6b75997c8fbc567db443
75b13768a62c5e9a2a5b993264a00000303b5b323f61354067303e672b3b6b2f46783b5a8d476c9e4f7caa4a76a15f87ac5e7b9c27345000001616071b2f2034
2929412028416b748e828ba51c2741000013151d36272c417d7d8f7d7984887e837e6f6b5e493f73594793745f7a58465f3d31502f283c1e182d1311260f131f
0c131508120e041008000c241f28413b425e575a6e6464504641291d1724160e31241a2e1d0e452a147a5b46694c3c250d062111173e323c5d4f557e6e699179
677a644c6459456a6c646c838d5f8aa533739d347cad4387b64f8cb84e84ae45709737597c31496700001300000f00000c100e1a181219160c1123181c373033
20232d1f262f181e250b0e110102040000000000000000021920293b4757495e793854782c517f39649b3f71af386dab417eb24e8cbc5794c765a2d571abe057
90c3295f931446763e6a957699bf7792b20f223b000a19020a150000045c737d6baac461aaca6499b94a6d8922304802011700000b01000a191e2b0517245a76
8886a9be749bb6587fa10c31570000230000150000140e1433344064485d8548618d4f68945e769e4257782b3c59111c36000922020c291e2a48515d816e87b3
4c7cb63c79b9336fb12865a5215d9f2663a30000303e5c3340603440642f3c642d3c683549784460905174a25079a54d759d688caf6b87a4343f590302181102
1527182b1d172e202038494a644a4d6710162f00061f181e371e20366768787b7880766f728478726856496c5744a388727a5b467c594a64423744251c2e120c
240e0e200e13180c141209120300051a151e3c383f625d60746b6d4f46442319141d12092f241a2c1d0f4229157357416045351e0801201218433945594d5578
68648a7161746049635946686c656b838d5e89a435749c367aa94585b05088b35180a8476d913c5777374a65020c22090d1e1e1e2a38333c3f373c3d33354b41
41615b5a56585e50575c4346482e2e2c22201a231f181f1912110f091719193f464f5261753c56732f517b3a65984273ad386ea93e78ad3e7aaa4681b44c87ba
5890c56399cd4c7cb11b47781f45716c8bb28297b81c2943060c1d0c0c1804000764727d69a6bc589ebb50819d344e6a1b1e380f041a0e00120e001221223200
01103954646f92a76b90aa4f759305274a00001b0000150a061d2123413f476a4351792e436b273c63324467111f3d111d350e172c00091e000014010e2a3a4a
6c6786b1457db8387fbf357bbe2a71b11f65a82168a8000032405e3442603441632f3d612f3d65374c744b658f5a7aa34e769b4c75976e92b07792ac3e4a6005
05170c000e2010230c0319231f3729253d15152f0d0e281012291719302224384a4c59726f766a63658e837a7667596e5b46ae967e7559428f6b59734d3f4b29
1d2f1209240d0a210f101c0f13150c14030004100c133734385f5c5f726b6d4b44411b130e140a042c231a2a1d0f3f27157054415a41331905001f131b463c48
4e424a6a5a597c66556e5b46615646656b6668828e5f8ca6417ba43f7fad4a86b05287ae547ca44d6e91465c7a44516b5d61785e5e70696471716b72645a5f4d
43454f46445f595850505452545a524f524f4a475b544d756d6282776d7a736a44413e6b70737a89975d7791496c925481af5c8dc55289c2316c9f2561912962
95286194356ba05f94c85e8cc11f487a0a2d5a6782a98999bb252e480e0e20130d1a0c01096b737e6a9fb55192ac436c87283b561b172f1e0a2220081e1a081b
25213200000c213a4a5e809262869f486c88001e3f000017020319160e242d2c48434968394367142246011032071331000017060d22151b2c0a122300000f00
061f364a686e93bb4380b83a84c43a84c4307aba246eae226cac00003a49653a49653e4a68414e6e49577b54658b5c73985e7ca04368885b829d61859e658096
5d6b7d2526360700080d000e2215291810271a12291b172f13112907071f0f10262424362b2b37413f43676160968b81766758706048a893788d735789644e9c
766286635345271a17000015020016090c0c02070400070a070e1c1a1e3431344240413c3936221e180c0600342d26897d71aa9483785e4c452d212e1b182317
2128202d3327316f6161826c5e5f4e39595140646c6765818e618daa4d88ae4787b14a83ac5f90b67297bd617b9d516281646d8777778f716c7f726b7a7b727b
6c636b4c4246382f31373033433e473f3a4341373c4339394e413d5e50486c5f557269605754514146493e4d5b546e865e85a75281ad4379ae407ab03572a541
7faf4d88bb4d86b9457bb04075a94b79ae5a81b3000c390c244c5c6b8d2f344f0a05181f14221809123f414d5e8ba0588fa840617c232e482418301700171200
0d2c1529241c2e00000f0010214b6b7c789bb135577000082500001a030217221a2d3b374f444362373c5d242a4b131a390d122d0f1226141727151926060e1a
010c1f0000160118345880a55392c53983bd337db7337db72a74ae216ba500003f4f6841516a46536f4d59775360805a6b8a5c73945c7a9751758f5f839c698a
9f6680924d59691b1d2a0b000b1d0c1b1e122423182e2e253b352d44242037100f251312272422333d3b464e4b4f726b68968b817567556f5d449c886b856b4e
89644aa07a62926f5a58392a2c140a25130e231515150b0f0b080c0c09101513172423253131312f2e2c211e1b130f09423b36786d639f897b937a6a644d432b
17171b0f1b3a33423e34407165657763564e3f2b48413258625e5c79895a88a537729733729a366f964c7ba25e82a6455d7f283857333a5747445f41394f433b
4d4f465548404c312a332620272c252e342b3a3729393729363e2e344736395242415d4e4a5e5553413f402c333a2f404f4f6b82668daf6291bc558cbd508dc1
3f7eb04282b1427fb23d78ab3971a64378ac5b89be739acc0b2c590b21493f4c6e242742110a1d21122114010a35333e6d90a559869d3850681e213b28173022
071d180011230c201e142600000b0007193f5b6d6b8a9f2d4b6200011b000013090417251b2d3b354c43405b383756232543151630100f251512201917221819
21080d18010d1d000015001a345a82a65694c43c86bc3680b63781b72d77ad246ea400004858704c5c7554617b5d6784616e8a63728e5f748f5b76906181985e
82946d8d9e637c8a313d490b0b17180c182d1d2a1f11213025394840534e465c3833481d1a2f1a182a25243249455058535679716c92867a73614e69563b8b75
577b6040855f41a17a5f9f7b6271523f472e2039261d2e211f1c1315110e120c0a0e09090d101113191b1b20201e1d1e1a1b1815423d3a70655c9985789f887a
745c542816170f0412332d3e4e465372686a68564b382a18373225535d5c5f7b8d5f8daa4884a64284a84781a65e8eb26b8fb3475f811d2a4c1d20413632512d
264130283f3e354b3c35482e28392a27353731423628403b2942412e434634454f3d4a56454e5a4b54595058595860404a563f5267607d98769ec271a0cb5f96
c55592c55395c45195c44f90c24b8abc4885b9538cbf6a9acf7ea7d93e5f8c071f47111e400f122d1912252011200e0004231b2770889a506e8529374f15132b
27132c2a0f2521061c230c20170d1f00000b00001132475a5a7387243d530000130000100e0819271b2b3b3248403952342f4a221d38150f2611091b19111d1d
171e1b181c080c13010d19000114001e355d87a95895c14188ba3c83b53e85b7357cae2b72a4000052627a5868806470886b778f6e7a926b799162768d5a7689
6786995b7c8b6b89965d75811926300000071b0f1930202d2618283c3244554d60575063403b502a25382422332d2b373c3740524b4e796f6a887b6d6d5a4564
4d31785f3f78593878512f987051a17d617f614a583f2f4230252e211d1a12110d0a0d07070b03060905080a0a0d0f131515171a171c1c18413c397a706aa492
859f897c77615a3a292c19101f292437564f5e6f656958483d2a1b0c3530255e6a6a7390a374a4c267a6c663a8c869a4c67daed085a9cd576e932430541e2044
3d375a33294b3128483c34513b36512e2c442e2e463f3c573225473c284b422e50493754503f5854455952475b4e495c7173875862785469847290af89aed482
b0db73a6d368a1d262a6d562abd967adde69acde68a8dc69a4d76ca1d574a0d16c8fbc0d254d00001b00011c1f182b1e111f0e0004130713566174394a5f2024
3b130b221d09212910262f162c322033170f2100000c00000f28384a4b5f7221344900001200000f100918271929382b3f3930462e243c1d132b14081a110511
1f10192015191c1517080b0e000d17000314022239608eac5794c04287b83f84b64287b8397eb02e73a400005a6d826071866b778d737d93757f95717d93667a
8d60798968859558788367848d5a727a1c2730000006180c162619233126344037464e46584c46573e394c342f42302c3d322d3a231c25453c3e7e706a867566
6a543d5e4529684a2b7856336a421e8c63419d775985654c5f4533412d20261a14110a0704020303040604070a040a0b060c0d0b0f0f1015121818163c393773
69649a887d98827577635c43343727202f383346544d5c655b604a39302317073e3c307581818eabbe8cbcda67a9c865adcb6ca9c97aacce7aa0c44962881927
4d171a422b264d21183f20173d2b254a2a274c1e1e401d22433030542318442c1a4932214e3729513d30563e34573c36593a3959575c7d414e70415578607ba1
7c9cc57da4d07ba5d478acdc5aa1cf53a2cf57a3d35ba5d561a6d966a5d7669fd26c9bcc86acd81d385f0000190000131d182b1c0f1d0e0004090006302e4022
243a1f1930160b21110017210c2139263b46374b1d1528050517000314212c3f414f61222f430004180002130f06152314233122353225392719301a0b1f1403
1213020b2210152214141c121207080a000c1400051303263b6494b2528fbb3f84b63e82b74287b9397db22c71a3000061748965768b6d798f727d91747f9372
80926d7f9169808e6a8692607f886b868e687e853e4a5017191f160b131b0e18382d3b37303f352f40332f403934473e3a4b3633412a2631110b12463c3e9283
7b9380717158425e42255c3b1a7a5632653c17865c399b73548a694e6448353e2b1c21130b0b0401010000020305080b0e080e0f060c0d060d0c0d120f151815
2f2c2a4c443f69594e766157604c4729191e170f213c394e494354564e533c2e2420130548453b848f9195b4c98cbedc5ea3c05ea8c661a3c26a9ec0638baf36
517717244c21254e231e4919133e1c16412c26532b2a561d204b1c214c2b2d5b2b23582f235931255b332a5e372f603a36653c3a693c3f6a424a742c3a63283a
6539507c45608e4664934c6f9d5080ae478ebb3386b22b7cab2e7cac3f88ba5396c8649fd26fa3d388b1dd36537a00001e000016161426190e1c16050e0d0006
190d1f11081e1c11271d0d240d00111a091e38293d4235491e172a0e0c1e000415151d2e333b4e1d273a0006190206170b000e1d0c1b29192c291a2e1f102416
041516010f17030a230f1023130f1c120d060606000b11000713052b3f6799b74a88b83a7db43a7db43f82b93679b0296ca3000065798c66788b6a778b6d788c
707a8d737f8f748594728895748f987492997793997f969a737f854143491c1119160a12342c3827212e1b15241e1b29393546484657373442191520170e165b
4f4fb7a69eaf998b826850614326512e0e7d57336e431c8a613c9f7856906f53694e383f2c1d21130b0e07020100000506080b0e11080e0f03090a030a090d14
11191e1b3b393a5a514f66554c5b463c432f2a1f0f14130d1e302d423c3647483f4731221a1a0e0048453b828d8f87a6bb73a7c45aa0bd5ba8c45ca0bf5d94b5
517a9f2b486f202e573a3e6c3c3867352f5e3932634742754142742b3062202a5b2a316437346e39306e342d6b322f6936336d3b3c7442457d444d813c467a27
3466192b5c1a2d5e152a5b0f27571e38682b56833f86b3277ca82072a12677a63c87b9549acb65a2d56ea5d47ca8d34e6f95051a3b00041e0c0c1e170f1c2415
1e15010c1c0a1b0d001119081d1f0e231000141b0c202d2034221a2d1710230a081a00000d060a1b202435121829000011000111050008160514201121211124
19091c15011217020d1e060c27100d24120d1c100a050402000b0f000814082e426b9dbd4380b23276b13478b33a7eb93175b02266a100006b7c8b6a79876a76
846b758172788378818a7e899280909584969b8da2a58c9fa299a8ac9fa6ad62636b1f1821150a1233292e21171c0e050d18111a3e3944534f5a37333e0b060f
231b206e6464d2c2bdc3afa28c735f62452b47260a78543670492e8c654ba17b6394735e705142462e222a160f1b0c080a00000f080a130e110d0a0d05040605
06081314162421246d6466a093919988805c4b433e2d2c3a2c32322a3c322a40372d3f4236422719191007053c40406f848d6d96ab538dac5094b7569bc25792
b85283a944678d243b61232e554c4d7358537a534973544c775d5683524e7d3233632125542227593133682e2d6525265e23255a25295e2d34673740733e497a
2b39691b2a5710224d0f214a081d45081d44263b623c61874a8bb63687b43587b64294c355a6d564aede63a7d6639eca709ec95f80a51b314f020b2409071818
0e1a3022281b08112c16260f000c1402151e0f1f1606191e122221172904000c0f091a06031100000b000009111424080d1a00000b00000905000711010e1b0c
1c1b0c1f15051811000f17020d1e080e240f0c23110c180e09010401000a0f000916062f446a9ec03f7baf3072ad3273b0397bb63071ae21639e0000626e7463
6d726a73757c82839295929e9f9b9c9c989596929394908f928fa9adad929598595a6235354113122008030c3727232e1b1227160e21120e221616362d2f322a
2f0c04092922254a41437d727096877f917f747d6759624a385a3f2f6c4b465a36366845438a67657957523e1c172605003819162709082207081a0307130005
0e00080d010b0e03111306103d23295a3f40624c4c514140493f41554c545c515f57485b6b566a4f3a4e210f200c06173545577399ab78b3c85599b8508bbe64
98d36c97ce4e70a01c315c00062800001e140d2624192f2a1a312e1d3631213e32254631294c332c53302f552a31562531551f2b4f1522441522442939584f60
7d6d7e9a697c9762758e586c8363788c8095a98499ac566b7e1537502d648b468bb85ea8d655a6d34c9fcb52a3d05ea9d565a5cf6e9fc5001f4200102b0b1025
0d0b172318201a0b0e2f1e2110000817081232222f11040e1608153c303a221824160f1802000800000506040f090a1202030d00020901040e00000805000412
06101e13211c102011031309000912000b1c0a0f1a0809130604191312080f1200000900102226556f4e86ab508abe4480bb3874b0306ca7306ca83874af0000
6872726871706e757281857e96978fa3a096a39e939e988db0a9a29d96919e98976e6b6e2f2d381e202d1d1f31322e3984746f79635669544a55443c4839354d
41413e343611070b3c32364c42446f62608a7a75837067654f4250392b51392f5639404c2e395637406c4c52654244411d1d2f0a0836120d2a07052705041d00
0318000413000911000f1203161a07162d0f164322254730323d2e3133292d332b30392c363c29384f35473b20361300180301192e445c6d9bb276b9ce5ba2c2
6397d17299dc6c8dca465f9312224b00001b000011130a190800070c00070f000b0e00110e00180e031f0d04240906270b133005143002122b0010290e1e363a
4b60798a9fa8bacdabbdcf9baebd6d808f778b98b7ccd6a8bdc75f747d39566939688f4e8dbb60a7d554a3d0489bc74fa2ce5ba8d463a7d0689bc1001a3a0000
1900041500000710060a0c00001c0e0e10020810010a25161f0800041409113e333b1d141c0b050c110d140a070e09090f0f0f150b0d1306080e060a10111117
0c060b180f172016221b13201105150d000e14050f1d0d1319080b120606141213060e1300000c00162c2959774b84ab4982b63e78b3336da82c66a12c66a133
6da800006b75756a7372717875838780979890a4a197a39e939e988daea7a097908b8f8988524f520e0c170a0c1926283a504e5aa69898988681867672726261
60545463595b52474b24191d5a4d515244445a4a46806b627a60545135234e311e5d41354f383c402b36452c3652383e5134373f1f1e300f0c2d0c0924050220
02011b000214000411000a1102111307171b0a19270a122f1217362125392a2d2d23251c12161e0e1428131e2b0e1d2004160c000c05011930465e6b98b176b8
cf63a8c86c9ed47093d15a77af2f4574010f3500001300000f18101d11040e13040d14050f1205131005190e061d0b052206052400001800001b00001800001a
0b172f445066939fb5cedbefbfcddfa2b1c0576675657482bacad593a3ae3b4c55364f63406d94548dbe62a3d5539dcd4294c34b9dcc5aa7d364a8d17aadd309
2c4c00031c01071804010911080a1107021c0f0d170a0e0a0004140810080004190e164439411b121a030004161219120f160b0b1111111715171d060a100307
0d19191f1c161d2017201f1521170f1c1007160e0212130512190b1116070a100606131112030b1000000d0023393262804881aa3e77ab346ea92a649f245e99
245e992a649f00006f79796e7776747b78858982999a92a5a298a49f949f998e8f888188817c908a89585558100e190608152123354c4b5952464c4b3a3d4637
3a3f323640323850444a473b411f111779686b5e4a4a4b34307b60577a5b4c4c2a1865402a7d5e4f6754593d2f3c3927325340475a4347382020230907290f0b
1d04001902001600011100040f000a0f04121209181a0d1b30192333191f3a272b47383b382e301e11141d0a0e2f171d1c00081c000c130010161027394c6564
90a96aabc55c9fc06692c55d7db43e57891527500000200000100b0816231c250d03080e03070d01090a010a05000d00000f00001200001500021d010825060b
2602092410162f374056787e95a6afc48e96a96772822d35463f4b5978828e44505c0b1620203549436a925489bd619ed14f94c73f8cbe4797c857a4d162a5d0
85b8de1b406000061d00061506030a1a1211271d1720161024171b0800040f030b0700042318204c434b1d171e01000400000409090f09090f0c0e14161a2000
020800000402040a241e251f161f140c190f06150f051710041410020f0f0009140409110709110e1100080e0006160e344c3b6d8d457ea7346ea22d67a2255f
9a1f59941f5994255f9a0000737d7d727b7a777e7b888c859b9c94a7a49aa5a0959f998e7d766f817a759791906562651917220709161c1e3043415212081410
030d180b1522151f30232d4d404a4f40492d1a21917c806f58554328207a5b4e815e4e58311d8a6048a38273887c823d3746342c386c636b776a6e3628281403
022815121906031504031201020d00040c01090c04100f0817140b1a331f2a311d243c2a2f473a3d3b2f2f251514250f0f391d1e2a080e30111a321b2b362e44
4659725c87a25696b44d8baf5f85b34d6797283c6702113300001200000c0d0a12211c1f261d1f251d1c221b1e1d1a1e1917221416231014250d122710102c19
183722213d1f1f3b1e1e38282a4143435b595b714c4e622b2f401d1f31313645323643050a1700030e1e2d423c5b86517db25e94c94e8ec33f87bb4592c5549e
ce5e9ecc78add424496900001700000900000225211b413b30231a112b21230c01091308100a00072a21294f4950221c2308040b0000042020262f31372c3036
3a3e44161d22000004000208241f2818101c0b021109011311091b140a1c0e010f0800041104081007090e0d0f00050b000d1d21475f477a9a4079a4336da12d
67a227619c225c97225c9727619c0000768080757e7d7a817e8a8e879d9e96a8a59ba6a196a09a8f89827b8a837e9b95946663661917220709161d1f31434355
231a292316242e212f3c2d3c4c3e4b6c5d676d5c654a363da28b8d83686641231c755348825d4d5f3824a47964b29386918c95343a4b31354284858f96929944
3d40100606231816180b071409070e04040b010507010807020d0805130d061521111e26141f2f1f253225282b1e1a24120d2c140d3c1e1848242456343a5d45
515e56695c6e875b83a14b87a7427ca15777a044577e1a2a4c00052200000e000008060307110a0c3a35323a35323734323434342f313729303925303a262c3d
13102b1f18382a24412d274429243f231f37201c34211d34120f240a081a1513251f1d2e0605130000090000081a23392e4571476aa15989bf4f89bf4084bb44
8ec44f96c95595c376aad43e668500102600000906090b4e4d457e7b6b3f3a2d251c1e0c0109180d150d040c251f26433f461c181f0e0b1204040a74767c9498
9e80878c8c9398676f742f373c333a3f27242c17121d0a0312110a1d231b2e251d2f1608180800050e02080f080b0a0a0e00020a0012243057715084a63d76a1
3a74a8356faa306aa52d67a22d67a2306aa500007983837881807d84818c90899e9f97a9a69ca7a297a09a8f9a938c97908ba39d9c6c696c1f1d280b0d1a1d1f
3140405229202f2b1c2b37283746354456465375636e75606a503a40ae949994787941231d6a4941775248593325a67d6ea289817678842433472e3a4a89939f
a6acb35b5b5f19171819131219120f160f0c0f090808030604000701000a01010d06000f14071524151f291b2123151520120c2c19103e241847271c633f3976
5355846b73837b8d77859d6589a74d83a6467a9d445e82323f5f0f1a340001160000090100080804050904010f0b050d0b050b0b05070c09030b0c010b10000b
11000a160f0a25170a2b1e1230271b392b203c271d361b112a11071f01000e11091c0d051802000c06000e0100090100080f11281e2d593c578f577eb65185bc
4483bb458bc24990c44c8cbb75a8d45a81a30a243c000009151b1c7e8075bfbdab646050130b0a050004150c1409030a1610172d29300e0b120c0c12181a20b5
b9bfe2e6ecb9c0c5bfc7cc9fa9ae606a6f5d6469312e36201a27150f20231e313e364c3f384b271b2d0a000a0c01090d070c06080e0000080017293b657e598d
af38749e447eb23f79b43c76b13a74af3a74af3c76b100007b85857982817e85828d918a9fa098aaa79da7a297a09a8f9d968f9c9590aca6a57a777a2c2a3512
14211a1c2e363446271c2a2b1b283a2a374d3b48604e59816e77816d745f474db49a9f9f84854022215f403d6746414c2b2498776f8a7676515c6c132c42273c
4f8293a2a7b4be6a71782326290e0e0e1916141512100f0b0c07040702000600000600000900000a150a182c1f2931232921131321120a3d281e54382b58362a
714c448665629981879a929f8995ad7091ad5686aa517da0314563222a43060b2000000e02030d0d0b0f0f0c0a0c070405010004030002040000050000060500
060800080c0005111108211001221201201a0c2a281835291c3620112b12061e05000e2f243812051903000b221626180f1e0500080f0b22161e48384b825678
af5683bb4883bc4889c1488cc34785b96297c45a82a607223c00000b0f17188d9085d5d5c36a6757050000030004100a1101000407030a1a171e00000507090f
000208b5bcc1e7eef3afb7bcb0babf9aa4a959636851585f3836412924311f1a2d322f44514b62534e63352b3d1207150900090d070e05060e000009001a2d40
6b865c92b537729e4b84bb4781bc447eb9437db8437db8447eb90000798383747d7c808784999d96a1a29a97948a9590859f998e8f8881a39c97aea8a78a878a
413f4a07091607091b282637271b272d1b265b4a5373606986737a826f746a545a9c878bad969a8c75776a51535d4446674e50735a5c715959584f57384b6004
263f456177758d9f92a6b3909ea6343c41020507252525100c0d03000003000107030a100d15070511000008261c281c1018201317271a18301f16543e317659
49785748866459765550543d418f85919ea7bd66809c4f779b30547711213a15182c090c1c01010d000005010001030000070200110f090c0c06070804000502
000504000709000c10040c170b011a241334321f3e2c1b3a2f1d3a33243e2a193313051d1b0b220b00120c0011160a1c16081806000a0700080c041b0508301c
295b3e598d567eb4578cc34988c03d7eb63b78ae598dbd365e8607243f00000c0d1618a4a9a0d0d2c069685803000004000714101707040b0000040a0a101a1c
2200000430343ab1b8bdcad2d7909a9f9da7acacb9bd768387424c5243434f16132116132839384e3a364e2622392b2336342b3a05000701000500000700000b
0322373f6b885189ae3f7caa3d79af3e78b33f79b43f79b43f79b43f79b40000778181737c7b7f86839a9e97a2a39b99968c989388a39d929c958ea69f9aaea8
a7949194504e5910121f0b0d1f2e2c3d453b474637406a5a6078686e837176776669685559a28f93c1aeb29f8c90756368614f5460505663555b5f5059484755
4b677e274e695a7e977a97aa8ca5b38ea1aa3a444a0003061d1c1e0d0b0c0300010803061b151c251e271a15200d08130b020b54484e5c50503f302c655249a3
8c7ea78a7a896a5b78584d6e524c5944488e8490969baf5d708b4261822543621520341819290f0f1b06040f0400070702050c05070f09080502000101000000
00000000000102000608010b10080d180c021b25143535224131203f3725423e2f4937264023152d201027100317100115170b1d1608180500090700080a0117
0703281b1f4d394c7d5273a65587bd4e89c24182bb3e7bb35f95c6446e9719375400000e0a141a939992c7cabc77786a0100000000040b080f08080e00000400
000612161c060d127b8287c6ced3c2ccd198a5a9a8b5b9a6b5b97483875763694c4e5a110f200e0d233b395137344f18142c1e162c352e3d120a16120e190004
0f0001100d2d4442708e528bb2407fad417db3417bb6427cb7427cb7427cb7427cb70000757f7f717a797f86839a9e97a4a59d9c998f9c978ca7a196a8a19aa2
9b96a7a1a09d9a9d62606b1b1d2a0d0f212f30404e49544a41495d5358675b61675a5e504346544548998b8bd2c5c8b2a5a9877b816b626a615a635a55604e49
56363e5140617d345e805f86a1688ba17a94a68ca0ad4c576005090f171618100b0e0e070a1b11152e232b372b352d232f2118210800023b2f2f56464574645f
a9948aa28b7d8c7161a1837663463d644a46614e528a818a83879846546c273d5b112641090e220d0b170604100200070100040500040c05080f080a03000001
000000000100000200000501050c040a110a0c190e041d27183938274637294741314e4c3f594a3b55372b43271930160b1f13061a190f211509190300090500
0804000f05001c13113a2a3763435f8f527eb3508ac04785bf427fb75b8fc54a75a2284768000a1e07121c808784cbcec3a5a79c1010100000040000040a0a10
0000040000040c10161d2429bec6cbc9d3d8aab7bb95a4a8aab9bd97a7ab6474785361675357641212240b0b233737512d2d4707041f100a21322a3c2d273428
26311319240215241b3b54497697548eb74482b24682b84680bb457fba447eb9447eb9457fba0000737d7d6f78777d8481999d96a3a49c9c998f9c978ca8a297
a8a19a958e8996908f9a979a6d6b762426330c0e2024263831313d2a2833333038454148413b40221b1e362d2f847c7bcac1c3b2abad928c917a777e6c6a755d
5d694a4c59303d511a3f5f29577a4b75944b6f895c778d8598a7646f79171b221a181c171013140a0e1c11152d1f2535262f31222c2a1b241e10100e00003e2e
29a7968db8a399715b4e5f483a947a6e4d342c533e3b6554577d747d6768782d364c0b1832010d2500000d0000080000070000050100040300040901060c0409
0c060b0c060b0a060d09060e0907120a08130a0a160b091a110723291c3d392d4b3c304e473c58584e67584e674a40582b22381b1326150d201a1224110a1901
000901000801000b0300100b0425192249314a764470a14e84b94985bf4480ba497db4456ea02c4a6f00102b04101e6f7679d2d6cfe0e2da494a4c0b0b110000
0406080e070b110000040a1116323a3fc4ced3bcc9cd9cabaf97a7abb3c3c79fb2b564777a45545c4e53621e2034181a312d2e481c1b3704011c100a21231c2f
2e2837272733151d290a1f302445604d7b9e568fba4685b74984bc4781bc457fba437db8437db8457fba0000717b7b6d76757a817e969a93a0a19998958b9792
87a39d929b948d837c77827c7b8c898c6f6d782f313e0e102212172b091326040f1f0e18243a404b3d41481114172e2d2f7d7b7ca7a4a29c9a9b8f8f8f828385
76787e6369704f565f3446581f46683e6d9451799d4568844c667e788a9d717b87262731211d241d131818080d18060b200c1327121c2a152029151c3b2b2721
13096c5c51b4a2978e796f6d584e765f55614c433d29244332315f5256655c654845531b1d3100001400011602001105000d05010c06020d0a050e0f0a13160f
1819121b231b27221a262119261d1724191221160f1e120c1b10091c180e2a2d22423c314f3e33514a405c5d546d5f566f534b6230283e1f182b1811241c1627
120c1b00000900000801000907000c0600150d133220375d345d8a4076aa427fb7427eb84074ae426da02f4d78051937030e21565c63c0c3c0f4f5f187888a29
2b3100000400040a13171d00050a0d151a414b50b7c1c6c1ced2b8c7cbb8c8ccd5e5e9d4e7ea9aadb06170783e43523233492e2f4921243f0b0a290c0b271713
2b0d081b1812211414200c13220e22352c4d684e7fa1538fb94685b74681b9437db83f79b43c76b13c76b13f79b40000707a7a6b7473777e7b91958e999a928f
8c828e897e9892878b847d79726d76706f7f7c7f72707b4547541b1d2f030c21000a21000c23091d30536473616e782731373f45468488888585838484828083
807a7e7e717778646b6e555d623f52614e75976e9dc56b94b95576974a647e67798c757c8b2d2e38211b2220121819070c1600061a0109210810280e1a2c141a
523e374f3d308d7b6ea28e81675248655046705d543b292436252435262952464c443d462823300e0c1d00000c0303151613211914211a15221d1924221c2926
202d2c24312e26332a21302b22312b2133291f31281b2f21162a1c1125170e241d16312f28483c34513a3451453e5956526a5a536c4c485f302b401e1c2e1914
271a1829120f1d0000090000080100080a000907000e0a0d2813274a2047732c62933772ab3e79b6487cb74b76ad3b5a87172b4e09132932384386898bc7c9c9
96999c3c3e44000004000309131a1f00050a0e181d545e63bdcaced8e7ebddedf1cde0e3daedf0e8fdffc2d7da85969e2e35443c3e543f425c22254008072615
14301c1a3200001200000d00020f050e1d152a3e3558745080a44e89b53c7daf3d7ab23b75b0356faa316ba6316ba6356faa0000707a7a6a7372757c798c9089
92938b868379837e738c867b827b747b746f76706f7976797a7883616370313345010b2100082400112d0f2b42728b9f889eac3f4e564752547d868572787373
77706f736c676d685f6663596261575f604a5c695e85a77caad56c94bc57789b445d7956677c757b8c3a3844160d151c0c121f090f22080e2609112c0f173314
21391d22533b33735e4d8974637d6a5b634f424c39303d2c24342521352727281e2041393e2720290d07140a031200000b130d1c1711201715211a18241d1b27
231d2c26202f2922312a23321b11231e142625182c291c302c1c332b1b3228182f22162e231b38312d4c3b355235324e3d38534c4a62504c644140562e2b401b
1b2d171527191a2a12111f00000a00000805000c0c00070c000d0c0c240e1f3e0e355d1a4d7f2a659e3873b04b7fba527db44a68972d436816223a161b2a4547
4d818284727578363a4000040a03070d0a11160000040d171c677176d4e1e5e1f0f4d5e5e9a7babd8ea1a495aaad8ba0a36879812a30413a3c534548632f3351
1213331615341a173202001400000b00000d0b142324394d4366825283a74481ad3070a43471a9316ba62a649f255f9a255f9a2a649f0000757a776d736e777a
76898d868a8e877b7d767577707d7f7878797579797777767878767a8180887b79854a47550a0f2300031e000f2b162e468a9db2a4b3c2495660464e53727577
75757371716b6967615e5d5555554f5656525d5d5957616753708a7196b65c7e9d516c863f54684d5b6d797e8b47455007000912060e200d1427131a2e172133
1b273b212d3f262e3e28219b877a8f796b5a45346b564557413329170a3a2920382b27231919383035150e1703000909001103000b1f15270701100704120a07
150e0b19130d1c150f1e170f211810220600110e0317190c2022142b281a312b1d342d1d34291d3525203b31304c39365230304a37344f46445c46455b39384d
2b2a3f1b1b2d1516261a1c2912142100000b00000807040c0a00020f030b110f200e1c340e2b4c1a426b2e5d8e4171a64f7bb0577baf546f9d43547b242e4c08
0d221c1e2b4f4f5b4645532b2d3a0a0c19060a1700041100000908121e707d87dfedf7d4e5eeafc0c96778812b3c4425363e2f404827353f2a334231364a4347
5e3f425c1f223d14142e15132b09061b00000c010414131e2e31465a4f708b5a87a8467da42f6796356ba232649e2a5c982456902456922a5c960000827d7280
7d737d7e767c807976807c6f7c7a6373745b6b6f65757a5d6b715a646a5e626968656c69636a63595e584f5806061800001112152965667691909e595560322e
355f575c665c5e695d5d615450594b456757527e6e697c6c67625b5888949a9eb3bd96a9b262737c4b59615f68715d646b43474e00000517121b120a16130915
120715221725372a380e010b62525761514d644f4579614f8e745c7d63475d43294d3922332114392c2833292e1c14210c041710041c14051f10021a0e06190f
091a110b1c140e1f1711221a14251d17281e18291b1526120a1c0a02140d0518170f221f172a1f172a1b13290d0b23393a5447476124263d191a3035374b3d3f
53282a3c2d2e3e2426331818240b0c1603040e02030b04050d0b090d0a0403150f0e1414180a101b051325162b46374f71516a903f57815166915f6f98445179
0c1338000017070625383655352e4f2f28491c1738010020000015070f2c37425c5d6d8598a9be94a5ba7f91a4566579273245081225050d200c1425040e1a40
4854646b7a6b707f696b7d48485a13102500000e00000e262b3f505b6f55687d4e68804d6e8948718c3f688d365b8f375c963c609c3f649e4064a03f649e0000
81796d807a6f7d7c74777d786e7b79657677596f76526a72637b835d70795a656e5c63686764686a60626654555b4a4d1c101c0b0512170f1c524854786c7651
454d382a305d4d52635255695555644f4c5d46426c544d846b63866b636c5b5382837f97a29e919b9a636d6c51595a636b6c666b6e4e5258191a220e0c172523
2f1b19250e0b191815231a162736303f6c647063585c594944624c3e7a5f45826649826747836c515644324d3f3933292e140b1a08001312051f1e0e2b20112b
080013070112080213080213080213080213080213080213100a1b0a04150600110c06171610211b15261711220e091c090a202e32493a3c531d1f35181a3035
384c4042542d30402021311a1c2812121e090a1403040c01020a05050b080709130f091f1b141f1e1c0f1215060b16141c2d303c54445270404d6f4a587c5861
884e557c2c315616183c27274b49456a41355f3428521b133d07042a05062c1d25484651716273905f708c65779063738c4d59712c354b161d32181a31202337
0109152f3a434f5560595e696769765254612220310100111b1d3140455a5c667c5a6b80546a81547087506e8542628135508236518a3a558e3e59923f5a933e
5992000078736979756e7678716f76736672725c6c7055696e5569706f838a68787d61696e616264696160685b5764504b5744412e202621151f1c0f19342830
50424845353a3c2b2e524041584444634c48634b445c433b6a4f4680665a84685c6f5a506e6d658187808086815e645f5255526568656a6c6c5a5b5d3e3e4422
21292e2c3728263214111f0806171816285c5a6c717183696773645a5e675850796451937961a48a70a9907a8e7a6d70615d40343a120a1703000c0500110f01
1910021904000f02000d01000c00000b00000b00000b00000b00000b060011050010080213130d1e1e18291d1728120c1d020012000015171d3420243b0c1126
0d1227272c402f33441d20300f10200c0e1a0a0a1605061004030b03020a0202080603061c160f2c271d2c272412121200000704091818213628334d39436137
426241476a4b4f734d50714d4c6c514e6f5b56773e335931254d21183f1f1b402e2e523f45664d57754f5e7a48587157657d5e6a824e586e2d34491215290809
1f0a0c1e020a15202b343138413e434e5d5f6c5d5c6a343041110f212e2d4244465c4e576d48576c485c734e697f4c687f3a58772d457330467a354b7f384e82
394f83384e8200006f6d6771726e7075726972715d686a54636755656a59696e7a898d727b7d676b6b64615e6a5e586b584f644c425a41394836373c2d303120
23332122422e2e47333347322f4b34305038315e453d62483c5e4235694b3e7e615183645570594b69615675776c74766b5a5b53504f475d5b5564615e5b5758
4f4c4f4e4a5126222d1f1d291412230202142e3044565a715e67806770857f7f8b857e8087766d998372a28a78927c6b867168645453362a3213081605000d05
000e09001007000d0800120701120701120600110600110600110500100500100600110a0415140e1f241e2f2e28392923341711220200120000130710260b14
2a040b200910251a1f3312182900011004071705071305051103040e03020a0100080000060301021a130a362c203730291812110000020000070e1223191f36
363d58282f4c242846383a5856557167647f6460785c557036294d291e44241c3f322f514c4b6b5054723c4461243048414d65555f75626b80555d7035384c12
14260503150000100f17221f28311d242d262b3551515d5e5b693936441915261e1c2e282a3e282f44243046324358475d7447627839536f2e426b3143723547
76394b7a3a4c7b384a7900006668686c70706d7576656e705762644f5c60566367616c6e808889787b786d69636a5f566e5c5171584a6d4e3f634538654c445a
433f543b374d352e4f362e583f37583d344a2e224e302361423368493a644433694a377c5b4684614c745845706152756e5f736c5d5f574b51493d544c415750
49554d485950526761662a252e0604100e0f1f1c1e323e40573f4a643e5576556d8b808da181848e6a626173625a765f55543d3335201d241316140810120814
160d1c1a11201c111f18101d140d1c140e1f150f201812231a14251c16271e18291f192a100a1b161021241e2f363041403a4b393344231d2e0c0a1c141b3016
2036172137182337222b40262e4110162700000b0b0e1e0a0c1807071303040e010008000007010005050102190d013d2e1f45382e1f17120500000000040e0d
1b16182a37394f2022390f0f271d1c32443f545f586b5b53654a4157392e4c261c3e1a13332723423f3e5a44455f292f480e152a29304542475b595d6e575a6a
4243532c2b39282231252531242b322a343a1d242b1b202a42434d514f5b342e3d1812231d1629201d32191c30141d3229354b44576c4c61753e536e33436738
446c3c4870404c74414d753f4b73000060676a6972746f777c666e73555d624f585a5b63646b727181827e78746d6f62586c5b4c735b497a5b4679564073503b
7d5e4f6d51446e50436d4f4264453668493a6545344b2b1a512f1d69463174513c6c49336d49307b573e825c4476563f76624f7466547163516456445546374f
4031524439564840615752685f61443e45000009141426404258343a533e4f6c34557b486b916f88a45c677a2f2c33382c2c45322f1f0a071100000e00010900
06160c181d152119111d160d15150e171e17261e18291f192a201a2b221c2d231d2e241e2f251f301812231f192a2d27383e3849494354413b4c2b2536121224
3e475c2f3e5328374c344155465165444e612a32430e15241f2433191e290e101c0506100000060000050200060903021c0d004b39275647392e201808000005
0001110e161816222e2c3d1c1a2c0b06190e08192a2332473c4a483c4835293941374f271d390d06210c08201e1c342d2c4227293d1b1d2f2d2e3e4143505554
6254525e433f4a36313c39313d3e3b432f363b3741462930351e222938373f433f4a2e28351c1524322a3c342d4028283a1f22362b344946526848596e3b4b63
353f5d3a41623e456642496a434a6b42496a00005c677068737c717b81676e75555c615157586365657a7774807970786c5e715c4b7158447c5c438662468961
43855c41906b5576533e7b5843825f49744f39704b356b4630512b1358321a734c3280593f764f3472492e7d543982593e775339765c44725c45715b446b553e
5f4834543f2c5a45346450436b5a52706361544c51231f2a3333453f435a303752576a8b3e67934f7da87294b750637c111623201a21392a2d1200011401060f
000712050f1a101c160f1809030a0801040e080d231d2a201a2b1d1728191324150f20110b1c0e08190d07181913241e18292a24353a3445453f503f394a2b25
361313254f5c702f42571e31462f41544b5a6e526072404b5b2c35443a3f4e2d323d1a1c280708120000050000050300070f07062d1a0b6149376f594b3d2d22
0c000008000011090e120d161b1623191421120c1910081421161e35292f382b2f2a1e262e23371b132a0b031a0a051a1a152a2a2538302c3d302d3b413c494e
4954564e5a4c434c382d352e2228372b3141393e2e33363d484a353c3f26282e3431393a35403127332b202e3b2f3f3c3446332c3f212035272a3e3940553944
582c374b31354d3638503a3c543e40583f41593d3f5700005b687268757f737c85697077575c5f5757576c6764847b728273657b675473584277563b835d3f8f
66449367449164439c71547950357f563b8d64497a513670472c6c4328552c116035187a4f32885d407d5235754a2d7d523582573a78513673533a6f513a7053
3971543a684a335e422b664a34745a48705a4d81716c53494b4f4a53545565272c413a415c6c83a44e7ba86194c189b1d5637c981b26362c283345393f1a0a0f
12010a0d0008100410150d19110b12090308130d0c241f22231d2a1f192a1812230e081904000f00000b00000b00000b1711221a1425241e2f332d3e3d374839
33442721320e102245576a193246031a2e172c3f3a4e614c5c6e4352613844524a51603a404b1f242f0a0b150000050000050501081208083c26187259458067
574a36291101000a00000d03070d050a0b040d1710191b151c1810151f14183022223424232a1b1e0f04120d0517130b1d1f18272c2534372f3c39313d382f38
40353d483e434d3f45403337302124301f224130334f4547282b2d40494b3e43462b2e31322f3638313a362a34392b382f22303428382c22341b14271b192b29
2b3f282d411c21352c2c3e302e413632453836493b374a383649000062707b64717b68717a6970756b6a6c67625f665b526755488c74628c70598d694f8a6243
875d3a895b378a5b348a5a368a5c39895c3b8b5e3d8b5e3d895c3b8457367d53317a502e6c4122653a1b74492a8055367a4f30805536875c3d774f317f5a4079
553c734f356f4b31714d3178543a815d4481624d765c4a715c5270615d60585d373541171a2e2a324b485d7e35638e71a4d04e769a627d972733435d5e682219
2124181e12050f130713110915120d181511181813161b16131b1416221d281812230b051603000e050010120c1d221c2d2d2738201a2b1d17281b1526211b2c
2e28393e38494b4556494d5e74889b5673863f5b6e405a6c5a72847f94a59eafbeafbcca99a2b17b838e40455007081200000501000607030a0a000018000068
4c3a6247371e08001100000c000008000010080d160e131810151c151820171923171723161222120d1d100e2a2129302b363b333f3a303c3229323328304132
3b4f3f45604e535c4b4e5a46475945455c4848634e4b65504d5e514d5759595a6464414748222226272428342b333529313b2c36382835362736352737332739
2f27392c273a28283a2a283a3b364539323f39303d3e374449404d49424f0000616f7a63707a686f766b6e716e68676d615b6c5a4f6e564490725b936e549268
498e623f8e5f388d5d358e5e368f5f378d5c368e5e3a90603c90603c8e5e3a8759368254317c502d774a29693c1b6e4422784d2e764b2c815738895e417c5134
825a427e563e794f36754c31794e317f5437865e4088634972523b7a5f4f7c6960635757332e3715162622293e3549662e577c49789f395d7b48617725313d55
565e2620250500020d040d0d05110c07140e0a15110d141510131914111913120e09140e0819110b1c150f201a14251e1829221c2d231d2e1d17281d17281f19
2a272132342e3f433d4e504a5b4f5364657d8f6587997493a684a2b394aec0a3bcccb3c9d7c1d0dea4b0be8e96a1565b66191a2400000508030c100a11110505
1c04006649395d41341d06001100000c000008000110080d120a0f140c111811141c14131f14121f130d1e0f07190d07231c1f2c262d3a31393e34393b30343f
2f344b383c564243624c4c614a47604743604640634943684f476c534b65564e595a565b646342464622212326212434282e36262c3c29323c28333c27353a27
363627373327373127392e28392e28373d334039303a392d393e353f493d4949404a0000616e78636e77666d726b696a6f6560705e53715848765540946d5396
6b4c94664393623c90603892603694623895633b905e36905f3991603a92613b8f5e388a5a368355327f512e8457366b3e1d653a1b6b402370452880583a8c63
487e553a855a458257427e52397c4f357f51338657368b5e3d8d6243714a2f8667528a726662524e2d252a191723262a3b314159587b975279945f7b915c707d
4b555b66666a4e4b4e06000507040c05030e03030f0505110b08100f0c0f16100f1710120100070a04151a14252822332c26372822331e18291711221812231d
1728251f302f293a3b3546494354575162555b6c6a8496789eb097bbcda7cadaa9c7d8a9c4d4b1c8d6bdcfdcb2bfcda3aeb874798432333d0c09110b060f140e
151a0d10240b0360443851362d1802001100000c00000800020f060e0a040b0c060b120b0e160e0d190f0a190e05170a00130800181211221e1f342d2f403638
4739394c3a3b5640405f454363464366484268484167483f6849406d4e4374554a6e5c515b5b555d64614245421f1d1e231c1e3124283421283a252f3f27333f
26353d27353c26363826373527373327373328363b2f3b362b333729343c3139473944463b430000626e74646c7166696b6a65626e5f57715a4c7556437b543a
986a4c9a684698653f96613a93613994623896643a98663c915f3793613995633b93633b905f398b5b378456337e51308f62416c41225d32155f361b663f257f
583e8c674d815941875b4886584583553e8453398755378b5937905e3c92613f7d52339873599377655e49402b1f1f27232a40424e4e59695d768a506c7e859a
a4717e82646b6a6b6b697b7a7827272702040a00020c00000d00000d03040e0c090d140d0f1710130d0714150f20211b2c2a24352a2435231d2e1711220f091a
140e1f1d1728292334322c3d3b35464943545b55665d63748dabbc8db5c696bcce99bece99b9ca9cb9c9a7c0ceb4c8d5b6c5d3b2bdc7898e9943444e110e1607
020b120911190c102d1410593e364229251300001000010a00020700040b040d0200060501080a05080f0908110a071107011005000b03000e0a041714112c25
223e33314e3e3a58443f61474367494264433c6c473f6f4a406e4a3e6c493a6f4c3d7a57477761536160585f67624144411c1b1921181a2f2023321f243b222a
4128324127334127333f26353c2636382637382637362736392b3635283033262e3a2d3543363e4538400000656d72656a6d6766646a605a6f5a507357457a54
3c8153369d6b49a068439e653e98613a95603994623a94643c96663e92603894623a94643c94643c92613b8c5c388557347f52319065486b4227573016573218
5f3b227a563d8c6751835c48875d4c895a4a8958448b573f8c583b8f5b39945f3994613b926441a47c5e96765f6047393525203e3537625f67757a843946503e
4c528b9595656b6656584d52514781827a40433f00070a00040d00000c00000d00010d0a070f150d121b1116292330251f30221c2d1d1728181223130d1e100a
1b0f091a110b1c1c16272721322c2637312b3c403a4b5852635f677893b3c480adbd7da7b886adbd98bbcbabcad9b4d0ddbad0ddb6c5d3b7c2cc9297a24b4c56
120f170100050a0109110408361e1e513733321a1a0f000012020808000603000707020f0000070000050402060705060b05040b04000801000802000703000f
0b05201912362a244c3b335e463e6749426d4b4068413772493e795042754c3d6e46356f49377b55437b625268675d646d654346421e1b182117172f1e21331d
233d222a4528304527324526334126353f26353c26363c2636382736382a3531263030252f372c3640353f4237410000666c6d66686867625f685b516d564874
533e7d5237855232a66e4ba66b45a0663d9b6239965f3892603891623a92633b91613995633b95653d95643e92623e8b5d3a8457367f54358b62476942285933
1b58331d5a372172513c886654835f4d895d508c5c4f8d5b49905c44925c3f955d3a965f38965f38a2714ba67c5a9873597054414d3a314e43416863667f7d81
636565737672a8aa9f76746763614f5a58467e817350564f020e0e00081000021000000e00010e0c0813180f171f141c322c392923341c1627110b1c0a04150a
04150d0718100a1b110b1c1a1425211b2c1f192a1e18292f293a504a5b5f67785d8090528292608d9d7ea7b6a0c5d5b5d6e5b8d4e1b2cad6b5c7d4b8c5cf989d
a851525c18151d0500070700060c00043e2729493032240d110e000214050f08000a01000904010f000009000007000008030406060503080400070200070200
060300070400110a01291c124631285d423969493e704a3e6d44367a4f408356477c4f3f6f43306b422d7a513d7e62507270646b746c484b47201d1a22181830
1f2037202441242b4627304627304627324526334126353f26353d26363a2835392b37332832322731382d374136404338420000676b6b666763655f5865574c
6c514175503a7e5033885130ae734eac6f49a569409c6239935e378d5d358b5e378c5f3892623a96643c96653f96653f93633f8c5e3b8358397e5336825b4167
41295e39235c39245836246c4d3a846453836051885d548c5d538e5e4e935e48955f42975f3c995e38975e35a57049a0724e9c74568b6d566e584b5446405149
485e585788827b999487a49c897b745f837d648d8b749398856e786c051313000c140005130001110003120c0a161e121c2519232019281b1526140e1f0f091a
0c06170d07180f091a110b1c130d1e1913241913240f091a0a04151d17284640515c64754469794c7c8c6a99a98db8c7a4cbdbabcedda7c5d2a4bcc8bdcfdcbe
cbd59ea3ae5b5c66242129110a130e050d0e0006442e34432b3119030a0c000414081405000d00000b00001000000b00000800010b0205080606060505010501
000502000605000503000a02001a0c013c251b583c306a463a71493b7247388354448c5c4c8253406f422d683e26764b367b5e4b7d786d747b724f514a23211b
241b193322233a232745282f4827304827304826324626334525354326354126353c27353c2e3a342a36322834392f3b423844443a460000736a686f655f6e5d
556c54486f4f3e764d387f4e34855030b07454ac714ca56a449c633c925d368c5c348a5b348a5b3493623c94633d96653f9565419163408a5d3c8358397f5437
7e553a694228643e26633d255c37216d4a3586634e88624e8b624d8f624b90634993634594624094613b945f38905e369a6a46936947997557a08369846f5c54
4537392e24393328524a3e655d4c564c394d442e837d66b4b29cadaf9e8f978b0c161503101400081200030f030512110c1921151f281c2608020f0805130f09
18130d1c150f1e150e1d130c1b120b1a150e1d181221130d1c02000d0000090b0d1a393b485763716b8c9b7fa8b7a0c6d8b4d7e7b4d3e2aac7d7a6bfcda7becc
c4d6e3c4d2dda0aab65f646f2d2b371a1520190d1913040e47333a3d29301000060a0005140a1605000c00000900000d00000900000a01020c06060c08070906
05030502000501000908000501000801000d02002d1c134e362e61443b6a483d6e493f80574c895f547c5345673e2f5f38286e473775594c857b757d7d795751
502b21212a1c1c3624253c2529452b3045282f45282f45282f4328304128304128323f28323c29324031393a2d353a2b333f323a4a3b434a3d45000086645f7b
5751724a43734a3f7f534687594684533f804c33ae7a5ea671519864428e5a378c59339361399e6c44a5754d9565418d5d398757338759368f613e916340895c
3b815433895c3b7f5435754a2b6e43247045267a4f32885d40936946805b2b926c38966f3d855c2f7d5428875f37966e499972507f5b3d89684c957b5fa18a6f
a18e7396866d84795f776e583b37266561548e897c9995859b978a9f9a8f98958b8686801313110000010000020b080f17131a150f16160d151d161f0a081308
08140c0a16110c1916101d1c142122172524192711091608020f0705110000090000081f2c366b79838fa1aca4bbc9a7bdceafc3d6bacadcc4d2e4c9d7e9cbdb
edcbddefb3c9d799afbd90a1b07580903032440600101404172b17285a4b552b1f27080004070004090009030005030005010005050009050009050009070108
0701060701060902050902050a06070300000500000e0605271d1d4032324a3a394c3838452f2f5941416f5455735856684a49583a395032314c313266535888
757e6b585f311d242410172714192b151b3d282c321f233321223422233424233326243427253328263528263725263b26283e282a3e292b3f292b3d282a0000
8e605a82544e774a4177483e7e504384554580513e7c4c35aa795fa4725499674791603c905c3994623a9d6841a06e469565418b5d3a8557348759368f613e91
63408b5d3a8355328b5d3a8456337b4d2a7547247749268153308e603d976b4089652b916f2e906c3287632f88653794714b9675548d6f528063498b71599c86
6eac9a81b5a488b1a385a79c7c9b9477635f4e848276a09e92a29f95a19d96a5a19aa09c96928d8a211b1a0a03050500010e070a170f14120a0f130a1218141b
090a14090c160e0f1915111c18131e1c14202014201e14201309150a051008091300020b0000071e2f3761777e8199a19eb1c0a8b8cabac5d8cdd5e8dbe3f6e2
ecffe6f1ffe2f4ffc1d7e89fb8c88ea4b56f7f912d304405001318071e3220334f434f231a220500040500040b020a0700060500040700060700060700060700
060700060700060700060700060700040a040903000103000107020520191c382e32453a3e483d4143363a54444966545969565b5f494f513b414d353b4c333b
543c48765d6c644c58361e2a28131d29151c2c181f3b2a2d342326332624342725332924342a24352b25342d24382d24402b29432a2842292741282641282642
29270000835b547a524b714a4071483d754c3e7a503f7a4e3b784b34a5785ea274569e6c4c98674396623f95633b99643d98663e9666428c5e3b865835885a37
8e603d90623f8a5c398254318b5d3a8557347e502d7a4c297d4f2c8557348f613e946a4194713a906f358c6a33906e3e9d7e53a28460917356775b447a614b84
6f5b9a8673ac9d88baac94bdb298b8b093b2ac93a09d8dafada1b0ada39e9b9197938ca19d96a7a39da19c992d2726120b0d0500010b040711090e0c030b0e05
0d1511180b0c160d101a14151f1b17221c17221b131f1a0e1a150b171309150d08130c0d1700060f00030c23343c5e747b748c948ba1ae9aadbcb3c2d1cbd7e7
dde8f8e4f0ffe5f4ffdef4ffcde6f4a5c1ce90a9b77083922b33440301131b0e223b2b3e4135411a11190500040500040d040c0900080700060e050d05000405
00040500040500040500040500040500040500020c04090500010500010500011b111533292d463b3f4f4448483d4156494d63565a67575c614f545543484d3b
404b383f412d38604b595d4954402c373320292e1b222e1b223a292c39282b3929283a2a293b2c283c2e283d2f293e30284031294b3432482f2d432a283e2523
3e2523432a28000075564d7051486a4a3f68463a6a47386d49376f4935724a32a0775ca07556a071509c6c4898674397653d97623b94623a9868448e603d8759
36885a378e603d8f613e885a3780522f8a5c398759368355328254318456338a5c39916340946942a17e4b9676419374439f8254af916ca28767765c444a331f
4b3625544132635446736757807663867d68847e67817c67938f82a19e94a5a29899958e97938ca39f99a39e9b979190332c2e1710130500010a02070e050d09
00080b020a120d160f101a11141e1819231f1b261e19241a121e160a160f05111309150f0a150f101a020912000a132c3d4562787f6f878f7d95a18ba2b0a4b7
c6becddccdd9e9ceddecc7dae9c0d7e5c9e7f4a1bfcc8fabb8758b99323d4d0606181c11254032422f262f11081005000408000710070f0b020a0b020a140b13
0500040500040500040500040500040500040500040500040c0409060002050002050001160c112d232743393e50464a473d4253494d63575d6b6064675b615c
51554e4248463a404437415e4e5b66576157485242333c3323292f1f253726293c2b2e3d2d2c3e2d2c40302c43312c44322d45342c47332c5039374b32304229
273c23213c23214229270000644f45654e44624a3e5f46385c41315f422f6445306c4a319e775c9f75569e71509b6d499a694599673f99643d97653d9a6a468f
613e885a37885a378e603d8e603d8759367e502d895b38895b38895b38895b388c5e3b8f613e936542916843a683569c80509f8358ab926cab9174856f574934
231907001100001205001b1007231a112a22172b26192a2616282515312c214e4a436c68617f7b7494908aa7a29fa29d9a8e88872f282a140d100500020c030b
1108100b020b0b020b110c1714151f1518221a1b251f1b261d182319111d170b17110713130915100b160f101a030a1306111a3c4d5570868d758e967f9aa38c
a6b2a3b9c6b7cbd8c3d5e2c1d5e2b8d0dcafcbd7b7d7e290b2bd86a6b178929e394856080d1c1c16274236462118210b020a0500040c030b1209110b020a0b02
0a160d150700060700060700060700060700060700060700060700060d020a0b01060900060a0005140911261c213c3139494146433a424e464b5e585f6d676c
716b72666065534d54453f465c555e695f6b786f7874687252474f34282e2e20263122253d2c2f3f2e2d422e2e45302d48312d4b322e4c342d4c342d5138364a
312f4128263b22203b2220412826000057493e594b405a4b3d554435513c2b523b275c412b66492f9b785c9a7555986f4d956a459767439969419e6c44a16f47
9b6b47916340895b38895b388d5f3c8d5f3c8557347d4f2c885a378a5c398d5f3c9163409365429466439466439067429e7e559d825ba78d69aa93728f796158
46332111060c01000a00000800000700000601000703000602000502000502000501000a06001a160f2d292356514e8781809e98979b9496211a1d0b03080500
041007101910191208140f0511130e191a1b25171a2417182219152018131e19111d1c101c190f1b140a16100b160d0e180007100d18214f6068879da489a2aa
91aeb79bb8c1adc5d1bbd2dcc1d7e4c1d8e2b9d3dfb1d0d99ec0cb779ca47496a1718e97394b5809111d1e1a2b49414e170e17070006050004110810130a1209
0008090008160d150c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c000810040c12070f130810150a121e151d2f262e3b353c413d4448444b5653
5a68656c7471786e6e745e5e644f4e566f6d786e6a75817e86837e8757515833292e2c20262f20233c2b2e3f2b2b442c2c472d2b4c2f2c4f302d4f312b50322c
4b2f2e452c2a3f26243b22203b22203f262400004c443851493d554c3d4e4333463826473621543e2762482e987a5d967353916a488d643f91633f9b6b43a674
4cad7b539d6d49926441895b38895b388d5f3c8d5f3c8456337b4d2a885a378b5d3a916340966845996b48986a479567448f654290704b977d5ba48c6e98826a
665442281a0f0a000007000010090b0c090c0a070a090609080607070604090603090701070300050100050100050000110c0946403f655e6068616410080d05
0004050004150c152218241a0f1d150a1816101d1e1f29181b2513141e120e19130e1919111d221622251b27140a160f0a15090a1400040d121d266071799eb4
bba1bbc1a5c5cca8c8cfb0cbd4b5ced6b5ccd6afc8d0a6c3cc9fc0c78aafb760888e5e838b61818831434e070f1a25223058505d120912070006080007150c14
140b13060005060005130a121108101108101108101108101108101108101108101108100a00071306101b0f191c101a170e17171019201b242a272f47464e46
454d494a52575b62696d746f757c6a707761676e6d727c61646e797a8283828a5350572b252a2c22272f22253a272b3f292944292a482a294d2c294f2c2a522e
29502e294325243e25233d24223c23213c23213d242200004642354d493c524b3c4b433241362342331e503c2560492e987a5d9473528d664489603b8e603c9c
6c44ac7a52b5835b9d6d499264418a5c39895b388d5f3c8c5e3b8456337b4d2a8759368c5e3b936542996b489c6e4b9a6c499668458f65438564439076599d85
6d86735e4637290c01000700000e0b0e06030a03020a00000700000500000401000204010407040217120f17120f0b0603050000070100181113130c0f050002
050004050005050005190f1b281d2b201523190e1c19132021222c181b2510111b0d09140f0a1519111d271b272c222e140a160e091406071100010a141f286a
7b83adc3cab0cad0b3d1d7aecfd4adc8d0a7c1c79eb6be92acb288a3ab7ea0a582a8ae547d814f757b537479273a43030c152b2935645c681007100700060a01
09170e16140b13050004050004110810150c14150c14150c14150c14150c14150c14150c14150c140700051408121f1521211821170f1b120d1618141f1e1d25
4e4f5944484f3e434d4950575d666f6e787e717c856e7982646d765259626c72797b7f864b4b512522262c22273225283825293f27274327284828274e292751
2928542b27522b273c1e1d3a211f3c23213d24223d24223c23210000524e41545043554e3f4b43323f34213c2d1846321b513a1f94765991704f926b499a714c
a67854a6764e99673f8a583093633f9769469a6c49946643895b388153308355328759368d5f3c8d5f3c8e603d9163409668459c6e4ba17350a177558f6c50b1
947aa88f795d48371709000a00000d090a0a070e00000500000700000b02050f0806110a070e09050c0a05080600000701000500000500000500000500010700
040d040c180f170500050500071f14222f24322519291c10201c152413131f0d101a0f101a191520221d28241c281e121e130915050007140f1a21222c1c232c
343f4885969ec5dbe2c5dfe5cae8eecbeaedcfe9efcbe4e8c2d8dfb0c9cd9fb9bf8fb0b3698d926d95964e72773d5c5f192a320d141b3b37422c232c0600050b
020a11081012091110070f0d040c0b020a0b020a050004050004110810140b130b020a393038544b53271e270300070c04100e0815140f1a27222f24222d1616
22181b25010611323942545c67515c65505d6767757d76848e74838b6b7981646f785b656b656b7263656b3835391e14193023263825293c24243f2122411f1e
461e1d491f1e4e211e4d24203c1d1c3017152c131130171539201e3d242200004b43374e463a4e4536463b2b3c2e1c3b2a1546301952381e9476599b7858a079
57a077529d6f4b99694197653d96643c9666429668459668459163408a5c39865835855734865835885a378b5d3a90623f9668459c6e4ba0724fa37552a07654
957056ae9079a08471523c2e1102000800000d080b06050d00000700000800000d0305110907130b08100c050e0c04090a03050f080a130c0e10090c09020507
00040b020a10071011081107000908000b190d1d281c2c271b2d2115271a122410101c11141e181923221e2925202b211925190d190d030f1006121b16212021
2b0e151e16212a596a7290a6ad8da7adafc9cdb6d0d4c0d9ddcce0e5d1e3e8cce0e5c3dce0bbd8db8aadaf8fb2b47091945e787c2d3d4210161d342d3621151f
0500040800070d040c10070f1108100f060e0d040c0c030b050004050004130a12140b130c030b3e353d696068514a5317121f12101c0b08161c1c283b3a482f
313d1115220d121d00000b1a222d353f4b3d4a544f5d686a78826e7e8962707a717f87646f78505a6052596056585e36343823191e35282b3924283d25254325
264723234a22214c201f4a1d1a461d193a1b1a2e151329100e2e1513371e1c3b2220000040322744362b47382a4130213b26153b2410472c1653361c99765aa4
7f5fab8260a479549767439060389a6840a6744c9c6c4895674490623f8d5f3c8d5f3c8c5e3b885a378557348355328a5c399466439e704da47653a67855a577
549f75539e775dad8a74907261422b1d0f00000800000c090c00010900000800000900010e0505110c07140e071011050f0f050a10090c140d10140d100c0508
050002050004090008140b140600080b000e0e02121206181e12242a1d31281b2f19112312121e191c262526302c283326212c1c1420160a160e04101d131f29
242f2b2c361118210f1a234c5d6580969d7e969da8c1c5b2c9ccc3d6d9d2e2e6dcebefe0eff3dcf1f4d7f1f3b7d5d6bbdbdca0bebf8ea5a84f5c601a1c222f24
2c160a120700040500040700060e050d130a12140b131209110e050d050004050004130a120f060e0900083b323a786f77817c854646522428350f12222c313e
5257663c414e1118270b131f000514020e1a0c1826202e394a57656c7c876b7a885765707a8791646f78404a50373d4442444a3432362b21263c2f3239242840
2828482a2b4e2c2b4f27264c201f4518153d14103819182c1311270e0c2b1210341b19381f1d000039241a40291f432b1f4027193a1f0f3d200d48291456341b
9c755aa27859a477569f714d9968449c6a42a8734cb07e56a1714d9567448c5e3b8a5c398e603d9163408c5e3b8658358254318b5d3a996b48a57754ab7d5aab
7d5aa67855a07352a67d62ac8670856351351c0e1100000a00000e090c00000500000800000900020f08061210081414081213070f11050b140a0f140d10110a
0d0600030500040500050600061309150500080f031314081a0d0113170a1e2d20343022391d15281d1d292427312d2e382d2934231e291b131f1d111d1c121e
2c222e3e3944464751303740303b44708189abc1c8b1c8ccc6dbdecce0e0d7e4e8dfeaece3ebf0e1eceedae9edd3e9e9d4eef0daf5f4c8dfe2becfd0747b802b
282c32232c1c0b140700040500040500040d040c170e161b121a170e161108100500040c030b1209110800070500042920286a61698e8b936b6f7c3f4857242d
3c3f4b595e67763b4755182432222e3c202c3a06132100010f0815233d4a58697886717e8c62707b848f9969727b363d441f252c30303633303432282d403336
372428422a2a4d2f30533130522d2b4b2120411612350e0a3517162a110f250c0a2a110f331a18371e1c00003c1d1441221946261b4422163f1c0d421e0c4f29
155c341c9f765b986d4e936443966642a1704cac7a52b17c55ad7b53a2724e9668458b5d3a895b388e603d92644190623f8c5e3b895b389264419e704da97b58
ae805dac7e5ba77956a07352aa7e61ac826a815b473215051500000e0100110a0c00000200000700000905030f0c0813130a13160a121a070e16060c10060b18
1015241c21271e2620171f160d160f05110c010f050008110515180c1e1003171709202e20373729412a22352d2d392e313b2e2f392a2631221d28231b272f23
2f362c3843394559545f6667715057604d58618d9ea6cce2e9d6edf1dcedeee0eeeee6edf0e9eff0e7ecefe4eaebdde6e8d4e5e4def2f2e4fbf9deeff0dfebeb
9292963a30343c282f2a161d0e020a05000405000410070f1e151d241b231c131b1209110b020a140b1310070f050004050004120911423941706f7777818d56
67764253625364735f6e7d3a49582a39484958674f5e6d243040000919030f1f2e3a4a596575727d8d79859388909b707780373d4414181f252229332d32352b
303e3134382529412b2b4c3031523231512e2c4a222140171334100b3618172b1210270e0c2b1210341b19381f1d0000461e174b231c4f281e4d2419471e104a
200f572b1863361fa2755b97694b915f3f966541a6724fad7b53a9744d9e6c44a1714d9769468e603d8a5c398b5d3a8f613e9264419365429769469c6e4ba375
52aa7c59ac7e5baa7c59a67855a37453ab7a5ead8067825c46371706170000120400140c0b00000100000500000808040f100912160b131b0b111e080e1a070c
0e02081e161b3b323a534a52564d5641374320152307000a0500091206181a0d211a0d211e10272d1f363b2d453c334937364431343e2d2e382a26312b263135
2d39473b47504652594f5b706b767b7c865c636c4e596285969ec2d8dfcee2e7d9e6e8e0e8e9e6e9ebebeceeefeef0eeeff1eaf0f1e7f1f1dcedece3f4f3e2f0
f0edf5f69d9a9d3c2f3342282e371f251d0e170e050d0a0109150c14261d252c232b211820130a121108101b121a10070f0b020a120911090008170e1642404b
6d7c8a6279875c72806379876278864659684053626576856c7d8c465564232f3f1b27372631413b46565e6979808998868c97797e8844484f181921211e2531
2b3033292e372a2d3a272b412b2b4a2e2f4f2f2e4f2c2a492422431c183a18133a1c1b2f16142a110f2e1513381f1d3c2321000052241e5729235a2d2457281e
5022155223135d2e1b693922a6755ba67456a27050a06f4b9e6a4798663e925d3689572f9d6d49996b489365428c5e3b885a378b5d3a9466439b6d4aa67855a7
7956a87a57a87a57a87a57a77956a57754a47554a77557af80668a624a401e0c180000140500140d0a0200010000040202080a050e130a121a0c121e0c11210a
0e1d080c13070d1910182d242c473e46554c55493f4b281d2b0a000d0d01111004161b0e2225172e2719312b1d353d2e484e455b3736442f323c2b2c36312d38
3c37424d45515c505c6056625e546076717c80818b5e656e49545d7c8d95b9cfd6c7dbe0e0e9ebe6e9ebeae9ebece9ecf0ebeeefecefedeef0eaf0f1dce8e8e1
edede2ececf1f4f69d96993523283b1d24391c232a1b24180f171108101b121a2e252d332a32251c24130a12140b131e151d1209111b121a312830130a120500
041b1c265b6d7a627d8d6881916e8797758b9c627889576c7d6a7c8e6c7c8e5d6b7d515c6f424d602731441a22353a42556e748581869183869056575f24232b
242027322a2f30242a3122253c292d402a2a452a2b4729284a292649262446241f44231e3c201f331a182e1513331a183c232140272500005c2b216130266432
285f2d2157271758261462311d6e3c24a7765cb17f61b68464ab795793623e804f297b49217949219b6b479a6c499668458d5f3c855734885a37946643a0724f
b0825faf7e5cac7b59a87755a67553a67553a67553a576559f7153aa81668c684f412512170100140600130e0b02010300000502010909060e110a13170c141c
0c121d0a0f1b090e1b10180c060d08010a160f182e2430342a36271a281407151507170f03151b0f212b20342c2135251c323930465752653331422d2c3a2d2a
383933404d45515f5561685c66695d67554c55716c7581808861676e4e596284959dc5dae3d6eaf1eef8fdf1f6f9f0f0f4edebefe8e6eae2e2e6dde0e3dae0e1
dee8e8e2eaebe2e8e9f3f0f39d90942d171d33131a34161d37242b22161c1b0d1322161c35292f3a2e34291d23160a10170b1122171b180d112c21254c414524
191d0800010f0c1350606b617a886a8595738e9e819daf7692a45f7b8e5e778b586f835f74886b7c915f6c802b344904091d202337585c6d7b808d858b965f62
6c2d2c3426222933292d2f22252d1b1c412c29442b274528254726214826214927224d29244d2b264223203a1d193517163a1d19432524472a2600006c392a6e
3c2a703e2c703f2b6e3d296b382266341c633218a7765aa77759a1725193624083532f7c4d2681522b895a339769459569469668459567449466439365429463
419463419c6b49a16f4da77553ab7957af7b59ad7957aa7654a27352a48263a0866a846e562a18051105001a130e0100000e0e14050511070916070916181725
2923321a121f110713271e2708050d14131b16121d0c07121c121e3428342d1f2c0f010e1c0d1c2b1e2c312936342e3b413f4b4d4f5c4347542c2f3f2420373a
324950475d5e52646053616356606d6169766a706c65687673777272765f666b626d7682939ca1b6c0b1c3cecbd8e2dbe4ede7f1f7e7f1f7dee8edd8e2e7dde7
ece5f0f2e0e7eae5e8ebfaf7fae9dee25d4a4e15000051313768484f351b21331d232a12182b151b402b2f3b262a2b17182e1a1b4b3738200c0c32221e61514d
5747423d2d28362621251d1c0a141a2b3f4c7d94a285a1b384a5ba86abc1597e984e7590678ba7597a9548627c3a4d66333d53262b3f16162804061847516499
a5b57e86921d202a161317392f2f40302c432d263f241b47271c4e2c215530265a322b5a322b58302a562d2947211d47211d47201e47211d47201e47211d0000
6936226b38246d3a246e3b256c3a2268361e643319602f13a57458a374539b6c4b8a5c397a4c287648247f522b895c3594684594684596684595674495674494
6643966543966543a16f4da47250aa7654ad7957ae7a58ac7856aa73529f72519b80609d8b6e897961271c090a020017120f000001090a12010310060919080a
1c171828252132150f1e100a172a253204050f12151f171520110c171e14203529353628352414211d0f1c3125313c34403c38433f424c474e573a454e262e3a
3f3b534e435f5a4e665c4f635849585447515b4d5361565a61575b6d6a6d707074666d72717e889cacb7c1d4e3d2e6f3cad7e1d8e3ece3eef7e2f0f6dbe9efd6
e6ebdbeaeee4f1f5e8eff2ececf0f1eaeda6999d3f292f32161b5939406a474f3c1e2543262d34181d2d1318432a2c422b2d2912141d0707372121291515422f
2c59494450403b4c3c3747373228201f0108111f303f73899a8ca8bb88abc17fa6c05c87a26793b06e96b46286a254718c485e76414d6333384c2020320e0e20
2f384d6671855f667520232d161015332826412d283f241b4c2d20512e1f583022593123572e24532a204f241f4b201b4b201d49201d49201d49201d49201d49
201d0000622f1b64311d67341e69362068361e65331b6130165e2d11a06f539d6e4d92634280522f72442071431f7e512a8c5f38956744956744956744966845
966845966845996846996846a67553a77654aa7856ab7957ab7957a87654a773519c7250967a5da291759a8b762f23130a0200140f0c04030505060e00010d08
0c190f1020191a2a231f30130d1c16101d37333e292a3430333d312f3a231f2a241c28342834392b3834243120121f3b2f3b4b434f48444f44454f444953363f
48242936514b62574d66594d6554475b4e3f4e4a3d474f434b544a4e3c35384c494c52545a4d545b5f6b778d9facb7ccddccdfeeccd7e0d9e0e7e1ebf1e2eff3
ddecf0dae9eddfecf0e5eff4eff6f9eaeaeec6c0c54b3f451d0910553b4161424b66464d33151c45292e361c212d13184b34385a45493a272b1b080c1a090c2d
1e21493c3f4e4242443a3a4e4444473f3e1d1b1f00071522354a758ba290acc28aaac381a5be759cb68ab3ce799eb86f91aa6480975b7188566377464e613032
441d1f31292e43373c51484b5b3e3a452c20263d2c2b4e35314122195531255931235a3123582f2153281f4c21184519143f140f49201d47211d47211d47211d
47211d47211d00005d2a16602d1964311b67341e67351d65331b623117602f1399684c9566458a5b3a794b286c3e1a6f411d7f522b8e613a9365429365429567
44966845986a47996b489c6b499d6c4aaa7957aa7957aa7957aa7957a87755a67553a574529d7452907659a5957cb2a38e4338280801000e0b0807070b00040b
00000c090d1a1112221b1a28231d2c150f1c20182447424d595c66515660454650322e3928202c2a202c322431352532261825443844564e5a504c574546503f
444e30394220253249435a4d405a4b3d55473a4e4a3b4a4e414b564a525b51562f272c3d3b3f3f434a38404b4855637285949bb0c3b0c3d2d1dae3dae1e4e0e8
ede2ecf1e1eef2e0edf1e0edf1e2ecf1ebf2f5d2d5d87e7b7f14080e1a07105d444c6345505c3d4621050a3d2328381e23321b1f604b4f84717568585d3d3034
14080e292126423c4347434a413e453a3941292830080d1a0d1c315065808fa9c38faac481a1ba8eb0c996bad39abed77497ad6f8ea36a8397667b8e63738556
627241495a3337483d3f552423394640516258644d3d434f39395c3f3c47241c542b20562d1f582c1f572b1e53261d4d20174418133f140f47211d44211d4421
1d44211d44211d44211d00005d2a16612e1a65321c6a37216b39216b392168371d67361a8f5e428d5e3d855635784a276d3f1b70421e80532c8f623b90623f92
64419466439769469a6c499c6e4b9f714ea0724faa7c59a97b58a87a57a67855a67855a67855a67855a078598e7559a5977fcbbeaa62594a0801000906030909
0d00030d01030f0a0e1b10121f1b1826241e2b1b131f2c232c544f58636670464d562c2f39201e291e19242218242b1d2a3224312f1f2c4b3d4a5a505c504b56
44424d3d404a2e353e1e222f3f374e3e314b3d2f473f3246493a495346505b4f575e5459433d42514e5550555f46505c5162717b8fa29fb8ceb5cadbd8e2e8de
e4e5dfe6e9e2ebede4eff1e2eff1deebeddce7e9d7dfe4a4a6ac3430370d020a2e1c274b343e5a3e4a4d303822060b3f26283d26283e292d746366a292978d81
87665d652d28312927322d2f3b3e424f404756222a3b020d1d00051a2339578098baacc4e68ba6c67f9cb7a5c2dcb8d6ed9bb8cb7490a26e89996a8091687e8c
687b8a607180505f6e474f62504f6520182f382c3e6a5a67614b52563a3b583533441c154e221752241757271a59291c59271f54251c4e201b481d1846211d42
221d42221d42221d42221d42221d0000622f1b66331f6c3923713e2874422a75432b7342287241258554388758378556357d4f2c74462276482482552e8e613a
8e603d90623f9365429769469b6d4a9f714ea27451a47653a87a57a57956a37754a07653a27855a57b58a87e5ba380608c775ca1957fe0d6c38b83770f090203
020007070b0506100608140c0e1b0d0c1a18162228202c251c25372c345f596060666d2a333c01061003040e18141f251d292d212d3426333727344b3d4a5549
5548404c3f3b463d3e482f343e1e202d3c344b3a2d47382a423f30444a3b4a52445153474f4e454d47414854535b555b664c59675a6c7f859bb2abc7dec2daec
e1ebf1e4e7e9e1e7e8e3ebece7f0f2e4eff1d9e6e8d3dee0b6bec365696f07020b1c131c402e393a25304e323e3b2028351c1e4933334531314937387b6c6f9f
9399938a927a777f595b673b404f1c2437253246394a5f22354c00132c00112f2641677f9bc59fbae192acd093afccb8d3edcbe4f89db6c6879eac7d93a07188
926b828c6c808d677b885b6e7d566174524e6520122a200e21533d4b654a525635374a22214217105221175624185b271b5c2a1e5d2a225a282054231f4d221d
44211d40221d40221d40221d40221d40221d00006936226e3b2774412b7a47317e4c34804e367f4e347e4d317c4b2f8354338859388557347e502c7c4e2a8457
308c5f388f5e3c91603e9564429968469d6f4ca17350a37754a57956a377549f75529d75519e7652a17955a77f5bab8561a889688d7a619b907cf0e8d7b0aa9f
221e18010000030309090a140d0f1b0c0e1b09071315101d2d242d30252d42343a665e63959ca3434e57050c15090c1629273238303c3529353224313f2f3c49
3b48483c483c323e39343f3e3c4734353f21202e393046362a4236283f4031444d3e4e5244514b3f493e3740322d3640414b424a563b4a594a5f737690a89ebd
d8b8d1e7eaf4faeaeeeee2e8e9e3ebece7f1f1e2eeeed4e1e3c9d4d6959da22d3137030007281f283b29363b25334025342c1119452d2d4e3a3545322f4c3c3b
7366698981868380887e808c858c9b5c677b14243c00142c2a435f3d59762341601131560f2e5b4664936987b2a2bde3c1dafac2daf2cee3f6afc5d3aec3cd9f
b2bb899ca5788d9670879169818d6077855e6c7e5650672f1d361200113b223171525b6844464f25245a2c265f2d23632f23663024663024602b2359261e531f
1b491d1844211d3f221d3f221d3f221d3f221d3f221d00006e3b2773402c7a4731804d3785533b87553d86553b8655397645298152318b5c3b8b5d3a85573381
532f8558318b5e378e5d3b905f3d9463419a69479d6f4ca37552a57956a57b589e74519c745099734f9874509e7a56a3825dab8a65aa8f6f8c7c64988e7bf7ef
e3c7c2b82e2b280000000000060b0c1611131f0e0e1a07020f140f1a30272f362a3049393e686164e3eaf178878f27303924293344454f49444f392d392b1d2a
433340493946413340342834362e3a403c47373540251f2e32293f32243c35253c413245514252544755483e4a3a323e2826313539463742522f41543d556d69
86a18fb1d0aac5dfeef9ffedf0f2e3e9eae3ebece5f0f2dfeceed0dddfc4cfd180888d0e10160f0b122b1f292d1b26462e3a3c202c23081046312e47362e3d2d
28473a366a606277717675767e7e86919da8bb74879c1129410000161b3a5b597b9e486e92274d77001545092a5d375683b1ccf3e0f7ffc5dbf3c8dcefc4d6e3
d2e3ecbccdd59eafb78399a0758c966a858e5e7a876070825f5970423049130012351c2b86656e815d5f6438377c4c466e3930703a2e70372c6c3328632b2458
231b4f181545141046211d3f221d40221d3f221d40221d3f221d00007b48347c49357e4b35804d3782503884523a86553b87563a815034875837895a3980522f
7446227244207c4f28895c3594634194624092613f9362409567449c6e4ba07451a278559a7450987450977651997954a1815ca98b66b49671b39c7b8e7f6ab3
ab9af0eadff6f2eb3434300000010b0c140508121919250f0f1b1b17222b242d362c312215183221228a8183b8c2c7b9cad2a8b3bc69707923242e07030e1e14
2040323f2919262f1f2c362633382a3733293529212d1c1722150e1d160b2124162e39294048394c4d3e4e443745352b3727222d1616221d2231212c40293c53
4c66827c9bbc92b6da98b6d3d1dfeae7eef1eaf3f5e8f3f5e4f1f5cfdce0b6c3c7b1bbc05f676c1d1f251c181f291e263c29323c232d24061145292e57413a25
150a42342c857b758a8281737073797d84818c9694a4b68198ac7994ae7b9cb8789cbf6f97bb719cc37ea7d35b80b22344770625523c577ea0b7d8e5f8ffe9fb
ffdae9f7e5f3fdc4d3db9eafb7879ba279919b708b946987947486984d4960392841473548735d6b85666f7f5b5d7145445c2c26663128642e225f261b5b2116
571d16571d165a1e1c55221e431d193c1e193f1f1a3e201b41211c40221d00007b48347c49357e4b35804d3782503884523a86553b87563a835236885938895a
398254317749257547237e512a8b5c3595634194624093613f936240956744996d4a9d7350a07854906c48906f4a93734e9678539c815ba38a64a9926ca89574
9c917dbeb6aaf5f0e6f5f3ed3e3d3b00000204080f0306100f0f1b0a08131a151e3128304d42464335353625245f5756c2ccd1c0d4dbafbec6757e8734374116
121d1e142031233032222f362431362633362633302430281e2a1f17231a121f1b0e2226182f38293d4536494839493f3240302632221d2a141623171f301625
3a1d324d3e5c7b7091b688afd791b2d3c7d8e7dce6ece1edf3dfedf3dae8eec3d1d7a8b7bba1abb04c5358171a1d1d171c2b1e2238252a3c1f262a0a114a2c2d
56413838291b594c428c837a84807a6f6f6f737a7f77848e99acbb92abbf99b6d0a1c5e19cc4e386b2d577a5c976a2cb6d96c37499c75a79a43a557b5f7697b5
c8e1ddecffcddcebe8f6ffd5e3edbecfd8b3c6cfafc7d1a0bcc8809eab697e8f515369574d6567586b6856635940485f3e4068403f5f312b633127632d215f26
1b5b2116591e17591e175b1e1c55211d461d1a411e1a421f1b43201c44211d45221e00007b48347c49357e4b35804d3782503884523a86553b87563a85543888
5938895a398456337d4f2b7c4e2a82552e8b5c35966442956341946240946341956744986c499b734f9d77538968438c6c478f744e967d579c855fa28d66a592
6ba29273b5ab98cfcabffbf7f0f4f4f050505000000200000702050f03030f04020d16111a2e2429574a4d60504f3c2a25322927b4c1c5b3c9d0a8b9c17b868f
484d572b293421192520121f3a2a373a283537253230202d281a272115211a101c160b191f12262a1a3137263b4030433f3141352a38261e2b1b16230e11210f
192c0c1c3511294736577a6f94ba90b9e59dc1e5bcd1e5cedce7dae8f3dbecf5cddee7b3c4cc99a7ad8993982d34371314161e1719291b1b361d1f3a1c1d3814
1652312e523c2f514535796d5f958d82827e776d706c71797a7381878ea3ad95b0c0aac9debae0f8b5ddfb95c3e177a6c76896ba80a8d08aafd784a5cb6884a8
576f8d7085a0b1c2d7e8f6ffe4f0ffdeebf9cbdbe6b8cdd7b6ccd9adc7d387a3b06076876e778c7271876d67784e445038252c4d3233603d3b5228215f2e245f
2b1f5f261b5d23185c1e185c1e185d1e1c59201d4b1e1b46201c46201c48221e49231f4a242000007b48347c49357e4b35804d3782503884523a86553b87563a
87563a885938895a398759368456328456328659328b5c35986644996543956341946341956744966c499a724e9a76528c6c478f714c957c569d8660a59069a9
966fab9a73a79a7ac6c0afdddad0fffdf7f5f4f26a6b6d00000400000700050f01010d04020d1610171d12163e30305a4a46452f282b211caababbadc5ccabbf
c692a0a8787f88666771544c584234412f1f2c301e2b2e1c292b19262313201b0d1a14081411041225162a2a1b2f3323363829393527372b202e1f172413101e
030718040f2300112d0821413152776f97c095c2f0a5cdf5b5cfe9c3d5e7d6e8fadbeefdc3d7e4a6b9c28a99a16e7b7f14191c1313132016162818143117133d
1b164c231f5c39314d3729665b489085759a938485837775797278818079898a768a91819ba798b6c7a8cee2a6d0e892bfd978a6c36997b57fa9c8779cbc8eaf
d0aac8e78aa4c05a6f8a788aa3c5d6ebe1eeffecfaffddedffb9ccdba6bccaa8bfcd9eb7c58ca2b3909fb36e778c4f54633b3944382e33513d3d573a373e1911
572b205b291d5f261b5e24195f211b5e201a5e1f1d5b1f1d501f1d4c211e4f221f4e232051242150252200007b48347c49357e4b35804d3782503884523a8655
3b87563a8a593d895a398859388a5c398d5f3b8d5f3b8b5e378a5b349c68469a6644966442946341946643956b4899714d987450967651977c569b845ea48f68
aa9972b0a27ab5a880b1a888c9c5b4dfded6fdfdf9f4f4f48a8d9004080e0000070409140a0b150b0a121d171c13090b1b0b0a3f2d284e362e483e38b8c8c9be
d8dec4dae1bbcad2bac1cabbbcc6aba3af8f838f1a0a171e0c19230e1c23111e23111e20101d1b0d1a1a0b1a26162929182d2c1c2f2e1f2f2a1c2c2217251710
1f0d0b1c00011500071d0007240012331a3f67537faa77a6d784b0dbb0cce9b7cde4d2e9fddaf2ffb8cedf96acb9778a93525e64070d0e1c1b1923191428120b
301009461e176639306b4539533f2c776c58998f7c9c96858e8c7f82857a828a8588979570838677919783a2ad8eb1c094bccd94c0d38fbcd18cb6ce6d95ad82
a6bfa9cbe4c8e8ffbbd6f0889fba5e738e526580b0c0d9d8e8ffe9faffd6e8fbb5cadbb1c7d5bcd3e1c3dae88da5b7586d803f4e5c414a53413f43453a384932
2e41201851281d58281b5d271b60261b61231d62221c601e1d5b1e1c59212053222056232155242258252357262400007b48347c49357e4b35804d3782503884
523a86553b87563a8c5b3f895a398859388d5f3c9466429567438f623b8a5b349d69479b6745996543956442946643946a47976f4b94734e9c7e5999805a9a85
5e9f8c65a5976fb0a37bb9ae86bab493bcb9a9d4d4cef5f5f3f3f5f5adb0b314181f0000070d0f1b1c1d2716131b332b302c1f221a0908321e19563e366e625c
c0d1d2c6e2e8cde3eac6d5ddced7e0dfe0ead2cdd8b7abb726162326142125101e240f1d25101e2614212919262a1b2a2313262413282414272415252114221c
111f150e1d0e0c1d0d122607152d000f2d000f33082e5833608e4a7bad507dab9fc0e3a3bcd8c5dff9d0ebffa4bed08097a55d727c2d3b410b11122d2a27291b
15250d05300e0351281a8252457b5243725d49887f699a917c9b96829a9989898d808089808e9c96829493849b9e85a3aa88a9b191b7c3a5cedcb4ddecb7dff0
6188987fa3b5a9cadfceedffdffaffc3ddf7778eaa3145634254717a8ba7b6c8e1ccdcf4b8ccdfa2b7c8a3b9c7adc4d2708e9f4d6b7c4d657152636b3b42452e
29263d2b264e31284b25195426195d271b62281d65251f63231d631f1e5f1d1c5e22225b23225c24235d25245e262560282700007b48347c49357e4b35804d37
82503884523a86553b87563a8e5d41895a398859388f613e9a6c489c6e4a93663f8a5b349f6b499c6846996543956442946643936946946e4a93724d9a7c5791
7a548c79528e7d56958860a49971b4ac83bab594a9a696c5c5bfececeaf1f4f6c8ccd221272e0000071416222e2f391d1a224d454a625558453531432d266149
3f81766dcddedfceecf2cae2e9b7c8d0bcc5ced0d1dbc7c2cdaca0ac6b59665c4755452f3d2d1826210c1a1f0d1a2515222b1a291f0f221e0d221d0d201c0d1d
1a0d1b180d1b150e1d100e1f373c51303e56203654112f541e44703c68994477ab4170a188abd187a5c4b1cdeac0dbf58aa5bb637c8c40555f07151b171d1e41
3c392d1e16210900310e005f32229a67588a5e4b9f8b749e957f988f799b9681a3a391898c7e767e7289958d8ea09b92a9a790abad8bacb197bac2aed5dfc0e6
f2c1eaf583aab48bafbba0c3d2c6e5f8ddfbffd4eeff9eb6d46d82a32538593e4f6e7485a2aabcd5b8c9de9fb1c38ea1b08ea5b36689994f768652727d4c646b
3441432f302c3a2e283b23194622165024175b271b63291e67272167251f651f1e611d1c62242460242461252562262663272764282800007d48327e4933804c
34824e3684503886523988543b89563a925f438c5a3c8a58389361419f6e4ca1704e9767438a59379d6a4a9d6848986644956442946643956a45966e4994714b
9778518c734d836e477e6f49867a56968f6aa9a380b2af9499978bbabbb7e5e5e5f3f3f7dadbe52a2e3b00000c141a2b313748151b2c52576482828e6560694c
42475b4c4f7a7578e9f7fde7ffffdbeff6bac8d0b5bcc5c5c6d0bcb7c2a096a2ad9fac93818e63515e36243119071412000d1707141d0e1d1a0c1c190b1b180a
1a15091911091b0c0c1e070e230211264e637e4c65853f5d8234567f4069965a86b95f92c65687b9749ac47391b5a0bddeb0cde87992a85167782f3f4a000005
2628284f48432e1f171d06002d0e01603929a075668a6654bfae99ada790968f7a9b9682a9a79585887a6971657e8a848b9e9b8ea9a88eadb088acb292b7bfa8
cedab4dceab6dae6c0e1e8c5e3e9c0dde6bbd7e4c5dff1cbe4fab5cae593a5c27485a45e6f8c6f809daebed7d2e2fac2d4e7acbed1a5bed26c96af4f7f973f68
7d3051602e434c414a4c3a34331301003e21184a231958271d612a2164292266262061201d5e1d1a622523612624622725632826642927652a28000078432a79
442b7c472e804b328550378b573b8f5b3f925e42905c40915d41915d40925e41946043956144956144966245915e429563459c6a4aa37250a87854a97a53a57b
52a27c529c7a51a1845d967f5a91815f968c6f88836888866fa9a997e6e7dfc2c2c0b9b6b9f1eef6ddd9eab4b5cbbec3de7e8caa1c31521b365632506f556e8e
5f7391616f8d8990abbcc2d9ecf6ffe9f4fde3ecf5d6dde6c5c8d2afb0ba9c9aa5928d98574f5b635965796d796f616e3f313e2113201c0e1b1105110b040d07
020d231d2a342f421f253c182b4624486628597b2a5f862a608b3a6896426e9f3762952e5d8f457aae70a4d47ca3cf476790415d817b93b1899db4475665060e
19000002211b1a3026212719112211083f2a21664f45998177cdb9ac98937f9694809995849b97879d978c9a9991949a958c9a9a8ea8aa76989d5f8892608c99
76a3b398c4d7b7e0f5cdf0ffd7eef2dceeeddbebefdaeaefd9e8f0d7e7f2d8e7f5d8e6f8bbc7dd69778f8391a9dbebffe9f9ffd3e3fcc1d1ea9cb7d75286b031
6e9a255c8334618250728b5a6f804a515a383134382424442620502821592a215d2a2260292062272061261f632b266028235c241f59211c59211c5c241f0000
7a43287c452a7f482d834c318851368d563b915a3f935c41925b40935c41935c41945d42965f44976045976045966246915d449362469c6a4ca37250a97854a9
7a52a97a52a57c509d7850a3845dac94729988697e755c918c77a1a18f8b8b7fe6e6e0e3e2e0efe9eefffafff2ebfee9e9ffccd3f26a7c9f011e4500264e123d
64244f76294e763b5a817e95bbc9d9f8dae5f5e3eaf3e6edf6e2e7f1d4d7e1bcbfc9a5a6b09795a0696570645f6a433b473e36426056625046522115210f060f
0f0b12141118312b3838384a1f2a44193454225276205f872366932163922e6499316197254f85204c813d73a470a2d281a8d44e6e973f5a80657b9968789030
38490407110502052d25243228231a0c061c0e0853453f786a648e7f7baea59c9493839595839794849994879a938a96948e8f93938595966c888e5981884d7b
885181916697ab87b4cda7d0ebc2e1f6dbeef1e4efebe4eeede3edede1eceedfebf1dfeaf3dde9f5c3cfdf7784988291a6c4d4edcfdefac3d4f0c8d9f6b9d5f9
74abda5897c94c83b2507fa65d7f9e5b6f86444c58322c334937385336335a342e5c3128602f25632e25672e25672e25632c255f29225c251e58221b59221b5b
251e00007a43287d462b814a2f864f348a53388e573c90593e915a3f925b40935c41935c41945d42965f44976045976045966246915d449362469c6a4ca37250
a97854a97a52a97a52a57c50ab865e9f8059aa9270ac9b7c8f866d8b8671969684919185bebab4d8d1d3fff9fef0e8f4eae3f6f7f7ffaeb8d6374b6e10315617
426729597d3162862e597e3f65897fa0c3c8e1fdd8e7f6dee9f2e0e9f2dbe4edd2d9e2c3cad3b5bac4aeb1bb7f808a6f6d78605c67534e59453d493a323e2e26
32201922151118231f26413946403b4e232a45233c5c305e822b67903676a43472a2396da3356299234b811b457b3d6ea072a2d0769ac44c6a8f354d6f3f5370
3342570b12210000050e0b0e3f37364238331d100c261915766965938682867b7998918a939486929482969383969085948f858f8d87878b8b7c8c8d57737950
7781507d8c5587996696ad81aec79cc7e2b9daefdcecf0e5efebe5efeee6f0f0e4eff1e2eff3e1ecf5deeaf6e7f3ffadbaceaab9cec6d6efb4c5e199abc899aa
c995afd38bb9e479afda73a2ca7599bc758fa968768852535d42373b664f4c6a4843693f3865362c642f26682f266b30296d322b6329235f28215f251f5b241d
5d231d5d261f00007b44297e472c844d328952378d563b8f583d8f583d8e573c925b40935c41935c41945d42965f44976045976045966246915d449362469c6a
4ca37250a97854a97a52a97a52a57c50aa855daf9069a78f6dab9a7baaa1888f8a75848472a4a4988f8b85aaa1a3e7dfe4dcd4e0ddd8ebe2e3fd75819f1a3153
496d915482a5669abd6aa1c26395b7628fb0779fbe97b7d0e4faffe2f1f9d5e3ebc6d4dcc0cbd4bec9d2c5ccd5c7ced7a6abb59a9da79697a1716f7a2d293417
131e2b2732302b34161017281f274437453b34471b203b203556365f84366f985592c04b87b74777ad39639a21477d1a42784170a27ba8d649699232496e1c32
501628410712250000090000041a1518514948625957463b394b403e8d8383958d8c7c73758d88858e9084909281928e81908b808e88818686827d8483738387
5b79805b848e6292a0699bad73a3ba82b1cb99c4e1b3d4e9d9e9ede2eee8e6f1ede6f3f1e7f3f3e4f1f5e0eef6ddebf6edfcffd8e7fbd7e8fdd7e9ffafc2dd79
8ba85e6f8e536b8d7da2c87ea6cb87a8c98fa9c391a0b4898e997d757a786464765852764e476e3f3565302761281f62271f6729236b2d276327216226206226
2061251f61251f62262000007c452a80492e8750358d563b90593e90593e8e573c8c553a925b40935c41935c41945d42965f44976045976045966246915d4493
62469c6a4ca37250a97854a97a52a97a52a57c509d7850be9f78b79f7d9f8e6fa1987fa6a18c9f9f8da4a49895918b979092d5cfd6ebe6f3ebebfdbec4dd5566
833e5979749bbd75a7c77ab1d27bb5d47ab2cf71a5c15f8ea853798fd8f2fed9edf4d0e1e9c6d7dfc0cfd7bdccd4c0cbd4c1ccd5ced7e0c1c8d1878c96565b65
4b4e5836394325263035323a150c141e131b3526352f24380e0e2a102344325a7f457ba572acdb548dbe36639a163d75002259072a613e699c83acd90f2a500c
203e02132f00071d00000c0000080c09102722255c54538078777c7473777170908c8d827f82706e728a8a8a878a7f888c7b8a887b88857b86827c807f7d777d
7e6d7d82617f86618a956897a76c9fb370a2ba78a9c389b5d29ec1d7d1e4e7deeae4e3eeeae6f3f1e7f3f3e3f0f4deecf4dbe9f4d3e4f3daecffd9ecffccdff8
acbfda7488a54e6280465b7c607a976b84a07f92a98e99ac9799a59991969a86869c807a764f4573443a6a362a60271c5b1e165a1d1560201a63231d64241f65
252065252066262166262165252000007c452a824b308a533890593e935c41915a3f8d563b895237925b40935c41935c41945d42965f44976045976045966246
915d449362469c6a4ca37250a97854a97a52a97a52a57c50ab865ea5865fb09876af9e7f9a9178a7a28dbdbdabb8b8acb2b2aca8a6a7cecbd2f9fbffecf2ff8a
96ac455a756f90ac77a1c072a4c26ba1be669ebb71a8c375a9c15b8ba33e6677a9c5d1b9d1d8cbe1e8d4eaf1d4e8efc7d8e0b6c5cda9b8c0cddbe3acb7c07881
8a515a63484f584249523b404a3d3e4619101810040c21101f25182c02011d000e3032577d6296c07cb4e34e84b51b467d00195100043b00174e315a8d789dcb
00032500052100011900000f00000e11121c2b282c3b34365952547e7877958f8e908e8f8482866f71776d717882878a7d82777f8475818175827f75817d777b
7b79737a7d687981587780557e8c5888985c92a56397af6e9fbb7ba6c58cafc5c7dbe0d5e2dedaeae5e1f0eee3f0f2dfeef2d9e8f0d4e4efcfe2f1def2ffc9dd
f4a9bcd595aac56f83a0465c7a44587537455d434d60525766615f6a6d62667460607b5d567f5a506a3e316b382a652d205f23175c1d135b1c145d1d175f1f19
64221d66241f6826216a28236a282368262100007d462b834c318c553a935c41955e43925b408c553a875035925b40935c41935c41945d42965f449760459760
45966246915d449362469c6a4ca37250a97854a97a52a97a52a57c50b28d65967750a08866b3a283a49b82a6a18cc6c6b4dadcd0cfd2ced1d7d8cfd6dbf2fdff
d1e0ef51667a3a556f86aac675a0bd7fb0cc81b4d07eb2cb8cbed699cade85b2c7678e9e7b9aa398b2b8bbd3dad5edf4ddf3facee4ebb7cbd2a4b8bfbbccd496
a5ad7e8c945a656e252e37212a33394049363a41271e260a000414011022152900001a000325385b8186b8e26ca3d2457bac254f8613366e0b28600e2e652a53
86597ca900012200062000001700000f0f111e38373f514b50514a4c4f484a5f5958807e7f8d8c8e73757b6b7178727a8571797e707970757c6d787a6f7b7a72
7c7976787a7a71797e677b825575804c77864c7e90558ba1679cb578abc786b4d294bad2bbd3dacadbd9d3e4e2daecebdcedeed8eaefd2e3ebccdee9d0e3f2e3
f7ffbcd1e58fa2bb8a9fba6e829f3b526e3648612b303f332f3a372e3640313449343152342d5933275c3122643122662f1e672c1e66281c67261c66241d6424
1e64232062201b67231e6b27226e2a256e2a256b272200007d462b844d328d563b945d42965f44925b408b5439864f34925b40935c41935c41945d42965f4497
6045976045966246915d449362469c6a4ca37250a97854a97a52a97a52a57c509a754db1926ba48c6a948364a49b82bcb7a2cecebce5e9dce6f0ebf2ffffdded
f1ebfeffbbd2e03452633d607692b9d380a9c4a1cce7bae5ffbee8ffc8f1ffd2faffbfe4f49fc1cd6b899084a0a6a8c2c8c5dfe5d3ebf2cee6edc1d7deb5cbd2
bdced6a9bac274828a3e4c5427323b121d2609121b1b1f26332a320a00040e000a24172b02011d0000223e61879fd1fb578ebd457bac4670a75174ac4f6ca439
59902b54873a5d8a000e300c122b05071e000214221f2d53505869636860595b4740423c39376261637b7e81676e736e778078858f5f6b7169746c6e76697475
6d76767078777575787a707a7f667b845b7d894e7b8a4d80945a92a977abc78fc3e09fceefacd3edb3ced6c1d8d6cbe1e1d3e8ebd6ebeed3e7eccbe0e9c6dbe5
b2c8d6d0e5f6adc2d5879cb095a9c07f92ab42577238445a45434e473c404534354a333053352e5c382c613627633421622c19672e1b6b2e1e7030246e2f256e
2e286a2c286b2a2762201b65231e6b27226c2a256e2a256927220000925b4090593e8d563b8b54398c553a8f583d925b40955e43743d227c452a824b30834c31
814a2f864f34945d429f6b4f98644b9a694da16f51a77654ab7a56aa7b53a87951a37a4e9c774f9c7d56967e5c8c7b5c857c63918c77a9a997bac0b3ccded9d0
e8e8d7f1f5e2ffff94b6c22247573c63777da5bdc3e8ffc3e8ffc6e8ffcae8ffcde9fccfeafad1eaf8d3ebf59ab5bda6c2c8bbd5dbcbe5ebd3ebf2d0e8efc9df
e6c2d8dfbecfd7bacbd376848c303e462b363f1f2a3309121b12161d19131a10040c2b1a2921142800001308183a6489af90c4ee74acdb6ea4d57da8df7ba0d8
6181b85173aa4972a541649100042613163006061e00000c17112037323b231d22322b2d28242561605e7f8082797e81777f846c77805e6c76627076717d7774
7e727a7c747a7b777a7a7a74797c6d797f6279835c808c5887975d92a868a2ba77adca7cb1d17cadcf7ea9c48dadb8a8c2c6bad4dac4dee4d3edf3ddf6fecbe3
ebadc4ceaac2cebdd4e2bcd1e2a6bbcc9eb2c59bafc274879c4853634c434b4f3d3e493431452b2549291e542c1e5f3222683723642d1a652c1966291964261a
5f23185b2019581d19581c186b2b2664241f62201b64241f6f2d2871312c00008d563b854e33814a2f8a53389861469d664b945d42885136713a1f7942277f48
2d7f482d7e472c834c3190593e9a664a97634a99684ca16f51a67553aa7955aa7b53a97a52a37a4e99744c9b7c559b8361988768958c73a29d88b8b8a6c4ccbf
cee1dcc2deddd0f1f4c4e8ee7aa0ac345d6c4970849ac0d6c6e8ffcae7ffd1e7ffd4e7fcd8e8fadae9f7dceaf5daebf4c2dae1c9e3e9d5edf4ddf5fce1f7fedb
f1f8d5e9f0cee2e9cbdce4cbdae283919938434c29323b18212a0209120c1017130d140800051607160901140000131124455e86ab79afd96ea8d7629bcc6c99
d0668dc55073aa4d73a95783b65d83af0003250f0f2b12122a000010110b1a322d363a32374e47493733346b6a68818383777d7e757d826a787e606e78647479
6a78726f786f7377707376727374766d747966747c5c74805d8391568598588ea4649eb673abca78afd076a7cb76a1c087acbc9ebfc7a9c9d4adcdd8bad9e2c6
e3ecb8d3dc9cb6c2a8c0ccbcd4e0bdd3e0acc0cda8bac7a6b8c58394a35c646f645a5f6551515c4542543931523025552e1e5b2e1e62311d6a34216a3320682f
21662d20632a215f27205b24215c2320682b2763251f5e201a62241e6b2d276f312b0000854e337d462b7c452a8d563ba26b50a36c518d563b753e236e371c75
3e237b44297b44297841267d462b8a533894604495614897664a9f6d4fa57452aa7955aa7b53a97a52a47b4f9671499b7c55a08866a49374a69d84b2ad98c1c1
afc7cfc2e6fcf6cbe9ead3f6f898c0c6517b863661704870819dc0d5cce8ffd3e7fedae6fcdfe7fae3e8f7e4e9f4e4e9f3e1ebf1e6f7ffe1f9ffe4faffe3f9ff
e2f6fddeeff7d9e8f0d5e4ecd8e6eedbe6ef949da6404952272e3711182100010b0a0e151a171e0a060d08000d00000c00041f334c6c6795b967a3cc5393c142
82b14478ae3a679e265086345e945182b46790bd12204408072610102a0d0920171122403b46554d525c55574e4a4b797876868684737a79717a7c6c797d6474
7969797d6976726c776f7076717075727073766c727965727c5b72805f849454839752889f5b96b16ba4c572aacd6ea1c76a98bb86b0c894bccd95bccc92b7c7
9dc0cfabcdd9a1c0cd8ba7b3a2bcc8b9d0dac0d5deb6c7d0b3c2cab3c1c997a5ab767d82857b7f8472737a64646f57506a4b426946376c433472443168392669
3725673425653224612f255e2c245a29255b2824622a255d231d581e185c221c652b256a302a000080492e824b30895237955e439c654a925b407a4328662f14
6b3419713a1f774025763f24733c21774025844d328e5a3e925e459564489d6b4da47351a97854aa7b53a97a52a47b4f98734b9b7c55a08866a79677aaa188b1
ac97b6b6a4b6bbb0e0f1efcee8eabbdce1769ca23b646f3b6473638799a6c5dad3e7fedae6fce1e6fae6e7f7eae8f4ece9f1ece9f0e6eaf0e8f6fce1f5fcdff0
f8daebf3d8e7efd5e4ecd7e2ebd6e1ead7e0e9dde4ed989da7434852292c361417210708121819212b2d331b1b210907130507192936506785a47aaed164a5cd
488fbc3a7ead3a74a92d5f95164479235388487fb06592bf4b59810a0a2c01001e110f2729243758525f5f59604b444764615f86858387878571767370797870
7c7c6878796d7e7d707d79727e78757c79777b7b777a7d7279806b79846079875e84965182964d849d5491ad64a0c06da5ca6a9cc46394b88abbd790c0d88ab8
cf80abc089b0c498bed095b8c784a3b09bb6bfb3cbd3c1d3d8bbcacebac5c7bac4c4a6afae8c8f91837b808174787a696c725d5a6d534d6d4e43714b3d744c3b
5e34235f32225d3021592d20572a2152272050252150241f5b292356221b531d1655211a602a23622e27000080492e8f583d9d664b9b6449895237733c21662f
14612a0f6a3318713a1f763f24743d2270391e743d2280492e8a563a905c439261459b694ba2714fa87753a97a52a97a52a57c509d78509b7c559b83619f8e6f
a1987fa39e89a0a08e9a9d92b3bdbcbbcbcf95adb46e8b944b6f7b567b8b9ebdd0c8e1f5d8e7fcdfe6fbe6e6f8ece6f5efe7f3efe9f0efe9eeeaeaeee3edf3dc
ebf3d9e7efd7e5edd8e3ecdae5eee1e8f1e3eaf3c7ccd6cfd2dc8f909a42404b2f2b36231f2a1b17222e2d352b2f35181f240005100d152650637c85a9c779b4
d65aa1c859a6d2519bc95896ca477fb4265b8f2a60944785b56595c37385b01619410000211a1935363348575160514b52393235746e6d8e8b8887878370736f
717875747f7b6c7b79707f7d7787817987817c86827e84857e82887b828b72818f6782925a80945080974b849f518fad5e9abc66a0c5699ec5659ac18bc2e38c
c4e384b8d577a8c280adc694bdd293b9cb86a8b493aeb7acc3c7bdcecfbac7c5b6c0bcb5bbb4a7aca39596926b676e67606960555d58494c523f3c4f372f5132
275130214e29194f28184c2618472317452016411e163d1b163e1a155327204e20184b1c144e20185829215b2d250000844d32955e43a0694e925b40753e235f
280d5f280d6831166c351a723b20774025753e2370391e733c217f482d8854388d59408f5e42996749a1704ea77652a97a52aa7b53a57c50a17c549a7b54937b
59958465988f769a95809494828b8d82acb0b0bfc6cd9dacb48ca3ad7694a17796a5b7d3e6cee3f7dce6fce4e5fbece5f8efe7f4f1e8f1f1e9eeefebeceaebed
e0e7eedce7f0dee7f0dfe8f1e3eaf3e5ecf5e9eef8edf0fabbbcc6c0bec9817d883a3540322a363028342b232f3e3b43171f240411150000081524336c849c89
b4d165a3c54a97bd57a9d455a6d366a9dc5693c72b6699245f92397baa4f86b3798eba272b540a0b31242343403c54474152342d36352e3176706f8d8b858383
7d6e726b737c7478837b6e7c766c7c767989837b88847e878680868780848a7b848d72849169849451788c4d80964e89a45492b05a96b8629bc26ca2cc71a7d1
81bce281bfe37ab5d770a8c77baeca93c0d796bdd18bacbb8aa5ada3b8bbb5c3c3b3bdb8acb1a8a5a79b9b9c8e8f8e86717078686775605c67574f544e404046
342f422b214027194324154223144021143d1e13391c133719123317113615104b261e481f16431a11481f1651281f552c2300008a53388f583d8c553a7d462b
6a3318622b10693217753e236f381d753e237a4328774025723b20743d2280492e8955398b573e8e5d41976547a06f4da77652a97a52aa7b53a67d51a37e5697
78518c74528f7e5f978e759e99849b9b8995948ac9c5c6d1ced6cad1dac1cfdaacc2d0a3bcccb9cee2cddef3dfe6fbe6e5faede5f7f1e6f4f3e7f1f1eaededec
eaeaececd5dce1d6dde6d8dfe8dadfe9dde0eadbdee8dbdce6dcdae5b9b5c0b8b3be756d79322a36332935362c383327333f3a430f191e000d110000092d404f
8eaac190bedb599cbd4b9dc2479dc74ca1cd62a9dc5494c8266396185789286f9d4179a8788ebd2a2e5c0000281c1c3e53506b4944571c17222b2629726c6b88
86807f80786f7169777e757d867d707c746a797070807a727f7b747e7d757c7f757b82727a85697a89607a8c496f854d7f975590ac5895b55694b85e99bf72a8
d280b8e36babd56eb0d86baad066a1c376acc98fbed894bdd188abba839ea69aafb2abbbb6a9b2a99ca0939291818a88747f7e747d808a75798a6e707d67646c
5f5559574a485140384f3a3042291b41281a3f26183d2317392117371e16341c15341a1447261d431f153e1a10421e144b271d4f2b2100008c5643824d37733e
2869331d652f196d351e793f2880462e733921793f277d44297b4227743e21764023814b2e8a56398a573b8f5d3f9765459f6e4ca67652a97a53a67c53a37d53
a17f5693764f89724d8d7d5b9c9275a9a489aaa891a7a494cac4c3c6c0c7e7e8f2e5ebf6dbe9f4dae9f7cbdae9ebf6ffe3e8f7e8e7f5ede7f4efe8f1efe9eeef
ebecececeae8ececc3cbd0c3ccd5c8cfd6c9d0d7c9cdd4c5c7cdc1c1c7bfbdc1bbb7beb7b1b870676f2e252d312831372e372f253137354012202602161d000f
1a485e6faecce3a2ceeb66a3c366aed2539fc85aa5d16fb2e4609fd1306da12160923278a94c84b37b96c4212b5500001a0b0e2e6868805e5a6b1310181a171a
69686680827b797e756871687780777d88806f7b7368746e6c76726e75746e74756e73766c727969717c607180577183456a805080985e94b15c98b85792b75d
98be75aed788c4ed5a9dc25fa5c863a1c3629bbc75a7c58ebbd492b9cd86a7b68099a199aaababb2afa8aa9f9995858a836e807a617a746380797c7b747d776e
7671666a6b5e5c65564e614f44604a3c49311f4a301e4a2e1c482c1a452818432616422417422316492619441e123f190d431d114c261a502a1e000070403a62
332a55231b531e155d2419672b1f6c2c1f6b2a197b3a2678382273351d6f3418703819743f1f7c48267f4d2b8e59399661419d6b499c6b499668459469449971
4c9e7b55a1825ba18862a8936cac9d77afa37fada681a9a380a3a086c0bbb8f2eef5fffcffe9e9efe2e6ece8ecf2e7ebf1eaeef4e9ecefe8ebeeeaebede9ebeb
e9ebebe8ebe8e6ece7e2ebeacedee2c2d4d9b5c4c8a7b4b69fa7a89ca19e9d9e9aa09e98bab5b2f4efec9a949339353649464a504d542e2d350c121d091b2800
000c0922328099adc6e4fbadd1ed89b3d589b9dd72a7ce679fca578ebd5288bc477db2205a901b578d4a80b185a8ce1e35560000162f38516d6f814444501919
1d282a2a737a77707c766c7d746a7d766a7c776a7b796c7a7a71797a7877797c777a7c767b7a777e767983727a866b7a89637b8d6080975f89a26495b1679fbe
67a2c462a0c45998be5295b65da8c26ab3c769a5bd6395ad7ba5bea0c5db9abed07e9dac89a1a998a2a7aaa5a2b3a59bb6a190a7947d8a7e607a694d7d5f5282
5f57826257846558856858856956856a54856b5173563b725437714e326c482a68402264391c6234175f2f176234226233256233256233256233256233250000
633736582a2a4c1d1a4e1b175d221e682b236f2c226e2b1e7e37277c39247e3c257f422683492a8652308d59368f5e3a8c5534935f3d9d69479b6a4896684593
69469a74509f7e59977954967f599b8861a2916aa79a72aba078ada57ca9a285c6bfbaebe8ecf4f1f5e2dfe3e5e4e6ecebede9e9e9eaecececeeeeeaefeceaef
ece7eeebe8edeae5ede8e4ece7dfeceacbe0e3bed5d9b0c3c6a1b2b19ba5a1999f989e9f97a1a096a7a298dbd7d0908c86434240535254494b5123272e08101c
13213300091e22374b899fb6b6d0ea8ba7c45d7c9d5a7ba04e729c719ac7719dce4c78ad295890174880295a945682b57ba1c519365000051e354054565a6727
262e2021235b605d717b766c7c76677d76657d77677c79697b7a6a797d71787b7b757a80767a7e757d7a777f767983707a86697a89637b8d5c7a915c839d6391
ae679dba68a1c25f9dbf5496ba4d92b15da7b96cb2be71a8b96c98ab84a7bcabcaddabcede96b4c196abb4979ea1a39896b39c92b69a88a3886e8a7756846d4c
865b468a58468758458358437f59417d5c417e5d427d5f42816142826140825e3b845c3885573486543287512e844f2f713c286e3b2b6f3b2b6e3b2b6f3b2b6e
3b2b0000582c2b4e20204617144b18145d221e6a2d25722f25712e217e3727813e298947308f5236955b3c9763419a664399684487502f8f5b39996543996846
966845956b489f7753a3825d91734e8f7650917c5598855e9e9068a99c74b1a67eb1a98ce2dcd5f9f4f7f6f1f4e7e4e7f1f0f2f6f5f7eeeff1edf1f1edf1f1ea
f1f0e9f0efe6f0ece7eeebe3ede9e2ece7dfeceacce1e4bdd4d8adc0c39cadac96a09c969c959d9e96a2a197a29d93c4c0b985817b4f4e4c5a595b3e40461c20
2712172410152a0b112a3d46608d9ab699a9c854698a1b3257112c5324416f7796c789ace04669a010326c0f336f3558966184b86f90b31b354d00132a343e51
393b48110e16363537949794717b766c7d74677d76657d77677c79697b7a6a797d70797b79767a7c777a7a767d76777f737a836e7a86677a89617b8d55768b57
7f975c8ba56096b3619abb5a98ba5293b44c91ac5da2b170afb977a7b5739aaa8aaabbb3d2e1bfe1edb7d6dfa8bfc3939c9b938781a78f83ad8e7b95765b826b
498d704f86594087513e7f4c3875473070462e6d482e714c32724f337e5b3f7f5b3d845c3e875c3d8b5b3d8f5c3c915c3c915a3f78432f764232784132764232
78413276423200004e22214719194213104b18145f24206d3028753228743124813a2a85422d8e4c3594573b975d3e94603e925e3b8e5d39804c2a8b57359462
40986745966845966c49a07854a7835f95755091765090795396815a9e8d66ab9d75b9ac84bbb293e8e1d8f0e9ebe4e0e1e1dcdff0eff1f2f3f5e5e8eae6eced
ecf2f3e9f2f1e7f0efe5efeee2ecebe2ece8e0eae5dce9e7cbe0e3bdd4d8acbfc29cadac96a09c969c959d9e96a1a096b0aba1c0bcb589857f64636161606233
353b151920161a270000120b0a26474868898fb0828fb137486e00123a000b35122f5d6483b47a98cd34518a00155000114f1e38784f699f5e789a1a33490918
2c252d3e252531211d245b5659a4a4a2737c746e7d74697d76677d77677c79697a7b6c797d70787d76767a79777b75777d72787f6f7a836b7b86657b895f7b8d
56798e527d9253839b5488a4548ead5593b15395b45897b1639fab77aab27ea5af7b9aa78fabb8b5d1ddc9eaf2cceaf0bdd3d3919b9783786e9a8171a1816a89
664a7c603c91704d8c5b418a523b7f49327341296b3e256b3f266d432a6e472d70492f72492e73482d76472d77462a7a462a7b44297b432c763e2d763d2e763c
30763d2e763c30763d2e00004a1e1d4416164213104d1a1663282471342c78352b763326853e2e86432e8c4a338c4f338a5031814d2b7c48257544207f4b298a
563493613f966543946643956b489f7753a6825e9b7b569a7c57977e589b845ea59069b19e77bcab84bfb193beb4a8bdb6b3b6b0afc2bebfdfdee0e0e1e3d3d8
dbd9e0e3e7f0f2e4f0f0e2eeeedfeceaddeae8dce7e3dae6e0d5e4e2c9dee1bdd4d8b1c4c7a2b3b29da7a39aa0999d9e969f9e94b2ada3c1bdb69e9a94888785
757476313339080c130205150000120f0c2d4f4f738b92b78796bc4c6389203c661739632649774e71a45173aa26457e00165100003d0317583a4d84465d7e19
2e42081326111623211d284d474c80797b8c8986757b74707c746a7d76697c77697c79697a7b6c797d70787d72777a73787b71787d6f797f6c7b83677c86627c
885e7d8c597f91527e914c7c93487e9548839e4f8da95898b663a0b66ea0a87fa6aa84a0a68098a08fa7afaec7cfc0dee4c4e2e3cbe2df97a0987d71658e7462
99755c835e3e7b5a35906a46925c3f91553d874d357d462d7541287241276f422971442b6f42296d3f286c3c256a372168331d652f19652c17632a176d2f246d
2f246d2f256d2f246d2f256d2f2400004c201f47191947181553201c682d297538307b382e783528863f2f84412c84422b8043277a4021713d1b6d3916683713
814d2b8957359462409665439365429468459b734fa37d599e7d589e7e599d825c9f8660a48d67ab966fb19e77b0a081988c7e968e899d9693bcb9b7e2e2e2e1
e4e6d6dde0e5edf2e1ebf0ddeaecd9e9ead6e7e6d5e3e3d2e1dfd1dedaccdddbc6dbdebed5d9b9cccfafc0bfa9b3afa2a8a19e9f979c9b91a49f95bbb7b0aba7
a19d9c9a7c7b7d30323800030a00000b0402211c193e4f54798694ba93a8cf7695bc5f84ac5b84b05986b35a86b74c74aa3b5e9626427d071e5d1528674c5e93
314563122234060f1e080814201a216d6367978d8d74706a797b73717d736c7d74697c77697c796a7a7b6e787e6e787e6f777c6e797b6c797d6b797f687c8365
7d85607c885c7e8a598090527f8f4b7c90487d934a849b538fa75d9bb56ca3b67da5ab88a4a3899a9b8493978e9ea3a0b5b8a4c2c1a1c0bdd2ebe3a0aa9e7e73
63856956906b51885f3d7e59338a5f3a8d55389051378d4f35874c317f482f79442b744028713e2876432d74412d703d296e3726693120652d1c63281a612519
67261d67261d67261d67261d67261d67261d00005024234c1e1e4d1e1b5926226e332f793c347d3a30783528833c2c7f3c277c3a2376391d73391a6f3b19703c
19703f1b83512f8c5a38966442966543916340906441986e4ba078549975519a79549d7d589f815c9f845e9e855f9b845e958163938573928980a19a93c9c6c3
eeeeece2e8e9d5dde2e6f2f8d8e6ecd5e5ead3e3e8cfdfe3ccdddcc9dad8c8d8d3c4d7d4c0d7dac0d7dbc1d4d7bdcecdb7c1bdabb1aaa0a19999988ea29d93b3
afa89c98927f7e7c59585a212329070b1200000c0f1030161a42354369657aa17fa0c580a9ce77a8ce74aad46ca4cf6097c64d7eb0456fa53e619927437e2f47
836477a821324e0915230b101b110c1521161a6d5f5f9c8f8b766f687a7b73757c736e7d746a7c776a7b7a6a7a7b6e787e6e787e6b787c6a797d69797e687a7f
667c83647d855e7d885c7e8a507886517c8b52829255899b5b91a45e97ac609ab16d9dad8fadae93a39e8a9392868d8c8c969690a1a0839f9b76948dd4ede3aa
b5a7847a677e634d8c654a8f6543845b367f522b7e442584462a874a2e874c318248307942296f392269331d6c36236c35246b34256a3124682f22672d22662c
21672b2066251d68241d68241d68241d68241d68241d000054282751232351221f5d2a267136327b3e367e3b317936298039297b382377351e72351972381974
401e7b47247e4d298654328f5d3b96654396654390623f90623f976b489d7350936d4995714d9877529b7b569a7a559375508d6f4a826b4a94826f94887ca19b
90cbc7c0e5e8e5cdd5d6b9c6caccdbe3d2e3ebcee2e9cbdfe6c7dbe0c5d9d9c4d6d5c1d4d1bdd2cfbed5d9c1d8dcc7daddc6d7d6c0cac6b0b6afa1a29a96958b
ada89eb1ada6827e784f4e4c2827290e1016171b221216270c0f2f09103719284e3e577d6286aa709ec270a5cb6da8ce518db64f88b33c719e325e8f30548824
427733488160719e1c283e040a1513121a1e161b1f11115d4d49988883877c737e7b71777c73707c746c7c776c7a7a6c797d6e77806e778069777d677a7d6779
7e667a7f647c83627d85607d865e7e89496f7b5079875c87966695a56c9bae6b9daf6598ac6c96a19db1b09ca29b8f8f8b8988868b908d8794926f878158756d
d5ede1b1bcae8a806d7b604a896247946a48865e39754a256b3616763b1f7f442882492e80462e753d266a311c62291658200f5920125b22155d231860251d62
271f642921672a226a28236a29216c28236a29216c28236a292100005b2f2e5d2f2f60312e65322e6b302c6b2e266e2b216d2a1d7d36267b38237b3922783b1f
763c1d723e1c723e1b703f1b7a4927865533936240986745936542926441966a479b714ea77d5aa47c589d775398745097734f97765199785397795a938069a9
9e8bc3bcadc5c2b8b4b7b3b0babac4d3d7dbeff6b7ced8acc4ceb7d0d8c1d9e0bbd2d5c1d8d6c6dbd8b7ccc9c7dee2c0d7dbbccfd2b6c7c6aeb8b4a1a7a09b9c
949a998f918c82d4d0c9a6a29c31302e131214191b210c1017040819000020000024020e321c325747688b6e98bb84b6d88cc2e54a82a75489b05e8cb7597fad
4a6897385080314073343f6700061916181e1d171c25181b574343947d799a867f77695f928d8282857a6c776f626f6b64717369767a6f7881727b8465757a6b
7d826b7d825f73785a7279647e8467828a607f8853737e789ca86389955f879590b9c87da8b75582917da0a8a8b5b176786d6e68618c858096959399a39f869c
965e7971b1c6bcc8d3c5695e4e8a715d8d684e8860416c482499714d89593b6b371b7541256b361d713b248148336c3320804635652a1c62261a5d23185b2018
5b20185e231c6127206429226525216525206724216525206724216525200000582c2b582a2a592a275b28246227236528206c291f6e2b1e7d36267b38237b39
22783b1f763c1d723e1c723e1b703f1b7a4927865533936240976644936542936542976b489e724fa97d5aa47a57a078549e76529e7652a17955a37d59a07f5e
ac977caca08ab5ad9ab9b7aababeb7bac4c4b8cacfb8d0d8b6d0dcabc7d3b6d3dcbfdbe1b6d0d4bbd3d3c1d8d5b3cac8c0d7dbbdd4d8bed1d4b9cac9adb7b39c
a29b9899919c9b91938e84c1bdb6aca8a25352501d1c1e10121812161d181b2b100c2b07042902062a0f1c3e2b42644a698a5c84a3648eb03c6689456d914e6f
9548638a384a7527335f2125532224480e101d1b181b241a1c372625664d49917771947d737c6a5f7a7266797b706c726b6974707883856f797f5b626b565e69
75838b7284896e8085667a7f657b826b838a738b93768f9749646d4e6b746d8c977f9faa65879351737f5f838f7d999f7e8681817e747c726c6d635e7c7977b6
bbb8aabbb95c726c8fa39cd5ded581776b775e4e76533d8a664a6c4c2d6e4d2c734a2f6c41267e513872422b7b4832915b48763e2d733a2c693023662c216227
1f5e231b5d221b5d231c60252162272362252164252164242364252164242364252100005529285224244e1f1c4e1b17561b175d201869261c6f2c1f7d36267b
38237b3922783b1f763c1d723e1c723e1b703f1b79482683553290623f9567449365429365429a6c49a17350aa7c59a67a57a47855a17754a47a57a87e5bad83
60ab8764c1a98bad9d84a39a84adaa9abec2bbc0ccccabbfc695adb7b3d1deabcad7b7d7e2bcdce3b1cdd3b2cdcfb9d2d0adc6c4b3ccd0b7ced2c0d3d6becfce
adb7b3969c9595968ea09f9599948aa5a19ab3afa98483812c2b2d00020813171e2b293a22173318082b0900210504241016351f2d4b2d3f5c3147651e345228
3b5c2f3e602e36592424481b153a190e341d112f1b16211d15142d1d1c4f3b36795d578f72698f75698470637e746879796d656a615a64606d7678747b82767c
87848c9776848c6b7a8268777f708189798a9273878e697d8462767d758a935e737c7a919b8da4ae657d876078827b939d7f9196636964817e74877d77665c57
6159588c8e8e92a0a0657776788987c4ccc78a81788670638d6f5e8c6e5772583e735a3e5b3e245c3c2563402b4d2612582c197c4c3c78453677413471392c6e
3429682d256328205e251c5e251c5f251e5e26215f24225f24225f23235f24225f23235f242200005024234c1e1e46171445120e4d120e581b1369261c712e21
7d36267b38237b3922783b1f763c1d723e1c723e1b6f3f1b7746248153308f613e9567449466439466439b6d4aa37552a97b58a87a57a77956a77956ab7d5ab0
825fb68865b38c6ab79f7da39275988f76a5a391babfb6bbc9c9a3b9c087a3afb2d1e0aacddcb7dbe7bbdee6a9cacfaac8c9b3ceccaac5c3aac3c7b1c8ccc1d4
d7c5d6d5b1bbb7949a9393948ca4a399a29d938f8b84b3afa9aaa9a73f3e40000004080c1325223025142e1f0b2a12012009001b06001d0808220c0f2a0e132e
0005200b0e29161531191330170b29180726200c2b28142c1f13191c120d36241f684e488e6f669474699173668e77699e92847f7a6f575c53252d2800000200
01082126313a404b3f4a543f4d55526068717f877b8a9264737b3d4c5424323a00030b000e16122129303f4765747c9caab29ba9b17680856265613d39321d13
0e1105050d04061615172d373c4656578a9799adb4b358504b38241d442c2037220f3728134a3c243f2c1737220f3319072709002b0800471e0f673a2b865448
764034743b306d3429652c2160271e5b241b5b241b5a251d5b24215923225b23225923225b232259232200004d2120491b1b44151244110d4e130f5a1d156c29
1f7431247d36267b38237b3922783b1f763c1d723e1c723e1b6f3f1b75442280522f8e603d9567449466439567449f6e4ca67553ab7a58aa7957a97856a97856
ad7c5ab2815fb88765b68c699a805c948462998e74a4a18dabb2a9abb9b99bb3ba8dabb8a9ccdca7ccdcb8deecbadfe9a5c6cda3c2c5b0cdcaacc7c5a7c0c4ad
c4c8c1d4d7cddeddbbc5c1989e9795968ea7a69caaa59b88847daba7a1b7b6b45c5b5d080a1001050c0c09171a0a211f0b241d0b241a092211051d0b02180800
1706011600000f09011713081e15071e1403181b061b270f25321c2c1d0e112717124a342d7b5e559b796e9f7b6f9475688e7567665749140f02000200060e09
0e15182e353c2e333e0000080006110510190f1a2316212a1b242d1b242d192329181f26464d544c535a2e343b00050c151b22676b727b7f864c4f5203060207
0701251b1b56494c6f656a4f4b52151c250003092b373d575c5f251c1e1809054e3d35372a1c221c0b0a07000e08001c1002392a1c5b473a4c30232c0a004a21
167f5144744236713d316c362a642e215d271b5a24175a241756241a54242053232254222253232254222253232200004b1f1e491b1b4819164c1915581d1963
261e722f257835287d36267b38237b3922783b1f763c1d723e1c723e1b6f3f1b7244217f512e8d5f3c946643946643966845a06f4da87755ac7b59aa7957a977
55a87654ab7957af7d5bb68260b286638469438b7b589c9275a3a08c9ea69a96a7a692aab28eadbaa0c5d5a2c8dab6ddedb8deeaa0c4ca9ebfc2afcecbb0cdca
a9c2c6abc2c6c0d3d6d4e5e4c8d2cea2a8a1999a92a9a89eaca79d8f8b849e9a94b2b1af8b8a8c42444a0f131a0000080f03151c0b2025162a26172b1d112315
091b100618100716160a1a1b0f1f1e10201a0b1a150413180514261020321f282111104231296b534987685d9f796da57f71947162775c4c3a291a332b1f7374
6cb9c0bdd1d8dbe8eef5e5e7f3aeb2bfa4aab57e858e353c4500020b0e131d626771b3b7bed5d9e0eeeff7e3e3e9d0d0d6807d841b181f14111529252c0a090b
232825979a96e9e2e4ece1e5eadde7e3dbe7b8bdc8929aa500040d02060d0d050a6f6265e1d4d07b72692a2d1f060e000004002e2e228a8479d5c9bda28d8335
1b0f34120762392e6d3f326c3a2e663325612b1e5b251859241557241554241752231f4e22214e22214e22214e22214e222100004a1e1d4c1e1e50211e582521
652a266d302878352b7c392c7d36267b38237b3922783b1f763c1d723e1c723e1b6f3f1b70421f7c502d8d5f3c946643946643976946a1704ea97856ae7c5aab
7957aa7654a87452a87452ab7755b17a59ac7e5b8567428e7d579c9374a19f89969e92899a99829ba37e9dac97bdcf9dc5d6b5deedb6dfea9dc3c99cbfc1afd0
ceb6d2d1afc8ccaac1c5bfd2d5dbecebd5dfdbaeb4ad9fa098abaaa0aaa59b9e9a93928e88a5a4a2c1c0c293959b34383f00000708051316101f221c2b221c2b
1a1421130d1a140f1a19141f1f1723211a23211821191019130711150a1223171f32252830211d6a574e91766d916f64997163a57e6e8964545134241a090099
9185fffff9e1e6e36f7477323741767885dddfecf7fcffbec3ce313640000007484b55d5d6e0fdfcffe1e0e85350575c585fa49ea5dbd3d8958d921f15190700
02191417abb2afdde4e1b9b4b74b3f452517245f5764bdbecef6fbff9ba0ad2527330300057f7379fff7f754504a000400000f00020e0470776edfe1d6fffff7
beb1a7351e143011065b352964382b643427612e205b28195623145523115624125424164d231e49212249212249212249212249212200004a1d1a4e211e5827
23622e296e342d7738307e3a2f803a2e7d36267d37247b3922793a20783b1f743c1d723e1c703e1c70421f7b4f2c8c5e3b946643956744976946a1704eaa7957
ad7c5aac7a58a77553a47250a5714fa77351a97553a7795696714b9b805aa49170a79b839d9c8c8b95907990946c8c9792b9c996c3d3b2dcedb4ddeb9cc2c89c
c0c0b3d3cebad7d3b2ccd0a7c1c5bad1d4ddefeedae7e3b4bdb5a2a59aacaca0a4a296a9a79b8988809d9d97e8e8e6d0d1d354595c02060d0d0b17171422201d
2b1e1827140f1c100b1616111c1f1a231c151e1e181f1c161d150f16100a0f1610152821243c312f453124907664b09281977563906b5b9f7a6a7657482e1507
827267ece6dbf1f1eb8184810d1013000005252630cacad6f9fcff8b8e9802030d0000059b9ca6fdfcffd0cdd525222a07030a0300041b1318a69ea3ccc2c72d
23270700027b7679fbffffd4dadb5d5a5e0500040700071008155c5b69c0c4d1f7fbff6464700100075f565ee4dde0373634000200000400313f39aab6b0fbff
fcfffffaa0948e1f09023717106a423b5f3229602f255b291d5625175221135122125223135024174d231e492220492220492220492220492220000050231a52
251c59271f612a216a2e237232267a342980362a7f36267f37247f38237b3922793a20783a20743c1f723d1d6c3a1a72442180522f8d5f3c956744986a47986a
47966845a37552a77654aa7957ab7a58a97856a57452a1704e9d6d49a6734d9f704998704c9b7d5e9f8f7797968680908a6986898cb4c29bcadaa2d2e298c6d3
98c0c6a6cac6b0ccc1a8c4b9b0d0d1a6c7cc9cbabb9cb7b5b8ccc5c9d9ccb0bcac8b907fc6c8b6a2a493898b7a9b9d91bcbfb4b1b5ae6d736e2d2e301009180a
001310051921162a2117291007160a0110130b18100814130c15130d140c060d0600050c090d231e2140352c9e8166a5815d9a77579574589b7d668e7462553f
32120300a19792fffaf7cac8c93c3b3d0000020000022a272bc0bec2fdfdffa3a2aa05040c0d0d13c9c8d0fffcffbbb8bf19161d0300070100040400073b373e
f1edf439363a0d0910b4b1b5fafafeccccd01310170a060d06010a08030c121119f2f1f9fdfcffcac9d100000558545bf0edf119171b0000010e1415a6b4b4f4
ffffebf2f1e5e2e0b5a4a5180000542e2e5e30305a26245c252258242055231d4f211b4b2017461f15451e14471d164a1e174a1e174b1f184d211a4e221b0000
50241954251b5a281e612b1f6c2d237330257b33277f35278035278036247f37247d38237b3922783a22763b20723c1f6d3b1b73452280522f8d5f3c95674498
6a47976946956744a17350a37552a77956a97b58a97b58a67855a37552a3724eb27952ab724ba06f499f78569f866a97907b828e846b878694bdc89ecedea0d2
e494c6d299c1c7a9cbc6afcabba1bcada7cac8a3c5ca98b8b991aeaaa5bcb2bccfc0b9c5b3a3ac96a8ab969699848a8b76939583aeb1a3c0c4b7bdc2b9b5b5b5
4f47541b0e2205000c05000b1307171f14221e13211f1521251c251a11190f070c0f080b1e191c3a3637555152726459a07f5caa81549e7951977653987d6387
725f4b3b300a0000c9c1c0fffeffbfbcc03330341d1a1d434043908c8dfefbfee6e3e7a9a6ad201d240e0b12c5c2c9fffcffcac7ce0000041411181310170d0a
113c3940e5e2e9343138211e25f1eef5faf7fec4c1c80d0a110401080b080f0b080f050209bebbc2f6f3fac9c6cd19161d524f56e5e2e928252c0b080f84868c
e3f0f2d7e4e66a70718e898ca794981f0205481e23400f115b24275c242558232155211f4d211c48201a421f17411e164a1f164c1e164d1f174e20184f211950
221a000051251a54251b59271d602a1e6b2c22722f247931257d33258035278036247f37247d38237b3922783a22763b20723c1f6e3c1c7446238153308d5f3c
9567449769469668459466439c6e4b9f714ea47653a97b58ab7d5aab7d5aa97b58aa7955b78059ae7750a06f4997704e92795d8d846f7e877e6c8786a1c7d3a3
d2e29ed0e292c4d09ac2c8aaccc7aac5b696b1a2a2c3c0a4c5c89cbab98ba5a192a59cadbcadbec8b6bec5afa2a38da3a48ea19f8b98988697988aa9ab9fcbce
c3e6e7e3c0b9c27a727f352d3a1e16222117231b121b11081010060b0e04090700010800001e14144a4040756c6a908785a594859b7a55a77e519e7951977653
957a60836e5b48382d0a0000d2cac9fffeffbdbabe1e1b1f0100011a171a2c282946434637343829262d000004000004aeabb2fbf8ffbebbc204010800000405
020907040b46434ae3e0e72a272e0e0b12ebe8effffcffaba8af000004000004000004000004050209bfbcc3f9f6fde0dde41d1a21555259e1dee52b282f524f
56f1f3f9f2ffff94a1a31c22237c777abaa9ac2b0e11441a1f4c1b1d5a25275a242558232153211f4d211c48201a421f17411e164a1f164d1f174e20184f2119
50221a51231b000051251a54251b59271d602a1e692a20702d22772f237a30228035278036247f37247d38237b3922783a22763b20723c1f6f3d1d7547248254
318d5f3c9567449769469567449365429668459a6c49a17350a77956ab7d5aad7f5cac7e5bae7d59bb845db17a539f6e48916846886b508176627b8077708686
aacedaa5d4e49ccee091c3cf9cc4caaccec9aac3b492ab9ca1c0bdabcbcca8c3c18da59f85978c9aa898b5bdaac2c6af9f9f87aaa891aeac96a2a08c928f7f8b
8c7e9a9a8ea9a9a3f3eef1dbd5dcbeb8bd9a9499645d603027291d1416281e1e231816291f1a3c302a5c4e487d6f6795877f9f9187a9948197744ea47b4e9e79
5195745190755b7f6a5749392e0f0500978f8efffeffe1dee24845490401040d0a0d110d0e0f0c0f01000206030a0000041f1c23bbb8bff9f6fdcbc8cf211e25
0200060a070e040108535057e8e5ec3c394006030ac5c2c9fffcffbab7be2d2a311d1a210c09100000041c1920d3d0d7fffcffb5b2b901000557545be4e1e85d
5a619c99a0fafcffc4d1d3424f51000001847f82c2b1b42207093a13175f323358252759242557232153211f4d211c48201a421f17411e164b20174e20184f21
1950221a51231b52241c000052261b55261c59271d5f291d68291f6e2b20742c20772d1f8035278036247f37247d38237b3922783a22763b20723c1f713f1f77
49268254318e603d9466439668459365429163409163409567449c6e4ba37552a87a57aa7c59aa7c59ab7b57b58059ae79529e6d478e64428162477a6b577879
71718585a8cad6a4d1e19accde90c2ce9dc5cbaed0cbadc6b797ad9fa5c1bdb5d1d0b3cdc997aca28493848f9a86a4aa93b1b19798977d9c997fa19b82a29e87
a29d899a9886908c7f868379bbb8b5d2d1cfefece9e5e2dfaca8a2716b646c625c877c738b7e7495877ca09183a08e819885768e7c6a8d7867957b6397724aa3
7a4d9c774f906f4c8a6f557d6855524237211711635b5aede9eafffdff7a777b040104010001030000010001636064454249030007100d14a8a5acf8f5fcbebb
c20000040c0910000004000004434047ccc9d044414800000469666dfffcffe7e4eb6f6c730b080f000004000004625f66fffcfffffcff555259000004444148
d6d3dac5c2c9e7e4ebeef0f6647173000204000001878487b6a7aa1900022f0b0f592e2f56252757252555232151221f4c211c46201a421f17411e164d22194f
211950221a51231b52241c53251d000052261b55261c59271d5e281c67281e6c291e722a1e742a1c8035278036247f37247d38237b3922783a22763b20723c1f
734121784a278355328e603d9466439567449264418f613e8d5f3c9163409769469e704da27451a47653a37552a47450a8764ea8734c9d6c468f6241815d4379
645178746d7282839ebdca9dcada98cadc91c1ce9cc4cab0d2cdb6ccbea5bbababc3bdb7d1cdb5cbc499aba08995859198829f9f87a09d82b4ad90a7a0839f96
7ca49b82b0a792b1a996a19a8b8e8a7d8c8c80a09f95c0c0b4d4d2c6c1bdb0a39c8da49b8cbbb09dbaac9abcad99b7a48fa18d7688725b7f674f886e56997b5e
9a744aa37a4d9a754d8a694683684e7f6a576252473b312b1e1615a39fa0fefbffd7d4d8787578393639302c2d3d3a3ddddade615e650000041d1a21c4c1c8ff
fcffdbd8df2a272e000004000004151219807d84e5e2e97572790000040b080f9a979ee1dee5c9c6cd605d643a373e79767dcdcad1fffcffaeabb219161d0300
07817e85fffcfffffcfffffcffa1a3a9041113000002373f40c5c4c6c1b4b72912143e1d205933335326275325255124214f221f4a221c46201a421f17411e16
4e231a50221a51231b52241c53251d54261e000053271c55261c59271d5e281c65261c6a271c70281c72281a8035278036247f37247d38237b3922783a22763b
20723c1f744222794b288456338e603d9466439466439163408e603d8a5c398e603d936542996b489b6d4a9c6e4b9a6c499b6b479b69419f6d459e6b45936443
845d437b614f78716a747f8191adba96c0d199c8db92c2cf9cc4cab3d3cec0d5c7b7cabbaec2bbb4c7c2abbcb393a2938e96839b9f87a5a287a09a7bbfb696b7
ac8cafa183ac9f83b0a48cb0a690a89e8b9c96859c9a8891917f999783aeab97b2ad98a29c859b917ba3967ca18f769a876c927b5f886e5184684b8a6c4d9777
58a4825f9e774ba47b4e97724a8463407e6349816c59726257554b45070000343031989599ece9edfefbfee2dfe2d6d2d3dbd8dbd7d4d8524f56100d14656269
d8d5dcd7d4dbdbd8df9390970e0b1218151c46434aa09da4cecbd28e8b922d2a3106030a0b080f7b787fdddae1e6e3eae7e4ebd9d6ddb5b2b97d7a8116131a00
000427242b96939adfdce3b9b6bdb4b1b8181a2000000200090b5f6768b2b1b38b8284200e0f472a2d4f2d2c4f27275226255025214e231f4a221c46201a421f
17411e164f241b51231b52241c53251d54261e55271f000053271c55261c59271d5d271b65261c69261b6f271b7127198035278036247f37247d38237b392278
3a22763b20723c1f7543237a4c298456338e603d94664394664390623f8d5f3c895b388c5e3b9163409567449769469668459466439464409060389868409e6b
45966444895d4480604f7d6f69787d8088a1af92bacb99c8db93c3d09bc3c9b4d4cfc6dbcdc6d5c5afc0b7afc0b7a1afa28e9886939681a7a68cb2ab8caba080
a29371aa9a78b1a081b4a285b2a185af9f87afa08baea38faeaa9397967c939076a49f84a9a287968e71887c5e8878599582618e7755886e4c90724e9d7d58a4
835ea17d599b764ea2794ca57c4f957048805f3c7b6046846f5c7c6c61665c564e46450300000100023532366461645350533d393a3936392724280000040200
0636333a413e4509060d312e35221f26000004000004000004120f1616131a1e1b221310170100050502090000041c19203d3a41514e552a272e141118030007
00000400000417141b0000040f0c131411182b282f000004000d0f0000020b151520212310090b0e0000351c1e2204034d27274e26254e25214c231f48221c44
201a421f17431e164f241b51231b52241c53251d55271f562820000055291e57281e5a281e5e281c65261c69261b6e261a702618702517742a1879311e7d3823
7f3d267c3e26793e23743e216e3c1c7648258153308456338254318456338c5e3b95674490623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623e95663e95
663e97643e9461418e5e46815c4c6e5a5558585c859ba98db3c58fbed199c9d6b0d8deb2cfcbafc1b4b9c7b7b6c4b7a4b0a4939c8d9095809c9a83a8a184aca1
81ad9d7a8e7a559b8560a68f6da5906f9d896c9c896ea6947baea187b0a88baba586a39d7e9a93749388688b7e5c86765486724f937c57977c569b7c559c7c53
a07b53a27c52a27c52a37c50a2794c90673a9c774f7b5a372c11002f1a074131260f05000700000b070815121608050901000138353807030404010409060a14
111806030a08050c1d1a210c09100502092f2c3300000400000428252c211e251a171e0000041a171e18151c1d1a212b282f0000042d2a310c09100d0a111d1a
2117141b2f2c3327242b1a171e46434a1c1920000004302d34313339172224000d0f030d0d0000010905063226264f3b3c2d1311310f0e5532305935304a231f
4a26204a2620401d15431e16451a114a1c144e201852241c53251d51231b000055291e57281e5a281e5e281c65261c69261b6e261a702618702517742a187931
1e7d38237f3d267c3e26793e23743e216e3c1c76482580522f82543180522f8254318c5e3b95674490623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623e
93673e94653d97643e966141915d45855a4b7359555d575c7d909f84a8ba87b5c892c2cfacd4dab1cecaaebeb1b8c4b4b2bdafa5ae9f999e8b999882a49d82ab
a080ac9c79aa97708b744e967e569f86609f8561987f5f967d619d866ba39075ada080a79d7aa396769d8e6c9585628f7e588d77528b744e977c559b7c539e7c
52a07d50a37c50a57c4fa57c4fa77d4ea47a4b8d64379570487857343318004e3926a49489bfb5afd7cfcececacbd3d0d4c2bfc3b0adb0e4e1e4898586333033
b9b6badfdce3d6d3dabdbac1c3c0c7c0bdc4cbc8cff9f6fd47444b646168b7b4bbd5d2d9e3e0e7cdcad1dbd8dfcbc8cff6f3faa8a5ac0c091096939af5f2f9d8
d5dcd2cfd6e6e3ead3d0d7d0cdd4e5e2e9dfdce3302d34030007b6b3bad8dae04a55570411130001010000016c6a6bbeb4b4dfcdce59423f3113125736335b39
344b27224c28224a26203f1c14401b13451a114a1c144f211952241c53251d52241c000055291e57281e5a281e5e281c65261c69261b6e261a70261870251774
2a1879311e7d38237f3d267c3e26793e23743e216e3c1c7547247e502d7f512e7d4f2c80522f8b5d3a95674490623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623f9062
3f90623e90663d92663d96633d975f40945c4588584a76575460565b707f8e7597a976a4b786b6c3a6ced4aecbc7aabaadb5bdaba9b0a1a4a897a2a08ca19e84
a89f80ab9c7aa8956ea58d638e724896784d9b7c53987a559175518e735391775a967e60a69170a2906da08b6a9d866498805e957b5793785293764f9c7c539e
7c52a27c50a37d4fa57c4fa77d4ea77d4ea77d4ea87e4f8e65388f6a42745330290e0036210eb2a297fffff9f7efee827e7f434044535054949194fffcff9d99
9a010001747175ebe8effffcffadaab166636a5f5c6399969deae7ee3330372a272e949198f2eff6efecf37a777e5a575e646168a8a5acd2cfd60e0b12312e35
cfccd3f5f2f9bbb8bf545158423f4649464d9c99a0d2cfd6201d2406030ac3c0c79a9ca21d282a000002000909202627c1c1c1fffefdfffdfd5c494633191759
3c395f3e394e2c274d2c254827203d1a123d1810461b124b1d154f211953251d54261e53251d000055291e57281e5a281e5e281c65261c69261b6e261a702618
702517742a1879311e7d38237f3d267c3e26793e23743e216e3c1c7345227b4d2a7b4d2a794b287d4f2c8a5c3995674490623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90
623f90623f8e633e8d653c8f653c95623c985e3f975a448c564978555362545a626e7e6385976593a67aaab7a0c8ceabc8c4a6b4a7adb2a1a0a592a2a38ea6a2
8ba8a186aa9d7da79670a18b639f835897784b9b7a4d9c7a5098784f96755091734f9272539274559d82629c82609c7f5e9a7d5c9a7c589a79569978539a7751
a07b53a27c52a37c50a57c4fa77c4fa77d4ea97c4ea97d4ca278498a61348e6941846340391e041803007c6c61fff6f0e5dddc3d393a010002010002100d1065
6265625e5f010001282529d1ced5f9f6fd6d6a7100000400000427242b716e7544414816131a838087fffcffece9f028252c0000040100051512198f8c931815
1c120f16c4c1c8fffcff99969d00000400000403000727242b76737a1f1c232a272ed0cdd47c7e84000002000002151f1f8e9495e1e3e3fffffdfbefef453632
341f1c5b423e61453f53322d5130294b2a233d1a123b160e471c134c1e1650221a54261e55271f54261e000055291e57281e5a281e5e281c65261c69261b6e26
1a702618702517742a1879311e7d38237f3d267c3e26793e23743e216d3b1b7244217749267749267446237a4c29885a3795674490623f90623f90623f90623f
90623f90623f90623f8e633e8b653b8d633a94613b985c3d9858428e55487a525163535957627257768957859870a0ad9ec4caa9c5c1a0aca0a3a8959a9b86a1
9f89a8a289aaa182a79775a18c659c82589b7c4fa68355a58052a37e50a07c52a17c569d7c579a78559776559b77599b77599b78589d78589c78559e77559e78
54a07853a37b53a37b52a57c50a57c4fa77c4fa77d4ea77d4ea77d4e9a7041855c2f8b663e9c7b586b50362d1805706055fcf2ece9e1e03d393a080509343135
2320230b080b2723240e0b0e4f4c50edeaf1fdfaff66636a0401080502091512191d1a21131017000004737077f6f3fae8e5ec38353c0000040a070e0000041c
1920000004141118cdcad1fffcff8e8b92100d1406030a4441480c09102421280401080d0a11aba8af84868c000002000d0f3e4a4ad8e0e1ecf0f0c4c3c1dfd7
d652454133201d5c4541644a4456383256362f4f2e273f1c143c170f481d144d1f1752241c55271f56282055271f000055291e57281e5a281e5e281c65261c69
261b6e261a702618702517742a1879311e7d38237f3d267c3e26793e23743e216d3b1b71432074462372442170421f77492687593695674490623f90623f9062
3f90623f90623f90623f90623f8e633e8a643a8a623995603a985a3c9956418f53477d5150655158545c6d526f82507c8f6a9aa79cc2c8a7c3bf9aa69a9a9c8a
979581a29c85a9a086a79c7ca08e6b978159997b509b7b4cad8858a78252a57c4fa47d51a9825aa8835da27e5a9c78559f74579f74579f7457a07657a17657a1
7755a17755a37754a57a55a57a53a57b52a57c50a77b50a77c4fa77c4fa77d4ea278498c6336825d3599785580654b3b26136c5c51fff6f0f6eeed6460615855
59b9b6baa29fa2171417030000010001383539e3e0e7f9f6fd5f5c630000040000040000040000040b080f0000046a676efaf7fef0edf43e3b420200061c1920
09060d04010808050c19161db7b4bbfefbffc5c2c985828988858cd5d2d938353c100d140c09100f0c13a19ea58c8e940000022b383aa5b1b1f7ffffc8cccc5a
5a58d8d2d1695f5a2e1f1b594540664c46593d375c3c3555342d442119411c14491e154e201853251d562820572921562820000055291e57281e5a281e5e281c
65261c69261b6e261a702618702517742a1879311e7d38237f3d267c3e26793e23743e216d3b1b70421f7244216f411e6d3f1c75472486583595674490623f90
623f90623f90623f90623f90623f90623f8e633e876339896138945f39985a3c9a55409052467e5050665057555b6c4f6c7f4c788b6797a49bc1c7a6c2be95a1
9591938197957fa39b82a89e81a494759a845f92784e96774a9e7c4caa8253a27b499e7445a0774aa88057ab845ca37d599d7452a47659a6755ba6755ba67559
a67658a67756a67756a67855a77955a77a53a77b52a77b50a77b50a77c4fa57c4fa57c4fa27849946b3e7f5a328b6a47795e44301b085c4c41faf0eafffefdbd
b9bab5b2b6f8f5f9cdcacd1411140300000704072a272bece9f0fffcff77747b03000700000408050c0b080f1c1920000004747178fffcfff3f0f72e2b320000
040000040000040000040000041e1b22c4c1c8fdfaffe3e0e7aba8afd1ced5fffcff423f4600000400000409060db3b0b78b8d930000028a9799f4ffffe1e9ea
5c6362141412d8d5d35c544f2b1c1855433e664e475c403a61413a5b3a334a271f4820194a1f164f211954261e572921582a22572921000052291f53281f5728
1f5a281e61271c65271b6a271a6e27186d2616712b1877331c7b3a207d3f237a3f23773f20743f1f6e3a1d723f1f744121713f1d6e3d1976451f885731976841
92633c90623e8e623f8c62408b6043896045876046856145806041815f40885b418b58448d534885514d764e55634e5c595a70576a8156748b7193a5a2becaab
bdc2929c988a8b83979288a1968ca5978c9c8b7c8d7864886e568f71549c785a9e7755976f4b926944976e49a37a55a8805ba27a5598704ca87958aa7858aa78
58a97757a97757a87755a67855a67855a77955a77955a77955a57a53a77a53a57a53a57a53a57a538c613a8f67427f5d3a876b4e77634c2f20115b5249fffffc
d9d5d65956590b080c423f436e6d6f010101050503050505373437e8e5e9fffcff726c71100b0e0c090c0b0a0c0000010000010000017b8083f1f3f9e4e4ea45
424a0100050300050f08111a141b030004080209cecad1fffbffa5a1a80100040000047c798027242b242128000004010105b6b6bc7376794e5759f4fffff6ff
ff9fa8a700000020201ef0ebe8473d372b1a125a423a684d4463423a69443a643e32552b2051251a4e1f1753221a57261e5b2a225c2b235a292100004c2a254e
2a255129235429225a271f5e281c6227196628166c2b1770301975371b793d1d79411e75421c714119713d1a763b2075371f76381c7f42228c512c935b30915a
2d8855288253278d6138865d3b805c408667527a5c4f674c436a51496c554b6e574d7056507153546e4e556c4c5c69506667546f5045634e4b6c54557559607d
61677e656a7e686b7b6b6a7861596b6c60727363766f5d6e6a53636e546080616a936f73936e6c9a726b9d7465976e5990684a936a489e7651ab835aac7e53ac
7d51aa7b50a97a4fa77850a87951a67952a77a53a47954a47855a37655a07556a072549d71549c70539a6f54855a3f7e584080644e8b79665850440605004d50
4cfbffffe0e0e42e2e32110e120100022e3030656d680e1a12030b06302e2fdfd6d8fffdff71656508000007000015160e000300000400000400596a68ebf8fa
d6dae1342f3c0700091c0d1d2618250d000a080005231620b0a4aefffbff9f969e0300040100021c191d6f6d715452560000020e111395989bced4d5b9c5c5f4
ffffa0aaaa3239380001003b3731d6ccc666554c1e060061433686605270463563352274432f76402d5c2514561e13561f1857201959221b5a231c5b241d0000
4a29264b28264e27235227225727215c271e6027196428166b2c166f3117743819773f1c77421b754319714217713e18783b257a38277b3b248343258a4c288c
53288c55268854247f5123855b327a553573533a785c4f614b44432f303c2b2e2c202023191b1b1116160c18160c1e12082009011e00001b120c2f0f0c310f0c
310d0d2f0c102e0b122d0d152e10162f070622120c29191030180d2d1507251b09262b16313c23394a2d3c58383f6a49467e5a4e8f6a549872549b74529d754c
aa7d4faa7e4baa7d4ca97b4da97a4ea87a4fa87951a67952a87a56a57857a375579f73569e6f559a6d54986a539769528c5f48845e48795d4a655445322c2115
160e727571fdffffe5e2e56d6669665d5f6d6564a8a6a0adb2a918221600040076726ce5dbd6fffdf9a2948c291e14080300090b00010b000007000c22148299
8ff0ffffe7eef36a66711205130c000811000c0e00050e0005584651d5c4cdfffaffd7cbd180747a776d71a8a1a4cec9cc726f720100002c2c2cc1c3c3fbffff
f6ffffd9e3e33e454400010003000079726bf0e1d9685147280a00674232875d4c7445316a351f7b432c7d41296528135c1f155a1e185b1f195d211b5e221c5f
231d00004926244b26244f26225426215925205f261d65271b6928186c2b1770301975371b793d1d77421c75431b7142176f3e1a773e297c3f317d422d7e4328
7c43227d45207e4a20804f2375491e79512c6e4a2c6a4b366f5549513d382310140b00040a090b00020300000500000900001300001800001600001900032600
002400001b0000190000160000150000120000140000120000120000140000130000150000130000180d071e0a001214050f2a15195137317a5d4d92725b946f
55906844a6794caa7b4aab7b4daa7c4eaa7b4fa87a4fa87951a57851aa7c58a87958a575579f71549d6c5299684e96644c94624a7f4e327e53387e5c43624933
3525134d4133aa9f96f7ebe5f8e8e4ccb7b4e0c9c5d8c4bdecded4c1b8a92f2b1a232212c6c2b5e4dfd2f7ede1cfc4b47066531d18030c0d001f29110a1b044e
634fa5bbabd8eadfcfd9d59a999b544a4f22131c210e170f00042e19238c7781d7c3cae3d0d5d7c4c8d7c4c8d3c2c3e2d4d4d6caca756b6b271e1c6c6562ccc7
c4cccbc9cacece8b91920b0d0d090806453e3ba1938dd5c1ba492e2531120567403085564676432f6e35207d402a7f3f286b2b175e21175a201a5a201a5a201a
5b211b5d231d00004a22214c231f5023205724205d252062251d67271b6a27186e2b1772301977361b7a3c1e79411e77421c7341196f3c1c743f307842367944
35743f296b371b6835156e3d1973461f663d186b462665432a674b396f574f4f3b3b18060b05000230393b2d4043324750364f5d35546930546e2a5271265073
214c711f4a6f1e486b1f4766244864274b652d50663352673b54683b5468395268354d652f46612c435e2e435e35455d1520340a0d1d08010a1f10134c362f74
584c8865558f684e9f724ba77749aa794daa7b4fab7c51a97a52a77851a37551aa7c59a87958a474569f6e529b674e966249935d46905b42915e3e8b5d3a956d
4f78573c381e0639210f60463a61463d48282136150e5330284a281d492b1e341f0c1504001a0b003e2e1c3b29174c37245b44303b250e1804001306001d1600
07070022260f353a27292c1e2a251b3427232511121300001300021300041300023c21294a2d343217193115164a2f2d381e1c39221e37201c1301000f000024
1610372b250d050015111208050803000009010022151333211c4c322c1e0000411b0f673c2d7f4c3d77402d7437227e3e28803e2771301c61241a5c221c5a20
1a591f195a201a5d231d00004c1f1c4f201d54201e58211e5f231f66241d6a251c6f271b722919762f1a79351c7c3b207b3f2079401f733f1c6e3b1f6e3e316c
3e386b3c32643426592a1655280e5c301364391a593113623e2461422f694f4377605c5745461f0f150000056a7c8173939a86aab687b1c276aac26aa5c16aab
cc71b4d9579cc15c9fc464a4c86da9c978acc97eadc782acc485acc095bbc991b7c589b1c282abbf7aa6bf74a1bb6e99b46d94af55758e364c63101b2b00010b
160b0f442e2e745650946f5f986b4aa37147a6774cab7b53ab7c55a87a56a47652a07451a57857a47456a070529d6a4e98634a935e459159428f583d94603d87
572f9a6e4b996f50653e244f29134d24153307006c3d3445130b57251b5b2b1d572d1c653f2b6040276e4e3556301a5427125a29156b382275402a713f277346
2d7a53396c49336849345539263f22123f1f1456302a6538355e33365e3e455e434b64474e624248523134442020401b19431f1a3f1b1546251d5f3e366c4f46
61463d543c324c372d413028170b0b1e13172114173726272d191922090544231e4a251d52261b69382a7a4334783c2a793824803b26823b2578352164271d5c
251e58211a561f185720195c251e00004d1b19501c1a551e1b5b201c62211e69241d6e251c71271b732919772d1b7b341e7c3b217c3e22793e22753d1e6a3a22
643a335a3533552e2a4d261c481f10481f0b4d240f522a12502a125e3d286245356b524a7863605a474b25161f06020d6f828b7a9ca78eb9c88fc2d67bbad469
b2d267b6dc6abee65fb5dd64b7de6cb9df75bada78b5d179adc677a4bb779fb086acb882abb57dabb87fb1c383b9d081bcd77ab6d576b0cf81b3d16891ac3b55
6d0d1a2e00000b1d0e17563e448b6a6391664b9d6d49a47450a97b57a97d5aa47a589f76549b71529b70539a6e51996a5097664c966049945c459159428f583d
814d2a784820895b379f7153986b528e5f4b8756487b473b8349426e352c864b438f574a703d2e6a3d287149316f452d94644d905a478249347a3f2a86493396
59438f57407d48328455417b4f3c784d3e795042784d4473453f74413d6f42436242496f545c74565d654447603a3a693f3e6b3f3a62352c77483e6135285b32
24754d3f805c506546395133265138303d292a301e232a151932191b391d1e351613451e1a61362f602f256b352876392b7a39287e3825813a25843a247e3825
682b215d272058211a541e17561f185b251e00004e1a16511a17571b195d1f1b651f1d6b231d71251d73271d73281a772d1d7b33207c39247b3d25773d25733c
21683925583533472a2d3e1d1f38171239160e3d1a0b411c0c421e0c4c2a18603f3065483f6a504a6f59594f3d4222111a07020d31404e355463497084598da6
61a3c25dabce52aad44aa7d455b2df50aad54a9bc24187aa3771902f5c76264b6125435425444d2849502d58614073825892a968a9c469aece65abce74b4d87b
b1d46d95b43c55710d132a0a021539253671545787604c94694a9c7154a27a5ca37d5f9e7a5e977458936f558e694f8f684e8f654d90624b915e48915c469259
448f5942805130875b3882543681543a91624e8a5a4a743f366c342d5b1f1d6b2f2b7a3e3a834a41703a2e612e1f70422f784c39885f4b7d5440734532744532
855643976855926451825545714839734d3f7c5a4e846459805f586f4d48643f3d5c3b3d4e333b563d4762444b644044653a3b6b3d387441397b453988514277
402f602c1a6e3f2c906353805748553020401f17462b2c3d23293d21263d1e215431335931304a1f1b65352f6b362d6c33267331247b37268139268237238538
23843c29682d235c282158221b521e17551f1859251e00004f1815521916571a185e1d1a66201b6b231e71251f73261e73271c762c1e7932227a3827793c2775
3c27713b246538294e323339232a2d1318290d0e30120c37180f39170c3715094c2a1e614136674942674d49654e504330351a070e03000700000d00061a0525
3e2f5b785792b767b2da5bafde47a3d255b0e1489fcd3480a91d5a8005355300153000001600000c000005000104001017123e4b3a70865697b25ea6c95da9cf
5298c177b6de8bbae16384a724304e05021d23152d583f497e5c518b665093705b997863987c669479638e735d8a6f5980654f82634e85614f875f4e8b5c4c8d
5a4b8e594a8e5b47643b20865f447a523a6f463291655892655c703e3c642f30814b50824d4f5922255622206f3c3867382f6639306b42377f5b4f6745395e3a
2e6b473b7a564a78564b6f4d4268473f62423b684c466b514d654b495c4444594141573e40503a40594550533f4a60454d7150536b41405b2923652c21814436
591b09894c37995e4997604da06f5b8c5e4b5f37264b261c3110123f1f264e2c323d191d4a2124522625461714733f3a743b326f3125712e217c352583392782
3723853823863e2b692e245b2a2256221b4f1e16521e1757261e0000531a17581c1a5e221e6524216b26216c241f6e221c6c20187a2e26742b21722c207a382b
7f45347d46356d3a26532b1d14000014030c1e0b10260f11290f0d2b0f0931110a34130b5938305a39325c3e38644645674f4f5f4a4e4e3b40392c362924370d
132a0000150011324c7ca46faedc55a0d24e9ed154a4d964addf3575a0001d4400001b00001800001300000b010001000101000b1000010e00081d124d695499
be68b2dc59a0cd5b9bc979acd882a7cf4353760000160500175945566d535182665a8d75698e786b7f6d607164566f62547366585a4b3d685447796052806154
815b4f7f554a85544a84584b7151407256446f51446f50477f5c5a8b676977515957303a6239485b35415d354268424a6e484f6d464968414466424274555250
3632513733765c5a816a67644e4e533f405b484c523f44513e4555454b5d4c55594a544538422f222c2014200f0615180b191d09144124296941415e2c26591f
1484433384412d8f4c379a5a449c624b915b487849365d3322482216401c1e3f1a22421c23481e234d22255224245725235d2722652c2364261a662316702919
7e3623873c288639247933206a32275b2c2456251d50211953221a5829210000531a17561d1a5e221e6426226b29236d27226d251f6d231d7d352f7631287130
2672362b743c2f69382a592a1a3d1b101502061308101b0d131f0c10200a0a250b0730120c39191256352e5938315d3c37624340634846614647563f414c383f
3f2f42201932000015000e315177a177abdb60a0d45aa0d75ca2d96dacde42739f001c4100001800001509000f1000061100000c00000a0a0e00020d00001200
32504786ac6ab1de5ba2d05e9ecd76abd87ba1cb3e517800001f120c2963566a76666c6659574b3f3f322b28221f1c1d1d191c1e171d1f1822201a2f29224337
3158443d674d47714f4a754e4a734f496c544c5d4c43523d3a4b34364c343a462e3a361c2e21091d331e33341f34321d31311b2c321b2b391f2b40222d40232b
3a1d24260f131c090e22121822161e160c18110916160d1c2c2234271d2f271c302b2034241c2f170f220a03160500130203190b091b08000b1c050f4c292b62
342f71372c9352429b55429d594299594292553f804a37693b28532b1a461f15411a1d421922461c234a1e234e20245323235925235d2722652c2364261a6422
156e2a197d3522853c2883392376331f6630255b2c2454251d50211951221a5829210000511b16541e195e231f6428246b2b256d2b256d28236d27227b363173
342c6c312969322962312754281d40180a280b02180b0e150f161b0f1518090c16020320060433141144221d532f295a342e5e3a345f3d38603f3c61423f6447
44664a4f57405035243d000013010b2f56729d7ca8d96ba1d669a4dd67a1d777aadc4c729c051c3e0000140a00101700091c00021e0000180000170a0d00030d
00001000112e366d9471b1df62a3d565a2d57aacdc749ac6384e7300052616132f5b536a45425027283203051100000700000700010600030600010400010200
0101000204110d0e2c1d204531325d4244654c4e645656514948392f3420141e1105150a021506001800001900001901032100001a00001000000f03000e0800
0b0e000913000717000b10000c07000900000c00000f00001600001a00001300001500001500001600001500001300001200001a3943603b445d1b1d31070008
2b0e155e34337a453c8c4d3daa6753a3604b94553f7f4631693725562c1b4822143f1c1440191c411821451b22491d224d1f235222225824225c2621642b2261
25196222156a2918783521813c2780392372321e632f23582a2253251d50221a51231b56282000004e1c16531f1a5a241f632824672c25692b256a2a24682822
672923652b24612b265e2c24532821431e143212072008011b1214161317190f13140508130000200604391a17502c26532b255b312a60362f5f37305d383062
3f376f4e47775958694f5b402f44000013020a2d576f9981a6d670a2d873a8df6ca0d67daadb52729b0c1c3b00001011000c1c00042100002803001e00001a09
0806050d00000f00001d2c5e8675afde66a3d672abdc82b2e07094be30446700001c0301192f2b4200001000001300081d061d311935472445542347531f444e
0020280018200007100000070000070a010a33242e4f4049534d5254515838364105041200000f090f28222e4c253655102748183151132d4a0e223f1c264327
2a440e0a2203000e0a000b1a0b1b2e273a383d5235435b2c415c2c4561344b6c2236591d2d50252f53333b5e363c5d2c33522e35543442607990b1768eac4955
6d0b091b19060f5c393b865650874e419f5e4d985743884b36723c295d2e1e4b25174021143b1d163d181c401720441a21461c214c1e224f2121552321592520
612a215d25185c21136729177434207c3c267b39226d321d5e2c2054292053251d4f241b52241c54292000004b1e1550211857251d5e29216129246227235f24
205e231f4d15104f1b1653221e50261f46221c3c1c1531160e24120d1b1514141213140b0d110303160202290f0b44231e59332d5328215a2d245f3328603429
61352a6940327a51468060596c565c413545000011000b29546f9580a7d373a4d675abdf6ea1d37eabd85373980c1e3700000b1101061c02002101002a09001c
000014060006060a00000e000d2936658c75aeda6aa3d47bb2e183b0dd6184aa1f335100001200000c01031700001d0421422f51705179976491ab699bb36a9f
b56ea1b54f7e914f798a3f62721c354500061600000b02000f191322373842575a644549560208190000132c3f5a627e9b6a8faf638daf6190b16290ae6c94b2
829fba7c8da944496403031b00000c0008172d4354698d9f79a9c05f99b15592ae65a3c17bb4d570a1c576a0c388afd18eb1d17fa1c07b9eba84a8c67da5c984
a8cc5e7694161f350a020f4d3338875c5888534a7f44367e4230753e2b69372557302048291c3b241a381f1b3b171b3d171f411920451b20491e214d21205223
2055251f5c2a205923165821126229166f341f763c2574382068321c572a1d50271e50251c4e251c51261d52292000004b20174d221954251c57251d57231e54
201b511b164f19143a060242110d4a1f1a48241e3e2019341a142f19122a1c161a15120d0c0a0b0302100301220d0a381e1a502c265f352e55281f5c2b215f2f
226433256839297344347e51417c5a4f64535438343f00000d000e275371957ea8d170a4d473aadb6ca3d27eadd55275950b20340000090d04021904001e0300
2a0e001703000a0100020809000c1a1539535181a574acd76ca4d37aafdc739fca40608504163300000f000009090c20415b7d4f79a271a0c783b7da7fbadc76
b6d474b7d279bad47bb9d186bed587b5cc6c91a741576e11203500001100000e171c27484d58464d5c09142700061d2d4a656e96b482b6d376b2d16dadcb72b0
ce86bcd991bad5738ea8313e5800001400000c00000c0b293a5c8a9d7fbfd36bb5cd5cabc76abad76cb7d95294b84d85a8699bbd80adce82aecb8bb6d19ac8e6
71a3cb7cacd47092b52c3f5800000c200d1459363469372f662e21693120673223603324532f23432b2135241c311e1b36161c3c161e3e181f421b1f461d204a
201f4f221f52241e5a291f5423155320115c29156a341e703a236f381f64311b54271a4e251c4e251c4f261d50271e52292000004c23194d241a4e231a4f2219
4e1e184a181244100c3f0c0836050140140f49221e462520381e182b1712271712251b1514110e0505010700001003002e1a154a2e285b352f5f342d592a205b
291d5f2c1d66342271402c7b4a367e5039735040544b49282f3600000b0010264e76957aabd16ba4d06ca9d769a5cf7baed44e77920722320001060807001207
00170600241200110500050300000807102a36486e8673a4c672abd46ca5d170a5d25580a7123152000013000010322d384c50617fa0c677a9d97db6e27cbae4
6db1da57a1c54491b33987a64189a64f90ab659cb779a6c07b9ab5586f8a202f4b00011700010e242933333b470f1d2f000017001831285973518eaa5ea6c351
9eba5aa2bf68a9c3588aa222445d00051e00001000000c00000b0005162850615792a762aac05ca9c55cabc8478fb20e4e72001e41002546153d5c294d6b4265
815983a25f97c270a9d484afd4546e8a050a1e0800043a1c1b592e275f2b1f622d1e5d2d1f552d1f48291e3a251c2d1f192a1a1933161b3a151d3c181e3f1a1e
431c1f471f1e4b221e4e241d55291e5124154f201057281466331d6d3b236b371e61311a5024174d241b4e251c4f261d50271e51281f000044241d45241d4723
1d44201a4019153b120e350a062f0602340a093e1917492825442724351b1926110e24110e251612160d0b0800000c00001303003a211d5638325e3a345c3329
582c2157291c5a2b1b6536237445317c4e377a4d366648374a45421e293200000c0012274c779675add263a5ce64a7d265a6ce79afd250779109223200010606
06000e07000e06001a120103020000010000060d193d4f6392ac87bcdc75abce74a8ca72a0be44698300132800000f00101f525f6d7c92a97ba7d06aa3d469a4
d06da7d069a3c8538dac316a85164e6500334903334a1e4b62587f998baeca8aa8c5526d8d21344f00000c0b091525253119212d00000b00000f00102416556f
67b3d159abc961afce67acc93f738b00213300000b00051018162200000d00000c05213438687f609fb962acca53a1c06fb7da19577b00001f00001a00001700
001500112815324d4d77a06893c098b9df7d91af24293e0f051148313575545159312a593026532c2248271f3b211b311c1927161725141733161b38161c3b17
1b3d191d411d1f45201e49221e4b231d5227204e22174d1f125525176232226839266735235e2f1f4d23174c221b50241d54261f5527205327200000321e1e2d
1919281212210b0b1e06061e03041f03041f03042d10133215183a1d203e21243b2022321719270c0e20050722090b22090b290e1035191a432524472825401f
1838150d411c124b2517563121613b29633d295e392356311b42291b3835382834420000110008224e7c9a7bb9db5ca8ce5ba8ce5da2c776adce5e7c990f1c30
00000805000019120d12100a00010700000b00142a2c566f669ebd85c2e27ebcd670a6bc94c0cd32535a000709000105000d1823495b6595ad7fb6d76facd866
a3cf74a9cf78a2c1456177000c19000005000407030307000004000008000f2034516b81a9c887b7db6082a512132d0800090800050e070a0001010001040000
0c00354c64accf62b0d96ab7e365a7cc37657c00171f00020007040006000504000c00000c0000100b2a455183a36cb2d564b2d55fa9cd74aed3335477000017
00001213122700051200000e030d3149527fa0a4cca6a6c8524e6601000b11040e544247452e303c24243318192f1618351b20361e24311b222d151b36171a38
171939181a3c191b3e1a1a411b1b421d1b441c1b4a201f4c211d4e211e52241f5625215726225b2824572924441c17491f1a52221e5a25225b26235525210000
271a1d2316191f1013190a0d1706091706091b060a1c070b2912162e171b381c213b1f243a1d2232151a2b0b1124040a23030927070d3110133c1b1d45242646
272442211c3c1d144424194a2b1e53322358382758392652331e4b2a153a24173835392a32430000120007234e7b9c79b9dd57a9ce54a9cf64b0d67eb8dd6c8b
ac212e4a00000e000007030609000005000719183550426c8e5890b55fa1c966aacd6ba9c573a6b55072771e3532000700000300072a3244768867a9c861a8cf
70b2db649dc65683a443617825313f09060a0e00001802001701000e0000010002000814203c536691b078b1d8638eb522223e0a000b0e00021a090a110a0500
020000050e05384e5da2c753a4d161b2e164a9d038667d001317030500160e0009030206030b00000b00000f00112e3053735894b66eb6da67acd168a3c55271
9215213f00000f0700110f0c140000090000171e143e52476d5a51712b213a03000b0e041042363c3b2e323223262a171b2b151b331a22361d2534182330131b
36171a3818173919183a1a193d1b1a3f1b1b421c1c421c1c4820204a1f204d2021502223532224552426582527542626421b19471e1b56201f5d24235e252457
242200002013161d10131b0c0f17080b18070a19080b1f0a0e210c102b14182e171b361a1f371b2036191e3013182b0b1127070d1f00012a090c371619412022
4524264526234625204727204e2f264f31245132235032214c2e1d45281540210e331b0f3e3439313143000012000623507a9c79b8de55a8d050a7d356a7d463
a4cf467099051c41000015000a1e172b3816323f3c63775788a269a5c569acd167afd962a7ce42799a1b445900172100090b000100000b0c31515c72a5bb77bc
dc559cc37ab3da5c88ab2548640013270000090601041406001403001100000c0200030307000009001a31436e8d70a7ce749fc43b415a1407150f00031c0a0b
1c0f0b02040400050f05354c549cc0479cc857aedc60acd235687e000d130302001b12030b080504040805000c00000c00001202163439628471aacb76b4d663
9fbf6d99b64e6983040e2400000b0d081509011300001600001a05001b13072512041c0f011124172146363b3e2d303422232a18192a1617321b1f351e223119
1f2d13193418193618173919183a1a193d1b1a3f1b1b421c1c421c1c4820204b20214d20214e2122502223512324542325522424421b19471e1b56201f5d2423
5e252457242200001a0d10180b0e17080b15060918070a1b0a0d220d11240f132e171b2f181c33171c32161b3114192d10152c0c122a0a101e00002c0b0e3d1c
1f4625274626254525244a29264f2e2956372e5233284d2f224629193f22123a1e0c361a082e160c43333938304300001200062353799d7bb7e054a7d34ba7d6
57afe05fa8da4c80b024477419345a3c56735d80966492a571acc16eb2cb5aa5c74f9bc363addb6cafdc32658b00072300000c00000500000209131954718185
b9d173bbde59a0c778a9cb43648000152b00000b0000040901001608021507000e00000e070204090c0000090000162654726aa2c783afd25c667c2119250c00
0115030419090801000100000b012e455aa2c5499fc954aed960afd5366c83000d160101001108000d0d0700010102000506000d00000e000013192f4d597e9e
82b8d570abc77bb2cb6e9bb22945580000100000090c011508001a0500190a001a17062025142932222f453239524041402c2c35221f2d18152b1613311b1b34
1e1e30191d2c13153418193618173719183a1a193b1b1a3e1c1b401c1c421c1c4721214921214b20214d20214f21224f21225120224f2121421b19471e1b5620
1f5d24235e25245724220000170a0d15080b1506091304071706091b0a0d220d11251014311a1e2f181c3014192c10152b0e132a0d122c0c122d0d1323020531
10134221234a292b4929284828274a2b284f312b5537304e312844271e391d1132160931160632170730170f46313b3e2f4300001200042455789e7bb6e254a5
d649a6d94fabe062b1e86eaae06998ca6a91bd769ec37cacca75b1c956a0b662b5d05cb1d6459bc54c9ccd65a8da5a89b536527622283f060311010007121724
6884977eb2ce5da9cf64abd2638aa526394e00000c0000070c08090f0500100100180a000c01000b0805020a0f00000b0000121d4e6a68a3c588b7d879899b2d
28310a00010e00000e000201000400000d0c364e69afd252a8d056b1d85eaed13e758e02202d0000020700000c0e070001000300000c030b07000901000e0a0b
252c3f5a7ea5c07eb5ce79b9cf71afc1568497122c3e00000c04000f1e0d2c2e1a3c3b28433f2c41402d3c46333c4c373b4f3a37432d2638231a2d180f2c160f
301c17331f1a2f19192b1313331917341917351a18381a193b1b1a3e1c1b3f1d1c401c1c4721214921214b20214b20214c1f204c1f204d1f204c201f421b1947
1e1b56201f5d24235e25245724220000180b0e16090c15060913040715040719080b200b0f220d11341d2130191d2d1116270b1026090e270a0f2d0d13301016
2e0d1038171a4423254c2b2d4e2e2d4c2c2b4a2b284a2b284f332d452a22371c14291107250d01291105321a0e371e1a48313b412e4303001200032457789e7d
b6e254a5d649a5da47a2da53a7dd69a8e077aade80adda85b4db87bcdc80c1dc58a4bc6dbfdc6cc3e952a9d74a9acf60a4db75a7d77d9ac168708d38354a0000
0913192a6f8ba278abcb4c98c065aacf36566d0e18240000070b090d2118161305001300001908000c000009060400060b00000b00061a295d796da9cb82b5d1
8fa0af36333a0700010a000107000200000904192a37617a73b6d75eb0d558add35aa7c94e859e284859090f1a0100010507000002000101000b040710010b0a
000908001107092058728a75a5bc71b4c86cb5c572afbf3f6778020f2300000f1505223d274558415b523c4d432e393f292f4028283c241d452d233a22162f17
0b2d160c301b12321e172e1a1528140f331917341917351a18361b19391b1a3c1c1b3d1d1c3f1d1c4622224721214921214a1f20491e1f4a1d1e491c1d491d1c
421b19471e1b56201f5d24235e252457242200001a0d10180b0e16070a1304071403061605081c070b1e090d37202430191d2b0f1423070c22050a25080d2d0d
133212183b1a1d401d1f4724264f2c2e52323150302f472928402320452b2739211a2a120b1f07001c07002611083520173d282548303c432e43050012000324
58779e7eb6e155a6d54ba5d957b1e558a8dd64a1d470a3d079a4cb78a5c677aac676b2ca6bacc66eb6d467b5de5aabdc53a4dd5da5e06ca4d9789fcb8fa2c369
72881014250e192c6c8ca581b5d74b95bf5799bd051f3101050b000001100a091d0e0a14000015000017030010010005010200000600000c001d323f789370b4
d377aec799abb83b393d0300020100040806110f182730495d78a4bd74b1d167add059a4c6589cbb6498b15a7b90293749000005000100060700090a06060203
0b000514020f0f000c01000c212e4252788c71b2c270bdcb72b9c96299aa2f4b6200021b010012311d364e394e442d3d361f293b22243e2420341b13462c203b
22143017092d1608301c0f311f142b1a1125140c311a16331917341a18361b19371c1a3a1c1b3d1d1c3f1d1c462222482222472121471f1f461e1e461b1c451a
1b451b1a421b19471e1b56201f5d24235e252457242200001c0f12190c0f17080b1304071302051403061904081b060a382125311a1e2a0e1321050a20030824
070c2e0e143514174522244421234623254f2c2e553534533332462827391e1c3e2422311a17210a0715000015030023110c35231e402e2f46303e412e430300
120004235a789d80b6e057a6d34ea6d658aede59a5d567a0cc739ec56c8faf4e728b2e5a6d204f6256839d588cae5b9bc65ca4d856a4df54a0dc60a2d774a7d4
95b6d7849ab2223145061a2d6a8ba692c4e65699c44b86a800000b0000020301020800000f000013000017000015000013020501000200000800000f012e434d
8ba374bcd96ea8bf9dadb83c3940000005000008061222182f434e7089acd9f373a8c86da6c7609ab95d93b077a2bd7c9eb73d566c00010f000000100e081117
1200000001000112070f13010e07000900000e334f6178b1bf7cc6d468b2c472b3c7517d96000f2a00001222112a3c2a3d321d2b2d171e3e2626462c283e231a
482c1f3d22123017072c1605311b0e311f122b1a1123140c2f1b16311a17321b18351b19361c1a381d1b3b1d1c3d1d1c452322462222452121451f1f431d1d44
1c1c421a1a421a19411b19471e1b56201f5d24235e252457242200002316191b0e111203060c00000e00001605082510142d181c30191d230c101b00041a0003
25080d2f121735151b361518411e204622224b29284e2c2b4929283f21203317182b1011230b0b230d0d200c0c18070617070620100f2719192b1b20412e3d40
31450600180a11306283a672a9d04a96bf5baed956a6cf65aad15d8db132536f041d3300081600060c00030c000018243e626d98c57ebaf056a0dc4796d35dab
e171b4e18abddd7aa0b8365264021e31365a738cb9da70a9d4215375000711121b1a1c1c1a1109081101001f09091f060813000026151e01000700000b001c2d
43728673b3ca6eb9d367a2b75a6672302b3400040f00000c00152a5e859f94c3dd6697b36e9cb983aecb32597400102a3e627ca2c4dd81a5be40586a070b1101
00000001000006060000020000040d010b0e010f090516000e202f5c6c68a9ba6db6ca68afc866a1bd567c9a030a2501000f0d011330202d38242b3c24244127
233b2017361a0d361b0b331a0a301a092c180b27180a24160c23140c23110c2813102d1815341d1a361f1c381e1c371c1a381a193d1d1c3f1d1c3f1d1c401c1c
421c1c421c1c421c1c421d1b411b19431a17511b1a5e2524672e2d612e2c00002215181b0e111203060c00000e00001706092510142d181c2f181c230c101b00
041b000426090e30131835151b361518411e204622224b27274c2a294727263d1f1e311516280f111500001702061502061100031203061c0f1222171b23171f
3b2e3c32273b0000120007255c7da076abd1519dc360b1d85eaad071afd1648caa284157000816000005000201000004000010080d323a57856395cb569eda48
9cd84ea2d7519eca78b5d579a9c0375a6a000e1f2141588db2d284b3db335d7f0000090001000000000100010800010e00021000050c000507000800000b0004
1639586b6c9ab16ba9c161abc37ab3c84e5a681f1d2900000c00081d1d4c666098b77eb6d574a6c48fb6d168859f1f354d00041b1f395180a2bb8db8d35e8197
2b3541000108000004000c0f0013160410160e0d150a051000000900061915394b4c829877bbd471bcd8599ebd598cac32456002031900000c201825392a333c
2a2b3f2622391e16361a0e35190c331a0c30190b2b170a26160b24160c22140c21110c2613102b1815321d1a341f1c361f1c361c1a361b193b1d1c3d1d1c3d1d
1c3f1d1c401c1c421c1c421c1c421d1b421c1a431a17511b1a5d2423662d2c602d2b00001f1215190c0f1203060d000110000218070a2611152d181c2d161a22
0b0f1c00051d0106290c1133161b37171d361518421e1e452220482424482625422123371b1c2d1214250c0e1100000f00010c00010a000110040a1f151a2219
211d141d4c4352342f42000012000624587b9b77afd257a1c55eadd35da8ca79b5d5668aa41c2e41000008000001000b0500010004000f0000161d315c5c88bb
67aee658ade64fa7db4b9fc76fb4d174a7bb2f556300000e0922387b97b491b2d859789900101d0001020000040000050a06110f07140d011107001200000e00
00162a3d5466869d83b0c77ab2c969abc279acc226314100000f00001205304d528eb06eb1d66fafd384b7d790b1cc384b60020a1d00000c00091c3f5f767fae
c880abc665788d11202f00000b00081119373e354d552d3842080d1800000b00000e00041913435b68a6c276bfdf57a3c768a6c86e8ca91b273f00000f090b18
2f28313d30343d2929341c1533180f35190d32180c2f170d2b160d25140c22140e21130d21110d241410291915301d1a341f1c361f1c341d1a351b19391e1c3b
1d1c3d1d1c3f1d1c3f1d1c401c1c401c1c401d1b441e1c441b18501a195c2322652c2b602d2b00001c0f12170a0d1203060e00021201041a090c2611152d181c
2a1317210a0e1d01062004092c0f1435181d38181e371619421e1e46211f4521214321203d1c1e321617290e10210a0e0f00011000040f01070d020a1a111a2b
242d2b232f1b1522534d5c343244000012000e2b54799974afd158a4ca57a9ce58a2c67ab6d66588a411223700000902060c0f1915000506080110000017243b
606694c26ab2e654aae052aada5fb0d77ab8d45c8a9d17354200000b000c205060798094b7859bb91a2d3c000a1200000800000e040a1b000014000010000012
010a243c4d696d84a07394af83adc696c6de77adc44a758a00021400000f00092630648767add76fbae66eb0d97bafd14f6d840f1b2b00000800000700000c00
13263e6c8985b5d38aadc937546e00061d0005172b4a5978929e6d7f8a202f3d000e1d00000f000013000a242f6b8b61a6cb63afd772b5da8eb6d5455c770114
290003130f111d352f36423336301b1830161032170f31160e2e140e2a130f24120d2111101e110f20110d2414102919152e1e1a321f1c341f1c321d1a331c19
381e1c391e1c3b1d1c3d1d1c3d1d1c3f1d1c3f1d1c401d1b46201e451c194f19185a2120632a295f2c2a0000180b0e14070a1203061001041504071c0b0e2712
162c171b28111520090d1e020723070c301318381b203a1a2038171a45201e45211c421f1d3e1c1b3716182c1011230a0c1b060a1301061d0d131c0f19191019
28202c3b3742332e3b1a1423231f300d0d1f000012000d2a4972946ea9ce59a8cf58acd456a4cd78b7df5f87ab091f3d00001000000b00070d00000500000801
1024395d7b68a1c857a3d34497c957a8d776bbe27eafcb3a576a000a160000080506161d1f36575e7d98a4c24451651425340000100000100000130000150000
170009293d57796d8aab8caccb8badcc93b7d395bad4597e980d2d4400001000041d254d715c95c059a2d460aade6aadda5d8eb200152b000511000002040206
00000900000f0026416fa1c37bb1d45e8fb3295372001f3b253f5789a1b39eb7c75d798647667500233300001500001a002c4f3c7aa466adda67a8d385b6d86d
91ad33506a00081c00000c272530483e432f1d1e2c14142e13112e13112b110f26101021100f1d0e111d0f0f1e110f2314102819152e1e1a30201c321f1c321d
1a331c19381e1c391e1c391e1c3b1d1c3d1d1c3d1d1c3d1d1c3f1e1b462320461d1a4f1918581f1e6128275e2b29000014070a1205081203061203061706091d
0c0f2712162c171b250e121f080c1f0308260a0f33161b3b1e233c1c2239181b45201e44201b411c1a391815311012270b0c1f050a190309210e152a1b24281c
28201825302a37413e4c312e3c0d091a00000b00000c000010091d3a48729565a4ca5aacd759b3de56a8d773b8e5618fba17325800001700001200000f000009
031c24264a565e92aa71b4d555a5d050a2d167b0de79b2d95d7e991a25380000080d000a10031101000c272642767a987c859e5b6a7f33465f19334d0e2c4b12
3555264e723e678c709bc06e97bc82a9cb9fc2e298b8d7617b971c334e0009211e344b2c4a676594bc75b2e54a92cd5199d466a5d74b7ca20000120008110000
0008080611181f0003140226426195b8599fc86eb4de72a2ca37577c1e32505c6f889bb7ca9bbecd81aebd3b6b7b104058002c4a002a502f66935f9ed05795c5
6ca1c784b2d06188a3011d3400000f161a27463f482e1e232712162a11132c1113280f11250e12200d111c0c111a0d111e110f2114102819152d1e1a30201c30
201c301d1a311c19361f1c381e1c391e1c391e1c3b1d1c3d1d1c3d1d1c3f1e1b482522471e1b4e1817561d1c5f26255d2a280000110407100306120306130407
19080b1f0e112813172b161a230c101e070b200409280c1136191e3d20253d1d2339181b45201e431f1a3e19173514112d0c0e2408091d030816000626161c2f
232b2a202c1e18252d27363e3a4b24223300000b01000c131123262c43435775628bb064a4ce53a7d64eacdc4aa1d566b0e46a9dd13f63931f39631e36581b3a
550e36473c6a6f59949875bccc6ab9d657abd367b6e367a6d448739a22314d0d06190f00051c000918000c0c000b0900192b2a46686d887784a07f93b1718fae
6288ac6494b870a7ce79b3dc76b0d9659cc36a9abe769dbf5a75951e304d010b2805122c69849e6d95b47fb5e077b4ea5499d7579cda6ba7dd6897bf1531440b
171d000100040600222b2d3e51605a79946ba0c651a8d659b1e183bae9708eb9303e6429355369859ba5d0df7eb7c56dacbc5c96ad427a993a6c944e80b06197
cc639ccf5893b982b7d774a2bf1438510000100912213b37422c2026241116271014290f14260e14220c131e0b121c0b14190b111e10102114102619152d1e1a
30201c30201c301d1a311c19361f1c381e1c391e1c391e1c3b1d1c3b1d1c3d1d1c3f1e1b492623471e1b4d1716541b1a5d24235d2a2800000b04060d04060d04
0610050916090d200e132612192b151c2009131d040e1e020e270b173418243c202c391c2b341621401f213f1e1b3818172f1112270a0d1f050a190107130006
27161f30232d2b1e2c1c13222921333932451a152800000c3c3a4c52576c6879957697b878abd166aad34fa1cc4ba0cc4294c35da9d96eaddf6096c75481ae59
84ab658fb16998ac6ba1a67cb9bb7bbecb5ea5bb5a9fbe77b2d75983a60a1e3c00000f11000b1f00072000021800010f000405000800000c0b0d244f56718f9e
ba9fb5d392b4d389b7d57cb3d46eaaca71a8c97cabcc7496b5455c78121d3700031c101229242a41a6b8d1a2bddd8eb6de7baddd74abe275ace383b3e19cc2e6
5c738716212a0000000000002a31368794a2b8cee68ab4d679c5eb54a0c87ba8cf95acce545c79131c323f586694bfc8639ca590ccd895cbde85b5cd8eb5d784
a9cf789fc78ab2da658eb088b0ce81a5c12c4c63000013020e1e302d3b2c202c230f1a250e18240d17210c161f0b161a0a17190916190a141c0e141f12152217
1b261c20261e23261d25241b232519232b1c262f1b26321b25361a25381b23391a23391a233d1b214a2626481f1c491816501a195923225a29270000070a0c06
090b09080a0b080c1409111c0d1726111f2b1325260b20260a23321530331834250e29230d2b2b14342a142c2b141e291214230c101c070b1a040a19050c1b08
111e0a1534222f2c1b2a2a1b2b3525383f304436283f1a0c2300000e4b51688198b39bc6e576b1d34a8fb44892b65da2c162a7c470b5d458a0c35aabd261b3de
57a5ce6aafd686bedd7dadc484b0bb8bb6bd8bb7c27ea7b55f8292324b5b0b13240300081300051c000129020528040420060216060105010000000000000800
000c02041831364a48576b3d596b345d6c3f6a793c5f6e2b414f1917280500090800090500080709152124345c566d5b5874535a794359773453742e52703354
703d576f2e3b4f02051500000806000d2825334044554954673e53672d50661b3e532c41523e4953242b30040e0e273c396c8b888cb4b5436b7112323d152e3c
24374623324026343f39425114152b1d2138212d4305192c000011071323332f4038293c351f3041293b402c3d25162607000b06000c23142744354546374739
2b3b2b25362a2c402c354b29344e222c4a1f25463836583f375a412f523b24444226454c2e4b4829443d1b2e431e2249201d4b201d4e211e5023204f24210000
061010050d0e070a0d0a080c110811190b18220e1f270f253d233d3b203c3d24443d264834204331214533244b3124453c2e3e3a2e3635293331252f30243030
2533332836342b3a342a3c2d2335261d332a223830283f29223b18112a01011b38435d627c9985b5d98ccbf187c9f185c5e98ec1dd8cb9d28bbbd375b0cc72be
e273c6ee5fb1dc65acd375aaca6a94ad7ca0b26a8c98476673223e4a081d270007120200060c000420030b27040c2703071f0102160300110a03080a02000501
00040e00000b00000b000009000917000913000a1200111700161c00040d0700050f00050f000508000500000500000803001106001700001a00041c00051c00
091c000c1f000f2100000f00001300000e00000e000014060a1b00021300091800071800000c0000050005060002000003000b1a102b3f3828413f041d210000
0800000800000700000500010100020505000901000c00001100000f00000c00000c0002140a001329162b311c3140314522172b0600120d06191c112547384c
25142b13071f00001600001800001b00001a00001e0000200000230503320e02300d002421083045274c48284c38152f431d2349201d49201d4a211e4c23204d
242100000b1413091211090c0e0b090d1007101608151c0a1b200b1f3c243c341d382713321f0e2f1b0e30160c2f0d072c07042507071f06081c04061a030519
03061a06081e070c21070e23081127030c2200062000062000092500092500042100001c040c290e1e3d26476d47739e5785b05a81a9687fa07687a4788aa76a
87a86796be619ac64a83af41739d46678a39526e133148052437000f2200000f00000e00000c030616150e1d0d000b0f00070f00070c00050300050000040000
0400050c00010f00000c00000c00000b00000c00000b00010b00030900010900000900000d0c00100a000d00000800000800000b000012000016000015000015
00001300001300001400001300001215283d131f3500000f00000f00000e00000e00000f00001200001000000b00000400010001030000030000020000010100
000500071200000b00000b00000900000800000800011100000d000e1d001926000d19000b18010c1c00000f180b1f170a1e41394c201b2e0806181a182a170f
224b3e5211001707001300001800082400092700052600092e00143b000025070c3707002a03001a0a001740224748294a2c0a21431d2349201d49201d4a211e
4c23204d242100000e17160d14130d0e100d0a0d10070f1407111908171d081c301c3425132c0a00170000130601220101230000170000170000170000160000
1600001600001600001900001a00001b00001c00001b00001b00001d00001f000222000225000223030e2e00001a000020000532000532000028141a3d494667
1d1a3b161d4209255000205000103f00063000022500001d000a25000c2600102700172e09243a1e334736415545475d0300130e051b20182e2c293e1f263b0b
1d30082436173546051a2d1022351e2c3e2636482b42501f414d002f39001923001c27001b2a00061800000c141628424a5b3f5763203c4e243d59213a5a1b39
581639551539551239531037510e364e2a4f6558788f5c788e233f52041d311f3749354d5f24435818405e254d6b3854673646512b31321d1a17090500030000
0000022e3942536675435d6f2b4d5f2f576835606f345a68516173536473506f7e456f7a3c68754d717d4c5e702a3041080318050011423f541f1f310a0c2023
2537120d224d425817061d1b0f272d2e48465773506e8b4971904f779b6184aa4c648c5a648e37335c0100190800163d2041452746240218451d2249201d4920
1d4a211e4c23204d242100001017140f14110f0f0f0f0a0d12070f1407111908171b091a37263b2e20380e04200c0b27353957414d6b344463334a6c2e4b722a
4c752d4f782f527833547a33577b33577a32597b537d9c517b9d4d7c9d4b7c9e497a9e447a9d41769c4873985b70914153761c3c6502275500002f0000200704
29493c5e6e6183706b925b6c994864943e5e8d415d885966886e75946a7a995f7391526b874b65814f6a845d779172859e8090a91f2643343b586168878592b2
7c93b45c7d9e547f9e6b96b385a2bc8ba1b890a3b897acbf96b3c387afbd6b9fab578f9c2d606f214a5e0010260000121020387a8fa39fbfd082a9bd77a5c376
a7c97ba9cc7eabcc7ea8ca7ea9c881adca84b1cb81aec779a6bf81aec5517c9114394f496a7f94b3c880a4be5f92b870a2ca8bafcd8196a952585f211a1c0f02
00130604150f145d626d92a6b98baec475a5bd74aec675b5cc76acc28faec19ab7c792bdcc7db1bd7bb1be96c4d1829eb0404e600102180200144041571f2236
0b102524273b110d244a405819082121142e40465f768ba691b8d389bbd985b8d88dbbdea2c3e893a6cd56577d0e04270c00193a1f3e4527442d0c1f451d2249
201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100000f14110f120f0e0d0b10090b13070d1809121e0c19200d1c38273c31263c120e262326406e7b9590a5c08ca6c292b4d7
76a3d073a4d678a7d87babd97fadd87eadd57cacd07aabcd8bbcde84b6d87cb0d277afd276b0d574afd56ba8ce6ca1c791b2d38fadd178a4cd5a8ab82f598811
2d581e2348383152968caeaaaacea0b4df90b1de8cafdc82a1ca8d9dbca7afcc949dbd95a2c298a9c89ab1cd9ab3cf98b3cd96b0ca98acc93141603241635668
8b8ba4ca98bae37baad26ea7d085bae096b8d78098b06c80976d85977391a2729aa877aab886bfcd699fb26d9db5486d8703223d000e292a47617093a88cb9d2
639fc168aacf76b1d77aadd375a3c7759fc27ea8cb86b4d283b6d2699eb778aec55f92a817445b33596f8aabc097bddb6fa6d57cb3e489b4d96f8aa4363e4a06
00050e000019060a0700043b3f4c70899f81acc778b4d370b8d66ab8d773b5d378a1b67a9dad74a7b577b3bf83bfcb8ec1cf6787981b2d40050a1f0b0c223d3f
5520253a091025191e33111026433b521b0a230c021b1e263f59748e7faec878b3cf65a3c1619abb8fb9dc6e88ac373d60100628180623381f394327403e1d2d
451d2249201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100000d100c0d0e0a0e0b0911080a16090d1f0c1324101b251320322235292134010218151f3570839c97b4ce90b4
cd99c6e770a9da6daae072afe378b1e27ab1de7aafd678accf77a9cb7fb1d171a3c36497b76499b970a7c879b1d477b1d677add078aaca80b4d676b8e169aedb
5e9ecc5082ac324f7010213e44506e7588a986abd185b5dd79abd3517b9e344e6a3e4b653a3e5c4b4f6d606a877888a1899fb790aac294aec695acc749607c14
2b4c0923473f618a6c9ac569a2ce5c9ecd6da8d46b8caf3b4e6911243b182d402741533356665a87978bbed286bad28ec1dd8dbadb5e85a7082c4a000017082c
454e7c995fa7cb64b2db70b1dc6098c345719c325981365b833e688b4f7e9f5e92af75acc570a4bc33617800263c2f4b617b9cbd70a4da6da5e05886b41f4061
0007190000050c00010e0002050007070d1e3050695e91b167add056a7ce4da1c95ea6ca35617a163a4c215463639eac7db8c6598e9d1e40520000110e142b1e
1e36393b5222263d070d240b0f2615132b3d334c35243e07001600031b2a4c655f96af63a8c3529ab74d8fad4274941c3c5b040e2c130d2a301e373b22383c1f
3442222f451e2049201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100000c0c060b0b050e09061208081b0a0d210e1329121c2a15233c2a3b2d253700000f020f2358718779
9cb26792a76ca1c15598ca5299d1589cd15f9ed0629dc96299c06294b66391af517e98406c85325c753a637e547f9c6e98b779a3c575a4c5679cbc64a5c655a3
cc51a6d26dbeeb7dc2e94f7e9f0a2b4607243f4d718d77abce83bee372acd12b5d7d000923000010000016000013000013040e242234475065787f97a99db4c8
8298b01b345000001f10385d588bb76baad85fa9d96baad843618506132f00001200000f00000f000c1c2042545d889d82b0cd6395b572a2c68cbade557da100
193900102b23516f63afd762b7e364a8d74077a609325f00012e000021000025274f736b99b78bbcd68fbfd76189a100061d000012647ea07fade870a4e53766
9800092d00001200000c140b140700050000090000100f38534f8bad68b4dc56a9d44c9ecd64a8d10c334e0000100015285e97a583bbcc3a6a7a000e23000010
171a342b2b4336375123273e060c2500041b17142f372e475b4a64150b270000131b41595c9ab274c0d86cbcd56fb6d00e425f000a26000015221b344a374c40
26383115263b1c25451f1f49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100001e1d1516120b100803150806230f102d161a2f141c270f1b362030392d3d11112300000e
000e220025392a596c70abc768b0e14e9cd363abdf5d9fce71abd47aacce285370001a3300001500081a000d1f00091c000b1f0b1f3633465f48678272a1c281
c3e855a8d34aa4d254afda60b1d86ba7c62e5e76001f386192ac78b5d566a8cc6caacc2a5c7a00001500001004001203000c00000b00000900000802131c3b4e
57788a95a2b5c451687c00132e02294b5287ae63a4cf4d9ac76eaed920365b00001500000f00000f00020e000311000213001229799fbd75a3c778a8d07fafd7
7ca5ca4163860000173057796db7e15aaede68abdd6c9dcf082a5a0000240a1d4a00153d00001c00001d3c607aaccee79bb7cd22374b00001109193c7394d17f
aaed709cd102295100001500000c00000816162200000e000a2240729067aacf4797c055a6d561abdb336c97000322000015000e2444738693c4d84a7689000f
270d19311b1b371d1a351b1b370b112a0000130000120c0b273b344f4838552e2742000013163d5765a7be59aac15bacc56db6d002364f00041d0e162f31283e
2b17282f14233216213f1f25451f1f49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100001e1b111611071208021a0a062a121235181d35161f31131e3b22313f303f231f
30061121001224000c1e1342526aa7c365b1e14b9cd561abdf5b9ecb6fa9ce78a8c6284d6300142600000d00030d00010c00000800000900000b1313251d2941
53789875afd85ca9d650a8d852abd95cadd471afcd3f708a00243b6192ac71aece5b9cbd639cbd24506d00001000000c0b011307000901000703020a00000300
02041621233b484c738189374956000d200b324d5f93b56caed650a0cb73b2da2a3a5d00001200000e01000c03020a00010b00000c000d225e7e9d6e99be77ab
d577abd578a5cc51739600032137567766abd854a4d567a6d86e9dcf122f600000232129581b234c08143800082721344f6a7d9466758a18223500000e000424
5b71ad88a9ec7ea8de1c476e00082200001400000c00000e00071e0a2d49518cae73bfe55cacd761abd94e8cbc0a356200001f00001300021c3c627891bbd356
7b9100132e08112b35345326254106082608112b25324e1e2943030a270b0a263c2e4c2b234000001b28526b6aaec55aabc25cacc56bb1ca01314900051d1719
3035263a30172732162133161d3f2023451f1d49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100001c170c150e05160800210d083216173f1e21421c243d172144243141
2b392f263525293a081d2e00000f00243565a0bb63b0e2489bd460aade5b9cc76fa5c876a2bb2644550009140002090101050300020700020800040800050a00
07000010293d606a93c06ca9dc64ace058a3d561a4cf83b5d76087a20529426e95af7aadcd6599bb6d9abb33516e00001208021319111e0c020e020005030406
0001000002000002000a110e333a3d131e2700031116394e6b9eba74b7d856a5cb76b4d83740600700110700090c000a0a000404000300000700071a304a6762
8bb079afd96da5d076a5cc6b8caf0c1a383c557562a2cd529dcf67a2d5739fd01c366600002d38396739345d413b5e1b17360909231e1f3529293b1210210000
090000133541778ba4e28db4e648769a1e49641e435931475e23364f2b476439668762a5ca74c3ea68b6df68a9d43c699600032d01052900001d000017304d67
91b2cd6787a00b1c3900052243446421234100001a1526426a7e9b637a9510223f000015211634191330000d283e6a8373b5cc5ba9c162aec668a8bf00263e00
0921241c323a243536172437192033181a402221451f1d49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100001b150a170f041a0c0229110a3c1c1b4a23264d2028471c25
49232f34172627152638364721303f00000e0015256299b462afe2469ad65eaae0599cc96da3c6759cb6213c4c0000080205070a04030d01010f00000f000010
00021200070900120713375f7eaf77a9df71aee65f9fd4679fce8fb7db718fac0f2a447998b38bb5d477a4c57fa7c6455e7a05081c140d1c140f1c05030e0406
0c1013150e140f0003000002000707010c0c0a0004090000091b394a6a9cb473b5d353a6c875b3d53f46631000120a00051101061000000a0000050002000312
001733527c9f78b2db64a3cb72a7cd7da2c2222f494155736ba4cf58a0d16ca5d676a3d1203b69000330423d6845385e533f6138244217051e0a000d16081821
1723160f1800000e1016458091c88db3df6fa0c25d91aa6a98af96b5d087a3c06488ab6699bf65aed663b3dc63aed6619ac131507700001c261d431e17380002
20253e5a8facc77b98b31729460000162b3150010b2900122f425c7886aac48db2cc3c607a000019000019000015000c274c789173b5cc5da7bf68afc8609ab2
001932060f253122363d1f303918213d1c1f33181641242145201c49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100001e160a1c1206220f063016104722205427285523
294f1c264c1d2b23000c15000c3f35473a405100000e0014236194b05eace34399d95caae4589bcd6ba3c8719bb41d3848000005000202090401100601150602
17060719080b1c0a0f11091b060f36607baf79a6de73a9e4669dd4709fd092b0d56a7e9c10213d7c93af91b4d47ca5c781a7c53f597300000d00000a00000b00
030f242e344c55574e55522b2f28100f070905000500000000020000081430426191a969aecb4ca1c371b0d040486113000f0c00011405011103000e00000800
0000020e000013426f9072b4d95ea5cc6faccc81acc72a394e44577278afd664a9d672add978a7d31d3b660001293c375e4230534125444d2945411f352d101f
2c17223b2d33342d301716240000226473a080a5cb80b4d175acc5689cb581a7c57293b8759dc676acd764aed85faed567acd15485a725365500001a49365b42
34580a0f301f33518aa6c38da9c6233957000017000a29000017254662709bb67aaec787bed76ea3bc20445e000015000013000520537d966fafc65fa6bc70b0
c755859d000a2216142c40283c411b2c3f1921421f2134171443272145201c49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d24210000231c0d2317092a150b3a1c154d26225a
292b5a22295219244a16222300051700083f30404344540001100015256492b05ba9e43e97dc59aae9579ed26da6cf729fb91c3b4a0000070000010101000a03
000901000800000800000d02060806172433596c8dc070a1db69a1dc69a0d979a5d888a0c84555740815317489a488acca739ebd739fbc2d506600000c000009
00000c0b1e2d5d6f7a96a6ab879393464c47100e080700000a03000502050000080e283a5888a066abc84ca2c46cb0cf3f485e12000b0c00001407001304000f
02000a000003050b00001034668468b3d55caccf6ab0cd76a8c02034474559707fb4da6aadd874b0da76a8d0183b610000233633553e2a49310d2951263d5f33
46552d3a4a2d344b3a3b443f3c34333b0000153f4a716b90b080b5ce67a3bb255e79072f5300204a658dbc71a8d763add967b3db6eafd03a65820c142d130320
50385c5141651013341122417e9ab798b6d3324c69000017000017001430507f9984bed661a5bc66b0c678c0d65e90a811183500001500062358829b6fabc365
a7be75afc7416b840000162519314e2d4042172643192048222234181244292145201c49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d242100002a21122a1d0f321b1141211a
5429255e292b5c202652151f470d1a2700051c0009452f403e384900000c000f216792b157a6e53a94e058abee58a1d96faad673a3c11d3f5100010900000200
05020708040101000100000000000303070510204d688e79a5d8629dd75797d369a5df7daee07390b714254402112d6e85a080abc86ca3be74abc43567790011
1c00141d1634454865788da9b6a9c1c97d8c902d36350300000700000d03030903080000090b25375788a26ab2d04ea8cc6db2d13b46590d00050a0000110800
1207000f04000a010004090c00000f2b627d5fb1cf5bb4d467b5ce669cb2102937455c7078aed165a7d06dacd470a5cb123a5e000020363555402c4a330c274d
1c305e2b3b5d30394f3033463632403f373e41430000111722425378927bb3ca66a5bb0e496500001e0002305f88bb6da2d65ca5d360acd45f9cbc1238500000
0e341e363a204347345b030529000a2b6a88a79abcdb3d5b7a00001b0006252d58756aa3be6fb6cf56a8bf469fb552abc17ebcd4515b79110d2c051734658ca6
74aec66dabc378aec52e50690000122f1e3558324446152347191e4c2423331810452a2145211b49201d49201d4a211e4c23204d24210000332318331e143a1d
1449231d592a275f292a5c1e2252141a44091331000b2f0816493242342a3c00000c00091b6d92b258a6e03a97da59aeea5aa4d872aed879a7c523425700030e
000103070b0b10101005070700000400000704101e0b233b648fb681b9e85e9bcf5791c67aa9db8fb5e17185a80007240014316a88a57eb0ce71afcd83c1dd52
8aa11842532a4d5d6a8da288a9bea5c4d396aeb84f5f63050d0e0300001107070d000308000700000b0e243b5e8caa74b8db55aed571b6d63645540b00010a00
000e06001008000b0400070100050c0f00000c30607768aec76eb9d371b5cc5e92a4041f2f425f726aa6c659a0c765a7cc6ba3c6113a5c0002203b3a5649324c
41172e4a142750172455212750252646282245342b4d42400b011304072148647b84b2c97eb8d02c66850018401745736595ca6fa8db599cc95899c14e7e9c00
102801000b543c501f07253323460000180000195b7a9b99bde03e6488000327001f426293b575b1d05a9fba64b0c84594a93b899c8ec8df7c92b0212e4e0b29
486a96b378b1cc73aec979aac41f3e590000132e20375535463e151f45191e4d262237180f492a1f45211b47211d47211d48221e4a24204b252100003f1e1943
211c4e25215628235a26225b221f581c1a5519183300003e0e143a141e4a314046374a00000e060a216c8cab6ab8e148a9d7459cc85ba5cf80b8dd7aa0be3447
5c00000903000414090d21151b0b060f00000c00051e2a4264547ca46ca8d24484af5385ad92b5dbaebee0727998191e390000130b25425b86a57db8da69abcf
69a8ce79b1d48fb9dba7cbe790b3c9a7c7d8bad8e57e969e1524280001021812111205080e00020b000b00000e0c1d3a5880a566a3cf4797c869aad234414f1a
10100800000700000804000b0b07050608000005051722526d7d6387997aa3b792bbcf2a50620008192f586d70b6d34fa0c17abfdf69a1c002264400011d322b
44462d4341172a4e17265518225a1a215f2121642c2767342c6137363d223101000f131c35829cb8a0caec397196003d672b6b9966a8d766a5d36aa2cd78a3c8
2e46640000122b1a2f4a3347120219241d36161a3800001d314f7499c1ea5b8ab6000d3a3a719e4e86b17bb2d993c7e94c7d9700142b133b4c9ec5d97aa6c32f
61812155776fa6c77ab3d470a4c66993b508284700062235364c3022321b020c3d1c1e4a26213f180e4a231947231d401d193f1c1846231f4f2c28512e2a0000
48201f4c22215425225926225d24215b201c571b175118153601004112163c171f4d324147374a00000f0809236e8ca969b7da49abcf459ec45ba7cb7bb6d872
9ab830445b00000b01000507000204000500000900071f15325348719d6ca4d378bfec60a4cd7ca8cba2bad8878aa42f294000000f00041d00122f5385a57ab8
dc65a7cf64a3cb5187b138638a4165883b5d7660809189a5b25f777f0413170000010801040a00010c00050f01110000100c1c3b5d83ad74adde54a0d66fadd7
3b4a5817111005000001000000000202040a0910170510190f1d286e808d90a6b49ab3c38fabbd1f3c4f00081b38667d66b2d04b9ebf79c0e070a8c7092b4a00
0019342b44553c5242182b4c17265518225c1a216520216e2826752f2d6d35365434410f01180e0f29697a9998bee25a90ba296c99458fbd68b1df5c9cca76a8
d27191b61b264606001a3f29413a22380a00112320351d233c00001f22426788b4df6aa1d0114d7d4f8cbf649ecd7db1db7da7ca3a5b770000170c1a2c6c8599
80b4d14889aa39799d6da8cd70a8cd70a1c76890b4001b3c0004212832482a26371b0c153a1f2146241f40170d4c211847231d3e1e193f1c1844241f4f2c284f
2f2a00004e262551272654272457262258211e561e195318144e15123c070544161a3e19214d324146374a00000f080923718cac6db9df4dadd64aa2cc5da9d1
70afd55f8fad1d3d5400000c0000070000050007100d2330294c624a799a65a1cb71b8e66bb8e579bfe882b0d3637b9930334d06021900001000051e000b265c
8bac7ab5da5fa1c663a0c632678e00163b000e2e00142f103244385565233b47000007000409231f26160b13180a170f02160000120a1a3c6086b27eb7e862ac
e26fadd73547590f0e10000002080b0e02060d00000700040f020e1a2e3d4b8d9eadadc1d49ab1c56a839700192f0002183e6a8364aecc4b9cbd7bc0e078acce
0d305000001625203b5c445c40182f4a172a5218255a1b236120246828286e2e2e6733386b4f6020162e00001933466779a1c677add7599cc960a8d96eb4e558
97c579a8d34d6a910003261c14314a364f2a122817061b2b233922253f00001d11325572a1c97bb4e05191bf63a3d276b3df71a3cb487193122c480000120000
11293a4f7dadcb73b3d76ca9cf78b1d86fa4cb78a7ce6b93b80012360002201f28412e293c281b253c222742211e3e1610481e1748221d401d19411c1846231f
512c28512e2a0000532b2a542a29552825552420561f1c531b165116124b1411420e0c4a1c203f1c244c334245364900000f090a24728dad71bae252afdc4ea5
d35aaad566abd24f88a915425b000717000c150a242a2d4c55527a88679db46aadce5eabd752a6d557a9d85ca2cc3e6e9208223f0000160a061d0c0b21000012
00102b6994b37ab2d55d9bbf6ea8cd34658900002200001a00001a000016000f2200071700030e38404b716f7a5d55611a0e1e0900160000151120465f85b180
b6ea63ade365a5d0243b4f00050c0000050e151e030b1600000900000b0005146b7b8da6b8cba7bacf74889f2f455d000013000015325b7669aece4e9cbf79bb
df78acce1436590000170e0b2747334c3e1a3248192d4e1928541b265a202762262c682d30603139705a6b26223a000015001637527a9f7ab0da6cacda63a6d8
6eafe1639dcc6a96c11a355c00001a302747422d48281028311f3229213416182f0000190e2f506695bc7bb4df6bacd762a3ce77b3dd5889af16395900052000
001000000c040a21406b8a6faacf7ab3da74abd2699bc379a5ce658cb400072c000526151e382d2a3f3528363d252b3c1e1f3c1813441c1648221e421d19421c
1848231f522c28532e2a0000532e2c532b2a53282451231e521e1a501a155018134d16134a16144e23264121284b354343374900000f070a24718eaf68adda4a
a3d4499ed056a8d75fabd44e92b529627d0b3c502b576248767c699ba57cb7c576bdd75fb3d846a5d23d9dcd5ab1df2d759f002e5200042300001200000f0000
1000001300112b6991af7aaed0659dc080b4d7447295000124000019000017000016000013000b1e2136477f8c9aa4a8b5706c7d0c041707001903062626375e
6085b376ace05fa5dc5c9bc92a485f00071200000900000b00000b00000e1323353241559daec3a0b3ca7689a232455e000a2500001500021f284b6b70b0d455
9ec574b3d977a8cc26466b00001c00001c22102d3a1b36441a314a1a2c4d1a29521e2a5a252e622b32582f394c3c4f1718320000150007293d658a72a4ce6ba8
d660a0cf6aa6d66fa3d3476e9a00042c01062b3a31512b1533331b33382639160e2101031900061f2648676e9fc176b1d76bacd45e9fc775aed5467497001534
00001300000f07000c00000f0021414f87ac6ea3ca6c9ec66998c377a1ca6186ae00113600103309133026253b3b2f3f3d26303a1d223f1b1b40181748221e43
1d19441b1849231f542b28542e2a0000502d2b4f2a284e25214f211c4f1c18511b16511b16501c184f1d1b53282b44242b4c364442364800000f050b24728fb0
5c9fd13f95cb3f95cb51a4d65eadda5aa3ca4d8fad45829773abb87fb8c182c1cb74bbcb5babc846a2c940a6d548ace053addc3c86b01f537605254400011900
000e00000e0002170b233b6c90ac7eadce70a2c48ab9da5983a2001a3900001700001900001b03203b2f4961657a8ea7b7c99aa0b139384d00000f0e0b273033
5454648d6d90be6fa2d65e9fd75d9ac852738e152a3b00000e00000f00000f182b405e71888598af92a4bd6f809c344561000d2a00001600011e1e2e4d3c5b7c
79b2d95fa4cb72add377a6cd4c6a8f1c2c4f0b0a2a050015371d393f1b33441b2f481a2c4d1d2d52242f592933502d3b180d21080e27000927152e4e51749a6f
9ec66ca1ce6da5d46fa3d36b98c617396300001e1a1e42342a4c1905233f284224142703000d05081c1e2e4656759082adcc75abce6faacf6aa4c97bafd24870
8f000d2900001200000e0c000b00000f0b29485c8db377a6cd7da9d285afd887add77c9cc5344c74102245030a291c1a323d31433a25303a1d244521253d1717
4a211f471c19461b184d221f562b28582d2a00004c2b284a272549221e4a1e194d1c18511d1854201b55221e532421562d3044262d4b364440364800000f040c
25738fb369a9dd479cd64398d251a5db5dadde5eaad362a9c96caec585c2d282c0cc77b9c665adc051a3c147a3cc45a9dd4eb2e84ca5d65fa9d3669ec14a6e8c
19294100001306091d1e273c4a607786a7c287b2cf72a0be87b2cf7a9eba405d78223b571f3a5a304d6e5e7a977994ae8aa0b7a6b7cc767f9405071e00001221
1f3e676b8f8d9dc685a3d271a0d264a2d668a2d17da1bf566f852e475d223a5230465e5b71897f92ad7d90ab4e5f7b243552000d2a00001700001e2936566772
92728aac82b5db6ba7d073a8cf82abd07d98be637195313153000015341e3c3b1d363e1b31421c2e461e2f4b2231522835492c3b00000e11193236456162799a
80a1c4759dc56b99c47daeda7eabd85278a40009330000202d2f53231a3a1b0725432f480c001203000e30344563728785a0ba87aec9709ebc78aaca78a7c883
adcc52708d06153100001003000c13000e0d041a4b638182aace7fa7cc82a9d18cb1d984a4cd89a5cf7186ae263458000423130e293b2e423923313d20284927
2d3d16194c201f491c19481b184f221f582b285a2d2a00004a292647262347201c481d184a1c17511f1956241e572622542724562f3245282f4a38453e364800
000f040c25718fb37ebef25aace850a2dd56a7de5baadd5ba7d068accf7bbad46fa9ba6ea7b469a6b668abc066b1d35eb1dd4ea9e146a3dc59b1e25ca7d37db7
dc90b8d6566a81040e2113192a5c66798fa2b7abc6e092b6d27198b384a8c499b9d28ca4bc7b91a9768dae88a2c4acc5e5a6bfdb8fa7bf95a8bf666f88000018
0000133231509193b7b7c4ec99b5e078a2d170a7d877add893b6d68ea9c38ca7c18ca7c18ea5c18fa6c27084a13547640b1c390000190000160000160b14345a
6482a0a7c6a2b5d689b4d978abd17ba6cb8db1d5a5bbe099a6c856557506001b331f3d381e383c1c333d1c2f421e304623334d2738452c3c00000e2730466d7a
94a6b8d5abc6e67e9fc26b90b68ab1d993b5de3f5c8300001c010b2e373656170c2a23122c402f460100090f111d5d64739aa8baa3b9d086a3bd6a8da982a6c2
80a2c18aa6c35c6f8a161e3700000f06000c19061523182c7485a190afd0708eb26e8cb17492b7637ba3788db5818fb7373f620000200d061f3a2b3f37212f3f
222a4e2c323d16194e201f4c1b194b1a1852211f5b2a285d2c2a00004e2f2c4223203a16113c140e471b1653231d56241e52211d52272337131530161c51414e
443e4f00000f09122b7a98bc66a6da5caeea58aae552a1d85ca6da70b6e072b0d4679eb9497b8d2454622b5a6d5a8ea674afd476bae966b1eb4b9bd659ade25c
a9d5639ec387b2cf87a0b62332410004134550607d8fa2667f95607d977191aa7a97b16d889e677b8e677a8f5e72906a7ea1768dae849bb78a9fba72859c333f
5700001402011d0a08272121433f486f5a6f976587b15c8bb75483ab7293b4708da85d779336506c122846000d29000825000b28000019010d2b131d3b000421
0003222d34515e62804a5876426487285074123457152f5121315320264715133203001629163140284031162c25091b402031422232331323311a2a0700131e
23371c253b2d39510516320d2341021a3c1e355a00062b000e310000173239561f1f391209221a0a214c405200000a00020b1a24300e1a2a0514280d20370016
2e182e4601142f0a1a3300021b16182e080316160d1c080007100918000c2400082500042200002000002000002100002400022500001905021e1c1028301e31
3c233241222b411d23431819501e1e531d1c56201f602a2969333268323100004c2f2c4223203816113a140e471b1651231d54241e50221d572e2a3916182a12
18493b48423e4f0000110410286687aa5e9ed25aaae55fade85ca7df5ea5d85c9cc73e74971b4862002539001c2d001d2f00263e1a486c598dbd74b0ea579cd9
4b9dd25baad767a6cc89b7d496b2c8445564000917101c2a000a1c00001000001300071f00112700061900000e000214152341000625000a2924375233465f13
233b00001800001000001a00001700001600001800092d001238000e34000f3300102f000f2c00133100001c00001a00001600001d000622293350303855333a
551c213c00001902051f0a0b25000013000f2d00082700012200001d00001d00001b00001203001043314a473247351d31270d1f3317284023324629384b3644
03000904021300000d0b0e2200001000041d000015000420050f2c171f3c0309222e2e46161328181023180c1e32293800010b020c12030b16040e1a00081900
021500071c00081e040a210d0f250100151917290a04131b13200e050e16101d181b2f0e182e0a132c060f29030d2a070e2d0a102f10113114112d1f162f2d1e
323a243445273247242c472023491c1d551f1f561d1c59201f6229286b32316a313000004a302c40232037161138140e461b1651231d52241e4e221d52292537
16182610164034403d3b4c0001160311295a7d9d5fa0d25aa9e05dabe261a9dd68a8d7598fb9254f7100102900000f00000c00000e000013000023365b8b74a3
db68a4de4d9dd25daedb68aacf7fb2ce95b6cb576d7b02101b000009152131000b1d000217001025091b2e051625091521111d2b11183300001500001500051e
05152d00011600001417192f27233b28213a110a2500001800072400001f00001900001900001d00001c05173400072410213e06153125324e29344e0b132c11
17302529403c3e5426273d2b2a3f2b283d202238121f390e20391f2c461f284125273e2f2e4433294142344b422f443d27383720303219282d131f341b25452c
364d384240333d372d392b232f37313e2721323530432c2a3c28253a2524393432442a283a2e2a3b150f1c261e2a1e14201f1a232b2c3431373e171d24252a34
292b381a1b2b2e2c3e1a182a2722352a233628223338314026212c39343d36313a342f3836313e312d3e2d283b27243924233926243c2a25402e274034284038
293d3e28394228344a272f4d2629502526562424592120591d1d5a1e1e6327276c30306c3030000049302c3e242035171138140e441c164f241d50251e4d221d
431c183d1c1e311b213c303c2f2d3e00001105152d5d80a069acd95baadd5aa4d861a4d672abd76b98bf355574000f2800021200061201071800001000002024
4370658fc570a9e25eade05db0dc61a6cb76adc87fa2b7435a68010f1a00000a414d5b2531411421351c293d2430401f2b37242d36313643393b512528420e17
2d0711270714280e192d1d2236292b3d282036362d4332273d2f273e35354d2630460f22391528412334511c2a48303c5a15223e2e3855151e382a324b232940
00021800000f1010223435452a28392a27352c26352927381c1f33151a2f1e21351e1d322520332e26382c203233243425122126111f38202c42293331182026
0d1531191f3e262c402d323f2c313b282f402d3437262f3d2e3841313e4234412d1f2c20141e2a212a1b121a0600031812170e070a0b080c1c1a1e1b1b210807
0f17141c1f1b261c1623231c2b150c1b2219281c1322261e2b28202c100b142420272d29301812192a1e26291a232516201f101f1d0f1f1d11231f1226231428
3c2a3d3c26363f232f402027482124512524592b26622e2a5e22225e1e1e5d1d1d6525256e2e2e6f2f2f000047302c3d242033171136150e421c164e241d5025
1e4d221d411d184f3132453237382e3a191a2a00000f03162d6185a36badd65ba9d95aa2d364a4d27badd77197bb354c680000130709160e0c170d0c1a000010
00001d25446b658ec06da7dc5fafe250a4d361a8cf7db5d2678da117303e00040d101b252e374610182900031600061900081700000b000007060913342f4235
32472b2d411b2034121a2b151d2e1f24332725360b02111507171c0d1d1f10231d17281a1b2b17202f1924371e263f1217321318330000180407210000100000
0f00000e0c0c1e00000b0c091712101c15111c07040c120d1606010c130e1b0b051401000804000913081614061316040f0e000425101a321c23432a324f353b
42282d270d122e1419573c3e2408093d212247292a3c1e1f402326371a1d42252a5b3f444f383c1c070b3f2e31281c1c1c15122d28251e1b182825231f181b17
0d12251a2222171f281c263027301f1521221824403642332935453e47362f381a141b2d272e413b42160c102e17192f1416290f14230b11200913200b16220c
1a240e1c31182732162135121a3a131644181752221c5f2d2369312a642423601e1f5e1c1d6422236d2b2c6f2d2e000047302c3d242033171135150e421c164c
241d4f251e4b231d4c2a255f43444e3b402e24300a0d1d00000f0b1e356488a663a5cd5aa7d35fa6d36eaad47eadd56e8dae25354e00000c0000070300050000
0700000b000015385a7d72a1cd61a0d251a1d4479bca67aed57eb6d34c738700111e000008212c362f374312192800041501071803081500000800000404040a
281f2e2c2436393546404353373c49282d3a3133404a45523f32402a1a272e1c29281623080008100b16292c362428352b2c4222223c15122d15132b16142c20
1f35211f312420312724321813203f3a45231f2648444b39333857525530282d453a424b3e481b0c153c2d3652414a422f3658454a2e181e432c305c4549573d
42563d3f594042351a1b3c2122927473401d1b77534e7e5753633c38855d5c653d3c623a398d6a688b69683c221e74605b4f3f3a4b4239605d534f4e445a5650
4d3e414f3c437562696a5a6061525b665a624d424a5b525a726c735e585f7d777e625c61413b42554f54776f743b2c2f45282548262142211e3d1c1e39191f38
1b223b1e263d20282b0c152e0b13320b0e390f0e4615115220165f291c682e23672723631f205f1b1c6420216d292a702c2d000045312c3b242033171135150e
421c164c241d4f251e4b231d512f2a5a3e3f39272c160e1a0b0e1e020d21283c537299b463a5ca5ca8d060a6cf6faad083aed37c97b7414d6501021203000505
0002010004040c181f384e5d85a477add7589ccb4da2d44da4d262abd25893af1a4357000310000f18323a451c212e03081700000b0002120608140000070000
020805092d212d4e4050625c695d5b674e505c4f525c5a5b656560697568724e3a45604b555d485222121832282d605d61484651555065524b643229424f475e
453d53746d806e66787e7786544f5a514c55938d944a454889848767606287818033292b5e4c51816e733b282d6d575d786367513a3e897274533c3e432a2c76
5e5e654a4b5d4341765c5a3e2321361b19b0918e522a24976c658c5e58643630ad7d77764842552721885d56a07a745132299880764f3f344f45397975686164
565b564c3722265d4048836a7285727774616862565c5e565b69666a615f634a484c757377555255373136524a4f80767b36242544201a471e14411913391510
36121237131737151b39171d3612183912153e13144317124d1a12541e125b22146123176a2724651f20601a1b641e1f6d2728722c2d00004a312940251d3717
1036150e401c164a241e4925204423204328293e2c31120b1400000908182a162f453e5e7780aecb6baed35fa9d35da1ca65a1ca81b2d88cb0d368819d394a5f
182235000211081726435a6e6a8fa97aabcd72aed75b9ecb6eb1de71b1db6ca3c437627d00122500000c1b253144495407091600000900000900000909051002
00070100020c050828172073626b857a824e484f39363d5f5f656a6a704c484f5a4f572e20265c4c526c5c62281a203f3339756d724c454e4e44564b42581c11
25443c4f2d23356f6675605865776f7b352e37423c439e969b3f383b948d8f655e60877f7e1107095a4a4f97858a48353a7e6b7079666a3f2a2e917d7e594546
250f0f725c5c634c496049468a716d3d24201e0501a488825f3933a87e77895e575b3029bd928b7c514a41160f724841ac877f66473eb69b924f3d325042378e
867a767265564d441d04065f424981676c9984888271746154577c7375817a7c6662634e4a4b827e7f615a5c463d3f655b5d9b8e924b353545211b481f15421a
133c15113914123814143a17193c191b421e20441e1e491f1e4b201c4f1f19501f15511d11541b106929256420215e1a1b611d1e6a26276f2b2c0000532d2150
2a1e4b241a462119431f193f201d3d22233724283e353e2f313e00000e00081b577f977bacc6629bb673b2d271b5de6cb3e06cb1de6eaedc6facd871aad573a9
d376a9cf3f70964a7a9e5889ad6499bf6ba5ce6caad46aaad871a9d4a9caed7789a628375300072001061b17192b2925362c2635010009030008050008050007
0900070a00070d01091202071b0708816d6d756564231816504a497a79772b2d2d47484a4a4b4d3f3d41363337352f360b050c3a3139584f58554c5533293584
7c880500075149554a404c938a930d040d675e67635a625e555d9188901f171c81797e6a62675d555a3b33386a61692219224e434b80757d32262c35292f6c5f
636356595042424e3e3d6858546e5e5a64524d311f1a5d49427c665f775a577d5e5b694a47795a578667645f403d58393681625f987b78876d696d534f634c48
654e4a4f3b364c3a356b59542b1515493535523e3e4e3d3c4534335545444538363124224f42404d403e382b295245433f32305242413222212d181548292644
221d320f0d2504013412114826253d1d1c2303023a18173a18173c18183d1a18401b19411d18441d19491d185f26256525256525256525256626266828280000
572c1d52291a4d2419472016401f183d201d38212531222b3e3946343c4d000e220021375c8ba577b2cd5fa2bd74b7d863a1cb629fcd629fcd619ecc609dcb5f
9cca5f9cca5e9bc95592c0629fcd75b2e085c2f089c6f482bfed76b3e17ca8d1525e7c332f460a041b0b061b2d253b3c3548281e3008000e0d000e0800090800
070a000715060f1b0c151c0b141a080d210a074f3932311f1a0c00002b231e413f39080b08040b082026271e2627181a2005050b0c0911150e171c121e180c16
1a111a231a220500040a0109050004433a42251c240c030b281f27090008382f37050004231a221f161e2d242c262027261e2a05000b09040d241f2805000415
0d1223191e0700000a00001d12101b0b0a32231f16060128181311000048342d4a3330391f1d2e1412442a284d3331472d2b4a302e3f2523593f3d5c42404f35
33462c2a462c2a381e1c341a1849322f3623202b1b173f2f2b40302c5b4b4744343042322e32221e3828243525213929252d1d195b4b4743332f3626222b1613
3f242253333253333240201f3616153b1b1a3919182d0d0c3818173818173919183a1a193b1b1a3c1c1b3d1d1c441c1b5b252562242463252564262665272766
28280000542b1c5128194c2318461f15411d173e1f1c3b1f2434212a352d3a303244000e22011d3352799372a3bd6da5c28fc6e77dadd57fadd87fadd880aed9
81afda82b0db82b0db83b1dc96c4ef94c2ed8cbae57caad56391bc45739e29578226476d000016040017130d24221d322b2339251e31180e200a0110190c1a0f
02100800070b00081b0c15291a233222283423265c45423e28212e1c17160a0449413c22201a292c29000401414748222a2b3d3f4525252b3f3c4429222b3329
350700055e555e0e050d2118200a01093229312920285a5159281f274940482c232b1b121a0e050d2d242c433a423d343c605a614139454a45502c273049444d
1f161e433b402a2025332a2c3f32354e434162525130211d5c4c476d5d583a29216a564f6e57546d53512e14126a504e7b615f765c5aad9391442a28573d3b75
5b597a605e6d53516d5351654b495e4442664f4c65524f4737337c6c686959559e8e8a54444076666276666275656150403c8777735f4f4bb0a09c7868649787
8365504d4429276c4c4b7d5d5c60403f3b1b1a30100f3616153919183818173818173919183a1a193b1b1a3c1c1b3d1d1c441c1b5923235f2323602424622626
6327276428280000532a1b4f27194b2217451e14421c163f1e1b3d1e21381f2741313e36304100041700001013304a294e682c5875537e9d6d8eb36e8db4728f
b67291b87693ba7695bc7a97be7897be6e8bb25b7aa1415e851f3e65042148000b3200002500001b0106211d1a2f2e293e272235130c1f0500100d041319111e
1306141105110d000a0a000613040d2a1c224b3b4165545798817e503a336b59545e524c8d858027251f737673363d3a686e6f1018195a5c624e4e5457545c3d
363f6a606c070005887f881c131b140b130c030b7c737b140b13372e366b626a675e66766d750c030b0c030b4a4149776e76332a326a646b473f4b67626d3d38
4176717a4c434b4b434820161b776e705043465b504e7767661405016a5a557f6f6a2f1e165a463f78615e7f65632b110f5b413f866c6a917775b39997371d1b
513735836967967c7a896f6d876d6b856b697b615f7a636053403d4c3c38a895926858549e8b883b2b278875728d7d797c69662c1c188976736959559b888567
5753aa97944a3532553a387e5e5d8c6c6b6949483e1e1d30100f3818173f1f1e3818173818173919183a1a193b1b1a3c1c1b3d1d1c421d1b531f1f5d21216024
24632727642828642828000051291b4e26184a2116461c15431b15401b19401c203c1d2658434e4d3f4f19142700000f00041d00001a000016000a2701143505
143609163809183a0d1a3c0d1c3e101d3f0f1e40000b2d00052700002000001c00001e0005270310320f193733354c29263b1813280b06190a03160a04150c03
120a020f0700070d010b1306100900050a00021f121659494e8b7a7d856e6b513b347c6a6591857f857d78292721797c79585f5c63696a060e0f4f515749494f
56535b403942746a761206107e757e463d450f060e120911867d85281f271d141c847b836259619b929a20171f150c143c333b756c742b222a443e453f37436a
65703c37407a757e645b63625a5f2c222789808254474a6d626065555431221e5b4b469f8f8a2b1a12645049836c696d53514d33313b211f7f6563af95937157
554228264c3230806664967c7a8b716f8b716f886e6c7e64627c65623c27244b3835a6918e4d3a37836e6b39262387726f766360887370422f2c8c77747d6a67
8c77746c59569e89864c35326648477c5c5b7a5a595939383d1d1c3a1a193e1e1d3c1c1b3818173818173919183a1a193b1b1a3c1c1b3d1d1c421d1b501c1c59
201f5e2524622928632a2961282700004e281a4b2519492016451b14421a14411918421b1f3f1c24492b364d36463d2e412d283d2b2d44151e37000a23000c28
00001300001300001300001300001400001500001500001600001400001b0a0a261515311d1d3922223e23233f23233d1110260e0c1e08031601000e00000b02
000b0a020f0f07130700050800051408100900030a000114070b4f3f448372734f38344630295e4c478c807a453d382927214346434a514e424849171f203436
3c2b2b314f4c543a333c5046523226305a515a645b632e252d1f161e52495150474f3a3139625961473e46827981443b43372e361a1119483f473d343c2c262d
2d2531534e5927222b4c4750584f57766e73392f3451484a4d4043564b495b4b4a3a2b276858538b7b7648372f725e576e5754644a48472d2b381e1c745a588c
7270523836482e2c412725644a487157556c52506f5553674d4b5e4442664c4a38211e402b28705b58301b1865504d4833306f5a57493431533e3b442f2c5843
404d38355c474447322f4d383537201d5d3f3e6646455b3b3a42222138181740201f40201f3515143818173818173919183a1a193b1b1a3c1c1b3d1d1c421d1b
4b1919561e1d5e2524622a29642b2a60282700004b271b482418461f15421a13431813431918451a1d431b223310193d1d2d3e2638423146494056403c532f2f
47303048373148393147383046372f45362e44352d43352d43342c422921372c243a2f273d2f273d2820361b13290e061c06001400000c00000b060213050210
0000090000080e06121b141d0700050700040f03090b00040a00011104073122254e3e3d3a231f38221b4836314b3f3920181323211b1417141e2522161c1d09
11120b0d131111171c1921150e17190f1b241822140b142f262e180f170500040b020a281f271d141c160d150c030b3a3139251c24231a220700060d040c2f26
2e201a210e061215101b0100051b161f2d242c40383d140a0f0800011205080a00001e0e0d0e00003b2b2621110c28170f3a261f29120f371d1b170000311715
452b29270d0b4228262b110f260c0a3117152f1513311715371d1b290f0d210705351b191e0704180100240d0a170000331c192a13103019161d0603260f0c31
1a17331c19210a07331c192009062009062c12103b1d1c4828274525243515143212113d1d1c3c1c1b2e0e0d3818173818173919183a1a193b1b1a3c1c1b3d1d
1c421d1b491717521c1b5c2423612b2a642c2b5e282700004b271b482418431e14421a1343181344181747191d471a22441b25401a26301020240a1c210c201a
0b1f0f061c11091c29202f2b202e291d2d271c2a251929231826211525211624190d1d170c1a1307170e03110a000e08000b07000b05000b110e1c0000090000
0900000815101d221e291c151e0b050c0700040700020a00030d0305120508140808180a0a1b0b0a3d2622250f0844322d0c00001c140f110f09000100000100
0a101100000100000519191f00000503000508000a0c000a0600060d040c0900080500041108100500040500040d040c0700062e252d1108101b121a3b323a19
10183b323a484249514955322d38353039656069645b634a4247362c313f3638403336372c2a30201f60514d4c3c3743332e4b3a3264504949322f432927341a
187258566046443c2220785e5c684e4c4a302e432927371d1b3d2321452b293218162d1311482e2c341a1829120f2b110f442d2a3c22202e17142b110f3f2825
2e14122b14113e242229120f3016142009063a201e3d23211d00003313123b1b1a3111102e0e0d3717163616152b0b0a3818173818173919183a1a193b1b1a3c
1c1b3d1d1c421d1b461615501d1b5a24235f2c2a622c2b5c292700004c2a1e4422163f1a10421a134b201b4d1f1f4618193e0e144a1d26441b253d1723321121
280c1d1e081917051812041405000705000405000505000405000505000405000505000409000909000809000909000809000909000809000907000900000800
000901000b03010d08040f0b0810100912110b120700020700010800000800000c00001308061c0f0d231410351e1a321c152a181320140e160e090b09030205
0200030000040500040500020802020804010907000909000b0b00090c030c0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b0c030b3f363e655c643b323a2f262e
726971696068443b436a646b7068742c2732413c4566616a20171f71696e665c61837a7c2114173f343248383795868257474230201b9a898147332c1c05024d
33312d1311b29896523836ae9492523836573d3b987e7c452b29361c1a4b312f361c1a351b19462c2a371d1b351b19351b19361b19351b19361b19351b19361b
19351b192d12102c12102e13112e14123015133016143217153318163517163717163717163717163717163717163717163717163b1b1a3b1b1a3b1b1a3b1b1a
3b1b1a3b1b1a3b1b1a3e1b194618174c1b19521f1d54232157242254232100004a2b1e4222173d1a12411c144b201c4e202049181a4110144b1b234619223e15
1f35111d2b0c192007161b04141404110a0007060005080005070106090106070106090106070106070004050004070004050004070004050004070004030006
00000700000800000901000a06030b09060d0d070e0e080d0700010700000800000a0100110604180e09211410271913321c15301a132816111e120c140c0709
07010003000001000002030002030000060000060200070500070700090900070a010a0a01090a01090a01090a01090a01090a01090a0109574e567f767e5d54
5c534a528b828a7970784b424a686269756d7936313c47424b69646d2a212971696e665c6181787a2d2023483d3b5242419788845f4f4a3c2c279c8b83513d36
150000402624321816a08684523836967c7a4d33314e3432886e6c3d2321301614452b29331917321816432927361c1a371c1a371c1a391b1a371c1a391b1a37
1c1a391b1a371c1a371918351a18381a19371c1a3a1c1b3a1f1d3c1e1d3d1f1e3818173818173818173818173818173818173818173818173a1a193a1a193a1a
193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193d1a184517164a19174f1e1c52211f54232152211f000048291e4122173b1a123f1c144a211d5023204b1b1b43121448191d43
171c3c141b3310182a0b142108121c041015040d0d050a0906090b06090906090a05080805080a05080805080300010100010300010100010300010100010300
010100020000050000070000070000060300080502090a04090a05080c03050b03020c02020d0402140a051a100a231711291b15301a132e181125130e1b0f09
110904070500000100000100000001000001000004000004000005030005050007070005070007070006070006070006070006070006070006070006544b537a
7179655c645d545c867d856b626a3b323a4b454c6159652d283337323b544f5820171f554d524b4146645b5d281b1e3d323047373680716d51413c3626218473
6b47332c210a07402624492f2d8e74725c4240806664593f3d553b396f5553311715280e0c3b211f2f15132f15133d2321361b19391b1a391b1a3b1b1a391b1a
3b1b1a391b1a3b1b1a391b1a40201f3f21204222214123224424234325244626254626253a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a1938181738
18173818173818173818173818173818173b18164115144818164c1c1a50201e51211f4f1f1d0000462a1e3e22163a1b12401c164c241e5126224c1e1e441616
4618194116193b14183210162a0c13220a101b070e16060c0b040707040706030606030605020504010403000303000301000101000101000101000101000101
00010100010000020000050000050000050000040100050301050702050703040901000801000800000901000f0500150b051d110b23150d2e18112c160f2412
0d1a0e08100803050300000100000100000001000001000004000004000005030005050007070005060006060005060005060005060005060005060005060005
251c24453c443a3139352c344f464e382f371209111e181f362e3a0f0a15120d1628232c050004241c211b111632292b1003061c110f29191850413d2e1e191d
0d0853423a2a160f1c0502290f0d3f2523593f3d4228264d33314b312f462c2a553b39280e0c2208063319172d13112d1311381e1c361b193a1c1b3c1c1b3c1c
1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3f1f1e40201f4121204222214323224424234525244525243c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b3c1c1b
3818173818173818173818173818173818173818173b18164014134518154c1c1a4d201d50201e4d201d000043281f3c21183a1a133f1e174b251f5128244d21
20461a1945181940171a3a16183213162a1113230e121e0d10180b0e070003050003040002030001030001030001030001030001030001030001030001030001
0300010300010300010100020000040000040000050000050200040302040702050703040700000700000800000801000a00000d0400150a011b0d05301a132d
171025130e1b0f091109040604000001000001000000010000010000040000040000050300050500070700050700070700060700060700060700060700060700
060700060500040f060e0a0109060005150c140a010905000406000718101c0100070100050c0710050004050002070002130a0c0a00000a00001909082d1e1a
190904130300301f171b0700220b081e0402311715301614290f0d2a100e4127253d2321412725270d0b2309073016142f15132e1412351b19391e1c3e1e1d40
1e1d401e1d401e1d401e1d401e1d401e1d401e1d3c1a193c1a193d1b1a3e1c1b3f1d1c401e1d411f1e42201f3e1e1d3e1e1d3e1e1d3e1e1d3e1e1d3e1e1d3e1e
1d3e1e1d3a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193a1a193d1a18411816461b184c1f1c4e23205124214d221f000041291f3c2118391b143f1f184b272151
2b254e2521471d1c461b1c411b1b3d1a1c3418192d17172614152214141d13130a03060803060801040400020500010300010500010300010801040601040801
040601040801040601040801040401050303090103090303090303070605070605070905060906040700000700000801000801000a01000d0400140900190c02
331d16311b142917121e120c140c070a080201040100020000030400030400010701010703000806000808000a0a00080a010a0a01090a01090a01090a01090a
01090a01090a01090500040500040500040500040500040500040500040f0910150d190b06110100050d08110f060e050002070002140b0d170a0d1207052212
112516121f0f0a23130e28170f26120b311a17240a082f1513290f0d250b09290f0d4228263d2321381e1c2d13112b110f341a18361c1a331917351b193d2220
3f1f1e411f1e411f1e411f1e411f1e411f1e411f1e411f1e3b19183b19183c1a193d1b1a3e1c1b3f1d1c401e1d411f1e40201f40201f40201f40201f40201f40
201f40201f40201f3f1f1e3f1f1e3f1f1e3f1f1e3f1f1e3f1f1e3f1f1e41201d451c1a4a1f1c4f2421522724532825522724000040281e3b2017391b143f1f18
4c2822522c2650272349201c48201f44211f3f1f1e381e1c301d1a2b1b1a261b19221a19180e12150d12160c1111090e11070c0c04090c02070901060e04090c
04090e04090c04090e04090c04090e04090a040908080e06080e08080c08080c0a090b09080a0c08090c0907110a070f08030e07000e0700120900160e031d12
0822150b37211a351f182d1b1623171119110c0e0c0605080500060301070800070803050b05050b07040c0a030c0c020e0e020c0f060f0f060e0f060e0f060e
0f060e0f060e0f060e0f060e0900080f060e130a120f060e070006080007140b131c161d140c1816111c07020b120d16231a220a02070a00051c131526191c1c
110f2d1d1c23141026161132221d25140c321e172f1815220806250b092b110f2208062d1311361c1a2c1210361c1a371d1b361c1a3a201e3e2422381e1c361c
1a41262442201f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f442020442020462222472323482424492525482625422221422221422221422221
4222214222214222214222214424234424234424234424234424234424234424234625224b22204f2421542926572c29592e2b572c29000040281e392117391b
144020194a2922512d2751282448211d4b23224623214022213a232034211e2d201c281f1d261e1d241a1e23191e21171c1e14191b1116190f14160c11150b10
11070c11070c11070c11070c11070c11070c11070c0d070c0e0b120a0c120b0b0f0b0b0f0c0b0d0c0c0c0f0b0c0e0b081c15121a130e19120b1811081c130a20
180d271c122c1f153a241d38221b301e19261a141c140f110f09080b08020906040a0b020a0b06080e08080e0a070f0d060f0f051111050f1209121209111209
11120911120911120911120911120911180f171b121a241b231f161e0e050d0d040c1910181e181f0d051115101b0400080e0912281f270700040a00051b1214
281b1e1a0f0d2c1c1b1b0c0824140f33231e1c0b03311d163c2522331917321816452b29371d1b472d2b402624321816361c1a3e24223d23213e2422442a283c
2220371d1b43282642201f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f431f1f4b27274c28284d29294e2a2a4f2b2b502c2c512d2d502e2d4523224323224323
224323224323224323224323224323224727264727264727264727264727264727264727264928254e2523532825572c295b302d5c312e5b302d000005000000070101000000030000000000}}}}}{\f29 \page This is a work of fiction. Al
l the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
\par }\pard \s35\qj \li0\ri0\sl210\slmult0\widctlpar\faauto\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 
\par Copyright \'a9 1993 by Ellen Guon
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 
\par }\pard\plain \s35\qj \li0\ri0\sl210\slmult0\widctlpar\faauto\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f28\fs18\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.
\par 
\par A Baen Books Original
\par 
\par Baen Publishing Enterprises
\par P.O. Box 1403
\par Riverdale, NY 10471
\par 
\par ISBN: 0-671-72177-1
\par 
\par First printing, April 1993
\par 
\par Distributed by Simon & Schuster
\par 1230 Avenue of the Americas
\par New York, NY 10020
\par 
\par Typeset by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NH
\par Printed in the United States of America
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter One
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Sunset Boulevard was a blur of lights and no
ise, too many radios and car stereos, too many people talking and shouting and laughing. Kayla jammed her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket and wished all of it would just go away.
\par }\pard\plain \s33\ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 At midnight, it seemed like everyone was on the street, all the weird and lonely and \'93professional\'94
 residents of Los Angeles: the punks and the pretty boys in tight black leather, the women in brightly colored miniskirts, the dealers with too many gold chains beneath their open shirt collars. Ten feet away from where she stood, a nervous\_
looking blond man traded cash for a little ziplock bag with a bored\_looking guy in a cowboy hat; both men stepped back into the shadows of the alley as a black\_and\_white LAPD patrol car glided past, like a silent shark prowling through the 
late night traffic.
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 
Liane and Billy were twenty feet further up the sidewalk, gawking at leather jackets in a storefront window. She took her eyes off the panorama of the street around her, and joined them at the window. \'93Nice stuff,\'94 she commented, lookin
g at a tailored leather jacket with metal studs. The price tag said $249 . . . but it might as well have been a million dollars, she still couldn't afford it.
\par She leaned against the cold metal bars over the glass and thought about stealing some aspirin. Ju
st the same as every night for the last few months, it felt like someone was pounding on her skull with a hammer. The noise from the traffic only made it worse. \'93Guys, okay if we stop someplace for some more aspirin?\'94
\par \'93Another headache?\'94 Billy asked.
\par \'93It's nothing,\'94 Kayla lied.
\par \'93You've been having headaches every day for weeks now,\'94 Liane said. \'93Maybe we should take you to a doctor. What if this is something serious?\'94
\par \'93It's nothing, guys. I'll get some aspirin, it'll go away. There's a QuickStart down the street, we can stop there.\'94
\par A red convertible slowed on the street next to them, the man in the driver's seat calling out to them. \'93Hey, chickies, want to party?\'94
\par Billy glared at the driver until he shrugged and looked away. The convertible pulled away back into the traffic.
\par \'93We could've just let him buy us some dinner and drinks,\'94 Liane said softly. \'93Nothing more than that.\'94 Liane had a hungry look in her eyes, the way she stared wistfully after the fancy red convertible.
\par Kayla thought about the man, and that he had a hungry look in his eyes, too. A different kind of hunger.
\par Billy shook his head. \'93He'd want something for his money, wouldn't he? And then we'd end up in a situation like last weekend with you and Nick.\'94
\par Liane, already pale under the streetlights with her white\_blond hair and very fair skin, turned even paler. That had been an awful night, one that Kayla thought they wouldn't survive. Nick, a local \'93businessman,\'94
 had been watching Liane for a few days. When Kayla and Billy were busy buying Cokes from a street vendor, Nick told Liane that he wanted her to work for him. Billy and Kayla weren't his style . . . Billy was too mean\_looking, with that knife\_
scar on his chin and that cold blue\_eyed \'93Don't mess with me\'94 look, a trick that he said he'd lear
ned from his old man, who was currently up for armed robbery in Folsom. Not at all like the pretty boys on Melrose Avenue. And Kayla, with her long brown hair and green eyes that were too big for her face, knew she just wasn't cute enough for the chickenh
awks, either.
\par Liane, on the other hand, was drop\_dead gorgeous, blond and with the face of an angel. And she attracted men like a magnet. Especially slimeballs like Nick.
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe Billy telling Nick to go sit and spin wasn't the best idea,}{\f29  she thought. Billy a
nd Nick had screamed at each other for fifteen minutes. Nick had stormed away, and they were walking down the street two hours later when he and some friends had pulled up in Nick's blue Chevy, waving a pistol at them. It'd been a fast run through the bac
k streets of Hollywood, with Nick screaming curses in two languages at them, until they'd managed to lose him by climbing over several fences and hiding in a gardening shed in someone's backyard.
\par But, even after a night like that, she knew that getting out of that latest foster home }{\i\f29 had}{\f29  been a good idea. The lady who ran the place was nice enough, but her husband was slime, and he'd \-
already started hitting on Liane, not even two days after she arrived there. True, every straight guy with hormones tried to h
it on Liane, she was just too pretty for her own good, but this place was a foster home. It was supposed to be safe. Especially for someone like Liane, who was just a little too quiet, too easily spooked by people yelling, and scared of crowds and people 
standing too close to her.
\par Liane was quiet and shy, and it had surprised Kayla that the blonde girl had been the one who'd first talked about running away, about how she, Billy, and Kayla could go out on their own. It had started out easily enough, stealing
 enough money to take the bus from Orange County to downtown L.A. From there, they went to Hollywood, mostly because Liane wanted to see the Chinese Theater. It was Kayla who'd spotted the abandoned office building across the street from Mann's Chinese, a
nd now Suite 230 (formerly an insurance agency, by the stationery they'd found in a closet) was their new home.
\par It wasn't bad: running water, though no showers or bathtubs, and plenty of old carpet padding to use for blankets. Kayla just wasn't certain how long all of this could keep working out for them, though\emdash 
she knew they were balancing on the edge, with too many people like Nick waiting around to catch them if they fell.
\par Billy was the one who kept them together. Billy, who knew all about shoplifting and
 jimmying locks and using Sterno to heat up cans of chili. He treated them like his kid sisters, though sometimes Kayla caught him looking at Liane in a way that wasn't very brotherly. Kayla knew that she and Liane would never have made it on their own wi
thout him. }{\i\f29 We're lucky he was at that foster home, too,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 I don't think I would've been brave enough to leave there without him. . . .}{\f29 
\par Billy's words broke into her thoughts. \'93Hey, Kay, there's the QuickStart. Didn't you want some \-aspirin?\'94
\par \'93Yeah, sure.\'94 Though she was sure that it wouldn't help. Nothing seemed to help, not anymore. \'93You guys hang around up front, I'll get the pills.\'94
\par The headaches weren't the worst of it; she could live with the pain, not a problem. It was the weird dizziness tha
t hit her every so often, making her feel like she'd touched a live electrical wire. She was sick with something, she knew that, but it didn't pay to worry about it . . . there was no way she could go to a doctor, at least, not now.
\par They walked into the store, a brightly\_lit building with rows of metal shelves, past a cheerful woman who was chatting with the store clerk, a quiet\_looking young man with shoulder\_
length blond hair. Liane and Billy started looking through magazines near the front counter, and K
ayla moved to the back of the store. In the last few weeks, they'd refined shoplifting to an art, running interference and distracting the people so one of them could walk out with enough food for dinner. It was a lot easier than other kinds of theft. Kay
la smiled in spite of herself, remembering how Billy had climbed through an open apartment window only to find the occupant, a fat middle\_
aged man, up to his neck in bubbles in his bathtub with several rubber ducks floating around him. He'd yelled and Billy had practically fallen out the window, terrified but still unable to keep from laughing.
\par The three of them still laughed about that one, but the time when Billy had gone through an open house window and another guy had reached for a handgun next to his be
d, that hadn't been so funny. Fortunately for him, the gun hadn't been loaded, and by the time the guy had managed to put some bullets in the revolver, Billy, Kayla, and Liane were already two blocks away and still running.
\par Since then, Billy had said that they'd have to get by without any more breaking\_and\_entering. Shoplifting, that was a good trick, though Kayla was getting very tired of pork\_and\_
beans heated in the can, chili, and stew. Sometimes she caught herself fantasizing about fresh\_cooked food, something that didn't come out of a can: baked potatoes, pancakes, or even bowls of oatmeal. Anything but canned \-spaghetti.
\par She found the brand of aspirin she was looking for and checked the overhead mirror to make sure the clerk wasn't watching\emdash those mirrors worked both ways, if you knew what you were doing\emdash 
and slipped the package into her jacket pocket, smiling to herself. It was a quiet night, all right, and once she took some pills to get rid of the headache, she'd be feeling fine. . . .
\par Gunshots shattered the silence.
\par Liane screamed a moment later, a sound that echoed through the store. Kayla didn't even think about it; she ran toward the sound of Liane's scream and skidded around the corner of the row of shelves, stopping short at the sight before her.
\par The woman was lying very still in a pool of her own blood, sprawled across a small potted palm. The clerk's body wasn't in sight, but Kayla could see more blood sprayed across the wall behind the counter. A man wearing a long leather coat stood 
near the doorway and smiled at her, a military \-assault rifle clenched in his hands.
\par Not three feet away from her, Billy held Liane in his arms, both of them frozen with terror. The man brought the assault rifle up, aiming at the three of them. Kayla brought up her hands instinctively to shield her face.
\par Nothing happened.
\par }{\i\f29 He isn't going to kill us,}{\f29  Kayla thought with a faint wave of relief, and opened her eyes.
\par The man was staring at her. Directly at her, not at Billy, not at Liane. A split\_second later, sh
e realized why: her hands were on fire. No, not exactly fire . . . it was a blue light that flickered over her hands, lines of light that weaved and danced around her fingers.
\par She was too startled to do anything except stare at her hands and the pale blue light. A wave of dizziness hit her, and that strange feeling of hot power, like electricity running through her entire body\emdash 
she could feel the hair on her forearms standing on end, her hands tingling faintly where the light touched her.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh my . . . oh my God . . . }{\f29 
\par The light faded away. She stared at her fingers, and through them, saw the gunman shaking his head slowly, as though he couldn't believe what he'd just seen.
\par Then she saw his hands tighten on the rifle and knew that in another split\_second he'd shoot them anyhow. . . . 
\par Kayla didn't even think about it; she dived for him and that gun, sending both of them crashing into a rack of magazines. She tried to pull the gun out of his grip; he shoved her, hard, and she fell back against the blond woman's b
ody, which gave way beneath her. She landed on the floor; her head hit hard against the linoleum. She blinked; the barrel of the gun was only inches from her face . . . she could see the man, smiling with delight, as his finger tightened on the trigger. .
 . . 
\par Billy slammed into the gunman with a football tackle. The gun went off again, gunshots echoing through the small store. A bullet zinged past Kayla to impact the floor next to her.
\par She lay there for a moment, concentrating on breathing, then climbed unsteadily to her feet. Her legs were shaking so much she could barely stand as she moved to where Billy and the man were both lying motionless on the floor.
\par Billy was still alive, blood slowly staining through his shirt and jeans. She could see where the bu
llets had hit him, one in his leg, another in his shoulder. The shoulder wound was the worst, blood welling out in a wide stain down his side and onto the floor.
\par She wanted to scream, but knew there wasn't time for it. Billy was always the one who knew exactly what to do in a bad situation; she had to think the way he did, do something fast before all of his life spilled out onto the floor.
\par She tried to remember what first aid you were supposed to do for gunshot wounds. Applying pressure to stop the bleeding, that was the only thing she could think of. And shock\emdash 
you had to cover them with a blanket or something so they'd stay warm. She didn't have a blanket, or anything to use on the wound . . . she pressed her hand against the ripped skin and shirt on Billy
's shoulder. Blood flowed out around her fingers, more with every heartbeat.
\par }{\i\f29 This isn't working. . . . }{\f29 
\par She pressed harder. \'93It isn't working,\'94 she whispered. She looked up suddenly at Liane, still standing by the candy racks. \'93Go get help, damn it!\'94 she yelled. Liane didn't move: she was standing \-
silently, staring at Kayla . . . at Kayla's hands . . . 
\par  . . . at the tendrils of blue light, twisting around her fingertips. The light brightened as she looked at it, radiating out from her hands, moving in rippling circles over Billy's shoulder and chest. Suddenly she saw Billy's wound \-
beneath her hands, through her hands, as though she was a ghost. No, it wasn't \-exactly seeing . . . it was }{\i\f29 feeling,}{\f29  knowing, sensing the tears through the skin and muscle, the pressure of the tiny bullet lodged against the bone . . . }{
\i\f29 so small, to do so much damage!}{\f29  The bullet, a little squashed piece of metal, was buried beneath a layer of muscle\emdash she reached the part of her mind that was sensing all of this deep into the wound a
nd tugged at the bullet, carefully working it loose.
\par It slid into her hand before she realized it. With a shudder, she flung it under the magazine rack, then turned back to Billy. There was more blood now, flowing from an artery that had been nicked by the
 bullet's passage. She touched the wound with unsteady fingers, and the blue light intensified, so incandescent that she had to close her eyes.
\par The light still shone through her closed eyelids, impossibly bright. Now she could feel the cut artery sealing itself, the muscles knitting \-
together beneath her fingertips. She could feel the energy pouring out of her and into Billy, into the damaged tissue. And she knew this without seeing it, her eyes still tightly closed against the brilliance of the light. Some
how she knew how to help him, how to do whatever it was that she was doing, and it felt terrific. It felt better than anything she'd ever done before, exhilarating and electric, as though she was finally alive at last after being half\_
awake for years. Then it was over; the light faded away, leaving her dizzy and light\_headed and as exhausted as though she'd been running for miles.
\par She opened her eyes to see what she'd done.
\par The bullet hole was gone. Billy's shirt was still soaked with blood, but the wound h
ad disappeared, only a dull pink line marking where it had been. Her friend was still unconscious, but she could feel the life returning to his body, that the danger of immediate death was over. He was still in pain from another bullet in his leg, but eve
n without looking at it, Kayla knew that she could close that wound as well. As soon as she took another couple seconds to catch her breath, she would . . . she would . . . 
\par Dizziness and nausea hit her like a fist, and she fell back against the magazine rack, closing her eyes and concentrating on breathing.
\par }{\i\f29 This isn't real,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 People don't just wake up one morning able to seal up bullet holes in their friends just by wanting it to happen. Something is going on here, something weirder than anything
 I've ever heard of in my entire life. . . . }{\f29 
\par She heard a choked noise behind her and turned. Liane was still standing there, visibly trembling, making odd gasping sounds like she couldn't get enough air to breathe. Without saying a word, she ran for the d
oor, flinging it open. The noise of the street outside was deafening in the deathly silence of the store.
\par \'93Liane, wait!\'94 Kayla shouted. Not even glancing back at her, Liane ran through the doorway and out into the street.
\par Kayla tried to get up and follow her, but \-another tide of dizziness washed over her. She slumped back against the magazine rack.
\par \'93 . . . help me . . .\'94 a weak voice whispered, very close to her. \'93 . . . please . . .\'94
\par She looked around for the source of the voice, then realized, with a tiny start of fear, who it was. She stared at the gunman, lying on the blood\_stained floor not quite three feet away from her. \'93W\_what?\'94
\par \'93Heal me,\'94 he whispered, his face contorted with pain. \'93I know you can do it, I saw you help the boy. Please.\'94
\par She edged away from him, shaking her head. He grabbed for her hand, pulling her close. \'93Please . . .\'94 His face was very pale, his lip bleeding where he'd bitten it in pain. He placed her hand on his chest, rising and falling with eac
h painful breath, against the torn flesh and warm wet blood.
\par }{\i\f29 He killed those two people,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 And he nearly killed Billy. And he would've killed me and Liane, too, but now . . . }{\f29 
\par Now his eyes were human again, not smiling \-inhumanly at something she couldn't see or understand. She could feel her hands tingling again, that strange feeling like something was going to happen.
\par }{\i\f29 I should help Billy, he's still hurting, his leg is still bleeding. I shouldn't help this guy, even if he is dying. . . . }{\f29  She could feel, somehow, the sensation that his life was fading away in front of her eyes.
\par This time she called it to her, that strange cold blue fire, and felt it wreathe around her hands and flow down through her fingertips. The man made a faint noise, someth
ing between a whimper and a moan, as the light coursed over his chest. She worked slowly and methodically, drawing the bullet out and sealing the wound shut. It was easier this time, in a way, though she could feel the exhaustion and dizziness pulling at 
her, a wave of darkness threatening at the edges of her mind. She fought it off for as long as she could, trying to concentrate on the man's wounds, but everything was moving too fast, whirling around her. . . . 
\par 
\par No crowd had gathered in the convenience store parking lot yet. }{\i\f29 Thank God for small favors}{\f29 , \-Officer Dale Walker thought, drawing his service \-
revolver and gesturing to his partner. She nodded, her pistol already out and ready, and edged closer to the door. He moved in quickly, gun held at waist he
ight, covering the entrance to the QuickStart. Anne followed him in a moment later. He stepped over the bodies lying near the doorway, pushed the rifle away from the unconscious man in the long coat, then carefully bent to pick it up by the strap. Anne sl
ipped past him, the petite red\_haired woman checking through the rest of the store to make sure there was no one else in the building. He glanced behind the long counter: one motionless body, not a threat. She \-rejoined him at the entrance. \'93
All clear, Dale,\'94 she reported, and hearing that there were no immediate dangers, he took a genuine look at the bodies for the first time.
\par }{\i\f29 \'93Damn.\'94}{\f29  The woman was obviously dead. The young man behind the counter must have died \-almost instantly\emdash a bullet had caught him in t
he throat. He had a surprised look frozen on his face, a look he'd carry with him to the city morgue.
\par A few feet away, Anne Houston knelt next to the man in the leather coat, touching his throat for a pulse. Two kids were sprawled on the floor beside him. 
Walker swallowed painfully; the kids couldn't have been older than fifteen, maybe sixteen. Too young to be caught up in whatever had happened here tonight.
\par He crouched down next to the kids, checking them quickly. Both were covered with blood, and the boy . . . there was a wound in the boy's leg and a bullet hole in the boy's jacket, and a lot of blood stains, but no apparent wound there. }{\i\f29 
That doesn't make any sense,}{\f29  he thought. }{\i\f29 Maybe the kid moved after the first shot, fell into his own blood from the other wound, but it's \-unlikely. . . . }{\f29 
\par He pushed that thought aside, concentrating on his work. The leg wound was bad but not life\_threatening, and could wait until EMS \-arrived on the scene in a couple minutes. He turned to the girl, hearing the sirens as the \-
ambulance pulled up in the parking lot outside.
\par As he leaned over her, the girl opened her eyes, blinking up at him. \'93You'll be all right,\'94 he said, smiling reassuringly. She looked up at him, dazed and uncomprehending.
\par \'93Dale,\'94 Anne Houston said, her voice sounding shaken, \'93This is too weird for words . . . the guy's covered with blood and there's a hole in his jacket, but there's no bullet hole in him!\'94
\par }\pard \qc \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 * * *
\par }\pard \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 \'93Just shock,\'94 someone said directly above her. \'93I didn't find a head injury . . . she probably fainted during the attack.\'94
\par Everything hurt. That was her first thought when she opened her eyes: her entire body felt like one big bruise, like she'd gone through the tumble\_dry cycle on a clothes dryer. Someone was looking down at her, a tall man with gr
aying brown hair, wearing the dark blue uniform of the LAPD.
\par \'93Thanks, Randall,\'94 he said to someone out of her sight. He smiled at her, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners, then looked up sharply as a woman shouted, \'93Dale, grab him!\'94
\par Kayla blinked and sat up, then wished she hadn't. Everything spun around her, and she felt like she was falling. Someone fell on top of her, and she screamed. It was the man in the leather coat, his face only inches from hers. \'93Got him, Anne,\'94
 the police officer said, and hauled the man in the leather coat up against the magazine rack, twisting his arms behind him and slapping on a pair of handcuffs.
\par \'93Do you know this guy, kid?\'94 the female officer asked.
\par Kayla found her voice. \'93I've never . . . never seen him before. But he . . . he killed those people. He would've killed all of us.\'94
\par The gunman grinned at her, licking his lips. Whatever had been human in his eyes, for that brief moment when he'd pleaded with her to save his life, was gone again.
\par She tried to sit up, and everyt
hing went blurry again. When her head cleared, she saw two paramedics carefully moving Billy out of the store on a stretcher. The blonde woman's body was still lying by the counter, but someone had placed a blanket over her face. The policewoman was readi
ng Miranda rights to the gunman, two other police officers holding the man by his handcuffed arms. The brown\_haired policeman was next to her, watching her intently. \'93Do you feel up to a trip to the station, kid?\'94
\par She nodded, not trusting her voice.
\par \'93Good.\'94 He helped her stand up. Her knees were so wobbly, she had to hold onto his arm for support. \'93You're a tough kid,\'94 the cop continued. \'93You survive this, you'll survive anything.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Will I?}{\f29  she thought.
\par \'93She's magic!\'94 the gunman shrieked suddenly, trying to wrest free from the policemen. He struggled briefly, staring at Kayla with insane eyes. Beneath the leather coat, his shirt was still wet with blood. \'93
She healed me, she has the Devil's power! I saw it, she has the Devil in her!\'94
\par \'93Jesus, get him out of here,\'94 the policewoman said in an exasperated tone. The other officers complied, wrestling the man through the door.
\par \'93I'll take you to the station now,\'94 the brown\_haired officer said. \'93Easy now, I know your legs aren't working too great just yet. We'll walk slowly, it's okay. . . .\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Easy for you to say,}{\f29  she thought resentfully. }{\i\f29 You didn't just see these people get blown away in front of you, including your best friend almost dying, and then have that\emdash whatever it was\emdash blu
e light thing happen to you.}{\f29 
\par They moved out through the doorway, and Kayla stopped short, momentarily blinded by bright lights.
\par There were several camera crews aiming cameras at her, and a huge crowd of people gathered on the sidewalk, held back by several police officers.
\par Kayla wondered if she ought to faint or throw up. Either seemed likely right now. . . . 
\par \'93Just a little more,\'94 the policeman said in a gentle voice. His grip tightened on her arm, as though he realized that she was about to fall. Half\_sup
porting her, they walked to a police car parked on the edge of the lot. The policeman helped her into the back seat; Kayla fumbled with the seat belt strap for a few seconds before the officer reached over to fasten it for her.
\par There was someone already seated in the car next to her, a beautiful Chicano girl with feathers knotted into her hair. The girl gave Kayla a curious look. \'93Why are they not taking you to the hospital?\'94 she asked. \'93
I saw you lying there, I thought you were dead.\'94
\par \'93Please, witnesses can't talk,\'94 the policeman said from the driver's seat. \'93Neither of you can talk about what happened yet, okay?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Okay by me,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 I don't want to talk about it, anyhow. I don't even want to think about it.}{\f29 
\par The officer drove in silence through the brightly lit streets. Kayla leaned her face against the cold glass and tried not to think.
\par Billy was alive. She knew that much, from the moment that her entire world had faded back from bright blue lights and hot electricity into normal \-reality again. She'd saved his life, somehow, and the life of the guy in the leather coat.
\par }{\i\f29 I should have let that slimeball die,}{\f29  she thought, then shook her head. Even now, she knew she couldn't have done that. It didn't matter that the man was a murderer . . . even if he wa
s slime, she couldn't just sit back and watch him die, not when she knew she could do something to help him.
\par Because she could. It didn't make any sense\emdash none of this made any sense, really\emdash but she could do it, whatever it was that she'd done. She could help people. A people\_
helper, that's what she was. The thought made her feel a little better, despite the awful headache and dizziness and pain.
\par Except . . . except that wasn't what the crazy man had called her. His words echoed in her mind: \'93She's magic. She has the Devil in her.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Oh God,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 I sure as hell hope not.}{\f29 
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Two
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 
Kayla sat on the wooden chair, feeling the sweat drip down the inside of her shirt, wondering how much longer they'd have to sit in this room. \'93Can I have a glass of water?\'94 she asked Officer Walker.
\par \'93Once the homicide detectives arrive, I'll get you something to drink,\'94 the policeman said. \'93Just be patient a little longer, Kayla.\'94
\par \'93Okay,\'94 she said, trying to find a more comfortable way of sitting on the hard wooden chair.
 All of this would be much easier to deal with if the chairs in the police station were a little more comfortable, she thought. Instead, she was stuck in this empty room with Officer Walker, who was a nice guy but didn't want to talk very much. He'd said 
that to her when they arrived at the police station, that they'd have to wait in a separate room and not talk about what had happened at the convenience store until the homicide detectives from the Detective Headquarters Division arrived.
\par The Hispanic girl was seated on a chair by the door, looking as though she wished she was somewhere else. Kayla understood }{\i\f29 exactly}{\f29  how she felt.
\par The silence in the room was making her crazy, she decided. After all the noise of gunshots and screaming, the silence was more than she could handle. \'93Do you know who that guy was, Officer Walker?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par \'93Kayla, I've already said that we can't talk about it, not until the detectives arrive. Please, no more questions.\'94
\par She sat with her arms folded on her knees, curled up on the chair, until the door opened again. Two more police officers walked in, a blonde woman and a heavyset man. \'93So, Dale, what did you bring home today?\'94
\par Officer Walker stood up. \'93Consuela Rodriguez was the first person to arrive on the scene, and she called the police. Kayla here was in the store when it happened. She wasn't hurt; none of that blood is hers.\'94
\par \'93I'll start with the kid,\'94 the woman said. She gestured for Kayla to follow her. Kayla did, wondering what was going to happen next.
\par They walked down the hallway to another \-office. The policewoman closed the door after them and turned to a small table with a coffeepot, cans of soda, and paper cups. \'93
Here, take a couple of paper towels; let's get some of that blood off you. Dale didn't even let you wash, did he? Would you like something to drink?\'94
\par \'93Anything with sugar in it,\'94 Kayla said, reaching for a can of Pepsi. She opened the bottle of aspirin that she'd lifted from the convenience store and swallowed several of the pills with some 
soda, then carefully wiped her face and hands with the paper towel.
\par The woman poured herself a cup of coffee and glanced up at the clock on the wall. \'93One }{\scaps\f29 A.M.}{\f29  Well, this will certainly be a long night. Have a seat, young lady. I'm afraid you're going to b
e here for a while, and I can't let you talk to anyone else just yet, not even your parents. By the way, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Detective Cable. You can call me Nichelle, if you'd like.\'94
\par Kayla gingerly sat down on one of the chairs. Detective Cable set a small tape recorder on the table next to them and took out a small stack of paper forms and a pencil.
\par Then the questions began.
\par Forty\_five minutes later, Kayla was trying to stay awake as she explained for a second time how she hadn't seen t
he gunman actually walk into the store, how she hadn't seen anyone outside the store who could've been with the gunman, and that she hadn't heard the gunman say anything until after the police arrived.
\par }{\i\f29 I wish Billy was here. He'd know what to say, how to handle this.}{\f29 
\par \'93All right,\'94 Cable said, stifling a yawn. \'93Let's go over what happened when your friend Billy was shot. You said you jumped the guy, he knocked you down and you fainted, and . . . ?\'94
\par \'93 . . . and I woke up when Officer Walker was asking me if I was okay,\'94 she said, not saying anything about the entire \'93blue lights\'94 situation. }{\i\f29 They'll lock me up in a padded cell in five minutes if I start talking about that,}{\f29 
 she thought.
\par To Kayla's relief, the policewoman switched off the tape recorder. \'93Thank you, Kayla,\'94 she said with a tired smile. \'93
Thank you very much. Now all I need is for you to fill out some paperwork, and then I'll give you over to Elizabet Winters, our resident psychology therapist, specializing in juvenile psychology. She'll want to talk 
to you a little, make sure that you're handling all of this okay. I know it's been an awful night for you, and you seem to be dealing with everything just fine, but we have to be certain. Elizabet will also call your parents and make sure you get home all
 right. I'm sure they're worried about you, and will want to know where you are.\'94 She set a form and a pen in front of Kayla, then walked over to pour herself another cup of coffee.
\par }{\i\f29 Call . . . my parents?}{\f29  Kayla thought in dismay. She looked down at the form and at the second line, where she was supposed to write in her \-address. }{\i\f29 What am I supposed to do now?
\par Maybe if I just fill it out quickly, then I can ask to go to the bathroom or something and get out of the building.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 Then I'll find Liane, and we can find Billy at the hospital. He'll know what to do, he always does.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 Good plan.}{\f29 
\par She wrote in carefully: 6925 Hollywood Boulevard. Hollywood, California.
\par The other questions were just as bad; she put down fake names for her parents, grandparents, school, and everything else.
\par Cable took the form from her, scanning it quickly. Kayla sat and waited, trying not to look nervous. The policewoman walked to the door with the form still in her hand. \'93I'll be back in a minute, Kayla,\'94 she said, and left the room.
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe I should try to get out of here now,}{\f29  Kayla thought, then decided against it. Somebody would probably stop her before she could get to the front door. No, waiting until the right \-moment, that was a better idea\emdash 
wait until someone was taking her home, she could just walk away and then head back home, to Suite 230.
\par Home. Once upon a time, that had meant something better than an abandoned office building in downtown Hollywood. She thought about what the policewoman had said about calling her parents and fought back the sudden tears that threatened to \-
escape from her eyes.
\par }{\i\f29 I wish you could call my folks, lady,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 I just wish you could.}{\f29 
\par 
\par Elizabet Winters set down the case folder, rubbing at her eyes with a tired hand. Too many blank pages left to fill out . . . the file on that last runaway child would keep her here for \-
another hour, when all she wanted to do was go home and get some sleep. At least there'd been a happy ending to that story, unlike most of them. She and Lieutenant Simmons had escorted the 
boy to the LAX airport, where she'd seen him off on the midnight plane to Chicago, knowing that the boy's anxious parents were waiting for him on the other end of the line.
\par Sometimes these things worked out.
\par Sometimes they didn't. Elizabet didn't want to think about Marie, a lovely sixteen\_year\_
old who'd been brought in to the station for child prostitution at least five times. The last time, they'd taken her to the county morgue instead, with five knife wounds in her. No suspects in that case yet, and Elizabet doubted they'd ever find any.

\par \'93Hey, Elizabet, you got a minute? I need some help.\'94
\par Elizabet looked up, to see Nichelle Cable from Detective Headquarters Division. Nichelle looked just as tired as Elizabet felt. \'93What's up?\'94
\par \'93I have a girl who witnessed a double homicide tonight on Sunset Boulevard. I didn't think there was anything unusual about her until she gave me this.\'94 Nichelle held up the witness identification form and pointed at Line 2.
\par \'93So, she lives on Hollywood Boulevard? What's strange about that?\'94 Elizabet asked.
\par \'93I wouldn't have thought anything was weird about it, except that when I was in high school, I worked in a particular movie theater for a few months. This girl gave me the address of Mann's Chinese Theater.\'94 Nichelle smiled. \'93I ran
 her name through the runaway database, and it came up cherries. Kayla Smith, state ward. She's been in Juvie twice for shoplifting and is currently \-
reported missing from a foster home in Orange County. She ran away two months ago. God knows what she's been doing since.\'94 The homicide detective dropped the form on Elizabet's desk. \'93She's all yours, Elizabet.\'94
\par \'93Thanks,\'94 Elizabet said with a wry smile. \'93Anything else I should know about this child?\'94
\par \'93She's bright and obviously thinks fast on her feet. Doesn't look like she does drugs, though she's wearing a half\_
trashed denim jacket that would cover any tracks. No terminal case of the sniffles or jitters, anyhow, so I doubt she's a crackhead. Maybe you can do something for this one.\'94
\par \'93Maybe.\'94 Elizabet stuffed the case folder in her briefcase. \'93Is she in a holding room or one of the offices?\'94
\par \'93Simmons' office. There's still some fresh coffee in there, if you need it.\'94 Nichelle yawned and stretched, smiling tiredly. \'93
I'm calling it a night. You might want to buzz Collins and get him ready to process this kid. I doubt anyone would want to drive her over to Juvie at this hour.\'94
\par \'93You're probably right about that. Thanks for the coffee, Nichelle, I'll need it. Good night.\'94
\par \'93Good luck,\'94 the policewoman said with a grin.
\par Elizabet picked up her briefcase and her jacket and headed over to Simmons' office. Ten feet away from the office door, she stopped, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
\par She knew.
\par She'd felt it earlier, an \'93incident\'94 in the city, magical power like a flare going off, as someone called down magic with all the subtlety of a high\_
explosive rocket. She'd wanted to go investigate, but with the boy to escort to the airport, there had been no chance. But now . . . 
\par It was this girl. She could feel it already, even though she couldn't see the girl through the closed office door. But even at this distance, the sensation of power sparked around her, tingling and alive. Whoever this girl was, she was a little
 powerhouse, and probably remarkably dangerous because of it.
\par Maybe she was the cause of the double homicide?
\par No . . . she could sense the child's power, and it burned clean and incandescent. The girl was bright with power and promise, with no taint of dea
th around her. Instead, it was something else that she sensed, something that she only saw dimly sometimes when looking in the mirror, moments when she could see herself and her own magic glowing within her. . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 The child has magic!}{\f29 
\par Elizabet opened the door and walked into the \-office. The girl looked up from where she was seated with her elbows propped on the table. She didn't look like much, just a street kid wearing jeans and a denim jacket over a stained T\_
shirt, long tangled brown hair, and large green eyes. Those eyes followed Elizabet as she draped her blue suit jacket over the back of the chair and then sat down across from her.
\par \'93I'm Elizabet Winters,\'94 she said. \'93Elizabet is a mistake on my birth certificate that I've lived with all these years. You're Kayla, right?\'94 She \-
extended her hand. The kid didn't move, just sat and watched her with those terrified eyes. Elizabet withdrew her hand, wondering how to handle this.
\par \'93Who are you?\'94
\par The girl's voice was surprisingly soft, Elizabet thought. \'93I'm a psych therapist working with the police department,\'94 she said. \'93
Usually I help the relatives of victims of crime, or work with people who have been through a traumatic experience. Like what you went through tonight. Do you want to talk about that?\'94
\par 
\par }{\i\f29 Yes, I'd like to talk about it, but I also don't want to spend the rest of my life in a padded room,}{\f29 
 Kayla thought, looking at the woman across from her. Elizabet Winters was a beautiful black woman in her fifties, black and silver hair coiled up in a braid. She sat silently, apparently waiting for Kayla to say something.
\par }{\i\f29 What am I supposed to say? That some guy killed two people in front of me and shot my best friend, and I created this weird light show to get rid of the bullet holes? No way.}{\f29 
\par \'93I've\emdash I've had a bad night,\'94 she said at last, choosing her words carefully. \'93I'm okay, but I'd like to go home.\'94
\par The older woman nodded. \'93That's a problem, unfortunately. Detective Cable wanted me to lock you up here for the night and maybe send you to Juvenile Hall in the 
morning, since it's a little impractical to take you back to the foster home in Orange County in the middle of the night.\'94
\par \'93What?\'94 Kayla sat upright in shock.
\par \'93I think I have another alternative,\'94 Elizabet continued, \'93since neither a midnight trip to \-Orange County or a night at Juvenile Hall seems to be the appropriate answer.\'94
\par \'93Terrific,\'94 Kayla said, and slumped back down in her chair. \'93So are you going to send me back to Mr. and Mrs. Davis? I know it doesn't matter what I think, but I don't want to go.\'94
\par \'93Obviously, or you wouldn't have run away from them.\'94 The black woman smiled. \'93Kayla, if you could do anything, what would you do?\'94
\par \'93I\emdash I don't understand,\'94 she answered uncertainly.
\par \'93I'll rephrase this. Pretend for a minute that you don't have to go back to that foster home, or Juvie, or anything like that. If you could choose where you wanted to live, what you wanted to do, what would you choose?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Who is this lady?}{\f29  Kayla wondered. }{\i\f29 She isn't like any cop or social worker I've ever met before.}{\f29  \'93
I don't know. I guess . . . if I could have anything, I'd want to live with my parents again. But that won't ever happen, I know that.\'94 At Elizabet's questioning look, she added, \'93
They disappeared when I was twelve years old. I was at school, Mom never showed up to take me home.\'94
 The memory of that afternoon was still burned into her mind: how she'd waited and waited at the school, then walked home, to find the police at her house. \'93Nobody knew how to find any of my relatives, so I ended up in a foster home.\'94
 She thought about it for a few moments longer. \'93
If I could do anything, I'd want to live with people that understood me. Good people, not like Mr. Davis. People who like to talk about real things, and treat people right, and . . . and read books. People
 who do more than sit around drinking beer and watching TV.\'94
\par \'93You like to read?\'94
\par In spite of herself, Kayla blushed. \'93I love reading,\'94 she said, looking down at her sneakers. \'93Sometimes it's the only way to escape, get away from everything.\'94
\par \'93Have you thought of going to college?\'94 Elizabet asked.
\par \'93Yeah, sure, but there's a snowball's chance of that, you know? You have to graduate high school before they'll let you go to college.\'94
\par \'93Maybe I can help you with that.\'94 The woman stood up, pulling on her blue jacket and picking up her briefcase. \'93Time to go, child.\'94
\par \'93To Juvie?\'94 Kayla's voice quavered, and she hated it for that. She clenched her fists, trying to keep her voice steady. \'93Is that where you're taking me?\'94
\par Elizabet Winters smiled. \'93No, I have another idea. I'll need to find Lieutenant Simmons first, but I doubt he'd have any objections.\'94
\par Curious, Kayla followed Elizabet out of the \-office. Elizabet led her through the corridors and open office rooms of the police station.
\par \'93The lieutenant's downstairs with our new psychopath,\'94 one officer told Elizabet, and she led Kayla down a flight of stairs to a brightly lit row of holding cells. A sandy\_haired policeman stood a few feet back from the rows of concrete\_
walled rooms, from which Kayla could hear someone screaming curses and obscenities. There was one small iron\_
barred cell next to the larger holding cells that had several prisoners in each, men that were mostly sitting around quietly. In the smaller cell was the man from the QuickStart, wearing
 a stained white shirt and jeans instead of the long black leather coat.
\par In spite of herself, she stared at the killer. \-Another man, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt and seated quietly on a bench in the next cell, was watching her through the open bars. Sh
e avoided his curious eyes, looking instead at the man who'd tried to kill her.
\par There was something wrong with him, she could tell, even at this distance. Something broken inside that made him crazy this way. Her hands tingled, and she glanced down quickly
, making sure that her fingers weren't glowing again. They weren't, fortunately. Kayla looked back at the crazy man, wondering just how one would fix something wrong inside somebody's head; it wouldn't be like fixing a gunshot wound, that was more like pa
tching things back together. No, this would be like reaching \-inside and changing something. . . . 
\par Elizabet began speaking in a quiet voice to the policeman; with the lunatic screaming at the top of his voice, Kayla couldn't hear what she was saying.
\par \'93Hey, chickie.\'94 The gunman's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. \'93I know who you are, I know what you did.\'94
\par Kayla moved closer so she could hear him. \'93What?\'94
\par \'93It's magic, did you know that? I've seen magic, and that's what you did.\'94
\par Elizabet spoke sharply from behind her. \'93Kayla! Get away from\emdash \'94
\par The man reached out and grabbed Kayla's arm, yanking her toward him with inhuman strength. \'93Devil!\'94 he screamed. Kayla was pulled hard against the metal bars, struggling to get free. The man's other hand clamped onto he
r throat, tightening painfully.
\par Elizabet's hand was on the man's arm, trying to pull him away from Kayla. A split\_second later, Kayla felt a shock of hot fire go through her hands, a sudden pain like a knife. The man yelped and leaped back, falling onto the floor of his cell.
\par Elizabet pulled her back from the cell, blocking the lieutenant's view of Kayla with her own body. Kayla glanced down, and saw why: a handful of blue sparks, flickering like fireflies on a Southern night, were fading from her own finge
rtips as she watched.
\par \'93Are you all right? Did he hurt you?\'94 Elizabet asked urgently.
\par Kayla shook her head. \'93I'm okay, really.\'94 She looked at the man cowering in his cell, clutching his left arm. \'93Did he\emdash ?\'94 She turned quickly to look at the police officer, hoping he hadn't seen anything.
\par \'93Good use of pressure points, Elizabet,\'94 Lieutenant Simmons said, motioning for them to stand further back from the cell. \'93I've seen Ms. Winters do things like that before,\'94 the police officer continued. \'93It's some Japanese 
martial art, isn't it?\'94
\par Elizabet's eyes never left Kayla's. \'93I know a few useful tricks, Jeff,\'94 she said.
\par \'93Yes.\'94 The police officer nodded. \'93In any case, Elizabet, my answer is yes. I don't see why you can't foster this girl for a few days until a judge fi
gures out what to do for her. Just make sure the correct paperwork ends up on the captain's desk.\'94
\par \'93That's what you were asking about?\'94 Kayla asked, her eyes wide.
\par \'93Only if you don't mind, child. If you'd rather go elsewhere, we can make other arrangements,\'94 Elizabet said.
\par \'93No, that's okay by me.\'94 Kayla didn't know what else to say. She thought about being locked up in Juvie, and decided that it would be a lot easier to get away from this lady than the cops at Juvie. Because all she could think about right 
now was running away, running as far away from all of everything that had happened tonight, until she didn't have to think about it anymore.
\par Then she thought about a warm bed, and maybe a chance to take a shower, maybe even get some clean clothes. }{\i\f29 I'll see what her place is like,}{\f29  Kayla thought, }{\i\f29 
And then I'll decide. Maybe I'll want to stay there tonight, maybe I can steal some stuff that I can get some cash for . . . 
\par Maybe this lady is all right. I mean, she saw what just happened, and she didn't freak, or even say anything about it. Maybe she can answer some of these questions . . . maybe she can explain what in the hell is happening to me.}{\f29 
\par She followed Elizabet out of the holding cell area, making a wide berth around the crazy man's cell. When they were outside the police station, she couldn't hold back the questions any longer. \'93You saw, didn't you? Why didn't you tell the cop? I don't
\emdash \'94
\par \'93Not here,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93We'll talk at my house.\'94 They walked to one of the few cars left in the parking lot next to the station, an old white VW Rabbit convertible. \'93
We can stop by Cedars Sinai Hospital and check on your friend Billy if you'd like,\'94 she offered.
\par \'93We don't have to. I know he's okay,\'94 Kayla said without thinking.
\par Elizabet smiled at her. \'93Yes, you would know that, wouldn't you? All right, then we'll just go straight to my house.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 She knows!}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 She knows exactly what happened!}{\f29 
\par 
\par \'93Bitch!\'94 the man screamed as the police lieutenant left the room. \'93She's an evil bitch, she's the Devil's daughter!\'94
\par Carlos Miguel Hernandez listened to the man's raving for another few minutes, then uncurled from his position on the jail cell's wooden bench and moved to the corner of his cell, as close as he could get to the other man. \'93Why do you say that little }{
\i\f29 puta}{\f29  is the daughter of the Devil?\'94 he asked conversationally. \'93She's just a child.\'94
\par \'93I saw it, kid!\'94 the man shrieked. \'93I saw it, I saw it!\'94
\par \'93Please, }{\i\f29 amigo,}{\f29  calm down. Tell me what you saw.\'94
\par Carlos listened intently to the man's descriptions of the evening's events, and nodded thoughtfully. \'93Can you prove that this happened? Do you have proof?\'94
\par \'93I'll show you, kid, but you have to give it back to me, you have to promise!\'94 the other man said shrilly.
\par \'93I promise, I promise,\'94 Carlos snapped impatiently. \'93And do not call me kid,\'94 he added. \'93I'm nineteen years old, I'm a man.\'94
\par For an answer, the man's hand reached out through the bars, holding out his shirt. Carlos pulled it into his cell and looked at it curiously.
\par \'93Look on the right side, you'll see the mark,\'94 the man said.
\par Carlos turned the shirt in his hands and saw the bullet hole. The bloodstains around the hole were fresh, not yet darkened to the red\_brown color of old blood. He brought the shirt closer to his face and sniffed. Yes, fresh blood.
\par \'93I have a hole in my jacket, too,\'94 the man said. \'93But no bullet wound. She healed me, she's the Devil's daughter!\'94
\par \'93I believe you,\'94 Carlos said. \'93If you were still hurt, you would be in the security ward of a hospital, not here in county jail.\'94 }{\i\f29 How remarkable,}{\f29  he thought, }{\i\f29 
And how very useful. Though if that child is the Devil's daughter, it is a kind and gentle Devil who would save the life of someone trying to kill her.
\par I want to see this miracle for myself, this child who heals friend and enemy alike.}{\f29 
\par \'93Do you know who she is?\'94 Carlos asked. \'93Do you know where she lives?\'94
\par The other man mumbled a negative. Carlos pushed the shirt back through the bars of the cell into the other man's grasp and sat down on the bench to consider what he had learned.
\par She could be very useful indeed, this healing child. Tomorrow morning, he would stand in front of the judge and pay his fines to leave this place. After that, he could
 begin searching for this child. Somehow he did not doubt that he or one of his homeboys, the Tyrone Street Boys, would find her, one girl in all of the city of Los Angeles. He stretched out on the bench and listened in silence to the incoherent words of 
the man in the cell beside him. Tomorrow, he would find her. . . . 
\par 
\par \'93Nice place,\'94 Kayla muttered, looking up at the darkened house. She glanced at Elizabet. \'93How much does the police department pay you, \-anyhow?\'94
\par \'93I also have a private practice,\'94 Elizabet said, \-unlocking the front door. \'93
Besides, child, I bought this house fifteen years ago, before the rich folks decided that Laurel Canyon was the perfect place to build a fancy house. You'll see, it's not much on the inside.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe you think so,}{\f29  Kayla thought, walking into the wood\_paneled room, }{\i\f29 But I can sure spot a few things that would get me some good bucks at Mel's Gun and Pawn.}{\f29 
 She paused to look at a collection of crystal dolphins on a shelf in the hallway. }{\i\f29 I wouldn't even think of hocking those\emdash they
'd probably break when I was carrying 'em out. But the VCR, that looks like it's new, and it's one of the better brands . . . that could be worth something. . . . }{\f29 
\par A moment later, she noticed something else: the house was }{\i\f29 quiet.}{\f29  Not just from noise, but fr
om the jangling pressure she'd felt for the last months, the sensation that the world was tightening down on her and making her crazy. Her headache faded as she looked around in surprise. }{\i\f29 Totally weird.}{\f29 
\par \'93I'm getting something to drink from the fridge. Would you like anything?\'94
\par \'93A glass of milk would be great,\'94 Kayla said, and Elizabet walked away. Kayla studied one of the \-crystal dolphins; it seemed to float in midair, caught forever in a leap out of the water. Only the tip of its tail touched the cut\_glas
s water, the dolphin sculpture delicately balanced on that point.
\par \'93Do you like that one?\'94 Elizabet asked, walking up behind her with two glasses of milk. \'93I like to think of it as a representation of life, balanced perfectly at a single moment.\'94
\par Kayla took the offered glass from Elizabet's hand. \'93Thanks.\'94 She sipped the milk, then looked wistfully in the direction of Elizabet's kitchen.
\par \'93Of course, you must be hungry, child. I probably have some sandwich fixings in the fridge. I'll show you where everything is.\'94
\par Kayla followed her into the kitchen, and as Elizabet took out a plate and silverware from the cupboards, she asked, \'93Why did you say, `of course'?\'94
\par Elizabet was silent for a moment. \'93Make yourself whatever you'd like to eat, then we'll sit down and talk.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, sure.\'94 Kayla decided not to be polite about the fact that she felt like she hadn't eaten in weeks, and made a huge sandwich out of a whole wheat roll and several different kinds of cheeses. She sat down across from Elizabet at the ki
tchen table, alternating quick bites of the sandwich with swallows of milk. The older woman watched without speaking as Kayla finished the sandwich. \'93So, what did you want to talk about?\'94
 she asked hesitantly, uncomfortable with Elizabet's long silence.
\par \'93We have a few things to discuss,\'94 Elizabet said thoughtfully. \'93Like what happened to you earlier this evening.\'94
\par \'93You read Officer Cable's report,\'94 Kayla \-offered. \'93It has everything in it. Did you want to know about something else?\'94
\par Elizabet lifted her hand; white\_gold light flickered over her fingers, glittering in the cold light of the kitchen.
\par \'93This is what we have to talk about,\'94 Elizabet said, the light brightening around her hand as she spoke. \'93This is magic.\'94
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Three
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93I don't want to talk about it,\'94
 Kayla said. Her eyes darted to the door out of the kitchen; she was certain that Elizabet couldn't run as fast as she could, especially if Kayla had a head start. Maybe she could get out of this house and away from this crazy woman, make it back to 
Hollywood before the police could catch up with her.
\par \'93You're not going to run anywhere, not in your current condition,\'94 the woman said, watching her closely. \'93I think you nearly killed yourself tonight, and it'll take time to recover from that.\'94
\par \'93I didn't . . . how did you know about that?\'94 Kayla demanded.
\par }{\i\f29 :Trust me, child, I know.:}{\f29 
\par Kayla stood up quickly, and her chair tilted and clattered to the floor. She backed to the door. \'93Stop that!\'94 she shouted, her voice very loud in the small kitchen.
\par }{\i\f29 \'93I}{\f29  didn't say anything,\'94 Elizabet said mildly. She glanced at her hands; as if an afterthought, the sparkling lights faded away. }{\i\f29 :But you heard me, didn't you?:}{\f29 
\par Kayla whirled, looking around the room for the source of the words. This time she was certain of it; Elizabet's lips hadn't moved. \'93It's a trick, isn't it?\'94 she said, her hand reaching behind her for the doorknob. \'93
You're playing tricks with your voice.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 :You know I'm not. Why won't you listen to me?:}{\f29 
\par \'93Get out of my head!\'94 Kayla covered her face with her hands, unable to stop the tears and hating herself for crying. \'93Stop it!\'94
\par \'93I'm sorry, Kayla. I didn't mean to frighten you.\'94 Elizabet's voice was gentle. \'93But I wanted to prove something to you.\'94
\par \'93What's that?\'94 She looked up angrily.
\par \'93That you still have a lot to learn.\'94
\par 
\par Carlos breathed deeply of the cool early morning air outside the police station, smiling despite the taint of automobile exhaust and street garbage. \'93It's good to be out, Manny,\'94 he said.
\par His brother Manuel grinned at him. \'93I'm glad to see you outside the }{\i\f29 c\'e1rcel.}{\f29  But it was a little expensive, paying for your three speeding tickets.\'94 His grin broadened. \'93
Maybe next time I'll let you stay longer, until you learn to appreciate me more, eh?\'94
\par Carlos laughed and swatted cheerfully at Manuel. They walked together to the waiting car, Carlos' customized old Chevrolet. }{\i\f29 At least the }{\f29 polic\'eda}{\i\f29  didn't take my car,}{\f29  he thought. }{\i\f29 
That would've been much worse than spending a night in a jail cell next to a madman.}{\f29 
\par Ramon was seated at the wheel, and he smiled and nodded respectfully to his eldest brother as Carlos slid into the seat behind him. \'93Mother will be glad to see you home,\'94 Ramon said by way of greeting. \'93
She was very sad to hear that you'd been arrested again.\'94
\par \'93Mama is saying that county jail is like your home away from home, Carlos,\'94 Manuel joked.
\par \'93Heh, they haven't arrested me for at least a year!\'94
\par \'93Until last night,\'94 Ramon observed from the front seat.
\par \'93Ramon doesn't mind, since he could make time with Roberta at the party last night.\'94 Manuel smiled, then his smile faded at the cold look Carlos gave to Ramon.
\par \'93Is this true?\'94
\par The young man shook his head. \'93Roberta is your girl, Carlos, and everyone knows that. Maybe someday I'll meet a girl that I like, someone who isn't already in love with my handsome oldest brother.\'94 He grinned. \'93
Maybe she won't even like you! Wouldn't that be a wonderful joke!\'94
\par \'93Heh.\'94 Carlos sat back in the seat, glancing out the window at the city. Ramon was driving carefully, even sedately,
 probably not wanting any more trouble than they'd already had. Soon they'd be on the 101 Freeway and out of Hollywood, which was good. He would never have admitted it to his brothers, but he had been afraid after being arrested in Hollywood. Outside of V
an Nuys and the San Fernando Valley, and away from his own }{\i\f29 barrio}{\f29 , any other city gang boy could've tried to make points by cutting or killing him. That would've started a war, which he didn't want at this point\emdash everything was \-
going too well for his homeboys, and he didn't want anything that could cause trouble now. \-Especially not now, with what he'd heard from the madman in the jail.
\par \'93I have some work for you, Manuel,\'94 he said. \'93There is a young girl I want to find. I only saw her for a few moments, and I don't know where she lives. . . .\'94
\par \'93Isn't Roberta enough for you, Carlos?\'94 Manuel asked. \'93How many other women do you need?\'94
\par Carlos considered hitting his brother, then \-decided against it. Manuel would always be a joker, no matter how many times Carlos bruised his fists against him. \'93
This girl is different, Manny. She was at the jail and is staying with a black woman who might be a policewoman. The girl's first name is Kayla, I don't know her family name. The black woman's name is Elizabet Winters. You wi
ll find out where she lives today.\'94
\par \'93What, today?\'94 Manuel's voice held surprise and a hint of laughter. \'93You'll give me one day to find this girl in the entire city of Los Angeles? That's very generous of you, brother!\'94
\par \'93Why do you want this girl so much?\'94 Ramon wanted to know.
\par Carlos thought about it for a moment, then decided to tell them. They were his brothers, \-after all, and there was no one in the world he could trust more than them. \'93She may be a }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 , a witch,\'94 he said at last. \'93
At least, that is what a crazy man in jail told me. If we find her, I will be able to know for certain.\'94 He smiled. \'93If she is a witch, she could be useful to me. To the homeboys. We've had trouble with those }{\i\f29 bastardos}{\f29 
 from the city, trying to take over the drug selling near our }{\i\f29 barrio}{\f29 . With a }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 , maybe they would be more afraid of us.\'94
\par \'93I think Carlos just wants another woman, a girl who is a }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29  in bed,\'94 Manuel said. \'93I can't wait to tell Roberta that she isn't enough for him anymore!\'94
\par \'93Carlos, what if this girl doesn't want you?\'94  Ramon asked.
\par \'93What do you mean?\'94Carlos said, surprised by the question. \'93She'll come with us, whether she wants to or not. She's just a girl.\'94
\par \'93But that's\emdash \'94
\par \'93That's what? Survival, that's what it is! Ramie, it's us against them, our family against the \-T\_Men, the }{\i\f29 bastardos}{\f29  that would ruin our business. You know that!\'94
\par Ramon glanced at him. \'93Carlos, I don't like this. You know I've never liked what we're \-doing, but this is even worse. It's changing you, changing all of us, making us into . . . into something I don't like.\'94
\par \'93So, what else are you going to do?\'94 Carlos asked. \'93The money's good, I know you like that. Are you going to work at McDonald's for a handful of dollars a day?\'94
\par Ramon shook his head, his eyes on the traffic ahead of them. \'93I . . . I talked to Luisa this morning. She says they might have work for me at the store. I could do that during the day, go back to school at night. . . .\'94
\par \'93Heh, you couldn't even finish high school!\'94 Carlos laughed.
\par \'93I couldn't, because you made me quit! You made me quit and help you sell drugs!\'94 Ramon said angrily.
\par Carlos glanced at Manuel, who was being very quiet in the seat next to him. He leaned forward, speaking quietly to Ramon. \'93Ramie, Ramie, I need you. We've built a business, but I can't hold it all alone. Not with those }{\i\f29 bastardos}{\f29 
 from downtown trying to cut into our territory. Do you forget, Rey's in the hospital because of them? They want our territory, and who knows what they might try next? No, you can't go back to school now, I need you too 
much. Our family needs you too much.\'94
\par \'93But you know, I want more than this. . . . I want to finish high school, become a lawyer. . . .\'94
\par \'93A laywer, that's good!\'94 Manuel laughed. \'93Then you can keep Carlos out of jail when they arrest him for selling rock!\'94
\par Carlos gave him a dirty look, then turned back to Ramon. \'93We'll go find this }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 
, Ramie. If she's real, if she can do what that crazy man said, then she'll make the difference for us. Then you can do whatever you want, Ramie. You can go back to school, become a lawyer, do anything.\'94
\par Ramon didn't answer. Carlos thought about saying something more, trying to find other words to convince his baby brother, then decided against it. Today Ramon was saying that he didn't want to help, but he wouldn't walk away from the }{\i\f29 familia}{
\f29 , Carlos knew that. And if Manuel didn't believe him about the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 , that was fine, too. When they found the girl, his brothers would change their minds.
\par Because he'd seen the magic himself. Oh, he'd heard his mother's stories of }{\i\f29 magia}{\f29  and }{\i\f29 tierra del las hadas}{\f29 , the land of the faerie people, but he'd never believed them.
\par Until last night, when he'd seen the sparks of witchlight on the girl's hands, blue and bright in the harsh light of the jail cell. And the shirt with the bullet hole in it; he'd felt }{\i\f29 something}{\f29 
 when he touched it, a strange sensation he couldn't identify. He knew the crazy man's story was true, even if no one else believed it, not even the }{\i\f29 polic\'eda.}{\f29 
\par He would find the girl, the little }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 . Even in a city as large as Los Angeles, it was only a matter of time before they found her.
\par 
\par \'93It's called magic,\'94 Elizabet said, pouring \-another cup of tea. \'93And you have enough for three, child. More than anyone I've ever met, to be honest.\'94
\par Kayla yawned again, and glanced at the kitchen clock. }{\i\f29 Six }{\i\scaps\f29 A.M.}{\i\f29  I wonder if this lady ever goes to sleep?}{\f29  \'93I don't believe in magic,\'94
 Kayla said stubbornly. It was the third time she'd said that in the last five minutes, and she wasn't really certain whether she believed it anymore. Especially after what had happened tonight.
\par \'93You keep saying that, but the evidence is \-before your eyes. You healed the man in the jail cell . . . yes, I could tell that just by looking at him,\'94 she said in response to Kayla's wide\_eyed look. \'93
I expect you healed your hurt friend who was mentioned in the police report, though it seems you didn't do a complete healing on him, since he's in the hospital right now.\'94
\par \'93I'm not a healer. I don't believe in magic,\'94 Kayla repeated, rubbing her eyes.
\par }{\i\f29 :How can you keep saying that, Kayla, when you know it isn't true?:}{\f29 
\par \'93Stop that!\'94 Kayla shouted, furious. \'93I hate it when you do that!\'94
\par Elizabet put her hand over her mouth, and a \-moment later Kayla realized why: she was stifling her laughter.
\par \'93Don't laugh at me!\'94 Kayla yelled. \'93And stop saying things without opening your mouth. It isn't natural,\'94 she concluded.
\par \'93Who's to say what's natural and what isn't?\'94 Elizabet leaned forward across the table. \'93I \-believe everyone has a touch of it, a little m
agic. But only a very few people ever develop it into anything useful and predictable. And I've never met anyone like you before.\'94
\par \'93I'm nothing special,\'94 Kayla said, looking down at her hands. The same hands that had held that weird light . . . 
\par  \'93No. At the moment, I'd call you remarkably dangerous, not special.\'94
\par \'93Dangerous?\'94
\par \'93That man in the cell\emdash you could've killed him, if you'd wanted to. Did you want to?\'94 Elizabet was looking at her intently.
\par Kayla shook her head. \'93No. If I wanted him to die, I could've just let him bleed to death in the store. I just wanted him to let go of me. I don't . . . I don't want to kill anybody. Ever.\'94
\par \'93I'm glad to hear that.\'94 Elizabet folded her hands on the table, looking down. To Kayla, she looked suddenly nervous, which was very different from the impression she'd given all evening of a tough, self\_confident lady. \'93
I'm not quite certain how to say this, Kayla . . . but I want you to consider staying here. As my student.\'94
\par \'93What?\'94 Kayla wasn't certain she'd heard her correctly.
\par \'93
Oh, I'm sure I can find a foster home for you in this area. The local schools are fairly good, and I can arrange tutoring for you in academic subjects, if you need to make up for lost time. But what I'd like to do is teach you about magic. You're the f
irst person I've met that has the potential to learn magic . . . no, more than just the potential to learn magic. You have the potential to easily surpass me and become someone who could make a major difference in this world, for many people.\'94
\par \'93You're kidding, right?\'94
\par \'93I've never been more serious about anything in my life. You need to learn how to use this magic. Because it's not going to go away, not now that you've used it once. And until you learn how to control it, your magic is incredibly dangerous, t
o you and everyone around you. \-Believe me, it's true. You have to learn to control the magic, not let the magic control you.\'94 Elizabet looked up at the kitchen clock. \'93
My, look at the time. I forget that not everyone is used to working the night shift. We'll talk more about this after you've slept. I'll set you up in the guest bedroom.\'94
\par \'93Okay.\'94 Getting some sleep did sound like a great idea. Maybe all of this would make more sense in the morning . . . or maybe she'd be lucky and it would all turn out to be
 an awful dream. That would be great, waking up in Suite 230 next to Billy and Liane; they'd all laugh about her weird dream and then go scrounge some breakfast on the street.
\par She was so tired, she didn't resist when Elizabet tucked her into bed after she'd changed into a granny nightgown that was four sizes too big for her. The bed was warm and soft, much nicer than sleeping on a pile of carpet padding in a drafty \-
office building. She was asleep a few seconds after Elizabet switched off the bedroom light.
\par 
\par Elizabet Winters walked quietly back to the kitchen and poured herself another cup of tea. }{\i\f29 This child isn't quite what I expected in a student,}{\f29  she thought wryly.
\par Her grandmother had been her own teacher, \-after Elizabet had discovered her odd gifts. Gra
m, who'd been born only a few years before the end of the Civil War, a wrinkled old woman with a talent for making sure that her grandchildren never suffered from any illness for more than a day. One day she'd been ill with the influenza and }{\i\f29 seen
}{\f29  Gram use that magic to help her. From that day onward, she'd learned everything she could from her grandmother.
\par After Gram had passed away when Elizabet was twenty years old, she'd continued studying on her own. Reading, researching, trying to learn everything she could. But never revealing her talents, no. \-
Because Gram had warned her about that above all else . . . that even if she could prove that her abilities were real, it was too dangerous to show them to the world. So she'd studied alone, always hoping to find others who understood.
\par And she'd hoped to find a student someday. Elizabet had watched her nieces and nephews closely, looking for any sign of the family gift. Eventually, she'd decided, one of the children would show the talent, and Elizabet would pass 
on the learning to a student the same way Gram had taught her.
\par She'd never dreamed that her student would be a scrawny, underfed, unwashed runaway white girl.
\par Well, she could live with it. Everything but the girl's ethnic background could be cured with
 good meals, rest, and a thorough scrubbing. And the fact that the child was white wasn't a problem for her, though Gram would probably have carried on for hours about how }{\i\f29 her}{\f29 
 lessons were meant for good, solid people of color, people who knew how to \-respect an old woman's African wisdom and would use her teachings in the right way.
\par She hoped Kayla would use her teachings \'93in the right way.\'94 That was the danger. She didn't know how much of the street life had rubbed into the girl; was she a junkie? a whore? a thief or a dealer? Elizabet would have to find this out, and soon.

\par }{\i\f29 I should get some sleep as well. Tomorrow, I'll see what I can learn from this girl, before I begin to teach her anything.}{\f29 
\par 
\par Kayla rolled over in bed, pulling the blankets over her head. It was too bright, too early . . . 
\par \'93I've called the hospital. They'll have visiting hours later this afternoon. Do you want to go see your friend?\'94
\par \'93Uhn,\'94 Kayla said incoherently from under the blankets, then sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes at the light streaming in through the open window. \'93I mean, yes, I'd like to go see Billy.\'94 }{\i\f29 
This lady looks like she's been awake for hours. Doesn't she ever sleep?}{\f29 
\par \'93I washed your clothes for you. They're folded over the chair. There's enough time for you to take a bath, if you'd like.\'94
\par \'93Thank you.\'94 Kayla climbed out of bed and grabbed the handful of clothing from the chair. She remembered the location of the bathroom from the previous night and smiled at the sight of the large bathtub. }{\i\f29 That}{\f29 
 was something she'd missed, living in Suite 230\emdash a chance to really get clean. Scrubbing down while standing next to the sink just didn't work that great. She found a bottle of nice\_
smelling herbal shampoo on the tiled counter and a towel that Elizabet had left her, and got to the serious work of removing several weeks of built\_up grime.
\par Clean clothes were a nice change, too. She combed her hair, struggling with the tangles, and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. This was a Kayla who looked very different, happy and well\_
rested and clean, no more smudge marks on her face or tangled and dirty hair.
\par A couple minutes later, she joined Elizabet in the kitchen. \'93Breakfast?\'94 the black woman asked, and Kayla nodded politely.
\par They ate in silence, until Kayla set down her fork to ask the question that had been bothering her all morning: \'93How do you do . . . that speaking thing?\'94 she asked, tapping her forehead.
\par Elizabet laughed. \'93I don't really know. My Gram could do it, and one day I was able to do it as well. We'll see if you can learn it, too.\'94
\par \'93Sure beats using the telephone,\'94 Kayla said around a mouthful of scrambled eggs. \'93Once you get used to it,\'94 she added.
\par \'93You have to be discreet about that kind of thing, though,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93
Gram taught me that, telling me a story about how some folks tried to burn her out of her house in Georgia, back in the thirties. That's the first thing I'd like to teach you, how to help people without the
m realizing it. So you can stay out of trouble, child.\'94
\par \'93I'd\emdash I'd like that,\'94 Kayla said hesitantly, and was rewarded by another of Elizabet's warm smiles.
\par \'93Well, we'd better start moving,\'94 the woman said, standing up and carrying the dirty plates to the kitchen sink. \'93We have a lot to do today.\'94
\par She wasn't kidding about that, as Kayla found out over the next few hours. The first stop was at a shopping mall in West Hollywood, where Elizabet wielded a credit card like a medieval knight with a sword, buying Kayla a new pair of jeans, several \-T\_
shirts and sweatshirts, underwear and socks, and a new pair of high\_top sneakers. The new sneakers squeaked on the linoleum floor as they walked through the mall.
\par Kayla was uncertain how to react to all of this generosit
y on Elizabet's part, but that didn't stop her from looking wistfully at a pair of silver hoop earrings in one window display. She had the plain steel stud earrings that the lady in the shop had used to pierce her ears last year, but she'd never owned ano
ther pair of earrings. Elizabet only laughed, out came the credit card again, and Kayla left the shop with her stud earrings in her pocket and the new silver hoop earrings dangling from her ears.
\par Their next stop was Cedars Sinai Hospital, only a few blocks 
away from the shopping mall. Elizabet parked the convertible in the garage. Kayla followed her into the lobby of the hospital, and stopped just inside the entrance as a wave of dizziness and nausea hit her like a fist. \'93Elizabet\emdash \'94
 she managed to say, as everything whirled around her. The older woman caught her as she nearly stumbled and helped her to a nearby chair.
\par \'93Take a few deep breaths, child,\'94 she said quietly.
\par Kayla buried her face in her hands, afraid she was going to faint. Beyond the dizziness, sh
e thought she could hear voices: someone cursing in Spanish as a pain ripped through her, the wail of a newborn baby, a boy screaming as a doctor set his broken arm, the unending pain of an old man breathing through a respirator.
\par \'93I hadn't thought about this,\'94 Elizabet murmured, chafing Kayla's hands with her own. \'93Just keep breathing and try to push all of that away from you\emdash it's not happening to you, it's someone else's life, someone else's pain.\'94
\par \'93I think\emdash \'94 Kayla said, gulping for air and wishing she hadn't eaten anything for breakfast \'93\emdash I think I'm going to be sick.\'94
 She pulled away from Elizabet and ran for the women's bathroom, which fortunately was only twenty feet away.
\par Elizabet was waiting for her in the bathroom, standing by the counter, when she emerged again. Kayla accepted the wet paper towel from her and wiped her face, then rinsed her mouth out with water from the sink.
\par \'93I think I'm okay now. It was just an awful shock, that's all.\'94 Kayla dried her face with \-another paper towel. \'93I want to go see Billy.\'94
\par The woman at the front desk directed them to Room 416 in the children's ward, where Billy was staying.
\par Walking through the children's ward was harder than she'd thought it would be, with sudden pain and shock pummeling at her from behind every 
closed door, striking without warning. She walked stiffly beside Elizabet, tense and wary, waiting for each new assault on her senses.
\par Elizabet placed her hand on Kayla's shoulder as they walked down the corridor, a warm touch. A wave of calm flowed over her, holding the shrieking pain at bay. Kayla stopped, looking up at Elizabet in surprise.
\par \'93It's an old trick,\'94 Elizabet said, and then she smiled. \'93I'll teach it to you sometime.\'94
\par \'93I'll hold you to that promise,\'94 Kayla said as they stopped in front of Room 416. \'93Damn,\'94 she said without thinking about it.
\par \'93What?\'94 Elizabet asked.
\par \'93He's asleep. We probably shouldn't wake him up.\'94 She pushed through the door anyhow, wanting to see how he looked.
\par Billy was lying on his back, breathing steadily. An IV needle ran to his left arm, clear fluid dripping into the plastic line. He looked very young, asleep and in a hospital gown, not at all like the tough guy that had take
n care of Kayla and Liane for so many weeks.
\par Even from the door, she could sense the steady beating of his heart, the torn muscle slowly knitting itself back together in his leg. Kayla backed out of the room and closed the door quietly behind her. \'93He's okay,\'94 she said. \'93
I'd like to come back here later, though, when he's awake. And I want to ask the nurses if Liane's been here. I haven't seen her since . . . since what happened last night, and she's probably scared out of her wits.\'94
\par The nurse, when asked, only shook her head. No one other than Kayla and Elizabet had even called to check on Billy Johnson, except for an officer from the Detective Headquarters Division.
\par \'93Liane . . . that's your other friend, who ran away from the foster home with you and Billy?\'94 Elizabet asked. \'93I think we should call the police to go pick her up, Kayla. It wasn't safe for the three of you, living on the streets together\emdash 
it's far more dangerous for her, now that she's alone.\'94
\par \'93You're right,\'94 Kayla admitted, and told her about S
uite 230, the abandoned office building where they'd been living. She felt like a traitor, telling Elizabet about their secret hideaway, but just the thought of Liane alone, without Billy to protect her from people like Nick, was terrifying.
\par }{\i\f29 I just hope she's okay. . . . }{\f29 
\par Kayla was silent on the drive back to Elizabet's house, thinking about Liane and life on the streets. It had been so easy for her to get used to the idea of living in a house instead of a trashed office building, to hot showers and clean c
lothes and good food. Sure, they'd survived just fine on their own, but it wasn't anything she wanted to go back to. At least, not now.
\par Besides, she couldn't go back to what they'd been. She was different now, with this strange magic simmering inside her, twisting her mind with pain and power.
\par The sun was setting, turning the hills to shadowy outlines, as Elizabet drove into the driveway of her house. In the house, she went to the guest bedroom and sprawled out on the bed. In the other room, she could hear 
Elizabet dialing the telephone, talking to someone about Liane. Elizabet walked in the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to Kayla, watching her thoughtfully. \'93Want to talk about it?\'94 she asked at last.
\par Kayla clenched the blanket in her fingers. \'93I hate this,\'94 she said. \'93I feel sick all the time, and people keep calling me `witch' and worse, and I wish it would all go away.\'94
\par \'93You know it won't.\'94 Elizabet shook her head. \'93No, all you can do now is learn how to live with this.\'94 She glanced at her watch. \'93I 
need to head off to work shortly, Kayla. You're welcome to go through my library while I'm gone, or watch tapes on the VCR. I'd suggest you call it an early night, though; you do still look \-
exhausted from everything that happened last night. Is there anything you might need?\'94
\par \'93More milk,\'94 Kayla said promptly. \'93I finished \-almost all of it this morning.\'94
\par Elizabet smiled. \'93I'd better make a complete shopping run on my way home\emdash you seem to be working hard to clean out my refrigerator.\'94
\par \'93I\emdash I can eat less,\'94 Kayla said, suddenly alarmed. }{\i\f29 I don't want her to send me to Juvie!}{\f29 
\par The woman laughed. \'93No, that's not a problem. I guess I'll see you in the morning, child.\'94
\par \'93Good night,\'94 Kayla said awkwardly, watching as Elizabet gathered up her blazer and briefcase and wa
lked out to her car. She stood at the open door for a few minutes after Elizabet's car disappeared down the hill, then closed the front door and turned back to look at the room. }{\i\f29 She must really trust me, to leave me here all alone.
\par If I really wanted to, I could clean this place out before she gets back, be back in Hollywood in another two hours.}{\f29 
\par Back in Suite 230, eating canned chili and stolen sodas, just her alone now, unless she could find Liane somehow. No Billy to take care of them, keep the slimeballs like Nick away . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 No. I don't want to do that.}{\f29 
\par She wandered to the bookshelf and took down an old hardcover book, something about dragons. In the guest bedroom, she made a small nest of pillows and blankets and curled up inside, opening to the first page of the book.
\par 
\par \'93Carlos, she's leaving. Without the girl.\'94
\par Carlos sat up and stretched, looking out the car window. The black woman drove past in her convertible, obviously alone. \'93Good. Go tell the others, Ramon. We're going up to the house.\'94
\par 
\par Kayla looked up from the book, hearing the sound of breaking wood. There was a sudden crash from the hallway; she was off the bed and through the door a half\_second later. The first thing she saw was one of the glass dolphins, \-
lying shattered on the floor. The fact that she was surrounded by a group of young men, all wearing jeans, plaid shirts, and bandannas, registered a split\_second later.
\par \'93What's going on here?\'94 she asked, and then she saw the switchblade in one man's hand. Kayla couldn't hear anything beyond the pounding of her own blood.
\par The man holding the knife smiled at her. He was very handsome, Kayla thought as he moved toward her. A dark\_haired, dark\_eyed Hispanic man, maybe twenty years old, very handsome and completely terrifying. \'93This is the girl, the }{\i\f29 bruja,}{\f29 
\'94}{\i\f29  }{\f29 he said to the others, gazing into her eyes.}{\i\f29 
\par Kayla backed up toward the window, into the arms of one of the other young men. She twisted to look at him, the youngest of all of the strange men. He held her by the shoulders, but she could feel the nervousness in him, the tension in his hands.
\par \'93How do you know that she's for real?\'94 one of the other young men asked.
\par \'93I'll prove it to you, Ramie,\'94 the handsome man said, standing very close to Kayla. The knife glittered in his hand; she watched
 that hand, afraid to breathe. There was a strange small smile on his face. Then he lowered his hand, and Kayla breathed a sigh of relief.
\par The pain hit her an instant later, a shock that took her breath away. She thought she heard someone shout, but she wasn't certain\emdash 
everything was happening too fast. She saw the man pull the switchblade free, wiping the blood off on his jeans, and then she was falling, the world going white around her, everything blurry and very bright.
\par \'93Madre de Dios,}{\f29  Carlos, you didn't have to do that!\'94 someone said from above her.
\par \'93She'll heal herself,\'94 the handsome man said, and she could hear the laughter behind his voice. \'93Or she won't, in which case she doesn't matter to us.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Bastard,}{\f29  she thought, the wooden floor rough against her cheek. The pain was falling on her in waves, each wave higher than the last. Kayla closed her eyes, feeling the warm blood against her skin, and wondered what dying would be like.

\par Through her closed eyes, she saw the light brightening. Her hands, and then 
her entire body, now felt like they were on fire, burning from within. She opened her eyes to see all of the men staring at her, at the patterns of blue light that coursed over her body.
\par She caught at the light in her hands, holding it against her middle, aiming it at the pain. The light poured into the emptiness of the knife wound, drawing out the pain and closing it back up again. A moment later the light was gone, \-
except for a few bright sparks that flickered over her hands before finally fading away to nothingness.
\par Everyone was still staring at her.
\par The man they'd called Carlos knelt beside her. She tried to pull away, but was too weak and \-exhausted to move. He lifted her shirt, looking for the knife wound. A moment later he stood up, a satisfied look on his face.
\par \'93Ramon, carry her to the car,\'94 he directed. The youngest man nodded, easily lifting her up and moving toward the door. Kayla tried to pull free, struggling weakly. }{\i\f29 No, this can't be happening to me!}{\f29 
\par Kayla's last glimpse was of the shards of the broken glass dolphin on the floor, as the door closed behind them.
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Four
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 
Elizabet turned on the Volkswagen's radio, listening to the light jazz that was playing on KWAV. The traffic wasn't bad at all, as she headed down Laurel Canyon into Hollywood. At 9 }{\scaps\f29 A.M.}{\f29 
 on a weekday morning, it would've been another story, with cars backed up all the way to Van Nuys. But now, it was quiet enough that Elizabet could let her mind drift as she drove down the narrow, winding road.
\par }{\i\f29 Kayla.}{\f29  She was still uncertain
 about the girl, very uncertain whether she'd still be at the house when Elizabet returned after work. It wouldn't surprise her to find that the child had left and taken all the valuables she could carry. She hoped the girl had better sense than that; Kay
la was a danger to herself and everyone around her right now, with that bright pool of magic simmering inside her. Serious magic, more than Elizabet had ever seen in one person \-before, and of course the child had no idea how to use or control it. . . . 

\par Thinking about Kayla's magic, it was several seconds before she noticed the sensation of power in the hills behind her, a magical flare that was suddenly too bright to ignore.
\par \'93KAYLA!\'94
\par The girl was doing something with her magic, Elizabet couldn't quite tell what. In half a second, she made a snap decision and yanked the steering wheel hard, the Volkswagen skidding in a sharp 180\_
degree spin. Car horns blared, and she thought she could hear someone shouting at her, as she floored the accelerator and drove at top speed back toward her house.
\par She could feel the rising levels of power and a sense of desperation. }{\i\f29 Something's wrong . . . something's very wrong. . . . }{\f29  Elizabet hit the brakes as she came up behind a large truck, moving slowly up the road. She wanted
 to scream in frustration, but instead watched carefully for a break in the traffic on the other side of the road and made a quick \-illegal crossover of the double yellow line to get ahead of the truck. But that had wasted valuable seconds, and \-
already she could feel the magical power fading, dying away. . . . 
\par 
\par They shoved her into the back seat of one of their cars. She lay on the seat, trying to catch her breath and pull free from the dizziness that made it impossible for her to think straight, let alon
e run or fight. To make things worse, her head was pounding again, the same awful headache.
\par When she could sit up, they were already driving over the top of the crest of Laurel Canyon. In the last moments of fading sunlight, the lights of the San Fernando 
Valley were flickering into life, like a million bright jewels scattered over the valley and surrounding hills. She leaned her head against the window, wincing every time the car bounced over one of the many potholes in the road.
\par \'93Are you all right?\'94 a soft Chicano\_accented voice asked, startling her enough that she opened her eyes. \'93Are you still in pain?\'94
\par It was the young man now driving the car. In her dizziness and pain, she hadn't noticed who was in the vehicle with her. She shook her head, not wanting
 to answer. The young man spoke again, saying something in Spanish to the man in the front seat next to him. They talked for a few minutes in that musical language, then it was silent in the car again.
\par They drove down from the last hill, into the flat urban maze of the San Fernando Valley. Kayla thought about leaping out of the car and making a run for it as the Chevy paused at a stop light, then thought better of it. }{\i\f29 
I don't think I can walk real well right now, let alone outrun these guys. I'll have to wait, find a better opportunity to run like hell. . . . 
\par God, why are they doing this? Kidnaping me. I can't believe this nightmare is really happening to me, I can't believe it. . . . }{\f29 
\par The young man park
ed the car in front of an old apartment building, on a quiet street with young children playing among the dead cars and garbage cans. The other man had to pull her from the car; her legs didn't seem to be working right yet, and she would've fallen but for
 his hands holding her up. Leaning on his arm, she managed to stay on her feet. The two men walked her into the apartment building and up three flights of stairs.
\par Kayla was certain she was going to die by the time they reached the top of the stairs; her \-insides felt like they were on fire, every movement ripping pain through her. The young man unlocked the door of an apartment and helped her walk through.
\par Inside, the living room was sparsely furnished with an old sofa and kitchen table, rock star posters on the walls, a television on a low table across the room. Someone had left a radio on, playing Spanish pop songs.
\par Down a short hallway was a bedroom. The men let her fall onto the large bed in the corner of the room. She just lay there for a few minutes ami
d the rumpled sheets and blankets, remembering what it felt like to breathe without pain. Several minutes later, she felt like she could sit up again without \-dying. She still felt awful, but at least it wasn't as bad as it had been.
\par The young man was standing at the doorway, watching her. }{\i\f29 Why did they bring me here, what do they want with me?}{\f29  She stared at her feet, not speaking, then glanced up at him.
\par He was still standing there, just looking at her. He wasn't as handsome as the older guy, who was breathtaking in a Hollywood star kind of way, like a twenty\_year\_old Richard Gere with wavy black hair. }{\i\f29 And a real bastard, too.}{\f29 
 This younger guy's black hair was very curly, looking like he'd never really succeeded in combing it down. His dark eyes were thoughtful when he spoke. \'93Rest now, }{\i\f29 querida.}{\f29  Carlos and the others will be here soon.\'94
\par He started for the door, then stopped. Walking across the room, he unplugged the telephone on the wooden dresser and took it with him, closing the door behind him. Kayla lay back on the bed, thinking: }{\i\f29 
I don't want to rest. I want to get the hell out of here. . . . }{\f29  Her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep to the sound of the Spanish music playing from the other room.
\par 
\par The Volkswagen's brakes squealed as Elizabet pulled up in the driveway. She was out of the car a split\_second later, heading for the front door.
\par The door was slightly ajar, and Elizabet saw the ripped wood where someone had forced the lock and felt a chill run through her. Very quietly, she slowly pushed the door open.
\par She listened, hearing nothing but the faint sound of traffic from down the hill, and stepped into the room. The first thing she saw was the broken glass sculpture on the floor. She skirted it carefully, looking around the living room.
\par There was no sign of Kayla.
\par She walked to the open guest bedroom door and saw the pile of pillows and blankets, and the abandoned book. She turned back to the living room and saw the blood on the floor near the window.
\par Fighting the impulse to panic, Elizabet knelt be
side the pool of wet blood. Someone had been badly hurt here, or possibly died; she tried to hold back the terror, forcing herself to concentrate. She held her hands out over the blood staining the wooden floor and closed her eyes.
\par Another person's emotion
s flickered through her mind, flashes of pain and terror. Kayla, lying here on the floor, her life bleeding away. Then the bright fire of magic and more terror. Images of faces, a darkly handsome man in his twenties, and being lifted, carried away somewhe
re.
\par }{\i\f29 She's survived it,}{\f29  Elizabet thought with a wave of relief. }{\i\f29 Whatever they did to her, she survived it. And then they\emdash whoever \'93they\'94 are\emdash they took her away.}{\f29 
\par She straightened and crossed to the phone, \-dialing with shaking hands. \'93Detective Cable, please.\'94 She waited for an endless several seconds, until she heard the police officer's voice answer on the other end of the connection. \'93
Nichelle, this is Elizabet. Someone's kidnaped Kayla. I don't know exactly what's happened but she's gone. . . .\'94
\par 
\par }{\i\f29 She was st
anding in a park with Elizabet, in a meadow bright with early morning sunlight and colorfully costumed people. All of the people were strange, wearing glistening metal armor and odd clothing. And there was something else about them, something she knew but
 couldn't quite remember, about who they were and what they were doing here. It was something important, she knew that, she just couldn't remember exactly what it was. . . . 
\par A group of musicians were standing together on the damp grass, playing strange melodies. It was a kind of music she'd never heard before, wild and haunting.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 Elizabet was with her, which meant that everything was all right, she was supposed to be here.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 :Of course we're supposed to be here,:}{\f29  Elizabet said silently. }{\i\f29 :It's what the An Caillach Beara told us, that we needed to be here. That we needed to meet these people at the Whoopie Donuts shop at precisely 7:15 }{\i\scaps\f29 
A.M.}{\i\f29  That if we weren't here, something awful was going to happen to all of Los Angeles. That it might happen anyhow, but if we were here, there was a better chance that it wouldn't.:}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 :Why can't people read the future as something more concrete than a lot of \'93What ifs?\'94:}{\f29  Kayla asked. }{\i\f29 :I mean, you'd think that the ogress would be able to read the future like the}{\f29  Sunday L.A. Times }{\i\f29 spo
rts page, wouldn't you? I hate all that mystical bullshit.:}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 \'93Shhh, child,\'94 Elizabet said aloud. \'93They're starting now.\'94}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 Something really strange was happening, that was for sure. She could feel it, the gathering of power like a rising wind, a hurricane building from a \-deceptive calm\emdash and the long\_
haired guy with the flute, he was the center of all of it, silently calling}{\f29  }{\i\f29 the forces of nature to this spot. She could see it reaching from him, touching all the magic around them and drawing it in, creating some
thing from nothingness, a focus point of simmering magic. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Carlos, I don't want her here!\'94
\par The loud female voice broke through Kayla's dream, startling her awake. She opened her eyes sleepily to see two people standing in the doorway. One was a youn
g woman with long dark hair and full red lips accented by bright lipstick. Those lips pouted as she looked at Kayla. The other was the handsome guy, Carlos. }{\i\f29 The guy who tried to kill me}{\f29 , she remembered.
\par The young man spoke in a placating tone, but Kayla could hear the steel underneath it. \'93Roberta, }{\i\f29 querida,}{\f29  she has to stay somewhere. It's only for a few days, until we find a permanent place for her.\'94
\par \'93But there's no room for her! You have to take her somewhere else. . . .\'94
\par They were ignoring her. They were standing right in front of her, arguing, and it was like she wasn't there at all. Kayla's initial terror gave way to anger. \'93Look, I don't know who you are, but\emdash \'94 she began.
\par Both the man and the woman continued to \-ignore her completely. \'93Roberta,\'94 Carlos said, \'93No more arguing about this, please. She stays here for tonight, and that's final. I'll try to find another place for her tomorrow.\'94
 The man glanced at Kayla for the first time. \'93If you're hungry, Luisa is cooking dinner for everyone.\'94
\par The two walked away, the woman still trying to argue. Kayla looked out the window, wondering whether she ought to jump. }{\i\f29 Better to wait until I can get out of here without risking breaking my neck,}{\f29  she thought, and rea
lized with a start that she }{\i\f29 was}{\f29  hungry. And her head wasn't hurting anymore, though her gut still ached\emdash 
a faint reminder of the knife wound. What she did feel was exhausted, with every muscle in her body aching like someone had pounded on her for several h
ours with a brick. And hungry. Very hungry. The smell of hot food wafted through the open door, enough to make her want to \-
ignore her fear of these people, and whatever it was that they were going to do with her, enough to brave the world outside the bedroom.
\par She stood up a little unsteadily, then walked out to the living room, now overflowing with men and women and loud rock music. Most of them were helping themselves to the plates of food laid out on the counter, while a couple of the younger kids sat pl
aying video games in front of the television. She felt like a stranger at a wedding, surrounded by people she didn't know, in a place she didn't want to be. Most of them seemed to be ignoring her, too\emdash 
maybe she could just go to the door and walk right out 
of this place? She glanced at the door, where a big man in a plaid shirt and green bandanna, dressed like so many of the other guys, was standing guard. He met her gaze squarely. No, she wasn't going to be able to walk past that guy, at least, not very ea
sily. . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 But I'm tough, I can handle this. These guys won't see me cry, that's for sure. I've been in bad situations before, like a couple of those awful foster homes. And I survived on the street just fine; no bastards made me cry then. So now these cr
azy people have kidnaped me, I don't know why. But I'll survive it. I'll get out of this, they'll see.}{\f29 
\par \'93Are you hungry?\'94 a voice asked from beside her.
\par She turned to see the young man, the driver who had brought her to this awful place. She looked down at her sneakers and nodded.
\par \'93I'll get you some dinner.\'94 He elbowed his way past a couple of the others and quickly filled a plate with a large burrito and several tamales. Some of the people were looking at her strangely; the young man said something fast in 
Spanish. Kayla caught the word \'93brooha\'94 mixed in with other words too fast and foreign to understand.
\par \'93Here.\'94 He handed the plate to her. \'93Do you want a soda? Maybe a beer?\'94 He tilted his head to look at her, and a grin flashed across his face, like a burst of sunlight from behind a cloud. \'93You }{\i\f29 can}{\f29  talk, can't you?\'94

\par \'93I can talk,\'94 she said, not looking up at him.
\par \'93How old are you, }{\i\f29 querida?\'94}{\f29 
\par \'93Fifteen,\'94 she said, surprised by the question.
\par \'93I'm seventeen,\'94 he said. \'93I didn't think Carlos' }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29  would be so young.\'94
\par \'93What\emdash what's a brooha?\'94 she asked.
\par He smiled. \'93A witch, a magician. Someone who can do what you did tonight.\'94 He shook his head, as though he still couldn't believe what he'd seen. \'93I never dreamed that could be possible, until I saw the magic in your
 hands. Carlos was right, we need you here.\'94 He gestured at her with the glass in his hand. \'93So, what do you want to drink?\'94
\par \'93Soda's fine, thanks,\'94 Kayla whispered, glancing at the door. Everyone seemed to be ignoring her \-except this kid and the guy at th
e door; maybe she could take a seat by the door and just slip out when the door guard was getting his dinner or something. It would take her a while to steal some money for bus fare, but eventually she'd be back at Elizabet's. . . . 
\par \'93Who's this, Ramon, your new girlfriend?\'94 a short boy with greased black hair asked.
\par To Kayla's surprise, the young man blushed. \'93No, Carlos found her\emdash she's the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29  he was talking about. Her name is . . .\'94 He stopped and looked at her, smiling a little. \'93I'm afraid I don't know your name, }{\i\f29 
querida.}{\f29 \'94
\par \'93Kayla,\'94 she said. \'93Kayla Smith.\'94
\par \'93Ah. A pretty name, Kayla. I'm Ramon Hernandez. That's Carlos over there, my brother. Roberta's his girlfriend, she and her sister Luisa live here, and two of their cousins . . .\'94 He continued on a mind\_
numbing list of names, rattling off information about everyone in the apartment. She bit into one of the tamales and pretended to listen, keeping an eye on the front door. Maybe later she'd have a chance. . . . 
\par The tamale was hot, spicy, and very oil
y. Kayla took one bite and decided she wasn't that hungry after all and set the plate down on the closest table. The young man watched her with an odd expression in his eyes. He seemed about to say something, then turned away to talk in rapid\_
fire Spanish with one of the other men.
\par \'93Roberta, please, I don't want to argue this anymore. . . .\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Don't those two ever stop?}{\f29  Kayla wondered, as Carlos and Roberta's argument increased in volume to the point where she could hear it over the other conversation in the 
room. The two of them were walking toward her. Kayla looked around quickly for a place to hide.
\par \'93Just let her stay here a few days, and I promise I'll do anything you want, buy you some new clothes, jewelry, whatever.\'94 They stopped in front of Kayla, who felt all the eyes in the room moving to her.
\par Roberta gave Kayla a long, hate\_filled look, then suddenly smiled. Kayla decided instantly that she didn't like that smile at all.
\par \'93I want her earrings,\'94 Roberta said.
\par Kayla stared at her in shock. She had to be kidding\emdash the earrings were hers, Elizabet had bought them for her just a few hours ago. It wasn't like they were expensive, or even unusual. And they were }{\i\f29 hers.}{\f29  \'93
'Berta, you have lots of jewelry; I buy you more all the time. . . .\'94 Carlos said.
\par \'93I want her earrings, Carlos,\'94 the woman \-insisted.
\par Carlos glanced at Kayla. \'93Take off your earrings, girl,\'94 he said.
\par Anger overrode the terror that had haunted her since these people had forced their way into Elizabet's house, stabbed her, and then carried her off like a piece of meat. \'93Like hell, you bastard!\'94
\par The man's hand clamped down painfully on her arm. \'93Take off the earrings. Now.\'94
\par Kayla started to protest and then saw the look in his eyes. It reminded her of the look he'd had at Elizabet's house, the same tiny smile that had been on his face . . . just before he tried to kill her. It was a smile that said that he was \-
enjoying this, and whatever was going to happen next.
\par Her hands shaking, Kayla removed the silver earrings. She held them in her hand for a \-moment, then tossed them onto the floor. They rattled on the worn linoleum. \'93Here, take 'em, they're yours,\'94 she said tightly.
\par Carlos' eyes narrowed even more dangerously. \'93Pick them up and give them to Roberta.\'94
\par \'93The little bitch can pick them up herself\emdash \'94
\par \'93Pick them up and give them to Roberta,\'94 he said in a voice like ice.
\par Kayla knelt and picked up the silver loops, handing them to Roberta. With all the dignity she could muster, she walked down the hall to the bedroom.
\par She sprawled facedown on the bed, trying not to cry. She couldn't stop the first few tears and angrily wiped them away. }{\i\f29 
I don't know what's going on here, I don't know what they're going to do with me, but I'll be damned before I let them see me cry!}{\f29 
\par \'93Kayla?\'94
\par She rolled over to see Ramon at the doorway. \'93What do you want? I don't have any more jewelry to give away, sorry . . . how 'bout my sneakers? They're new too, Elizabet just bought them for me. . . .\'94
 She saw that he was holding the plate that she'd left on the living room table. \'93Go away, I'm not hungry.\'94
\par He sat down at the end of the bed, setting the plate down next to her; Kayla edged back, closer to the wall. \'93I know it's difficult for you,\'94 he said awkwardly. \'93I know you don't want to be here. But you'll see, it'll get bette
r. You'll be happy here, one of the homegirls. You have to understand, it's hard for Carlos and the rest of us, too. We're not used to anything like this, bringing someone like you here to our }{\i\f29 barrio}{\f29 . . . .\'94
\par \'93You mean, you don't go around kidnaping people all the time?\'94
\par He smiled. \'93No, not usually. Though there is a great family tradition of kidnaping our brides . . . of  course Carlos is so handsome, he'd never have to do that. The women just fall at his feet, all the time.\'94
 He looked down at his hands, clenched in his lap, then back up at her with those dark eyes. \'93We need you, }{\i\f29 querida.}{\f29 
 We need you to help us with your magic. Carlos should have told you why we need you, then you'd understand. It's a matter of life and death for us: if we lose, they'll kill us all. That's why we brought you here.\'94
\par \'93Carlos should have told me this, instead of trying to kill me! He stabbed me, remember? I could've died!\'94 Kayla's gut twisted, remembering. It still ached where the knife wound had been, a dull counterpoint to the exhaustion and secret terrors.

\par She saw the troubled look in his eyes before he hid it behind a smile. \'93But you healed yourself, didn't you? Carlos just wanted to prove that you could do it. You're fine now, it didn't do any real harm to you . . .\'94
\par \'93What if he'd been wrong? What if he'd picked the wrong house, stabbed the wrong kid?\'94
\par \'93But that didn't happen.\'94 Ramon shook his head. \'93It all worked out fine.\'94
\par \'93Listen, please, I just want to go home, all I want to do is go home . . . can't you let me go?\'94 She felt the tears threatening again, and bit her lip to hold them back. }{\i\f29 I just want to be gone, be out of here, go back to Elizabet's. . . . }
{\f29 
\par \'93What, you don't want to be here with all of these handsome homeboys? Like me, Ramon, the handsomest of them all?\'94 He brushed back his hair with one hand, giving her his most \-appealing look. In spite of herself, Kayla smiled.
\par \'93It'll be all right, }{\i\f29 querida,}{\f29 \'94 Ramon said reassuringly. \'93You'll see, everything will be all right.\'94 He picked up the plate of food and held it out to her. Reluctantly, she took it from him. \'93
Eat some dinner, you'll feel better,\'94 he said. \'93Maybe tomorrow Carlos will let me take you out into }{\i\f29 mi barrio}{\f29 , show you our home. And I'll explain why we need you here.\'94
\par He left the room, and Kayla lay staring at the ceiling for a long time. Her thoughts were moving too fast, racing through her mind, all the words blurring together.
\par They were going to keep her here, maybe forever. That thought hurt more than everything else. They'd keep her a prisoner here for the rest of her life, if they thought they could get away with it.
\par She crossed to the door and listened. It was \-silent in the hallway beyond. Maybe everyone had left the apartment, and she could just sneak out, get to a telephone and call Elizabet. . . . 
\par Quietly, she opened the door. A man she didn't recognize was seated on a folding chair by the bedroom door. He watched her silently as she walked to the bathroom. Inside, she checked the window. It was the same 
situation as the bedroom, no way to climb down and too far to jump. She splashed some cold water on her face and walked past him again into the bedroom.
\par With the door carefully closed against the watchful eyes of the man in the hallway, she lay down on the bed and wondered how in the hell she was \-going to get herself out of this situation.
\par }{\i\f29 I want to go back to Elizabet's,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 I want to go home, I want to go home . . . }{\f29  
\par }{\i\f29 :Kayla, can you hear me? Kayla, child, where are you?:}{\f29 
\par She sat upright in bed. \'93Elizabet?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 :Where are you? Tell me where you are . . . :}{\f29 
\par The words tumbled from her, she didn't care if anyone outside the bedroom could hear. \'93Elizabet, they've locked me up in an apartment, I'm somewhere in the Valley, please, you have to get me out of here!\'94
\par }{\i\f29 :Kayla, where are you? Can you hear me?:}{\f29 
\par \'93Yes, I can! Please, Elizabet, they're going to keep me here forever, you have to help me! I can't get out, they won't let me leave, I'm locked in here\emdash \'94
\par }{\i\f29 :Kayla, can you hear me? Kayla . . . :}{\f29 
\par Elizabet's voice was fainter now, moving further away.
\par \'93No! Elizabet, I'm here, please, help me! Don't go, don't leave me here! Elizabet!\'94
\par }{\i\f29 :Kayla, where are you\emdash :}{\f29 
\par Elizabet's voice faded to silence, too distant to hear. Kayla curled up on the bed, one fist pressed against her mouth to keep her from sobbing out loud. \'93Elizabet, please, don't leave me here, please . . .\'94
\par The bedroom door opened, her impassive guard looking at her silently before closing the door again. She thought about trying to get past him and \-escape, maybe hit him with something and make a break for the door.
\par }{\i\f29 The first step,}{\f29  she thought, }{\i\f29 is to get organized. Make a plan.}{\f29  She angrily brushed the tears out of her eyes and began exploring the bedroom, opening every drawer in the dres
ser to look for anything useful. The top drawer was filled with pretty lingerie, all lace and silk. Beneath that were two drawers with jeans and folded blouses. Nothing useful.
\par The fourth drawer wasn't much better. It mostly held women's shoes: one pair of
 fancy heels and a couple pairs of cheap woven leather shoes. The jackpot was inside one of the shoe boxes: no shoes, just a small mirror, several razor blades, and a small bag of white powder. Kayla carefully picked up one of the razor blades, \-
replacing everything else exactly the way it had been.
\par }{\i\f29 It's not much, but now I have a weapon,}{\f29  she thought, hiding it under the mattress of the bed. She checked the closet next, riffling through the dresses on plastic hangers and several cardboard boxes. She was hop
ing to find some extra bedsheets, envisioning herself tying sheets together to climb down from the window like a movie heroine. But the boxes only had some towels and notebooks written in Spanish inside. The sheets that were already on the bed wouldn't ge
t her very far, though maybe if she ripped them into strips and braided a rope out of that . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow.}{\f29  She was tired, even after taking the nap earlier. Too tired to deal with anything right now. All of this craziness, and getting hurt, it felt like it had taken something \-
major out of her. Kayla took the plainest nightgown she could find out of the dresser and changed out of her clothes. 
\par In the bed, she tried to imagine a handsome hero arriving to rescue her\emdash some handsome, blond guy with a flashy smile and lots of dimples. Wasn't that what all fairy\_
tale heroes were supposed to look like? And a white horse, he needed a white horse. He'd show up below her tower window\emdash in this case, a third story apartment window\emdash and climb up to rescue her. That's the way the stories always worked.
\par }{\i\f29 This time, I think I'll have to rescue myself}{\f29 .
\par }{\i\f29 I'll do it,}{\f29  she thought, drifting off to sleep again. }{\i\f29 I'm tougher and smarter than they are. I'll figure a way out of this. They won't keep me here forever, no way. . . . 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \page Chapter Five
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93Carlos, she's wearing one of my nightgowns!\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Oh God,}{\f29  Kayla thought, burying her face in the pillows. }{\i\f29 It's the Dragon Lady again.}{\f29  It was too late to pretend to be asleep, and besides, no one could sleep with that lady's shrill vo
ice screaming in their ear. She sat up, pulling the covers more tightly around her.
\par Roberta was still going on about the }{\i\f29 puta}{\f29  who was wearing her clothes, with Carlos standing there taking it all in. She wondered why he put up with her. Sure, the woman was pretty, but that voice!
\par \'93Why are you wearing her nightgown, girl?\'94 Carlos asked mildly, as Roberta paused to inhale between sentences.
\par \'93Because I don't have anything of my own!\'94 Kayla said furiously. \'93And what I've got is covered with blood!\'94 It was true; her jeans, draped over a chair, looked like someone had painted them with blood. }{\i\f29 Her}{\f29  blood.
\par \'93Ramon!\'94 Carlos called through the open bedroom door. The younger man appeared a few seconds later. He was wearing a black leather jacket over yet another plaid shirt, which Kayla thought looked rather good on him.
\par \'93I want you to take the girl to buy some clothes,\'94 Carlos continued, taking a large wad of money from his pocket and peeling off several bills. \'93Get her anything she needs. Roberta, we can't let her go ou
t wearing her own clothes now, there's too much blood on them. The }{\i\f29 polic\'eda}{\f29  might see her, then there'd be trouble. Let her wear something of yours just for today, all right?\'94
\par Roberta gave Kayla a sullen look and said something fast in Spanish. From the expression on her face, Kayla decided she was glad she didn't understand that particular phrase. Carlos gave her a very sharp look, and Roberta visibly flinched. \'93
She can wear my clothes to go shopping,\'94 she said in a flat voice.
\par Carlos handed Ramon a handful of bills. \-Ramon looked at the money, then at his brother. \'93I don't know, Carlos, she doesn't have any clothes at all, and this isn't very much money. . . .\'94
 Ramon gave Kayla a wink. Carlos hesitated, then fished in his pocket for more money. Kayla blinked as Carlos gave Ramon several hundred\_dollar bills. \'93Just try to bring back some change, heh?\'94 Carlos grumbled. \'93I hope you're worth it, girl,\'94
 he said, giving a direct look.
\par \'93Well, you could just let me leave, then I wouldn't cost you anything at all,\'94 she retorted.<T>
\par He laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. \'93I think I'll like having you around, after a few weeks of getting used to it,\'94 he said, then glanced at Roberta's sour face. \'93Maybe it'll take longer than a few weeks,\'94 he added morosely. Carlo
s walked \-toward the door. \'93Get dressed now, and Ramon will take you shopping. Make him buy you a hamburger or something, too. He said you didn't eat any dinner last night.\'94
\par Kayla watched silently as the three left the room. It didn't make any sense. Were Carlos and Ramon trying to be . . . nice? . . . to her? Kidnapers weren't supposed to be }{\i\f29 nice}{\f29 
 to the people they kidnaped. They were supposed to treat them awfully, threatening to kill them, maybe starving them or keeping them tied up. At least, that's the way it was in the movies.
\par What they }{\i\f29 never}{\f29  did was offer to take you out for shopping and a hamburger.
\par It just didn't make sense.
\par She turned to the closet and dresser and thought about which of Roberta's clothes she was going to borrow for the day. The best, she \-
decided. She found a lovely matching black skirt and blouse, decorated with red ribbons. It looked a little odd with her sneakers, but Roberta's shoes didn't fit her feet\emdash they were too small. She found a hairbrush on the dresser and brushed her hai
r until it crackled against her fingers.
\par Ramon was waiting for her in the living room. There was no sign of Carlos or Roberta, which Kayla thought was unfortunate, since she really wanted to see the look on Roberta's face when she saw Kayla wearing her nicest clothes. Two dark\_
haired young women were in the kitchen, talking to each other in Spanish.
\par \'93You look very pretty, }{\i\f29 querida,\'94}{\f29  Ramon said, opening the front door for her.
\par \'93Thanks, I guess,\'94 she said, as they walked down the stairs. Two of the young men she recognized from last night were waiting for them, leaning against a car. \'93Don't you guys wear anything but plaid shirts?\'94 she asked.
\par Ramon laughed and said something in Spanish to the two men. They smiled at her. Kayla smiled back, but wished she knew why they thought what she'd said was funny.
\par She climbed into the back seat of the car next to Ramon and sat silently as they drove away from the apartment building. She looked out the window, trying to memorize the route in case she had a chance to run away
 later. A few minutes later, they parked in a lot on Van Nuys Boulevard. The street was already busy, with slow\_moving cars driving past the stores and the Van Nuys courthouse and police station.
\par }{\i\f29 The police station!}{\f29 
\par Kayla glanced longingly down the street at the large white building, wondering if she ought to take a chance and run for it now. If she could just get close enough to call for help . . . 
\par Ramon took her arm, leading her down the street. The two other guys walked beside them. The taller of the two hitched up his jacket, and Kayla glimpsed a small handgun tucked into the back of his jeans.
\par \'93Ramon, he's\emdash \'94
\par \'93Shhh, Kayla, I know.\'94 Ramon glanced around nervously. \'93Jose is just being careful,\'94 he said. \'93We've had some trouble here lately; we have to be very careful now.\'94
\par They walked past one of those inexpensive haircutting shops, and Kayla saw a glimpse of herself in the store window, the long curly brown hair falling over her shoulders and into her eyes. She caught Ramon's hand. \'93Can I get a haircut?\'94
\par He looked at her curiously. \'93But your hair is very pretty. Why do you want to cut it?\'94
\par \'93Come on, Carlos gave you lots of bucks. Can't I get a haircut, too?\'94
\par She walked into the store, before he could say no, and up to the counter.
\par \'93So, what would you like? A trim?\'94 The blond young woman behind the counter looked very bored.
\par \'93Shampoo and haircut,\'94 Kayla said, as Ramon and the two guys joined her at the counter. The blonde took her back to the sinks where she scrubbed Kayla's hair with some strange fruit\_scented shampoo, then sat her down in one of the barber's chairs.

\par \'93How much do you want me to take off?\'94
\par Kayla thought about it for a moment. \'93How 'bout everything?\'94 she asked.
\par \'93What?\'94
\par \'93I want it real short. Like, a couple inches in the front, kinda shaved along the sides. All punked out. You know, something really different.\'94
\par \'93Hey, it's your life, sweetheart,\'94 the blonde said, and started cutting. Ramon and their two silent \-escorts sat down by the door to wait. Twenty minutes later, after a long one\_sided conv
ersation in which the woman talked about her ambition to work as a hairdresser for an undertaker, because the money was good and the clients never complained about her work, the haircut was finished. Kayla looked at herself in the mirror and grinned.

\par \'93I don't like it,\'94 Ramon said as he paid the woman and they left the shop. \'93Too short. A woman should have long hair.\'94
\par \'93Well, }{\i\f29 this}{\f29  one doesn't,\'94 Kayla said, feeling better than she had since this entire awful experience had started. }{\i\f29 I look like Annie Lennox now,}{\f29  she thought with glee. }{\i\f29 
Except that she's blond. Well, maybe I can try that next.}{\f29  \'93How 'bout a pair of leather pants?\'94 she asked Ramon as they walked past a store with mannequins in skintight black and red leather in the window. \'93It would look great with 
my haircut.\'94
\par \'93Absolutely not,\'94 Ramon said in a tone that didn't allow room for arguing.
\par \'93Oh, you're no fun,\'94 she said, still looking at the clothing in the window. A heavy weight landed on her shoulders, and she saw that \-Ramon had draped his black leather jacket over her. \'93What?\'94
\par \'93For you, }{\i\f29 vida mia,}{\f29  since you want some leather clothes.\'94 As Kayla stared at the jacket in shock, \-Ramon turned away quickly and started walking down the street.
\par Jose said something in Spanish, and the other man laughed. Kayla followed Ramon down the street, wishing the men had spoken in English so she could understand them.
\par }{\i\f29 Then again, maybe I'm better off not knowing what these guys are saying about me. . . . }{\f29 
\par She caught up with Ramon in front of a \-department store. \'93Hey, take your jacket back, I don't want it!\'94
\par \'93You don't?\'94 He looked at her, surprised. \'93But I thought you wanted a leather jacket.\'94
\par \'93Yes, but . . . but I can't accept this from you!\'94 She held it out to him.
\par \'93Why not?\'94
\par \'93Because . . .\'94 She found herself blushing, and willed herself to stop. \'93Because I don't know what you want in exchange for it.\'94
\par He stared at her blankly, then grinned. \'93Oh, I see. No, not to worry . . . you're too young for me. I like older women, like Roberta. The jacket is a gift, nothing more. Like the rest of the clothes we'll buy for you today.\'94
 He pointed at a pretty white blouse in the window. \'93Would you like one of those, Kayla? It would look very nice on you, I think.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, sure,\'94 she said, feeling strangely shy. \'93Thanks for the jacket, Ramon.\'94
\par He smiled, not looking at her. \'93I'm glad you like it. Come on, we need to buy you some more clothes.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 All I seem to be doing this week is nearly getting killed and buying clothes,}{\f29  Kayla thought as she looked through the
 racks of women's clothes in the store. Jose took up a position by the door, glancing out at the street every few seconds, as Ramon and the other man\emdash Fernando, his name was\emdash 
took clothes down from the racks and shelves and held them out for Kayla to inspect.
\par Ramon was weighted down with an armful of clothing by the time they were finished and ready to pay for it all. Kayla stood looking at a display of earrings by the cash register as they waited for the clerk to tally up their purchases. Now she was wearing
 a pair of new jeans, a skin\_tight black shirt sewn with silvery threads, and the leather jacket.
\par \'93You should buy some new earrings,\'94 Ramon said, watching her look at the earrings.
\par Kayla contemplated her reflection in a small mirror. \'93No, I don't think so.\'94 She picked up two metal safety pins from the shop counter, and fastened them in her ears. \'93There. That looks better with the leather jacket, I think.\'94
\par \'93Carlos won't like it,\'94 Ramon said definitively.
\par \'93Well, that's another great reason to wear them,\'94 Kayla said. \'93Anything that pisses off Carlos is fine in my book.\'94 Ramon gave her a doubtful look, but didn't argue. \'93Hey, how 'bout some lunch?\'94 she asked. \'93
I didn't eat any breakfast, y'know. Or any dinner,\'94 she added after a moment.
\par Ramon gestured to Fernando and said something quickly in Spanish. Fernando nodded, picked up the bags of Kayla's clothing, and headed for the door. \'93He'll meet us at Fastburger,\'94 Ramon said.
\par As they walked down the street, Jose walking watchfully ahead of them, Kayla glanced again at where Jose's gun was hidden. \'93You didn't tell me why Jose is carrying a gun,\'94 she said to Ramon, \-
quietly enough that none of the other pedestrians could hear them.
\par \'93It's because we've had some trouble here lately,\'94 Ramon said after a long pause. \'93Bad trouble.\'94
\par \'93Is it with the police, or another street gang?\'94
\par \'93How did you know that we're a gang?\'94
\par \'93I figured it out for myself,\'94 she said, a little sarcastically. \'93The bandannas and identical plaid shirts kinda give it away, you know.
\par \'93We don't think of ourselves like that,\'94 Ramon said. \'93I mean, I'm a homeboy, and this is }{\i\f29 mi barrio.}{\f29  We all hang out together, go to parties and all that, maybe make a little money together, but we're not really a gang. It's those 
}{\i\f29 bastardos}{\f29  from the city, they're the real gang. The T\_Men. They're trying to move in here and sell drugs, take our money away from us.\'94
\par \'93You sell drugs?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par He shrugged. \'93They want our neighborhood. They already did this to another gang, the guys that live over by Fulton Street. Killed maybe t
en of their guys; the rest are too scared to even go out on the street now. They just got started with us, a few weeks ago. So far, they've hurt one of our guys real bad. Reynaldo is still in the hospital. We got even, Carlos stabbed one of their guys, so
 now it's a war.\'94
\par \'93Carlos is really good at stabbing people,\'94 Kayla said, rubbing her gut, which still ached a little as she walked. \'93Did he study how to do that in high school or what?\'94
\par \'93You could make a real difference,\'94 Ramon continued, as if she hadn't spoken. \'93A }{\i\f29 bruja,}{\f29  a real witch, to use against them . . . maybe you could change them all into frogs or something, eh?\'94
\par \'93If I could, I'd start with your brother,\'94 Kayla said under her breath.
\par \'93What did you say?\'94 Ramon wanted to know.
\par \'93I doubt I can change anybody into a frog,\'94 Kayla said, a little louder. \'93I don't think it \-exactly works that way. I mean, I don't know how it works, this is all as weird to me as it is to you. I never knew that magic was real until two days 
ago.\'94
\par \'93I didn't believe in it, until I saw you\emdash \'94 \-
Ramon grabbed her suddenly by the arm, looking back at the street. Kayla twisted to see what he was looking at; a white Mercedes convertible was driving very slowly along the street, maybe thirty feet away.
 Inside were four young black men wearing blue sweatshirts and baseball caps, all watching Ramon, Kayla, and Jose.
\par Ramon pushed Kayla ahead of him. \'93Walk faster,\'94 he said quietly. The white convertible \-accelerated past them, one of the guys turning to loo
k back at Kayla and Ramon. The car disappeared around the corner. Ramon spoke quickly to Jose in Spanish; the other man nodded and took off at a run in the \-direction of the parking lot.
\par \'93Keep walking,\'94 Ramon said. \'93The Fastburger is up ahead, another block or so. Just keep walking.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 This is my best chance,}{\f29  she suddenly realized. }{\i\f29 Jose and Fernando aren't here, Ramon doesn't have a gun\emdash I think\emdash now it's just the two of us walking along the street . . . }{\f29  \'93Ramon, look!\'94
 she said, pointing across the street.
\par \'93What?\'94 he asked.
\par Kayla shoved him, hard enough that he fell against a trash can, and took off running. The police station was only two blocks away . . . she could make it, she knew she could make it. . . . 
\par She risked a glance backward to see Ramon staggering to his feet, then starting to run after her. \'93Kayla!\'94
\par She felt like she was flying, her feet barely touching the pavement. Her gut hurt, but she \-ignored it, concentrating on running as fast as she could. Another block, only another block . . . she could
 see the glass doors of the courthouse, the men and women in business suits walking in and out of the building . . . almost there, almost there . . . 
\par A car screamed to a stop on the street next to her. The white convertible.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh, shit!}{\f29 
\par Kayla dived for the closest doorway, a bookstore. The startled proprietor stepped back as she ran past him, going straight for the back door. A moment later, she was out in the back alley, looking up and down the narrow street. }{\i\f29 
Which way to go, which way . . . ?}{\f29  She could see the street off to her left\emdash 
another left turn, run across the intersection, and she'd be in front of the police station. Her gut began aching again as she gasped for breath, putting everything she had into running.
\par The white convertible turned into the all
ey ahead of her, blocking her path. She stumbled to a stop, looking for another direction to run. She yanked at the back door of the closest store, but it was locked. Before she could run to another door, the young men were out of the car and surrounding 
her. She tried to dive past them; someone caught her by the arm and spun her around. She fell against the wall, sliding in the garbage and mud. She saw the pistol in one guy's hand, saw him pull back the hammer with his thumb.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh God, he's going to kill me, he's going to\emdash }{\f29 
\par Fernando's car screamed to a stop at the end of the alley. Jose was leaning halfway through the window, firing his pistol. The other guys dived for cover, pulling out handguns and shooting wildly. Kayla crouched with her back pressed agains
t the wall as Fernando's car crashed into the front of the Mercedes with a sickening crunch of metal, shoving it backward.
\par Ramon leaped out of the car, grabbing Kayla by the arm and yanking her back toward Fernando's car. The car's engine shrieked with the
 strain as Fernando reversed direction, accelerating backwards out of the alley. Ramon pushed her into the back seat of the moving car, pulling himself in after her. \'93Go, go!\'94
 Ramon shouted, shoving Kayla down and firing his handgun through the open car window. The car skidded backwards into the street, then raced forward in a hard turn, leaving the Mercedes behind in the alley.
\par At the next intersection, Fernando turned left, driving very fast through the residential streets. Ramon stared out through the back window for several blocks, then turned to Kayla. \'93Are you all right?\'94
\par She nodded, too scared to speak. A hot pain hit her; every nerve in her arm was screaming at her, as the blood dripped down over her fingers. She looked at her own arms in shock; no, it wasn't her, she wasn't hurt at all.
\par \'93Jose, }{\i\f29 mi hermano!\'94}{\f29  Ramon's horrified voice startled her. She looked up to see Jose pressing a handkerchief to his arm. The cloth was already bright with blood, a widening stain of red.
\par Jose said something in Spanish, his voice weak. His lips were tight, and he was very pale. Kayla fought the impulse to touch him\emdash she knew he must be in incredible pain already, and her touch couldn't help . . . wouldn't help . . . 
\par A blue spark flickered over her palm, then \-another. He
r hands moved forward as if by themselves, drawn to that pain that she could feel, the pain that was calling out to her. Her hands brushed against Jose's face, his skin cold and damp to her touch. She could feel the magic welling inside her like an irresi
stible tide, higher and higher . . . she closed her eyes, caught up in something she couldn't understand. Beneath her hands, she could feel the magic coursing into him, flowing down to the source of the pain and washing it away.
\par She opened her eyes to see Ramon staring at her. His dark eyes were wide with surprise and something she didn't understand. He raised his hand to touch her face. . . . 
\par His hand paused, a fingertip's distance from her cheek, but close enough that she could feel the warmth of it. She 
felt as though she was within his thoughts, caught up in his astonishment and delight. She couldn't tell her thoughts from his, everything was too close and strange and tinted with the bright glow of the magic.
\par }{\i\f29 :\'bfQuerida, que tipo de magica es eso?:}{\f29  he ask
ed silently, and she could feel his joy like a tangible thing, singing inside her mind. It was overwhelming, too many thoughts and emotions that weren't hers, catching her up and spinning her around faster and faster until she couldn't think or feel for h
erself. She felt like she was falling, lost within his mind and the magic.
\par \'93Oh my,\'94 she said, and fainted.
\par 
\par Someone was carrying her. That was her first thought. Her second thought was that everything hurt. She shivered, pulling closer to whoever it was who was carrying her.
\par There were voices above her, speaking quickly in Spanish and English. One loud voice overrode the others. She recognized Carlos' strident tones without even needing to open her eyes. \'93What happened, Ramon?\'94 he demanded.
\par Ramon's voice. \'93I don't know. Jose was hurt and she helped him, and then she fainted\emdash \'94
\par \'93Is she going to die?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 No, I'm not going to die, I just want to,}{\f29 
 Kayla thought, feeling as though every inch of her was on fire. Then she was lying on something soft; she felt someone gently take off her sneakers and leather jacket. She opened her eyes to see Roberta, a concerned look in her 
dark eyes, pulling a blanket over her. To her annoyance, Kayla saw that Roberta was wearing the silver hoop earrings.
\par }{\i\f29 Bitch,}{\f29  Kayla thought, and would have said that aloud to her, but for some reason her voice wasn't working quite right. \'93She's awake,\'94 Roberta said to someone out of her sight.
\par Carlos' face appeared above her. \'93What \-happened?\'94
\par She could feel the intensity of his thoughts, his love for his brother mixed in with terror over their near escape. There was something else, a distant memory of believing that Ramon was \-
going to die, and the furious frustration of being able to do nothing to stop it. She saw herself through his eyes, a fear of losing something of value, something that he desperately needed. Not a person, but a }{\i\f29 thing,}{\f29  something to be g
uarded and used carefully.
\par Kayla tried to push it all away, not wanting to know any more, but she could still sense Carlos, the heat of his thoughts only a few feet away. And Roberta, a seething pool of different emotions: love, hatred, fear, and even conc
ern for the girl lying on the bed in front of her.
\par And beyond both of them, a sensation of a dark pool, a place of warm emotion that lifted her up and sang within the confusion of her mind. She saw herself through Ramon's eyes, a beautiful girl with bright
 green eyes and the magic coiling and dancing around her hands.
\par }{\i\f29 No, I don't want this,}{\f29  she thought fuzzily, trying to focus on Ramon's face, which was too blurry for her to see. }{\i\f29 I don't want you to care about me, I want to hate you, I just want to get away, run a thousand miles from here.

\par Somebody, please, get me out of here!}{\f29 
\par 
\par Elizabet blinked, trying to keep her eyes open. She'd been at the police station for too many hours, waiting to hear the lab reports from what they'd found at her house. Too many hour
s without sleep, ever since she'd come home and found the pool of wet blood on her living room floor. . . . 
\par Searching with the police, they'd found some physical evidence, but there was no way to know anything until the lab reports returned. Searching magically, she had found nothing. Kayla had vanished into the city without a trace.
\par Something brushed against her thoughts, a distant sense of magic. Then she heard the echo of a young girl's voice, a cry of desperation and pain: \'93Somebody, please, get me out of here!\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Kayla!}{\f29 
\par She closed her eyes, hoping that no one else in the police station would notice her odd behavior, and cast her mind out in widening circles, searching.
\par There! She found it almost immediately, the residue of major magic, somewhere in the S
an Fernando Valley; traces of magic fading away even as she reached out to track it, disappearing into the eddying, drifting thoughts of one million Valley residents. Damn!
\par \'93Elizabet?\'94
\par She opened to her eyes, startled out of her near\_trance. Nichelle Cable was standing by her desk, a folder tucked under her arm. \'93Are you okay?\'94
\par Elizabet nodded. \'93Just . . . just very tired. Do you have anything new?\'94
\par Nichelle shook her head. \'93Fibers and prints came up negative, except for that print on the broken dolphin which is, unfortunately, a match to your left thumb. I'm sorry, Elizabet.\'94
\par \'93Anything new on a connection between the double homicide and this kidnaping?\'94 Elizabet asked.
\par \'93William Kennison III is a nutcase. Long history of mental instability. He was fired from
 his job earlier that day, apparently went home and loaded his assault rifle, then went hunting for his boss. Couldn't find the boss, so he went after those people in the convenience store. He doesn't have any connection to the kidnaping that we can find;
 he's just a dead end.\'94 The homicide detective smiled grimly. \'93At least we got a full confession out of him this morning, so even if your missing kid never turns up, we have this guy nailed down tight.\'94
\par \'93But he has no connection to Kayla's kidnaping.\'94 Elizabet clenched her fists in her lap.
\par \'93Maybe your kid will turn up on her own,\'94 Nichelle said. \'93I mean, we don't have much evidence that this was a kidnaping, except for the fact that there was blood on your living room floor. Maybe the blood was from an acci
dent of some kind, and she called her friends to help her out. Maybe she just went off with friends. If she ends up back on the street, we'll find her again eventually.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 I know that Kayla was taken against her will, Nichelle, but if I tell you how I know that, you'll think I'm insane.}{\f29  Elizabet unclenched her fists and said, \'93Thank you for your help on this, Nichelle. I appreciate it.\'94
\par \'93I'm sorry it turned out this way,\'94 Nichelle said. \'93I'll let you know if anything else turns up. Here's the lab folder, by the way. If any of this gives you ideas, let me know. The rest of us are drawing a blank right now.\'94
\par Elizabet opened the folder and leafed through the printed pages. The blood was Type A Positive, which matched Kayla's medical records. No sign of the we
apon that had caused the wounds; the perpetrators must have taken it with them. Some mud on the floor corresponded to a partial footprint in the flowerbed beside Elizabet's front door. Not enough to make any identification, though, or even a guess as to s
hoe size. Some hairs that were identified as Elizabet's.
\par In short, nothing.
\par She left the folder on Nichelle's desk and slowly walked out to her car. There was nothing in that folder that the police could use to track down the kidnapers. If anyone was going to find Kayla, it would be by luck or magic.
\par }{\i\f29 I'll keep trying,}{\f29  Elizabet thought. }{\i\f29 Every time she uses magic, it leaves a trace that I can follow. I'll keep searching until I find her.
\par She's out there somewhere . . . I know she is. . . . }{\f29 
\par An awful thought occurred to her then, chilling her blood: }{\i\f29 I can sense her, know what she's doing, that she's out there somewhere . . . 
\par What if someone else is tracking her?}{\f29 
\par \page \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Six
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93Are you certain of it?\'94 Nataniel asked.
\par The dark\_haired young woman, dressed in a black mini\_skirt and silk blouse, who looked to be maybe twenty years old but was closer to two hundred, nodded seriously. \'93
As certain as I can be. There's a new magic in Los Angeles. I felt it two days ago, and again, yesterday afternoon. It's young, strong, and glows like the lights on the Strip.\'94
\par \'93Are you sure it's not one of the local elves?\'94
\par \'93They're all dead or Dreaming, even Prince Terenil. No, this one's human. Not a Bard, but still dangerous. I say we kill it before it becomes a genuine danger to us.\'94
\par \'93You would say that, Shari.\'94
 Nataniel turned away from her, looking out of the window at the lights below, at the brightness that turned night into day on the Las Vegas Strip. Even here, in his office on the top floor of the hotel, he could feel the \-vib
rancy of life from the street below, the heat of human emotions. He savored the taste of it; this was his realm, this high tower and all within it. But it was not enough, it would never be enough. He always wanted more, always. \'93
No. You won't kill it, Shari. You'll track it, report what you find, and then we'll make arrangements to capture it and bring it here.\'94
\par \'93Why?\'94 Sharanya's fine, dark eyebrows drew together in puzzlement.
\par He kept the hint of irritation out of his voice. \'93Because it could be useful to us, Shari. Because I want it. Isn't that enough?\'94
\par \'93Of course, my lord.\'94 She bowed elegantly, but not before he saw the anger in her blue eyes. }{\i\f29 Have I deprived you of a choice Hunt, my dear?}{\f29  he wondered. }{\i\f29 Is that what you wanted, to hunt down this human mage and kill it?}{
\f29 
\par \'93What of Perenor, the Seelie Lord? If he finds it first, you know he'll kill it.\'94
\par A good question. He considered it thoughtfully. \'93Perenor is not of our Court, but he has been a valuable ally to us. I would dislike seeing our business relationship damaged because of this. Does he know of this new source of magic?\'94
\par Shari shrugged. \'93He's not blind or stupid. This one burns like a flare in the sky. He's probably hunting for it already. He might kill it before we can track it down.\'94
\par Nataniel steepled his fingers together. \'93That would be unfortunate. So . . . we'll recruit him to our side. I have other coin to pay him with, other than a human mage's blood. Do you think he'll be able to track it that quickly?\'94
\par She shook her head. \'93It will take him so
me time. A human Bard, as you know, is obvious all of the time. This talent, however, seems to come and go. I can only follow the human when it is using magic, which makes finding it a rather difficult proposition.\'94
\par \'93Then you'd best get started. You still have time to catch the 2:15 flight to Los Angeles . . . call me tonight with your report.\'94
 He smiled slightly as he saw her face go pale; flying in a jet aircraft, while not physically dangerous to their kind, was close enough proximity to a great deal of 
Cold Iron to make for a very uncomfortable trip. From the look on Shari's face, Nataniel could see she knew this was her punishment, but also that she wouldn't dare to defy him on this. }{\i\f29 At least, not yet.}{\f29 
\par She bowed again and left the office. Nataniel sat b
ack in his leather chair, propping his feet on his desk. This was an unexpected but marvelous opportunity. He'd had a notion for some time about using a human mage for an unusual experiment. A young, untrained mage would be perfect. It was not that he nee
d
ed any more magical power . . . after all, he was already the most talented mage he knew, short of that drunken and Dreaming wreck of a Prince, Terenil, in Los Angeles. He suspected that he could take even Lord Perenor in a fight, though that opportunity 
had never presented itself. But eventually, when Perenor was no longer useful to him . . . 
\par You could never have too much, that was Nataniel's philosophy. True, he was the Prince of this Unseelie Court, as well as a very rich owner of some of the best busin
esses and property in Las Vegas. Not to mention a powerful mage and skilled swordsman, with more human money and political influence than he could spend. But you could \-always want more. Always.
\par 
\par }{\i\f29 She was standing on a grassy hillside, seeing the stars abov
e, the moonlight shining down upon her. Someone stood beside her, a guy with long dark hair and wild eyes. To her eyes, he glowed like a torch, bright with life and power. Around them swirled the creatures of night, living shadows that flickered and laugh
e
d silently. She held back a scream, feeling their hatred and their hunger. They wanted her, and the guy, in a way that chilled her blood. It took everything she had just to stand there, when she could feel them drifting closer and closer to her, reaching 
out to rip her apart . . . }{\f29 
\par She opened her eyes, sweating and shaking. It was too warm in the apartment, even though all she was wearing was a nightgown and sleeping under a single sheet. She remembered Roberta helping her change into the nightgown, after .
 . . after . . .  She remembered Ramon carrying her up the stairs, and Roberta . . . Roberta sitting next to her. Vague \-
images flitted through her mind: a damp washcloth on her sweating face, Roberta rinsing the washcloth in a bowl of water. The taste of warm soup in her mouth, as Roberta held another spoonful to Kayla's lips, urging her to eat.
\par And the nightmares: dreams of awful shadowy winged monsters that chased her through a deserted city, a man with cold blue eyes who walked toward her with a glittering sword\emdash a sword?\emdash in his hands and raised the weapon to strike . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe I've been a little sick,}{\f29  she thought, looking around the room. Someone had left a carved wooden cross on the table next to the bed, and there was an old black telephone next to it.
\par }{\i\f29 A telephone!}{\f29 
\par Kayla sat up too quickly; everything whirled around her, too bright and too fast. She fell back, closing her eyes and hoping that she wasn't going to throw up.
\par After a few seconds, she tried sitting up again, this time very slowly. She picked up the phone receiver and dialed 411 for Information.
\par \'93What city, please?\'94
\par \'93I'd like a home phone number,\'94 she said to the operator. \'93Elizabet Winters . . . she lives on Laurel Canyon, it's either Hollywood or maybe Van Nuys, I don't know. . . .\'94
\par \'93Please hold for the number.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, thanks.\'94 Kayla listened to the mechanical voice reciting the phone number and repeated it to herself over and over as she dialed. }{\i\f29 Come on, Elizabet, answer the phone, answer the . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Hello?\'94
\par Kayla wanted to cry with relief. \'93Oh God, Elizabet, it's me, please, you have to help me . . .\'94
\par \'93Kayla!\'94 Elizabet's voice was sharp. \'93Tell me where you are. The street address, if you have it.\'94
\par \'93I don't know, I'm somewhere in Van Nuys, an apartment building, maybe a couple miles from the courthouse. Wait, they wrote the phone number on the phone\emdash it's area code eight\_one\_eight, seven\_six\_one . . .\'94
\par A hand reached past her and pulled the plastic plug from the telephone, breaking the connection. Kayla looked up with a sick feeling in her stomach. It was one of the nameless guys in plaid shirts. He took the phone receiver from her nerveless 
hand and left the room with the telephone under his arm.
\par Kayla lay back on the bed, hot tears of frustration stinging at her eyes. She had to get out of here, somehow. Somehow . . . 
\par }\pard \qc \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 * * *
\par }\pard \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 She awakened again to darkness and the smell of smoke. A few feet a
way, she saw the glow of a burning cigarette, just bright enough to illuminate Carlos' face. He was sitting on a folding chair and watching her.
\par She stared back at him as he slowly bent to crush the cigarette in a metal ashtray on the floor. \'93Are you well, girl?\'94 he asked.
\par Kayla's throat was too dry; her voice squeaked on her reply. \'93I'm okay.\'94
\par He shook his head. \'93You were very sick, and no one knew why. Do you know why you were sick?\'94
\par \'93I\emdash I don't know.\'94
\par \'93Mmmm.\'94 He gazed at her. \'93Why did you heal Jose?\'94 he asked suddenly.
\par Kayla pulled the sheet tighter over her. \'93He was hurt. I didn't want to see him hurting.\'94
\par \'93But he's one of us. One of the people who are making you stay here.\'94
\par Kayla shook her head. \'93He was in pain. I couldn't help but feel it. So I had to\emdash had to\emdash \'94
\par \'93Good.\'94 Carlos smiled. \'93So you have to heal someone in pain, whether or not you like them? That's good.\'94 He stood up and walked to the door. \'93Get well, little }{\i\f29 bruja,\'94}{\f29  he said, his hand on the doorknob. \'93
Already we need your help. Ramon was hurt last night in a fight. He's out in the living room right now.\'94
\par \'93Ramon? But\emdash \'94
\par Carlos smiled at her, a flash of whiteness in the darkened room, and closed the bedroom door \-behind him. Kayla sat quietly for a long moment, then got out of the bed. Her legs wobbled slightly, and she grabbed the night table for support.
\par When her legs steadied, she began searching the room for something to wear. After a few minutes, she found the bag of clothes that \-Ramon had bought for her, lying on the floor near the foot of the 
bed. She dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and the white blouse, then left the bedroom.
\par In the living room, she saw Carlos and Ramon sitting on the couch, talking in Spanish. Ramon looked up as she walked into the room and smiled. \'93Good morning, }{\i\f29 querida.\'94}{\f29 
\par \'93Carlos said you were hurt,\'94 she said. \'93What \-happened?\'94
\par Ramon shrugged. \'93I didn't move fast enough, so one of those city boys cut my shoulder with a knife. It's nothing.\'94
\par \'93Take off your shirt and I'll see what I can do about it,\'94 she said.
\par Carlos stood up and walked to the door. \'93I have to meet Roberta at the pharmacy,\'94 he said with an odd little smile. \'93I will call you later, Ramon.\'94
\par Kayla helped Ramon remove his long\_sleeved shirt, and winced at the sight of the long cut across his shoulder. She went to
 the bathroom to search for anything she could use, and returned a moment later with a plastic bottle and several washcloths in her hands.
\par \'93It's nothing, }{\i\f29 querida,}{\f29  only a scratch . . .\'94
\par \'93Hold still, this won't hurt,\'94 she said, tilting the bottle of medicina
l alcohol to dampen the wadded washcloth. She put the cap back on the bottle and set it to one side, looking thoughtfully at Ramon's shoulder. Ramon watched her with a look of trepidation in his eyes, especially as she put on her best \'93
soap opera physician\'94 look and said, \'93Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.\'94
\par She wiped his bared shoulder, and the long, shallow cut, with the wet washcloth. It really wasn't a bad cut, but it needed to be tended properly. . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 \'93Madre de Dios!\'94}{\f29  Ramon leaped up, knocking her and the bottle of alcohol onto the floor. \'93That hurts!\'94
\par \'93Don't do that, you'll just make it worse!\'94 Kayla protested as he grabbed his shirt off the back of the couch and rubbed his shoulder with it.
\par \'93But it hurts!\'94
\par \'93Okay, I'll just wash it with soap and water,\'94 she said. She walked a little unsteadily to the sink and squeezed some dishwashing soap onto a washcloth, wetting it under the faucet.
\par \'93Are you okay, }{\i\f29 querida}{\f29 ?\'94 Ramon asked, a \-concerned look in his eyes.
\par \'93Just a little dizzy.\'94 She leaned against the sink for a couple seconds, until her head cleared. \'93I've only been out of bed for less than ten minutes, so I'm doing okay, I guess.\'94
\par \'93You were very sick,\'94 Ramon observed, as she walked back with the wet washcloth. \'93I wanted to take you to the hospital, but Carlos said that we couldn't. I'm glad you're okay now.\'94
\par She carefully dabbed at the wound with the corner of the soapy towel, then wiped it dry with another cloth. \'93There. It's clean now. I'll see if I can do anything more for it. . . .\'94
\par She had never }{\i\f29 called}{\f29  the magic to her before\emdash it had always happened on its own, never by her will. She thought about how to do that now, imagining the hot fire running over her hands, the bright blue sparks dancing.
\par Nothing happened.
\par She concentrated then, focusing on the cut on Ramon's muscular shoulder, marring his tanned skin. She could feel it, the dull ache of pain, and reached to it. . . . 
\par Everything went white for a long moment, and she felt like she was falling, falling . . . 
\par She blinked, looking up into Ramon's eyes. He was holding her . . . how had she ended up half\_sprawled across his lap? She blinked again.
\par \'93Are you okay?\'94 Ramon asked, concerned. \'93I saw the magic fire in your hands, then it faded away and you fainted.\'94
\par \'93I feel awful,\'94 Kayla said from her awkward position in his lap.
\par \'93Maybe it's the magic? Maybe that's what happened, the magic is making you sick?\'94
\par \'93Let me up,\'94 Kayla said, trying to sit up and falling back onto his lap. She was acutely aware of his bare arms holding her. All she was wearing was a light cotton blouse and jeans, but it suddenly was too warm in the small living room.
\par \'93Rest for a moment, }{\i\f29 querida,}{\f29  until the sickness passes,\'94 he said gently.
\par \'93I'm okay, really!\'94 She gave up trying to sit up; he wouldn't let her, so she just let herself lie back against him. \'93Ramon, I never\emdash \'94 she began awkwardly, then started again. \'93
Listen, you saved my life, back there in the alley. I just wanted to say thank you for that.\'94
\par \'93You're welcome,\'94 he said gravely, then grinned. \'93Though I have to admit, I was thinking more of how Carlos was going to kill me when I came home, if anything had happened to you. I'm glad you weren't hurt.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, me too.\'94 She shifted slightly, so she could look at him better. He was very handsome, she \-
decided, though not as handsome as Carlos. Then again, he wasn't a bastard like Carlos, either. There was a funny little scar on his cheek, an old cut mark. Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed him there.
\par Ramon jerked back as if he'd been burned. \'93Kayla!\'94
\par She laughed at the shocked expression on his face. \'93Ramon, I was just saying thank you,\'94 she said. \'93I mean, if I really wanted to kiss you, I'd do this . . .\'94 She leaned forward again, kissing him on the mouth.
\par His arms suddenly tightened around her, pulling her closer against him. Then he pushed her away abruptly. \'93No, it's too soon, we can't . . . }{\i\f29 Madre de Dios}{\f29 , this isn't fair!\'94 he wailed, looking upward.
\par Kayla caught his hand with hers, holding it against her cheek. \'93Why not?\'94 she asked.
\par \'93Because . . . because . . .\'94
\par The sound of running footsteps on the stairs \-outside the apartment made them both look up. Carlos burst back into the room, the apartment door banging loudly against the wall.
\par Carlos asked something in Spanish, and Ramon looked quickly from Kayla to his brother, his eyes wild. He answered in Spanish and pulled his hand free from Kayla's. They spoke in rapid\_
fire Spanish for another few seconds, then Ramon turned to her and spoke quietly. \'93Kayla, Carlos wants to know . . . are you a virgin?\'94
\par \'93What?\'94 She felt herself blushing. \'93What does he care?\'94 }{\i\f29 And why does he want to know? }{\f29 Sudden fear tightened around her throat.}{\i\f29  My God, what's he planning to do?}{\f29 
\par \'93He says it's important. Are you a virgin?\'94
\par Kayla bit her lip, looking down at her bare feet, and decided that maybe truth was the best answer right now. }{\i\f29 I hope.}{\f29  \'93Well . . . yes.\'94
\par Carlos said something in Spanish to Ramon, who stood up and replied angrily in the same language. For a moment, Kayla thought Ramon was about to punch Carlos. Then he sat back down again, his hands clenched into fists.
\par Carlos gave Kayla a stern look. \'93Listen to me, girl,\'94 he said in tones like ice. \'93I was talking with my grandmother. She said that in the legends, sex and magic are very closely linked. If you really ar
e a virgin, we're going to make sure that you stay that way. I will make sure there are always two people with you, to protect you and your . . .\'94
\par Carlos looked away briefly, and Kayla thought she saw him flush slightly with embarrassment. \'93Jose is married, he would be good for this,\'94
 Carlos continued, picking up the telephone receiver. He dialed the phone and spoke into it in Spanish. Every few seconds, his eyes flickered to Ramon, who was now seated stiffly on the couch, as far away from Kayla as he could be.
\par }{\i\f29 Damn,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 Damn, damn, damn . . . 
\par That evening, Kayla sat at the edge of a circle of chattering women in the living room of Roberta's apartment, feeling about as miserable as she could. No one seemed to speak anything but Spanish, and while
 she was learning to pick out a few words here and there, she didn't understand most of what was being said. She knew they were talking about one of the women's little baby, though, just by the way everyone kept pointing and gesturing at the kid. The baby
 was cute, a little round\_faced kid with tufts of black hair who made all these funny cooing and giggling noises. She would've enjoyed playing with the kid, but the women had given her cold looks when she tried to get closer to the baby.
\par Ramon had left the apartment, a few minutes \-
after that awful scene with Carlos. Carlos had waited until Jose and another equally silent young man had shown up, then left as well. Jose and the other guy had sat around reading the newspaper and talking between themselves in S
panish, while Kayla sat in the bedroom, slowly going stir\_
crazy. Then Roberta and all of these women had shown up, filling the apartment with loud conversation and the smell of spicy hot chocolate. At least that had been good . . . thinking about it, Kayla
 went to the kitchen to refill her mug with the rich chocolate drink. And Jose had left after a few minutes, probably figuring that Kayla would be safe, surrounded by all of those older women and one sullen\_faced young man sitting near the front door.

\par In the kitchen, Roberta and another girl were talking in Spanish. Kayla slipped past them to \-ladle more chocolate into her mug. As she left the kitchen, she saw Roberta say something to the other girl, who laughed.
\par The hell with you,}{\f29  Kayla thought. She sat do
wn in her chair and leaned against the window, looking out. She could see the mountains in the distance, dusted with a light cap of snow. In the street below, some kids were playing with a football, tossing it back and forth.
\par \'93Kayla?\'94
\par She looked up as Roberta sat down next to her. \'93What do you want?\'94 she asked.
\par \'93I wanted to give these back to you.\'94 Her hand closed over Kayla's, dropping something into her palm. Kayla looked down to see her \-silver earrings lying in her hand. \'93I'm sorry I was so angry. I tho
ught you were Carlos' new girl, and I was very jealous. He explained everything to me, and I wanted to say something to you, but then you were so sick . . .\'94
\par \'93Th\_thanks.\'94 Kayla's fingers reached up to \-unfasten the safety pins in her ears and replaced them with the silver rings. \'93Thanks a lot.\'94
\par \'93Why are you sitting here by yourself<W1%30><|><D%0>?\'94 Roberta asked. \'93Don't you want to talk with anyone?\'94
\par Kayla shrugged. \'93I can't speak Spanish.\'94
\par A quick smile brightened Roberta's face, and for the first time, Kayla understood why Carlos might find this girl attractive. \'93And they don't speak any English. Well, there's someone here that doesn't speak any language yet at all. . . .\'94
 She gestured for one of the women to give her the baby, which she placed in Kayla's arms. \'93Do you like babies? I saw you looking at her earlier. Her name is Juanita, and she's two months old.\'94
\par Kayla gingerly held the baby in her arms. Juanita giggled and drooled on Kayla's shirt. \'93She's really cute,\'94 Kayla said, looking into the baby's la
rge brown eyes. Those eyes looked back at her very solemnly, then her mouth curved into a big, toothless grin.
\par \'93She likes you,\'94 Roberta said, smiling.
\par A shrill voice shouted in angry Spanish from across the room. Kayla looked up as the baby's mother hurried towards her. Roberta intercepted her, talking quickly in Spanish, with occasional glances and gestures at Kayla and the baby.
\par \'93What is she saying?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par \'93She doesn't know who you are, so she doesn't want you holding the baby. I'm telling her that you're a }{\i\f29 bruja,}{\f29  and that you healed Jose's \-gunshot wound. She doesn't believe me.\'94
\par More of the women joined into the argument, voices clamoring loudly in Spanish.
 Kayla shrank back in her chair, holding the baby close against her, as the argument became more and more heated. Roberta was able to yell louder than any of them, Kayla noticed.
\par As the argument continued, Kayla decided to play with the baby and pretend to ignore it all. Juanita had a good grip, she discovered, as the baby clutched at her fingers. Though she was best at drooling . . . }{\i\f29 
probably because she doesn't have any teeth yet,}{\f29  Kayla thought.
\par \'93I'll take the baby now,\'94 Roberta said, and Kayla realized that all the arguing had stopped, and that everyone was looking at her now, some with curiosity, others with distrust.
\par \'93Okay,\'94 she said, lifting the baby into Roberta's arms. \'93She's a great kid.\'94
\par \'93She's my cousin,\'94 Roberta said fondly, rubbing her finger against the baby's cheek. \'93You need to do some magic now,\'94 she added.
\par \'93What?\'94
\par \'93I said that you'd show them some magic, show them how you healed Jose, so they'd see that I wasn't lying. You have to do magic now.\'94
\par \'93Roberta, I don't know if I can\emdash \'94
\par \'93Just try, okay?\'94
\par It was getting easier, she realized, as she called the fire to her hands. There was no dizziness or headaches, only the sheer joy of it, feeling the tendrils of power weave around her fingertips. The blue light was very bright in the small living roo
m. She let it die away a couple of seconds later.
\par There was a stunned silence in the room, then all of the women began talking at once. One of them, a quiet girl with long dark hair, hesitantly touched Kayla's hands, as if expecting them to burn her. \-Anot
her woman placed her hand on Kayla's chin and tilted her face upward, studying her eyes . . . for something? Kayla didn't know. Juanita's mother took her baby from Roberta and gave her back to Kayla to hold. Then she gestured for Kayla to sit next to her,
 in the circle of folding chairs. Kayla smiled and joined her there, listening to the musical flow of Spanish around her as Juanita did her best to eat Kayla's shirt.
\par One of the women addressed her directly in Spanish; Kayla smiled and shook her head. The woman called to Roberta, who sat down next to them. \'93She wants to know if you can help her husband, the way you helped Jose,\'94 Roberta translated for Kayla.

\par \'93What's wrong with her husband?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par \'93Cancer. He came home from the hospital three days ago, after another surgery. They don't think he's going to live much longer.\'94
\par \'93I don't know,\'94 Kayla said. \'93I mean, this is as new to me as all of you guys. A few days ago, I couldn't do any of this at all. Maybe I can do it, maybe I can't. I still have to learn how to do this. I just don't know.\'94
\par Roberta spoke with the woman in Spanish, then in English to Kayla. \'93She says that any help would be good. She says that you're still young, maybe you can learn quickly.\'94
\par \'93Maybe.\'94 The naked hope in the woman's face frightened Kayla, hurting her as much as someone's physical pain. She looked down at the baby in her arms, not knowing what to say.
\par The telephone rang, a shrill sound from the kitchen. Roberta rose to answer it. A few seconds later, Roberta spoke quickly in Spanish to the young man at the door, who nodded and ran out of the apartment a moment later. Roberta spoke to Kayla in English. 
\'93Quickly, put your shoes on, we must go.\'94
\par \'93What's going on?\'94
\par \'93Some of the boys have been hurt. Hurry, hurry!\'94
\par Kayla gave Juanita back to her mother and ran to the bedroom, pulling on her tennis shoes and grabbing her leather jacket. Roberta ran with her down to the street, where the young homeboy was already waiting with the car, engine running. \'93
Come on, come on!\'94 he urged them as they piled into the car.
\par \'93Who was hurt?\'94 Kayla asked Roberta.
\par \'93I don't know!\'94 Roberta's hands twisted in her lap. \'93Carlos didn't say who, just that some of them had been hurt. I don't know, I don't know. . . .\'94
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Seven
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 The car pulled up in front of
 a row of warehouses, in an older, industrial area of Van Nuys. The street was deserted, dimly lit by distant streetlights, the shadows hiding everything but the outline of large buildings. The driver motioned at them to stay in the car and moved carefull
y toward one of the warehouse doors, drawing an automatic pistol from beneath his jacket. He glanced inside, then waved to them to join him.
\par Roberta was out of the car a split\_second later, running to the door. Kayla followed her and stopped short at the entrance to the warehouse.
\par It was like a vision of hell. There was blood everywhere, unmoving bodies lying on the floor and across the wooden boxes, some wearing the bright blue
 of the black city boys, others in the plaid and bandannas of the homeboys. Several homeboys moved among the dead and wounded. Carlos was on the other side of the warehouse, holding Roberta in his arms and speaking quietly to her. She didn't see Ramon amo
ng the wounded or dying, and a wave of relief went through her.
\par She stared at the carnage, and suddenly the smell of it hit her as hard as physical pain; she clutched at the doorpost for support, mentally trying to shove all that terror and agony away from 
her. It flooded down on her mind, threatening to crush her beneath the pain.
\par She held it back, fought to overcome it. As the pain receded enough for her to move, she went without thinking to the closest wounded young man. She recognized Fernando, lying spr
awled across a wooden crate, blood trickling down from his mouth and chest. She placed her hands on his face, his blood wet and warm against her fingers, and called the magic to her.
\par She felt a fierce joy, feeling the power coursing through her, sliding do
wn into Fernando's pain. She found the source of it, the bullet lodged in his lung, and drew it out with her thoughts, sealing up the wound behind it. She could feel the life returning to him, as the pain faded away from within her mind, to be replaced by
 dizziness and exhaustion.
\par Kayla paused long enough to catch her breath and forced herself to move to the next man, who was curled on the floor, clutching his leg and whimpering in pain. A bullet had shattered his leg, leaving white fragments of bone sticki
ng out through the shredded denim of his blood\_soaked jeans. He nodded weakly at her as she touched him, forcing the pain away from his mind. She coaxed the bone back into place, forcing the broken pieces to knit back together again.
\par Exhaustion burned through her mind and body when she was done, dragging her down into the shadows. She knelt by another man, \-lying facedown on the floor, and carefully turned him over. It was Jose, a look of shocked horror on his face.
\par She stared at him, trying to touch him with her magic and finding . . . nothing. Only a dark emptiness, a nothingness where he had been. She bit her lip, unable to keep the tears from her eyes.
\par \'93Why aren't you helping him?\'94 She turned to see Carlos standing close behind her. He was pale and shaking, a crying Roberta clinging to his arm. \'93Help him, }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 !\'94
\par \'93I can't. He's dead.\'94
\par \'93Heal him!\'94 His face was streaked with tears as he shouted at her. \'93You little bitch, help him!\'94
\par \'93There's nothing there, he's gone, there's nothing left to help!\'94
\par Roberta tugged Carlos away from Jose's body, whispering something in Spanish to him. Kayla quickly turned to another wounded guy, a kid that looked younger than herself, one of the black boys. His eyes were wild with pain, but he smiled. \'93
Hey, pretty lady,\'94 he whispered.
\par \'93You'll be all right,\'94
 she whispered back. She saw where he'd been shot, one gaping wound in his chest, another in his shoulder. It was bad, but she knew she could heal him, it wasn't any worse than Fernando with the bullet in his lung. She set her h
ands, shaking with exhaustion, on his chest, and began to concentrate . . . 
\par Someone grabbed her arm and yanked her up, just as she felt the first stirrings of the magic beginning within her. \'93No, not that one!\'94 Carlos said roughly. His eyes burned with anger. \'93He's not one of ours.\'94
\par \'93I don't give a shit! He's hurt, I can help him!\'94
\par \'93You'll heal Miguel next, }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 !\'94
\par Kayla pulled her arm free of his grasp. \'93Like hell, you bastard!\'94
\par The force of his hand slapping her across the face knocked her to the floor. Stunned, she landed close to the hurt black kid, nearly on top of him.
\par The boy looked at her with pain\_filled eyes as she wiped the blood from her mouth. \'93S'alright, pretty lady . . .\'94 he whispered. The glow of his body, the sensation that he was alive and
 close to her, faded away a moment later. His eyes were still staring at her, but they were empty, no longer seeing her or anything else.
\par Kayla stared at the boy's lifeless body; she sobbed and turned on Carlos. \'93Damn you!\'94 she screamed. \'93I could've saved him!\'94 Her hand brushed against something cold, metallic: a semi\_automatic pistol \-
lying next to the boy's body. She grabbed it and brought it up, aiming it at Carlos.
\par He stood very still, watching her.
\par She blinked back tears, trying to hold the pistol steady. Carlos didn't move. Kayla could see Roberta's horrified face beyond Carlos; one of the homeboys drawing a pistol, but hesitating, not certain whether to shoot her or not.
\par \'93So, are you going to kill me?\'94 Carlos asked calmly, as if he was asking the time of day.
\par Her hands were shaking; she couldn't stop it. She thought about pulling the trigger, sending a bullet ripping through Carlos' chest, through his lungs or heart, shattering everything in its path. She saw him lying on the floor with the blood trick
ling from his mouth as he died. Another dead body, no life singing in it, nothing that she could touch. And it would be because of her, because she had done it to him.
\par Her finger tightened on the trigger.
\par And stopped.
\par She couldn't do it. She couldn't kill him.
\par She stood there, shaking, as Carlos moved \-toward her. With a muttered curse, he took the gun out of her hand. He shoved it under his belt and hauled her to her feet. She was barely able to walk; he manhandled her across the floor and dropped her next
 to another wounded homeboy. Blinded with tears, she felt the magic reaching out to the guy, drawn to his pain. When she was finished healing him, Carlos shoved her to another fallen body, to heal \-another wounded kid.
\par And another. And another.
\par It turned into an endless blur of pain. She was caught up in the magic, unable to stop or break free. Agony and exhaustion and terror pulled her down, and she felt as though her own life was draining out with each healing, leaving her unable to move or th
ink. Through the haze of pain, she felt Carlos lifting her again, setting her down next to another hurt homeboy. Then the magic took her again, sending her into \-another wave of pain as she healed again and again.
\par She lay on the floor, not aware of anything
 but the sensation of the cold concrete against her face, trying to keep breathing. It was more and more difficult, just breathing in and out. She could still feel the magic in her hands, but it was sputtering and dying, fading away. She felt her heart fa
lter once, skipping a beat, and then another. Everything hurt, more pain than she had ever dreamed could exist, and all she wanted to do was let go of it all, slide down \-
beneath the shadows lurking around her. But there was someone else lying on the floor 
next to her, a young man. She couldn't remember his name, but he'd been one of her guards at Roberta's apartment. He'd been shot in the shoulder and was moaning quietly with the pain.
\par She reached out to help him, and someone grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her away from him. Someone was arguing over her, loud voices in Spanish. She recognized the voices but couldn't remember who they were. She was so tired, so very tired. . . . 

\par \'93Her hands are so cold. Sit up, }{\i\f29 querida,}{\f29  open your eyes.\'94 She recognized 
Ramon's voice, and the sensation of him being close to her, the warmth of his thoughts around her. She reached for him like a dying person for water, somehow drawing on his strength in her desperation. She could feel her own heartbeat steadying, growing s
tronger with every second, and the electric sensation of power moving through her, wiping the exhaustion and dizziness away. Then she felt Ramon's arms sliding away from her, followed by a loud thump a moment later, a sound like a body hitting the floor.

\par She lay there for a moment, still just a little dizzy, then her head cleared suddenly and she opened her eyes.
\par Ramon was sprawled on the floor next to her, unconscious. She held his hand and tried to figure out what had happened.
\par \'93What did you do to him?\'94
\par It was Carlos, glaring down at her. \'93Nothing,\'94 she said, glaring back at him. \'93I don't know what happened. He just passed out.\'94
\par Carlos crouched down beside his brother, touching Ramon's forehead and calling to him in Spanish. \'93He isn't waking up,\'94 he said to Kayla, giving her another accusatory look.
\par \'93Look, I don't know why he passed out! But there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him, he's just tired. I don't understand it, okay?\'94 }{\i\f29 He passed out, and I feel fine\emdash no, I feel better than fine. I feel like 
I'm not totally exhausted for the first time in days. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Carlos, }{\i\f29 la polic\'eda!\'94}{\f29  One of the other homeboys came running in through the warehouse door. \'93A patrol car just went by on Oxnard Street! I don't know if they're coming back here or not.\'94
\par \'93Don't panic, Luis. Tell the others that we have to leave now.\'94 Carlos turned back to Kayla. \'93You'll heal Manuel as soon as we're out of here. Walk with me now to the car.\'94 He lifted Ramon gently in his arms and started for the doorway.
\par 
\par Carlos set Ramon down on the back seat. \-Ramon was a little pale, but otherwise looked to be fine. His heartbeat was strong; Carlos couldn't understand why he had fainted, but it probably had something to do with the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 's magic. The }{
\i\f29 bruja}{\f29  herself, sitting next to Ramon, really l
ooked awful, her face completely bloodless and soaked in sweat, but he assumed that her own magic would take care of her, as it had before. If it didn't, that was unfortunate. None of them knew anything about sorceresses or magic, so she was on her own.

\par He called Luis and Juan to join him at the car. They were lucky that this warehouse was so far away from anything but a few other businesses, there was no one here to call the }{\i\f29 polic\'eda.}{\f29 
 There wasn't much else here; the reason they'd come here earlier in the e
vening was to move all of the supplies to another location. Luis worked at this place during the day and had found good places to hide the small crates of their drugs, the weed and crack that the homeboys used and sold in the }{\i\f29 barrio}{\f29 
. When Luis said that a T\_Men boy had followed him to work, Carlos had \-decided to move everything to another location. Which was why all the homeboys were in this place at one time, when the T\_Men had shown up with their assault rifles and Uzis.

\par It wasn't as bad as it could have been. Jose was dead, but he was the only one. Manuel's shoulder was still bleeding, the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 
 hadn't managed to do anything for him yet, but his brother was up and walking around, so it couldn't be too bad. It was Jose's death that made Carlos want to cry inside, but there were four dead T\_
Men lying on the floor, which made him feel a little better.
\par There would be more dead T\_Men because of this, he knew. As soon as his people were ready for it, they'd go into the city and make them pay. The bastards would
 pay for Jose's death, for the fact that Carlos had to leave Jose lying there on the concrete like a dead dog, for the }{\i\f29 polic\'eda}{\f29  to find. They'd pay.
\par 
\par Sharanya sat quietly on the balcony of Nataniel's Santa Monica townhouse, listening to Lord Perenor's speech about the dangers of \-human magic and trying not to look too bored. }{\i\f29 This is so tedious,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 
Are all High Court Seelie elves like this idiot, unable to get to the point in less than twenty minutes of conversation?
\par A lord of the Unseelie Court would have gutted this Seelie idiot before he was halfway through this speech.}{\f29 
\par \'93 . . . which is why we can't let any of them live. We should hunt this new mage down and kill him now.\'94 Perenor concluded his speech and looked at her expectantly.
\par \'93Somehow, I can't understand your fears of human magic, my lord,\'94 Shari said. \'93After all, isn't your own daughter half\_human?\'94
\par The daughter in question was standing at the far edge of the balcony, gazing out at the darkened beach. It occurred to Shari that Ria Llewellyn 
was standing as far away as she could, and still be within hearing range of the conversation. Shari had disliked Ria Llewellyn from the moment they'd met, when the blond and elegant half\_
elven woman had looked at Shari like something she'd found under a rock. }{\i\f29 I wonder how long you'd survive in the \-Unseelie Court, darling?}{\f29  Shari thought. }{\i\f29 They'd probably have you for breakfast within ten minutes.}{\f29 
\par Ria spoke without looking at Shari or Perenor. \'93My mother is human, yes. But I don't think the fact that this new mage is human or elven really matters at all. The question is whether or not he's a danger to us. And I think he's not.\'94
 She gave Shari a calculating look. \'93I can't imagine a human, even a mage, as a danger to any of us. Certainly the \-Unseelie can handle any challenges, can't they?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe you'll find that out for yourself someday, Ria.}{\f29  \'93Of course we can,\'94 Shari said, smiling. \'93But capturing this human without killing it might prove a little more difficult. Nataniel wants it alive; he believes this human c
ould be useful to us. If we need any assistance, it would be for that purpose.\'94
\par \'93You think you could use a human mage? But you can't trust humans at all, they're\emdash \'94 Perenor \-began, and was interrupted by Ria.
\par \'93No, Father,\'94 Ria said tartly. \'93I've learned that you can't trust }{\i\f29 anyone, }{\f29 humans or elves, and \-
especially the Unseelie. I didn't ask for this meeting with Sharanya, and I'm wondering if we're going to do anything but talk about some insignificant human mage tonight. You told me that the Unseelie wanted
 to discuss a business proposition with me. Something to do with a loan of over twenty million dollars? Chasing down a human mage isn't my idea of a multi\_
million dollar business proposition. If we have nothing else to discuss, then I have my own business to attend to, elsewhere.\'94}{\i\f29 
\par My, what a prickly bitch. Maybe she would survive the Court after all. Better to play this carefully; we need that money. These Seelie fools can't know yet that Nataniel's being investigated for counterfeiting. I told him to be mo
re careful with conjuring cash, but my lord didn't listen. Our next sources of financing must be impeccably clean, or the Feds will be onto us in an instant.}{\f29  \'93Nataniel and I know what a successful businesswoman you are, Ria,\'94
 Shari said silkily. \'93That's why I asked Perenor to arrange this meeting\emdash to discuss a joint venture with your Llewellyn Corporation.\'94
\par \'93What, dealing drugs? That's not an interest of mine.\'94
\par Shari bit back a quick retort, speaking in a quieter tone. \'93Don't tell me that you suffer from ethics? There's very good money in narcotics, and I'd heard that you were a smart businesswoman, \-
interested in making a good profit rather than any foolish human ethics.\'94
\par \'93Ethics?\'94 Ria shook her head. \'93No, I don't have any problems with ethics. The question is risk versus benefit. I assume you've heard of RICO? The Racketeer\_
Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act? The one that allows the government to seize any assets that were acquired illegally? I have a multi\_million\_dollar, completely legal, business. Any legal difficulties with my \-
investment money would reflect back onto the Llewellyn Corporation and could result in a Federal seizure of assets. I won't risk it. Tell me about a profitable and legal investment, and I'll consider that. But not drugs, no thank you.\'94
\par Shari considered that for a moment. \'93We can \-offer excellent terms for your legal risks and some good layering to separate your investment from your operations. Perhaps investing in a third\_party venture? Such as an air cargo company?\'94 }{\i\f29 
Damn her, we need the money to invest in the new aircraft fleet, or it'll be another year before we expand into Northern California. We'll lose our competitive edge to the local humans, which will mean a long battle to win it b
ack, a lot of wasted effort, and spilled human blood. We need that money }{\f29 now.
\par \'93Still too dangerous. Even if you hide the \-direct ownership linkages, what happens to that air cargo company's profit line when the Feds confiscate the aircraft?\'94 Ria said, then smiled suddenly. \'93
Of course, Nataniel keeps his limited partnership ownership of that Las Vegas hotel entirely separate from his other businesses, doesn't he? Perhaps in exchange for a percentage in that business, I could be persuaded to invest in the hot
el. That would free up some of your operating capital for these other . . . ventures.\'94
\par Shari pretended to consider that for a moment, but she was seething inside. }{\i\f29 She's done her homework, this one. Nataniel was a fool for saying that we could control her easily, that she's just her \-
father's pawn. But this may be the only route we can go. If only my lord Nataniel hadn't told me that we need her aid, I'd teach this little human bitch some proper respect for the Unseelie Court. . . . }{\f29 \'93I'll suggest it to him,\'94 Shari said. 
\'93In the meantime, I think\emdash \'94 She stopped, listening intently. Not to any audible sound, but something far away, a distant echo that resonated in her bones. It was the noise of magic, someone working a major sorcery. She recognized it instantly
: it was the human mage.}{\i\f29 
\par \'93I can sense it too, Shari. It's in the San Fernando Valley,\'94 Ria said quietly. \'93Studio City, I think, or maybe Van Nuys.\'94
\par Shari stood up. \'93I'll need to go track it down \-immediately. If you'll excuse me . . .\'94 She saw the glint in Perenor's eyes, a thinly disguised hunger.
\par \'93Would you like my company, Sharanya?\'94 Perenor said, but she could hear the eagerness beneath his cultured tones. \'93This could be dangerous for you. I know you have considerable talents, but you might want some extra protection.\'94
\par He enjoys killing them,}{\f29  she realized. }{\i\f29 It's like a game for him, more than anything else. This is \-closest we have to the Great Hunt now that we live among the humans, chasing down these pitiful \-
human mages. Such a pity that Nataniel ordered me to bring this human back alive\emdash I would enjoy killing it, if I could.
\par And Perenor is a handsome man, for a Seelie, as handsome as Nataniel. I wonder what he would be like, flushed in the success of a Great Hunt, glorying in his kill? Perhaps I'll find that out for myself, someday}{\f29 . \'93
My lord, your company would be welcome, but I must caution you: Nataniel ordered me to capture this mage alive, and he would be very displeased if it were to die unexpectedly.\'94
\par \'93I understand,\'94 Perenor said, though she could hear the frustration in his voice. }{\i\f29 Maybe I can channel that frustration into another arena,}{\f29  Shari thought with a silent laugh. }{\i\f29 
We'll see how skilled you really are, my lord Perenor.}{\f29 
\par \'93Enjoy yourselves,\'94 Ria Llewellyn said, reaching for her purse and silk jacket. \'93I have some real work to do, if you don't mind. I'm sure we'll talk later about these investments, Shari. Call me when you two are . . . finished.\'94
\par Shari flushed slightly, realizing that her thoughts must have been transparent as glass to the woman. }{\i\f29 Someday you'll learn respect for your betters, half\_breed bitch,}{\f29  Shari thought, and smiled a cordial farewell to Ria Llewellyn. }{
\i\f29 But until then, I suppose I'll have to amuse myself in other ways. . . .}{\f29  She extended her arm to Perenor, who gave her a courtly bow before escorting her from the townhouse.
\par 
\par Elizabet hesitated at the warehouse door, looking around the deserted street before touching the half\_open door. She could still feel the residue of magic within, n
ow slowly fading. It had been enough magic to startle her from her preoccupation with a backlog of juvenile\_
related files and bring her here, to this industrial zone. She wasn't certain what she'd find inside, but guessed that she had better be careful. Sh
e pushed the door further open with her foot, not wanting to leave any fingerprints on the smooth metal doorknob.
\par \'93Oh, God!\'94
\par She stared in horror. The warehouse floor was splattered with blood and worse, bullet holes in the wooden boxes and walls. Five young men were lying motionless on the floor . . . she moved to the closest blood\_
spattered boy and searched for a pulse on his carotid artery.
\par He was dead.
\par So were the other boys. From the temperature of the first boy's skin, Elizabet knew it had happened at
 least an hour before, maybe longer. She leaned against one of the shattered crates, breathing deeply. These boys were dead . . . there was nothing more she could do for them. But from the magic she could still feel rippling through this place, she knew t
hat Kayla had been here, and that the girl had healed someone, or more than one person. She cringed at the thought of Kayla doing a multiple healing. }{\i\f29 
The girl is powerful, true, a hundred times more than myself. But if laying hands on one person is enough to make me nearly faint, what would healing several people at one time do to Kayla?}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 First things first. Survey the damage, learn everything you can, and then draw your conclusions. Don't jump to conclusions; conclusions can be deadly. There's no margin for error here, not now. }{\f29 
\par She walked through the warehouse, being careful not to disturb the blood marks on the floor. Yes, there had been more wounded people here, by the looks of it\emdash at least a dozen, all told. And the traces of magic . . . six places where s
he could sense magic, still glowing faintly against the concrete of the floor.
\par }{\i\f29 Six healings? That would've killed me for certain, and I don't think even Kayla could've survived that.}{\f29 
\par No, she was sure that she would've known if Kayla had died here. There would have been }{\i\f29 something,}{\f29  some sign of it.
\par She heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the warehouse and moved quickly toward the office at the back of the building. Inside the darkened \-office, she saw another door leading to the outside. But she could
 hear footsteps on the concrete outside. She pressed herself back against the wall, out of sight of the large glass window that looked out onto the warehouse.
\par \'93My, what a mess.\'94 The voice was feminine and distinctly sardonic.
\par \'93They're all dead,\'94 a male voice said.
\par Elizabet risked a glance through the open glass window, wanting to see who was talking so cavalierly over the bodies of those dead boys.
\par The pair looked normal enough. An older silver\_haired man in a gray business suit, and a young dark\_haired wom
an in a black miniskirt, blouse, and fashionable jacket, talking calmly as they stood amid the bodies and blood. It was that calm that frightened Elizabet as she ducked back into hiding, and something else that took a minute to register.
\par Their ears. Their long, curved, }{\i\f29 pointed}{\f29  ears.
\par She knew what they were. Elves. The Faerie Folk. Even as the shock hit her, she knew that it was true. Gram had ta
lked of them once, when she was already in the nursing home, about how she'd danced with elves on a warm Georgia summer night. Tall, graceful, inhumanly beautiful elves, who had whirled her around in a wild midnight dance before vanishing away again at su
nrise. Elizabet hadn't thought anything of it at the time, thinking it was only a dying woman's fever dreams.
\par The elves Gram had met were happy, benevolent creatures. This pair was more alien than that, with their obvious indifference to the dead boys on th
e floor. She didn't know why they were here, but guessed that it wasn't a social call. If she could get out of here without them realizing that she was here at all. . . . 
\par She edged as close as she could to the open window, listening intently.
\par \'93Any sign of the human mage?\'94 Elizabet thought she could hear disappointment in that quiet male voice.
\par \'93Not unless the mage is one of these dead idiots on the floor, my dear Perenor,\'94 the girl said. \'93No, I think our mage has fled again. It's been damn difficult to track that creature down. Once it stops using magic, I can't follow it at all. . . .
\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Kayla! They're hunting Kayla, these elves!}{\f29 
\par \'93It's only a matter of time until you find it, Sharanya. I have complete confidence in you, m'lady.\'94
\par Elizabet glanced at the closed door and wondered if she could open it without the Fay noticing her. She could crawl to the door out of view of the window, that wasn't a problem, but then she'd have to stand up and unlock the door. . . . 
\par She crouched down and crawled across the clutte
red office, straightening very slowly when she reached the door. Now she was in full sight, though the office was dark enough, and she knew it would be difficult to see her. Her hand fumbled for the deadbolts on the door.
\par \'93Look at this, Shari. They're all wearing similarly colored shirts.\'94
\par \'93Yes, they are. . . .\'94 Elizabet watched as the girl knelt by one of the dead bodies.
\par \'93Do you recognize him?\'94 the man asked.
\par \'93No. But I recognize the color of that sweatshirt. He's a part of a gang, one that buys drugs from Nataniel. They're from the Inner City . . . I wonder why he's here, so far from home.\'94
\par The man extended a graceful hand to help the girl back to her feet. \'93A street gang war?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 A street gang? That doesn't make any sense. Why would Kayla be involved with a street gang?}{\f29  }{\i\f29 Unless it's something the girl didn't tell me before, that she's a gangbanger. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Quite possibly. That's something I can find out, easily enough. That'll be our next stop, I think . . . I'd like to find out who these children are, and why our little mage is involved with a street gang.\'94 Her head cocked suddenly. \'93
Perenor, did you hear something?\'94
\par Elizabet froze next to the door, not daring to move. }{\i\f29 I'm not here,}{\f29  she thought, imagining herself as invisible, part of the wall. }{\i\f29 I'm not here, I'm not here . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Is there someone else in here?\'94 the man asked. \'93I thought I heard something. . . .\'94
\par }{\i\f29 They know I'm here!}{\f29 
\par Elizabet took a deep breath, and another, and then flung the door open and leaped through.
\par There was a noise behind her, like a sudden thunderstorm, and the crackle of electricity. Elizabet slammed the warehouse door shut \-
behind her, letting go of the doorknob an instant before it melted into slag. There was the sound of a muffled curse a moment later, and the door rattled but didn't open. \'93The other door!\'94
 she heard the man's voice say, but she was already running for her car.
\par She fumbled with the keys, wasting a precious second or two to unlock the door, then slid into the driver's seat and jammed the key into the ignition. She acce
lerated away from the warehouse, glancing back in the mirror to see the two figures emerging from the far side of the building, staring after her as she drove away. Two minutes later, driving down Oxnard Street toward the 101 Freeway, she finally remember
ed to breathe again.
\par Elves who were looking for Kayla. Dead boys from a street gang. }{\i\f29 What in the hell is that girl involved in?}{\f29 
\par She had been afraid that someone other than herself was looking for Kayla.
\par Now she knew.
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Eight
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Kayla sat silently in the back seat as Carlos drove the car through the city. They weren't \-
going back to Roberta's apartment\emdash this was a different destination, somewhere further north. Ramon, still unconscious, lay close to her on the back seat. She held his hand, glancing out at the lights of the city as they drove past.
\par Manuel, the guy with the wounded shoulder, was in the front seat next to Carlos. Even from a few feet away, Kayla could tell that it hurt a great deal, though the bleeding had stopped beneath the shirt he'd wadde
d up against the wound, under his jacket. Some tiny part of her wanted to touch him and heal that pain, but she held herself back from it. }{\i\f29 Not now,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 And not ever again, if I can manage that.}{\f29 
 The image of the kid dying in front of her wouldn't leave her thoughts, burned into her mind. }{\i\f29 I'm never doing anything for Carlos or his homeboys again, ever.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 Except maybe Ramon.}{\f29  Her hand brushed his curly hair back from his forehead. She thought he looked a little better now, less pale. It was hard to tell in the dim glow from the streetlights.
\par Carlos parked the car in front of an old house on a quiet street. \'93I'll be back in a minute for Ramon,\'94 he said to Kayla. He got out and walked to the passenger side of the car, helping the other guy out of the car.
\par Kayla thought about taking off at a run while Carlos walked the other guy to the door of the house. Then she thought about the pistol in Carlos' belt\emdash would he hesitate to shoot her? Maybe, maybe not.
\par Carlos returned a minute later to sling Ramon over his shoulder and carry him out like a sack of potatoes. Kayla followed uncertainly.
\par Inside the house, a heavyset middle\_aged woman was crying and talking angrily in Spanish as she looked under the improvised bandage on the guy's shoulder. She wailed even louder as Carlos set \-Ramon down on the couch. He turned back to Kayla. \'93
You can do your magic on him now, }{\i\f29 bruja.\'94}{\f29 
\par \'93No,\'94 Kayla said, hoping her voice didn't sound as scared as she was. \'93I won't.\'94
\par He blinked, as if he thought he hadn't heard her correctly. \'93What?\'94
\par \'93I said, I'm not going to heal him.\'94
\par He nodded. \'93You must still be tired from everything you did earlier. That's all right, you can heal him later.\'94
\par \'93I'm not going to heal him at all.\'94
\par \'93You'll heal him, girl!\'94
\par \'93No, I won't!\'94
\par Carlos raised his hand, and Kayla was certain he was going to hit her again. \'93Carlos,\'94 Ramon called weakly from the couch. \'93Carlos, how did we get here?\'94
\par Carlos let his hand fall as he smiled at Ramon, a look of caring and concern replacing the anger on his face. \'93You're all right, Ramie?\'94
\par \'93I think so, but everything still hurts,\'94 Ramon said ruefully, and glanced at Kayla. \'93I remember that the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29  was doin
g a healing, and I thought something was wrong so I went to her, and then everything went black. I'm all right, Mama,\'94 he said to the woman fussing over him in Spanish. \'93Manuel's the one who was hurt, not me.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Mama? This lady is Ramon's mother?}{\f29 
\par Ramon turned to Kayla. \'93I heard what you said, Kayla. Will you heal my brother Manuel? Please? For me?\'94 His face was still very pale; the whiteness made the small scar stand out on his cheek even more, contrasting with his dark eyes.
\par She nodded. \'93Sure,\'94 she said.
\par Man
uel took off his jacket and removed the wadded shirt from the wound. The wound wasn't bad, more bloody than anything else. The bullet had scraped through the upper muscle on his shoulder; Kayla didn't know the name of it, but she traced it with her magic 
b
eneath his skin, seeing how it connected to the other muscles . . . with a start, she pulled herself back to the matter at hand. This healing was easy, compared to what she had done before. Within half a minute it was done, Manuel gingerly touching the cl
osed wound that had been open and bleeding a moment before.
\par \'93She obeys you, but not me,\'94 Carlos observed from the side. <T>
\par \'93Thank you, }{\i\f29 querida,\'94}{\f29  Ramon said. Their mother was alternately staring at Kayla and Manuel's healed shoulder, then muttered something in Spanish and left the room.
\par \'93She says you must be the Devil's daughter,\'94 Carlos said with a laugh.
\par Kayla considered hitting Carlos, then decided it would be more trouble than it was worth. She walked past him to the bathroom that she could see down the 
hallway. In the bathroom, she scrubbed the blood from her hands and tried to wash the blood marks from her shirt, without much success. Everything she owned seemed to be bloodstained now, or would be soon, the way things were going.
\par \'93We'll stay here tonight,\'94 Carlos said to her, standing in the open bathroom doorway. \'93Mama has set up the spare bedroom for you. You'll find everything you need.\'94
\par Kayla ignored him, concentrating on scrubbing her hands. There was blood under her fingernails which wouldn't come out. She reached for a washcloth to clean them.
\par Carlos moved closer to her; he caught her face in his hand and forced her to look at him. \'93What is wrong with you, }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 ? First you threaten to shoot me, now you won't talk to me. You did well tonight. You sh
ould be proud of yourself. So why are you angry at me?\'94
\par Kayla pulled away from him. \'93Because you let that kid die, you bastard!\'94
\par \'93But he was one of the T\_Men,\'94 Carlos said, as if that explained everything.
\par \'93He was a human being! He had a life, family and friends! I could've saved his life! He smiled at me before he died. . . .\'94
\par Carlos shook his head angrily. \'93He was one of those scum that are trying to kill us all! They started this, not us! And now Jose is dead because of them!\'94
\par \'93But you could stop it! It doesn't have to be this way. . . .\'94
\par \'93Is there any chance you two could stop arguing long enough for me to get some sleep, please?\'94 \-Ramon asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
\par \'93We'll talk later,\'94 Carlos said, glancing at Kayla.
\par \'93No, I want to talk now!\'94
\par \'93Maybe we should, Carlos,\'94 Ramon said. \'93I think there is a lot that needs to be said between us.\'94 He walked unsteadily back to the couch and patted a place for Kayla next to him. Kayla sat down, watching Carlos warily. Manuel, sittin
g near the window, took one glance at the dark looks on everyone's faces and left the room quickly.
\par \'93She's angry at me because of the black boy who died,\'94 Carlos said without preamble.
\par \'93Do you think that's the }{\i\f29 only}{\f29  reason I'm angry at you? Just because you
 kidnaped me, keep me locked up inside all the time, don't let me call anyone or go anywhere, and force me to do magic, that doesn't count for anything? Not to mention the fact that you stabbed me in Elizabet's house . . . that isn't anything to get angry
 about, is it?\'94
\par \'93I can understand that you would be angry about my cutting you that night, even though you healed yourself,\'94 Carlos said slowly. \'93But the rest of this . . . we need you. Don't you understand that? Tonight you proved how much we need you, you
 and your magic. . . .\'94
\par Kayla pounded her fist against the couch. \'93God, I hate this! All of you treat me like a walking first aid kit instead of a human being! And the magic\emdash I hate it, it makes me feel sick all the time. I hate it!\'94
\par \'93But you saved Fernando's life,\'94 Carlos \-protested. \'93And Luis, and Manny, and the others. Surely that's worth a little pain, isn't it?\'94
\par \'93Next time,\'94 Kayla said, glaring at Carlos, \'93try calling 911. 'Cause I'm never doing anything for you, ever again!\'94 Carlos looked like he was about to say something foul, when Ramon interjected, \'93
We owe her, brother. How many lives did she save \-tonight? We owe her for that.\'94
\par Carlos nodded grudgingly. \'93So, what do you want?\'94 he asked Kayla.
\par \'93I want to go home,\'94 she said. }{\i\f29 Home, back to Elizabet, please, that's all I want. . . . }{\f29 
\par Carlos shook his head. \'93No.\'94
\par Kayla felt tears starting in her eyes. \'93Please, I just want to go home. Can't you let me do that? Please?\'94
\par \'93No, absolutely not.\'94 Carlos' mouth was set in a firm line.
\par \'93Why not?\'94 Ramon asked suddenly. \'93Hasn't she done enough for us already?\'94
\par  <T>\'93But what about next time?\'94 Carlos said, standing up. He paced the room as he spoke. \'93Who will die because she isn't here to help them? No, she stays. We need her, now more than ever. Four of those }{\i\f29 bastardos}{\f29 
 died tonight, don't you remember? They'll be after us, even more than before.\'94
\par Ramon said something terse and short in Spanish.
\par Carlos' eyes widened; he answered in the same language. They argued in Spanish for \-another few seconds, then Carlos turned to Kayla, speaking \-angrily. \'93You've done this, you've turned my own brother against me!\'94 He glared at Ramon. \'93
And you! All you want is to sleep with the little }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 ! Do you care nothing about our people, our }{\i\f29 barrio}{\f29 ?\'94 He added something else in Spanish, spitting out the words, and \-
Ramon suddenly lunged for him, hands reaching for his throat.
\par Kayla jumped back as the two men fell to the floor, Carlos trying to keep Ramon from strangling him. Ramon landed one solid punch on Carlos' face before Carlos shoved 
him away. The younger man fell back against the couch, started to get to his feet again, and fainted.
\par She had started toward Ramon when Carlos' voice stopped her. \'93Don't touch my brother, you little }{\i\f29 puta,\'94}{\f29  Carlos snarled. \'93Stay far away from him.\'94
\par Kayla backed away toward the hallway, frightened by the look in Carlos' eyes. When he turned away to lift Ramon back onto the couch, she fled down the hallway.
\par She found the spare bedroom, a pair of worn pajamas and a towel set out neatly upon on the bed. Kayla flung herself down on the bed, \-
unable to keep from crying. She heard the sound of Carlos' footsteps in the hallway, another bedroom door closing. It suddenly occurred to her that no one was watching her, no one was guarding her. She could get out of here, t
his might be her only chance. She should run, run fast and far . . . 
\par She closed her eyes, desperately wanting to rest for just a moment, and then she would run, then she would . . . 
\par 
\par \'93Wake up, }{\i\f29 bruja,}{\f29  time to go.\'94 Carlos' hand shook her out of a pleasant 
dream, where she was walking with Elizabet along a pier, with the seagulls banking past overhead. . . .  She blinked and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Carlos was already dressed, though it was still dark outside, not \-really morning yet. \'93
Mama's cooking breakfast,\'94 he added, leaving the room.
\par Kayla got up, wishing she could've changed out of her clothes before falling asleep, or at least taken off her shoes, and followed the smell of cooking food out to the kitchen. She tiptoed through the living room, where Ra
mon was still asleep on the couch, and into the kitchen where Ramon's mama was busy working at the stove.
\par The Hispanic woman glanced at Kayla and then filled a plate for her, gest
uring at several glasses of orange juice on the counter and an open drawer of cutlery. Kayla didn't know the name of whatever it was that she was eating, but she didn't care. It tasted wonderful, made with potatoes and eggs and sausages, all mixed \-
together with salsa on flour tortillas. She finished the plate of food quickly and realized just how hungry she'd been. Not just hungry, but starving, as if she hadn't eaten in days. Maybe she could ransack the kitchen for something else . . . ?
\par The woman dumped another serving onto Kayla's plate and said something quietly in Spanish. Carlos, standing and eating on the other side of the kitchen, said, \'93She says thank you for healing Manuel last night.\'94
\par \'93What, I'm not the daughter of the Devil anymore?\'94 Kayla said around a mouthful of eggs and sausage. <T>
\par Carlos laughed, and spoke to his mother in Spanish. The older woman gave Kayla a frowning look and another comment before turning back to the sizzling pan on the stove.
\par \'93She says what you did was a miracle, and God's work. But you still shouldn't make fun of the Devil. He could hear you.\'94
\par \'93I wouldn't be surprised, I think he's eating breakfast right next to me,\'94 Kayla said under her breath. She shoveled more of the terrific food into her mouth, then set the empty p
late in the sink and headed back to the bathroom. She wanted to wash her face, maybe brush her teeth . . . 
\par Ramon was still asleep on the couch, curled up against the faded pillows. Like Kayla, he'd slept in his clothes, though someone had removed his shoes and set them on the floor beside the couch. Asleep, Ramon looked a little less like his brother Carlos.

\par She stood looking down at him for a long \-moment before she realized that Carlos was standing next to her. \'93You like him, don't you?\'94 he asked quietly.
\par \'93He treats me like a human being, which is more than you've ever done,\'94 Kayla whispered.
\par \'93I'm . . . I'm sorry,\'94 Carlos said after an awkward pause. \'93I don't know how to treat you at all. I want you to be happy, I want you to want to stay with us. Make yo
ur home with us, be one of us. But I don't know how to make you feel that way. And even if you're not happy, we need you too much. You saw what those }{\i\f29 bastardos}{\f29  did last night; it's a war between us now. . . .\'94
\par Kayla stared down at Ramon's sleeping face, not knowing what to say.
\par \'93I know you don't understand now, but maybe someday you will.\'94 Carlos knelt next to Ramon, resting his hand on his shoulder. \'93Wake up, Ramie, it's time to go,\'94 he said gently.
\par Ramon smiled sleepily at her and Carlos, and stretched. }{\i\f29 \'93Buenos d\'edas,\'94}{\f29  he said, yawning. Then his eyes widened. \'93Carlos, your face!\'94
\par \'93What? What's wrong with my face?\'94 Carlos asked.
\par Kayla looked closely at Carlos for the first time that morning and saw the darkened bruise around his left eye where Ramon had punched him. \'93Oh, my,\'94 she said weakly, as Ramon started to laugh. Carlos glared at them.
\par Manuel emerged from the bathroom, still toweling his hair dry, and looked at them curiously. Then, a moment later, asked: \'93Eh, Carlos, what's wrong with your face?\'94
\par Carlo
s gave the three of them a sour look and stomped away to the bathroom to look at his blackened eye. He muttered under his breath in Spanish for the entire drive back to Roberta's apartment, giving Kayla, Ramon, and Manuel foul looks every few minutes as h
e drove through the light early morning traffic.
\par 
\par Shari checked the address written in her notebook and considered the house in front of her. It was old, with peeling white paint and several cars parked out front. One car was a lovely white Mercedes convert
ible with custom leather seats, which also had a badly crunched front fender.
\par }{\i\f29 That's Razz's car. This must be the place.}{\f29  She glanced at her Rolex watch, a human affectation, to check the time. }{\i\f29 I'm an hour early, it's not even 8 }{\i\scaps\f29 A.M.}{\i\f29  yet, but no matter. I w
ant to be finished with this quickly and back in Las Vegas by tomorrow.}{\f29 
\par She walked up to the front door, sidestepping the broken glass on the walkway, and rang the doorbell.
\par A young black man opened the door and glared at her. \'93What you want, mama?\'94
\par \'93I'm here to see Razz Johnson. Escort me to him, if you would be so kind.\'94 She glimpsed a handgun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, half\_hidden by his blue sweatshirt. Even at this distance, the proximity of Cold Iron made her twitch. \'93
Hurry up, boy, he's expecting me.\'94
\par Another youth appeared behind the other, looking at her curiously. \'93Hey, it's Nate's babe. You here to get sky\_ed? Like, bringin' us some more rock an' flake?\'94 <T>
\par \'93I have a meeting with Razz,\'94 she repeated. \'93Would you please escort me to him?\'94 }{\i\f29 These fools know nothing of Courtly courtesy, or even common courtesy,}{\f29  she thought, irritated. }{\i\f29 
Where does Nataniel find these children? At least they're good for generating income, Nataniel said that this one group sells nearly a million dollars a month of various pharmaceuticals. Not bad, for street thug amateurs.}{\f29 
\par The youth opened the door for her, and she followed him past several boys playing at a green\_clothed billiards table and others lounging around on the chairs, all watching her with \-interest.
\par }{\i\f29 Yes, look at me,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 Can any of you see what I am, beneath the glamour of magic that hides my elfin nature? No, all you see is a beautiful \-human woman. Fools.}{\f29 
\par They walked down a short hallway to an \-improvised office. Razz was sprawled out on a couch, looking through a car magazine. He looked up as she entered the room. \'93Shari, right? Want some fresh rock? We got some hot shit here. Word.\'94
 He gestured at the table \-between them, which had several pipes and filled plastic bags set out upon it.
\par \'93No, thank you.\'94
 She looked at the drugs with thinly concealed distaste. Most humans were annoying enough when they were sober; intoxicated, they were usually insufferable. She hoped that Razz had enough brain cells left intact for her to conduct the necessary business.

\par \'93It's the flake your man sells to us,\'94 Razz added. \'93He's all right, my man, righteous. Not like some scrambling dealers, chalking their shit and acting all clocked out. So, mama, what can the Razzman do for you?\'94
\par \'93Nate sent me to Los Angeles on a particular \-errand,\'94 she said, choosing her words carefully. \'93
I'm trying to find someone. And I think that person may be linked to what happened last night at a warehouse in Van Nuys, that involved some of your boys. Do you know what happened there?\'94
\par Razz sat up suddenly, giving her a narrowed look. \'93Damn straight I know what happened there, lady. Those bastard homies, they killed four of my guys. Those fucking Tyrone Street homeboys, Carlos Hernandez's gang. They all live in Van Nuys, been se
lling shit in }{\i\f29 our}{\f29  territory. We went out there to teach 'em a lesson last night.\'94
\par \'93Your territory? Isn't your territory entirely on this side of the hills?\'94 Shari inquired.
\par \'93Used to be. We're expanding our business, y'know? Like a corporation, doing that hostile takeover shit. These guys wouldn't take a hint, so we went out there to reason with them, like. It didn't go down too well.\'94 He gave her an odd look. \'93
You didn't know that we were moving into other areas, mama? Nate was the man who suggested it, helped us scan the plan. He wants us to expand our turf so we can sell more rock for him. I bite his style, he's hot shit.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Oh, did he? That's something that dear Nataniel neglected to mention to me at all. I wonder why he's doing that? A little dangerous, I would think\emdash 
the odds are high that these boys would get themselves killed, and then we'd have to find new buyers for our supplies. Interesting that Nataniel would consider that a worthwhile effort.
\par But he's right, if they succeed, it means a substantially larger profit for Nataniel. And why should we care if any of these worthless humans die in the effort?}{\f29  \'93
Did any of your boys see anything unusual there last night? Anything you couldn't explain?\'94
\par \'93Like what, mama?\'94 Razz asked.
\par She thought about trying to explain magic to this human idiot and decided against it. \'93I need to go talk with these homeboys. I assume your people can direct me to their base of operations?\'94
\par \'93Lady, we took }{\i\f29 out}{\f29  their base last night. That warehouse was where they cut their rock and wash the shake. I can tell you where some of them live, though. We've been doing surveillance on them, y'know? Like a real military operation.
\'94
\par }{\i\f29 A real military operation. What an amusing thought.}{\f29  \'93Good. Let's go, then.\'94
\par \'93What, right now?\'94
\par \'93Of course.\'94 She stood, tapping her foot impatiently. \'93You said over the phone that you owe Nate for everything he's done for you. This is a minor favor I'm asking of you, to take me into this gang's territory.\'94
\par Razz shook his head. \'93No way, mama. Not that I'm dissin' you, but no can do till you tell me what's going down. We wiped their asses last night\emdash you think we're just gonna walk in there and smoke shit with them? They'll ice our asses.\'94
\par Shari thought about that for a moment. Razz couldn't use the information, couldn't even figure out who the mage was, probably.\~\'93All right, then. There's someone in the gang that I need to see. Someone unusual . . . someone who has the gift of magic.
\'94
\par \'93Magic?\'94 Razz grinned, showing two gold teeth. \'93You been smoking too much rock, mama. You sky\_ed. No such shit as magic.\'94
\par \'93You don't need to believe me,\'94 Shari said quietly. \'93But you'll take me there. You do owe Nate that much.\'94
\par Razz shrugged. \'93Yeah, I'm loyal to The Man, but we're not going in there without some serious firepower. I'll call the bros in for this.\'94
 He walked into the main room. Shari followed him, listening as he explained what they were going to do to the crowd near the pool table.
\par \'93Why are you listening to this white bitch, Razz?\'94 one of his boys asked. \'93Who gives a shit what she wants us to do? She's not The Man, she's just his babe.\'94
\par Shari considered the problem from a tactical viewpoint. She couldn't damage Razz's control of his group, since a change of command could \-endanger Nataniel's investments in this gang. Of c
ourse, an insult to her was also an insult to Nataniel, her liege lord. An interesting problem.
\par \'93I work for Nate,\'94 she said, the human nickname feeling awkward on her tongue, \'93who has kept you supplied in drugs, guns, and bribe money for the police for the last two years. \-Besides\emdash \'94
\par She had learned about human physiology on Nataniel's orders, after he'd brought her here to this human world from the Unseelie Court. She chose the exact attack and moved quickly to strike with her foot. Yes, perfect. The idiot 
crumpled on the spot, falling to his knees, clutching himself and gasping in pain.
\par \'93\emdash no one calls me a bitch.\'94 She glanced at Razz, who was staring at her in shock. She smiled to herself; if she'd }{\i\f29 really}{\f29  wanted to impress this leader of fools, she would ha
ve used magic to incinerate him. This way, perhaps his follower had a chance to learn from his mistake.
\par \'93I assume we won't need this idiot for this trip into the Valley,\'94 she said, pushing the semi\_conscious boy out of her way with her foot. \'93Shall we leave, Razz?\'94
\par He nodded, ordering his followers out to their cars.
\par 
\par \'93Carlos, what happened to your eye?\'94 Roberta asked as they walked into the apartment. Carlos gave her a sullen look and stalked past her, heading for the telephone. Kayla stifled a laugh.
\par \'93The entire }{\i\f29 barrio}{\f29  is talking about you now, after what happened last night,\'94 Roberta said to Kayla. \'93I wanted to thank you for healing Fernando.\'94
\par \'93Fernando?\'94
\par \'93He's my brother,\'94 Roberta said simply. \'93Every\-one has been bringing gifts for you,\'94 she added, a little shyly.
\par There was a pile of stuff on the table next to the couch. Kayla sat down to look at it: some chocolate and other candy, some cassette tapes, and a tall stack of paperback books.
\par Kayla picked up the book on the top of the stack, a fantasy novel with a horse on the cover, looking at it with interest. \'93Thanks.\'94
 She plunked herself down on the couch, glancing up occasionally as Carlos, Ramon, and Roberta discussed something in Spanish, and dove into the book.
\par The book was great fun, a story about a girl who ran away from home with the help of a magical white horse. Kayla smiled at that, wishing there had been a magical white horse to help }{\i\f29 her}{\f29 
 get away from the foster home. No, she and Billy and Liane had taken the RTD bus. A hell of a lot less romantic, and not nearly as much fun.
\par She didn't realize how caught up she was in the story until the next time she looked up, when she saw that she was alone in the room. No, there was someone seated by the door, one of the homeboys she didn't k
now or recognize. He was sitting quietly, just watching her.
\par She looked out the window, hearing the sound of someone banging a hammer against something metal. There was Fernando, half\_invisible under the hood of his car, pounding on something inside the engine. }{\i\f29 He must be doing fine,}{\f29  she thought. }
{\i\f29 I guess I did a better job on fixing his busted chest than I thought.}{\f29 
\par Roberta was talking with Fernando as he worked, carrying baby Juanita on her hip. Ramon was a few feet away, playing catch with some of the younger kids.
\par \'93Can I go downstairs?\'94 she asked the man.
\par He said something in Spanish, smiling at her.
\par \'93Uh . . . go downstairs?\'94 She pointed out the open window. \'93Can I?\'94 She looked down again and thought her heart was going to stop: she saw the white Mercedes 
with the trashed front fender, followed closely by several other cars, gliding down the street toward the apartment building.
\par \'93RAMON!\'94 she yelled at the top of her voice. He looked up, then turned in the direction she was pointing. A moment later he shouted something in Spanish and everyone, even the young children, all scattered for cover.
\par \'93Come on!\'94 She ran for the door, not caring whether the homeboy understood or followed. Kayla vaulted down the three flights of stairs, hearing the clatter of her guard's footsteps \-
behind her. She was out of the apartment building a moment later, looking around the street to get her bearings.
\par The Mercedes and the rest of the convoy had parked across the street, and a woman was getting out of the back seat of the white Mercedes. Kayla blinked once, uncertain what she was seeing, then stared.
\par This woman was beautiful, dressed like a model from a magazine, dark\_haired and with vivid blue eyes. No . . . inhumanly beautiful, that's what she was\emdash no real person could look like t
hat. And she was bright with magic, Kayla realized, brighter than anyone she'd ever seen, practically glowing around the edges with power. She couldn't be a real person, not and look like that. . . . 
\par But no real person had ears like this lady. }{\i\f29 Pointed}{\f29  ears, right out of Star Trek or one of her nightmares. . . . 
\par And no real person had eyes like hers, either, blue as gemstones and slitted like a cat's.
\par The woman saw Kayla staring at her, and smiled.
\par }{\i\f29 :Do you see me for what I am, girl?:}{\f29  The cool feminine voice said within Kayla's mind. }{\i\f29 :That's very good, because I can see you, as well. . . . :}{\f29 
\par 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Nine
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 
Kayla looked around quickly for somewhere to run, but the only obvious direction was back up the stairs, which wouldn't get her very far.
\par }{\i\f29 :Don't run, girl. I won't hurt you.:}{\f29  The voice spoke quietly in her mind. }{\i\f29 :Just stand still, be calm. Let me look at you.:}{\f29  The woman with the pointed ears walked closer to her, looking at her curiously.
\par \'93You're younger than I would've expected,\'94 the woman said aloud. \'93How old are you, girl . . . seventeen? Eighteen?\'94
\par \'93Fifteen,\'94 Kayla tried to say, but her voice wasn't working quite right. For the first time in her life, she understood what the expression about someone's \'93throat being tight with fear\'94 really meant\emdash she could
n't quite manage to say the word out loud.
\par \'93Fifteen,\'94 the woman repeated thoughtfully, as though Kayla had spoken. \'93That's very young, for one of your kind. I begin to see Nataniel's reasoning at last.\'94 She smiled. \'93My name is Shari, girl. I've traveled a long way to meet you.\'94

\par Behind Shari, she could see the T\_Men getting out of their cars. Some already had handguns ready, and one was carrying what looked like a submachine gun. Kayla swallowed awkwardly.
\par \'93We're not here for a fight,\'94 Shari said loudly. \'93I need to talk with Carlos Hernandez. Where is he?\'94
\par \'93He's not here,\'94 Ramon said. He walked forward from behind a parked van, matching gazes with the strange woman. Kayla wanted to scream. }{\i\f29 No, Ramon, please, don't get yourself killed, not over me. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93We need to talk,\'94 Shari said. \'93Tell him that I work for Nate Shea. He probably will recognize the name\emdash 
Nate is one of the major drug suppliers for downtown L.A. We don't supply the Tyrone Street Boys, but he should know the name. I need to talk to him . . .\'94\emdash her eyes drifted to Kayla, who felt like a rabbit caught out in front of a hawk\emdash 
\'93 . . . and that child as well. We'll wait in the car until Carlos arrives.\'94 She turned and walked back across the street, as elegant as a princess.
\par <W1%\_12>\'93<|><D%0>'Berta,\'94 Ramon called quietly, and Roberta edged forward from the side of the building. She looked like she was close to tears, holding Juanita protectively in her arms. \'93Go upstairs and call Carlos,\'94
 Ramon instructed Roberta. \'93And don't come back down here, no matter what happens.\'94
\par \'93Ramie, they might kill you!\'94
\par \'93I know, I know. Just go now, quickly. Kayla, you go with her.\'94
\par \'93I want to stay with you!\'94 Kayla protested.
\par Ramon gave her a sad smile. \'93Please, }{\i\f29 querida.}{\f29  You are a brave girl, but you shouldn't be here. Go upstairs now, please.\'94
\par Kayla glanced at the woman\emdash she could see her face, serene and inhuman, through the window of the white Mercedes. \'93Okay. Okay, I'll go up.\'94 She walked with Roberta to the entrance of the \-apartment building and up the three flights of
 stairs. Roberta set baby Juanita down on the couch and picked up the phone, dialing quickly. She spoke into it for a few minutes in Spanish, then hung up. As she picked up Juanita again, Kayla could see the tears in her eyes.
\par \'93Hey, it'll be okay,\'94 Kayla said, wondering if her words sounded as empty to Roberta as they did to her.
\par Roberta held the baby very close to her, tears falling down her face and soaking into the baby's shirt. Kayla sat next to her on the couch, not certain what to do. Hesitantly, she put her arm around Roberta's shoulders. \'93It'll be all right, you'll see.
\'94
\par The young woman shook her head, not answering.
\par The next half hour was the longest of Kayla's life, as she wondered who was going to come through the door next. Ramon and Carlos, to tell them that everything was okay? The woman and the T\_Men, planning to kill them?
\par That woman, Shari . . . Kayla still couldn't \-believe what she'd seen. She knew the woman wasn't a normal human being, but what else could she be? It didn't make any sense. There just weren't people with pointy ears walking around in Los Angeles\emdash 
she couldn't be real. \-Except that she was downstairs in the street right now, sitting in a white Mercedes.
\par She wanted to ask Roberta about it, but Roberta was obviously not interested in conversation. She sat nervously on the couch, waiting for something to happen.
\par Eventually there was a knock at the door, and when she saw that Roberta wasn't going to get up to answer it, Kayla walked over and opened the door. It was the homeboy who had been guarding Kayla. He spoke to Roberta in Spanish.
\par \'93You need to go with him,\'94 she said. \'93Carlos is downstairs, talking with the woman, and they need you there as well.\'94
\par Kayla followed him down to the street. Carlos and Ramon were standing on the sidewalk, talking with the woman. }{\i\f29 \'93Bruja,\'94}{\f29  Carlos said, \'93this woman has questions for you.\'94
\par \'93Tell me about your magic, girl,\'94 Shari said.
\par Feeling very self\_conscious, Kayla explained what had happened to her in the last two weeks, ending with walking into the warehouse after the gunfight last night and what had happened there. The woman nodded as she finished, and spoke quietly. \'93
I believe I may have a solution to the problems between the T\_Men and the \-Tyrone Street Boys. Nate is interested in you, girl. I believe he could end this war by paying off the T\_
Men, convincing them to pursue other ventures . . . if you will agree to work for him. He could make this financially \-lucrative for Carlos Hernandez and his Tyrone Street Boys, as well.\'94
\par \'93I'd be willing to help both groups, anybody who needs it,\'94 Kayla said. \'93Just so they stop killing each other. That's all I'm asking.\'94 She glanced at Ramon. \'93I don't want anyone else to get killed, y'know?\'94
\par \'93We'll think about it, after you leave,\'94 Carlos said. His lips were very tight, and he was watching the guys in the parked cars very closely.
\par \'93That would be fine.\'94 The woman removed a business card from her purse. \'93Call me later \-today, if you would. I'll talk to Nate immediately to work out the details.\'94
\par Carlos took the card from her. She walked back to the white Mercedes. A few minutes later, the convoy of cars left, following the Mercedes. Carlos stood watching until the last car disappeared around the corner. \'93Upstairs,\'94 he said abruptly. \'93
We have to talk about this now.\'94
\par \'93Didn't you guys see it?\'94 Kayla asked, running up the stairs behind Carlos and Ramon. \'93Didn't you see it?\'94
\par \'93See what, }{\i\f29 querida}{\f29 ?\'94 Ramon asked.
\par \'93That woman, Shari!\'94
\par \'93I've met Shari before,\'94 Carlos said grimly. \'93And her employer, Nate Shea. We are in worse trouble than we were before, Ramie.\'94
\par \'93But doesn't she look just a little . . . weird . . . to you? I mean, you saw it, right? Her face? Her eyes? Her }{\i\f29 ears}{\f29 ?\'94
\par \'93Stop talking nonsense, girl,\'94 Carlos said. \'93Her ears are just like the rest of her. We have serious business to talk about now.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 They didn't see it, neither of them saw that she isn't human.}{\f29  Kayla stopped for a moment on the stairs, staring at Carlos and Ramon. }{\i\f29 How could they miss it? She's got bigger ears than Mister Spock! Maybe she got those eyes from 
a fancy pair of contact lenses, but those ears were real! Come on, guys, I know you're not blind!
\par Maybe there's something else going on here. She recognized me the minute she saw me, she knew what I can do. Maybe this is some kind of thing that most people can't see, something to do with magic. I can see her for what she is, but no one else can.}{
\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 This is too weird for words!}{\f29 
\par Kayla followed them back into the apartment. Roberta was all over Carlos a half\_second later, crying and hugging him. He said something gentle to her in Spanish, and she went back to the couch, picking up little Juanita, who had started to roll \-
toward the edge of the sofa.
\par Carlos sat down heavily next to Roberta. For a moment, he played with baby Juanita, letting her tug on his fingers, before he spoke again. \'93I don't know what to do, Ramie. This is an impossible situation.\'94
\par \'93What's so impossible about it?\'94 Kayla spoke up. \'93Seems like it's the perfect solution, everything works out great for everyone.\'94
\par \'93It isn't that easy, }{\i\f29 bruja.\'94}{\f29 
\par \'93Why not?\'94
\par Ramon explained quietly, as Carlos stood and paced the room. \'93Nate Shea, that is why. He is a major drug supplier to most of Los Angeles, a very dangerous man. Our fight with the T\_Men is bad, but 
not as bad as angering Nate would be. At least in the war with the T\_Men, there's a chance we could win, or force them to quit.\'94
\par \'93But what she talked about was terrific! It could work!\'94
\par Carlos whirled to face her. \'93But what if it doesn't? Then we are in a war with not only the \-T\_Men but also Shea, who owns his own private army! We can't win!\'94
\par \'93But you don't have to fight!\'94
\par Carlos sat down on a chair across from her. \'93}{\i\f29 Bruja,}{\f29  you know that the T\_Men are trying to kill all of us. I think they might kill you, 
or worse, if you go with them. We can't trust them. Perhaps we can trust Nate Shea, but I don't know. The \-T\_
Men are a lot of business to Nate, millions of dollars a year, and he may decide to go along with what they want rather than lose their business. We're nothing beside that. And next to that, what are you?\'94 He shook his head. \'93No. I won't risk it.
\'94
\par \'93But don't you see, it could stop this war! I'm willing to take the risk,\'94 Kayla said, trying to keep from getting angry.
\par \'93And why are you so willing to take this risk for us?\'94 Carlos asked. \'93You're not one of us, you've said that yourself. Call 911, you said. Why have you changed your mind?\'94
\par Kayla flushed, and glanced at Ramon across the room. \'93I don't want anyone else to die. That's all. If I can make a difference, then I want to give it a try.\'94
\par \'93She has a point,\'94 Ramon began. \'93I agree that it's dangerous, but it could be worth a try.\'94
\par \'93But how do we know?\'94 Carlos paced to the window, looking out. \'93How do we know?\'94
\par \'93It's a leap of faith,\'94 Kayla said. \'93There isn't any way to know. Ramon . . . Ramon could go with me, make sure that they don't do anything bad to me. They ought to agree to that.\'94
\par \'93Eh, I like that idea,\'94 Ramon said, smiling at her.
\par \'93Be quiet!\'94 Carlos snapped at him. \'93Can't you see that all of this could be a trick? They'll take the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 
 away from us, and then there'll be nothing to stop them from killing all of us! Can't you think for once with something other than your }{\i\f29 pene}{\f29 ?\'94
\par Ramon's face flushed suddenly. \'93At least I'm not afraid to admit that I care about someone,\'94 he said, looking down at his shoes.
\par \'93No,\'94 Carlos said. \'93And that's final. I'm going to call this Shari woman and tell her that there is no deal. And you, girl, go pack up your clothes. We're taking you to another house, a safer place
. Roberta, you too. I want you to call Luisa and your cousins at work, tell them not to come home for a few days. The T\_Men know that you live here, and I think they'll be back.\'94
\par 
\par }{\i\f29 I don't know if we'll be safe, even here,}{\f29  Carlos thought, walking with the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 
 into Luis' home, an old house several miles away from Roberta's apartment. It was plainly furnished, but clean and neat. Luis and his wife showed Kayla to a small spare bedroom, as Carlos and half a dozen of his homeboys set up chairs in the living ro
om, carrying in pizza boxes and six\_packs of beer.
\par He tried not to think about it as they ate pizza for dinner, watching the football game on the television. Luis tried to make a joke about a bad football play, but no one laughed. Everyone was tense, even Ramon.
\par }{\i\f29 They know that the T\_Men are going to come after us, and maybe Shea's people, too. Did I do the right thing?}{\f29  he asked himself, glancing at the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29  seated across the room from him, watching the game.
\par The girl excused herself after the game ended, disappearing into the spare bedroom down the hall. Carlos caught Ramon watching her as she walked away, and smiled to himself. Now }{\i\f29 that}{\f29  was a good way to keep the }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 
 with them and happy, if only he could be certain that it wouldn't affect her magic. He needed to talk with his grandmother again, to find out more about whether letting Ramon sleep with the girl would hurt her magic.
\par He yawned and stretched. It was too early to be sleepy, not even 10 }{\scaps\f29 P.M.}{\f29  yet. He drank from his beer and yawned again.
\par Luis was already asleep, sitting on the couch with his arm around his wife. Ramon, too, looked like he was about to nod off. It had been a long day, true, but he knew he needed to tell one of the boys to stay awake, keep a watch for the T\_
Men. . . . The empty beer can slid from his fingers onto the floor as he yawned again. . . . 
\par 
\par Kayla tried to concentrate on reading the book about the magical white horses, but it was \-impossible. }{\i\f29 I can't believe Carlos is d
oing this. It'll never end now, not until everyone's dead . . . oh God, I don't want that to happen, I don't want to see \-Ramon dead. . . . }{\f29 
\par She stared at the open page of the book until the words blurred. Angrily, she brushed the tears away from her eyes. <T>
\par }{\i\f29 
It's not fair, it's not right. Maybe Carlos will change his mind, though I think there's a snowball's chance of that. But it's not too late. Hell, maybe I can convince Ramon to go over his head, call that Shari lady himself. Ramon understands, he know
s we should do this. But he lets Carlos make the decisions.}{\f29 
\par She didn't know when her mind had changed so much, from wanting to get away from Ramon and the homeboys to wanting to make sure that nothing bad happened to them. }{\i\f29 I should get out of here while I 
still can, before it gets worse. Wait for the right opportunity, maybe later \-tonight, and slip out of here when everyone's asleep. . . . }{\f29 
\par Through the wall, she could hear Carlos and the other homeboys talking about something. }{\i\f29 Don't think they're going to call it a night anytime soon.}{\f29 
\par She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. She didn't know why she was so tired, she'd slept late enough in the morning . . . it didn't make any sense, didn't . . . 
\par Kayla rubbed her eyes and picked up the book again. Maybe she was still exhausted from everything that had happened, maybe this was her body's way of telling her to chill out and get some rest. Maybe . . . maybe . . . 
\par The book slipped from her fingertips as she drifted off to sleep.
\par 
\par Sharanya stepped quietly in
to the house, past the sleeping figures in the living room. She paused in front of Carlos, deftly reaching into his shirt pocket to remove her business card. The card glowed slightly at her touch. No need to leave this behind, with its odd set of runes an
d glyphs disguised as a business logo. True, she might need to track down Carlos again, but better not to leave any clues \-behind. There was always the risk that someone else among the \-
Tyrone Street Boys would have some magical talent and figure out how she had tracked them to this place.
\par She walked down the short hallway, following her magic sense to a closed door. She opened it silently. Inside, the young mage was asleep on the bed, a book fallen by her open hand.
\par 
\par Kayla dreamed of dancing. It was a warm 
moonlit night, and she was standing in an open meadow that was ringed with tiny mushrooms, watching the dancers. All those strange people with the pointed ears and delicate, inhuman faces, dressed in elegant flowing clothing, whirled and turned to the mus
ic. The women wore long gowns of bright colors, silver and blue and green and gold, and the men were in short jackets and odd\_
looking pants, laughing and speaking among themselves as they moved through the dance. Kayla could hear the melody but she couldn't
 see the musicians, the slow strings and soft flutes, the delicate sound of a harp, playing from somewhere unseen. So she watched the dancers, entranced, as the beautiful people moved in graceful patterns on the silver\_edged grass.
\par Someone was calling to her, asking her to join them. She shook her head, terrified that she would ruin the beauty of the dance. She wasn't dressed for it, she didn't know how to dance . . . a silver\_
haired man smiled at her, and she saw that she was now dressed as they were, in a heavy gown of black velvet and pearls, swirling skirts that brushed against her bare feet.
\par Their hands reached to her, drawing her in. The silver\_haired man bowed to her as he took her hand, leading her in the steps of the dance.
\par Everything blurred around
 her as she danced: the world seeming to fade away to nothing but this meadow and the dancers, their laughter and words blending in with the music. The lights of the city beyond the car window blended in as well, melting into the moonlight and the dancing
 figures.
\par Kayla came back to herself with a start. The dancers faded away, to be replaced with the smooth leather seats and dark interior of a BMW convertible. The dark\_haired woman with the pointed ears\emdash Shari?\emdash 
was in the driver's seat next to her, watching Kayla with a small smile.
\par \'93Almost there,\'94 Shari said. \'93Are you awake now?\'94
\par \'93Where?\'94 Kayla tried to say, but her voice wasn't working right. She felt like she was still dancing, whirling and spinning in the patterns of the dance, with everything moving around her.
\par \'93I thought so,\'94 the woman said. \'93That's good . . . you'll need to be awake. Nataniel wants to talk with you.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Nataniel?}{\f29  Kayla wanted to ask, but decided against it. None of this made any sense. One minute she'd been asleep at the house, now she wa
s halfway across the city in a car with the weirdest lady she'd ever seen, with no memory of how she'd gotten there.
\par }{\i\f29 I have to get out of here!}{\f29 
\par She casually moved her hand to the door handle, ready to shove the door open and jump. The car wasn't going too 
fast; she could roll out and probably be okay, nothing worse than bruises. Kayla tensed to shove the door, then felt her hand lift from the handle, drifting back to her lap of its own accord. She looked over at the odd woman in shock.
\par Shari smiled.
\par Kayla c
lenched her hands into fists, trying to keep from shaking. It was all too weird, too much for her to understand. She thought about hitting the woman or grabbing for the hand brake to stop the car . . . her hands froze in place, she couldn't feel them anym
ore, couldn't even wiggle her fingers. \'93Just another few minutes, girl,\'94 Shari said without looking at her. \'93Sit there quietly, we'll be there soon.\'94<T>
\par }{\i\f29 How can I sit here quietly when you're screwing with my brain?}{\f29  Kayla wanted to scream at her, but her voice wasn't working any better than her hands. She sat quietly in the passenger seat of the car, \-
because she didn't have any choice in the matter.
\par She could still turn her head, though, so she looked out the window. They were driving down a residential street near the ocean; she could see the wide expanse of white beach beyond the houses.
\par Shari brought the car to a stop in front of a two\_story house. \'93It's just a few stairs up to the door. You can walk, can't you?\'94
\par For an answer, Kayla felt her legs straigh
ten and her hand push open the car door. She followed Shari up the steps and through the front door of the house, into the darkened hallway and back to an open patio door. Someone was outside, standing in the shadows on the deck, looking out at the bright
 moon on the blackness of the ocean.
\par \'93I've brought her, my lord,\'94 Shari said, and Kayla was surprised to hear the respectful tone in her voice.
\par The man turned. He was tall, with pointed ears and short pale blond hair, wearing a long robe that looked Japanese . . . }{\i\f29 
and he has blue eyes, those same catlike blue eyes that she has. And those slitted eyes are looking at me like a piece of dead meat, }{\f29 Kayla thought.}{\i\f29  Even Shari looks friendlier than this guy.}{\f29 
 Kayla wished she could run, just get anywhere away from these two, run away as fast as she could. . . . 
\par With a start, she felt her legs unlock, and fell backwards into a deck chair with a thump.
\par \'93Sit down, girl,\'94 Shari said unnecessarily.
\par \'93So, this is the new human mage,\'94 the man said quietly, walking closer. \'93She doesn't look like much, Shari.\'94
\par \'93There's no way to know what she can do,\'94 Shari said.
\par Kayla felt like a bug under a microscope, with the two strange people staring down at her. \'93Who are you, and what are you?\'94 she asked, as calmly as she could. \'93And why can't other people see what you are?\'94
\par The man nodded. \'93Good questions. I suppose I'll answer them.\'94 He pulled another deck chair closer and relaxed into it. \'93I am Nate Shea. Sharanya, you've met. To answer your second question: we are elven, the faerie folk.\'94
 He smiled as Kayla sat up straighter, staring at him. \'93Yes, all the old legends are true. The elf\_folk who live under the hill, dancing i
n the faerie ring in the moonlight . . . all quite true. When times became difficult, many centuries ago, we left the Old Country and came to America.\'94
\par His voice tightened. \'93I was a lord of our Court, a Prince. But many years ago, I was banished from our court because of my . . . ambitions. I came to the human world to begin again, with my faithful Sharanya and other followers at my side.\'94
 Kayla saw Shari's mouth twist at those last words, looking down at her hands. }{\i\f29 Not so faithful as all of that,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 This guy's not so smart. Can't he see that Shari hates him?}{\f29 
\par \'93And to answer your last question,\'94 Nataniel continued. \'93The humans don't see us as what we are because we don't want them to. Surely you can \-understand that, being what you are.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 And what does he think I am?}{\f29  Kayla wondered.
\par He smiled, as if knowing her thoughts. \'93A very frightened human child, who also knows the ways of magic.\'94 He took her hands in his, looking into her eyes. She couldn't look away, couldn't pull away . . . the room tilted 
around her, strange colors and scents moving past her. She saw a blur of images: herself, standing next to the racks of potato chips with the fire burning over her hands; Billy's blood on her fingers, the wound slowly sealing itself as she watched; the cr
azy man in the jail, shouting at her.
\par }{\i\f29 Devil's daughter!}{\f29  }{\i\f29 You're the Devil's daughter!}{\f29 
\par The images faded as her hands burst into flame, cold blue fire flickering over her fingers. It illuminated the patio, the light reflected in Nataniel's and Shari's catlike eyes.
\par \'93As I thought,\'94 Nataniel said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. He leaned back in his chair, watching her. \'93So, what shall we do with you, little girl?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 He makes my skin crawl,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 I don't know who this guy is, or what he wants with me, but I don't like the way he looks at me.}{\f29 
\par \'93Do you think she's strong enough to go against Queen Lilith, my lord?\'94 Shari asked quietly.
\par Nataniel's eyes never left Kayla's face. \'93Possibly. Quite possibly.\'94 He steepled his fingers together. \'93I have a busines
s proposition for you, girl. As I said, I am a banished prince, unjustly exiled from my homeland. If you're powerful enough, you could help me regain my position in the Unseelie Court. And I'd reward you greatly. What do you wish for?\'94
 He spread his hands wide. \'93Cars, jewelry, money, property . . . anything could be yours. Is there a man that you want? We can make sure that he'll \-always want you, that he'll never even think of anyone else.\'94
\par Kayla thought about one particular man and his laughing dark eyes. She thought about how she'd feel if she knew that he'd never leave her, he'd \-always love her . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 No. That's not right. They shouldn't do this to anyone. Playing with people's minds, treating them like they're toys\emdash that's not right.}{\f29 
\par \'93What\emdash what if I don't want to?\'94 she asked hesitantly. \'93What if I just want to go home?\'94
\par Nataniel shrugged. \'93Then you can leave, of course. We won't stop you.\'94
\par \'93You mean it?\'94 Kayla stared at him in surprise.
\par \'93Of course.\'94 He smiled. \'93I'm asking for your help, not demanding it. If you don't want to help me, you can leave, just walk out the door.\'94
\par Shari and Nataniel exchanged silent looks. Kayla thought she could hear a whisper of sound in the silence, something quieter than the waves against the sand, but it was too faint to make out all of the words. . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 : . . . through the Door, my lord?:
\par :If she survives, then she's of value to me. If not, then it makes no difference . . . :}{\f29 
\par Kayla decided she didn't like the look in their eyes at all. There was something in the way they were watching her, as if they were trying not to smile about a joke that she didn't know about.
\par \'93I'd like to go home and think about it,\'94 Kayla said at last. \'93If that's okay by you?\'94
\par \'93Just walk out the door, girl. We won't stop you,\'94 Nataniel said.
\par It sounded like the best idea yet. Maybe she could get some more information from Shari on the way home. . . . 
\par Kayla started through the patio door to walk through the house, and stopped in mid\_step.
\par Something was wrong. It was too quiet. It took her a half\_second to realize that the sound of the ocean waves had suddenly stopped.
\par And it was too dark, as though the streetlights had suddenly gone out, too. She squinted, trying to see anything in the pitch darkness, and then realized what else was wrong as well.
\par She was standing on uneven ground, not on the carpeted floor.
\par Kayla concentrated hard, imagining the blue fire coiling over her outstretched hand, the lines of light rippling over her fingers. . . . 
\par Her hand brightened with fire, enough to illuminate what was around her. She looked around quickly, and blinked.
\par She wasn't standing in the house. It was too dark to see, but she knew that she was Somewhere Else. Somewhere that smelled of tree
s and dead leaves and another smell that she couldn't identify, a strangely foul but sweet smell, like something dead and rotting. And there was something squishy underfoot that she couldn't identify, either. She stood very still, too startled and scared 
to move.
\par The area brightened suddenly with another light, as the full moon emerged from behind the thick dark clouds overhead, illuminating the trees around with a silvery light.
\par }{\i\f29 Trees!}{\f29 
\par It was a forest, she could instantly see that much. Not a house in Los Angeles, but a forest. A dark, apparently endless, forest, surrounding her with trees for as far as she could see in the dim light.
\par }{\i\f29 Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore,}{\f29  Kayla thought in shock, staring at the forest around her.
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Ten
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Kayla s
tood in a clearing, the damp dark leaves squishing beneath the soles of her sneakers, with a faint whispering wind through the trees the only sound around her. All she could see was the faint outline of dead, barren trees in all directions, dripping with 
slimy\_looking ivy and covered with ugly molds. And nothing else. This forest, whatever and wherever it was, was more desolate than anywhere she'd ever seen before.
\par She leaned against a tree trunk, not wanting to look at the gnarled, wiry shapes of the trees, with long, sinuous tendrils coiling around the lifeless branches.
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe I should just sit down and cry, }{\f29 she thought. }{\i\f29 No, that won't help anything. I don't know where in the hell I am, but this sure isn't Los \-Angeles anymore.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 I've read a lot of books, but none of them had any advice for what to do when some pointy\_eared slimeball dumps you out in the middle of nowhere in the dark! This is probably his idea of a great joke.}{\f29 
\par Something was watching her. She turned quickly, only to hear the rustle of branches and the cry of some forlorn bird, flying away. For a moment it was silhouetted against the moonlight, then she was alone again.
\par }{\i\f29 Well, I can't stand here all night. Might as well pick a direction and start walking.}{\f29 
\par After a few minutes, she was convinced th
at she'd picked the wrong direction. But nothing here looked at all familiar, or even like any other forest she'd heard of, for that matter. Most forests had trees that looked like they were alive, at least! This forest looked like it had been dead for a 
long, long time. }{\i\f29 Dead and left to rot,}{\f29  she decided.
\par And there was something else about it, something she couldn't quite put her finger on\emdash a feeling that more was wrong here than just rotting wood, a feeling of malevolence, as though the trees were dead but 
the forest was alive. As though there was something else here, hidden beneath the surface, watching her and laughing to itself.
\par }{\i\f29 And it doesn't like me very much.}{\f29 
\par She continued walking, just because there wasn't anything else she could do. She sure didn't want to sit down in the muck and wet leaves and stay here in this awful place.
\par The moon slid away again behind the dark clouds, and then she had to stop, just because there was no way to see where she was going in the pitch darkness.
\par As she waited for the moon to reappear, she heard a whisper of sound, something so faint she wasn't certain what it could be.
\par }{\i\f29 I wish I could've spent some time in Girl Scouts instead of in detention at school,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 They could've taught me to make fire out of nothing but 
sticks and my shoelaces, probably. As it is, I don't know what I can do. There's nothing here.
\par This has to be a dream. I'll wake up and find myself somewhere else, anywhere else. Even Roberta's apartment would be better than this!}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 I just don't understand. Why did Shari and Nataniel do this to me? What kind of game are they playing?}{\f29 
\par She heard the sound again, closer and more distinct, and with a chill touch of fear, knew what it was: the howling of wolves. She didn't know whether they could hear or smell her, all she knew was that she didn't want to be there when they arrived.
\par She picked a direction and started to run.
\par 
\par \'93The Hounds have scented prey,\'94 the Master of the Hunt said to Lady Catt, as he cantered easily on his horse. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the moonlit forest.
\par \'93Have they now?\'94 she replied in an uninterested tone. She turned away from him, ignoring the way his eyes flashed angrily within his horned helmet. His face was hidden by the helmet's dark mask, the way his leather and armor\_
garbed body was hidden by his cloak, but she could sense his anger. And she didn't care.
\par There was nothing for them here. They had long since exhausted any interesting prey for the Wild Hunt, and even the Master of the Hunt admitted it. And there would not be any more prey, ever again. Unseelie sorcery had stripped this forest of its \-
native magic, killing the trees and every other living thing that needed some touch of magic to survive, and Unseelie hunters had destroyed the last of th
e animals. They had drained this land so much that their own sorceries were limited by it; only the Queen, of the entire Unseelie Court, could still work her wreakings with the Greater Magic. As for Catt, she could not even work enough magic to conjure up
 the lovely clothes that she had once worn to these Hunts or change magically \-between those silken gowns into the heavy silver armor that she now wore.
\par But one of the ravens had said it had sighted something, perhaps a Seelie elf. A Seelie lord would be go
od sport. More than one would be a true battle, something none of them had seen in a long time. The mere thought of it had been enough to rouse the lethargic Unseelie from their Court, make them put on armor and swords dusty from disuse, and send them out
 on Hunt.
\par Lady Catt thought the bird was insane, personally.
\par There was nothing in this wilderness, not a Seelie or anything else.
\par }{\i\f29 So much for the grand entertainments of the \-Unseelie Court,}{\f29  she thought wryly. }{\i\f29 Is this what we've come to, we who once hunted 
Seelie High Court elves like deer in this forest? Chasing the illusions of Seelie prey? Is this what we are now? Brave hunters of squirrels?}{\f29 
\par \'93They've picked up a scent!\'94 the Master said, pointing to where the Hounds eagerly sniffed the dark ground. One of 
the Hounds bayed, then another, a fierce sound, and the others took up the call. The Hounds surged forward, away from the Unseelie lords and ladies astride their horses.
\par \'93It's a human!\'94 the Master shouted, bending low over the neck of his horse and spurring it into a gallop.
\par }{\i\f29 A human? But there are none left alive here, only the slaves and servants . . . it's not possible!}{\f29 
\par Catt raced after him, her own magic reaching out to find the source of the Hounds' eagerness. The other Unseelie lords followed them, no longer the disinterested, bored band of courtiers that had left the Queen's castle a few hours before.
\par \'93A human mage,\'94 Catt called, sensing the lure of power like a beacon in front of her. She could feel the incandescent glow of magic, bright against the d
eadness of the surrounding land and trees. It moved quickly through the trees before them. She sensed the sudden taste of fear rippling through the human's magic.
\par \'93We'll take it alive,\'94 she shouted, loud enough to be heard over the pummeling hooves of the horses on the damp ground. \'93A gift to our Queen!\'94
\par She was close enough to him that she could hear the snarl that transformed the Master's face beneath his horned helmet. \'93Do as I say,\'94 she hissed, \'93or risk }{\i\f29 Her}{\f29  wrath!\'94
\par He nodded once, then spurred his horse to even greater speed. The elven horses strained beneath their riders to follow him, moving quickly through the shadowed forest.
\par 
\par Kayla slid down a slimy embankment, landing on her knees in the icy water of the stream. She lurched to her feet again, scrambling for a handhold on the opposite bank.
\par }{\i\f29 Come on, run, they're closer, they're getting closer, they're\emdash }{\f29 
\par She grabbed for the low, glistening roots that extended out from the muddy bank above her head and screamed in sudden surprise as those roots came to life, wrapping themselves tightly around her hands and wrists. Kayla struggled to pull free, \-
unable to stop screaming.
\par She could feel the roots doing more than holding her fast; they were pulling at something inside her, feeding off the magic inside her. 
She tried even harder to pull free, then felt a surge of magic coursing through her hands from within, culminating in a bright flash of light. The roots fell away, shriveling and dying instantly, and Kayla fell backwards into the water with a splash.

\par For a moment, she couldn't do anything but hold her hands to her face and cry.
\par }{\i\f29 This place is so horrible, it's awful, please, somebody get me out of here!
\par Stop it! Got to keep running, keep running . . . }{\f29 
\par The wolves were getting closer every second. \-Regaining her feet, Kayla staggered down the streambed, sloshing through the cold water and \-
trying not to slip on the wet stones. She clambered up a sandy bank, carefully not touching any of the tree roots that dangled near her, and stopped for a moment at the top to catch her breath. She could hear the wolves howling frantically and eagerly.

\par Then, with an inhuman scream that echoed through the trees, a wolf burst from the cover of the trees on the opposite bank of the stream. In the split\_second that it paused ther
e, she saw it wasn't a wolf at all, but a black hound with yellow eyes, nearly as tall as she was. It howled once, triumphantly, and then leaped across the wide stream directly at her.
\par Kayla didn't even have enough time to scream as the gigantic hou
nd knocked her to the ground. She tried to roll out from under it, but its jaws clamped down on her arm, painful but not breaking the skin, holding her fast. Her struggles sent them rolling off the bank and into the icy water, but the dog's teeth wouldn't
 let go.
\par Desperate, Kayla grabbed for the dog's nose, twisting it sharply. The huge dog yelped in surprise and let go of her. She staggered to her feet and then ran as fast as she could, splashing down the stream.
\par As she ran, she could hear the whimpers and whining of the hound behind her, joined by the barks and howling of the rest of the pack.
\par The stream widened suddenly into a still lake, quiet and dark beneath the moonlight, surrounded by a meadow of tall grasses. Kayla fell onto the sandy shore, too exhausted to go any further. She crawled into the thick grass and lay there for a \-
moment, trying to catch her breath.
\par }{\i\f29 Please, just let me wake up now, make them go away, please please . . . }{\f29 
\par The howls of the hounds were all around her now, and a new sound: the stomping of horses' hooves and the jangle of metal. She tried to get up, and something kicked her back down again, something heavy and hard as stone.
\par She rolled away and managed to get up onto her knees, and saw the milling crowd of riders on horseback and dogs surrounding her. Another pair of hooves kicked close to her, and she ducked back, falling against the legs of another horse.
\par Someone laughed, a cruel sound, as Kayla made a wild dash to get past one of the horses. Something tripped her and she fell again, landing hard.
\par \'93Enough.\'94 The woman's voice was quiet, but loud enough to be heard above the sounds of the horses and the snarling dogs.
\par Kayla got up slowly as a single rider moved to face her. She couldn't see much of the woman, just a glint of bri
ght eyes, some kind of metal visible beneath her swirling long cloak. Her horse stamped angrily as it moved toward Kayla at its rider's urging, one slow step at a time.
\par The woman spoke again. \'93Well, well, what do we have here?\'94 Now that she was closer, Kay
la could see that she wore metal armor under the cloak, the bright steel reflecting the moonlight. The woman's face was as emotionless and as finely chiseled as glass. She stared at Kayla, who could now see the tips of pointed ears beneath the hood of the
 woman's cloak.
\par }{\i\f29 They're elves, they're all elves. . . . }{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 This can't be real, it can't be happening to me!}{\f29 
\par The other riders moved in, surrounding Kayla with stomping horses, the huge hounds circling her. The riders all wore silver and leather armor, which ja
ngled with their laughter as they closed in around her. And in their faces, she saw hatred and cruel pleasure, malevolent smiles on their fine features, moonlight reflected in a dozen pairs of eyes, ice blue and green, pale violet and silver. None of thos
e eyes looked even remotely friendly.
\par \'93Is it human?\'94 a man's voice asked.
\par \'93It has magic!\'94 another voice crowed exultantly.
\par \'93Can we kill it now?\'94 a third voice asked, dry and dusty as death.
\par \'93I want to wake up now,\'94 Kayla said to no one in particular. \'93This is an awful nightmare, and I really want to wake up now.\'94
\par She waited to see if anything would happen. The riders watched her in silence, the horses shifting and making odd snuffling sounds.
\par \'93It's only a human child,\'94 the woman said at last. \'93A little human girlchild with some magic. Nothing more than that.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe they'll be nice to me because I'm a kid?}{\f29  Kayla thought hopefully.
\par \'93Tie it up and bring it along,\'94 the woman said.
\par 
\par Kayla was more exhausted than she'd thought was possible. It felt as though she'd 
been running behind the horses for hours, with the sweat dripping down her forehead and into her eyes. With her hands tied and the rope fastened to the saddle of the woman in the silver metal \-armor, there was no way she could even wipe her face.
\par }{\i\f29 I'm sure I'm going to wake up any second now, }{\f29 she thought, feeling the burning pain in her legs getting worse by the minute. }{\i\f29 Any second now, I'll wake up and be somewhere else . . . any second now . . . }{\f29 
\par The moon was higher now, illuminating the entire forest with 
silvery light, and it was by that moonlight that Kayla first saw the castle, rising from the hill like something out of legend. Tall spires of gray stone arched upward, covered with ivy and hung with tattered cloth banners. Maybe once it had been beautifu
l, but now it looked as dead as the surrounding forest, dead and decaying.
\par There was no sign of life as they rode slowly over a creaking wooden bridge through the castle gates. She had to walk carefully to keep from falling over the pieces of wood and stone lying on the ground. The group of riders stopped in the open courtyard.

\par \'93I must change into court clothes before I go \-before Queen Lilith,\'94 the woman in armor said, dismounting from her horse and taking the rope that held Kayla's hands. \'93Come with me, girl,\'94 she said, tugging at the rope.
\par \'93Hey, I'm not a dog on a leash, lady!\'94 Kayla snapped.
\par She saw the smile that drifted across the woman's face beneath her cloak hood. \'93No, you are not,\'94
 she agreed, and with a deft movement, drew the knife at her belt. Kayla flinched back, but the woman only cut the rope. Kayla rubbed at her sore wrists, which were red and raw from the chafing of the rope. Without even thinking about it, she let the magi
c simmering within her rise to the surface, sparks of pale blue flickering over her skin. The abrasions and pain disappeared a moment later.
\par \'93A healer!\'94 someone murmured close to her, and the words were repeated by the others, gathering close around her. One of them reached for Kayla's hand with grasping long fingers, a broad\_
shouldered man wearing dark leathers and, oddly enough, a bright red cap on his head. She stepped back, not liking the look in his eyes.
\par \'93Don't touch her,\'94 the woman said. \'93She's mine, not any of yours. Unless you wish to fight me for her?\'94
\par The elf wearing the red cap backed away a step.
\par \'93I thought not.\'94 The woman pulled the hood of her cloak away from her face, staring at Kayla with an odd look in her green eyes. Without the hood, she looked much younger than Kayla had thought, short sandy\_
colored hair tousled around the fine features of her face and those long, pointed ears.<T>
\par \'93Come with me, girl,\'94 she said, abruptly turning and walking away. Kayla wondered whether she should follow, then saw the guy in the red cap watching her with eyes that burned. She headed quickly down the hallway to catch up with the woman.
\par Silently, they walked up a crumbling stone staircase, down shadowed hallways. }{\i\f29 What a dump,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 This isn't how I imagined a faerie castle would look. I wonder why they've let it turn into this mess?}{\f29 
\par \'93Once this was a lovely hall,\'94 the woman said, as if answering Kayla's unspoken question. \'93Once this was one of the finest castles of the Unseelie, gold and silver and glit
tering with magic. Once I was Lady Catt of the Unseelie Court, the Queen's right\_hand confidante, wearing fine silks and jewels in our moonlight dances, leading our Host to war against the Seelie. Now that is no more.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 I'm surprised she's talking to me like I'm a real person!}{\f29  Kayla thought. \'93What happened?\'94 she asked.
\par Catt didn't answer. She shoved at a closed wooden door, which creaked open slowly. Inside was a small room, not much different from a prison cell. There was only a cot with blankets laid over it, what looked like a large rack for \-
armor, and a standing closet. Ignoring Kayla, Catt undressed quickly, dropping her cloak and pieces of armor on the floor.
\par Kayla bent to look at it curiously, then blinked. }{\i\f29 It's not steel . . . it's solid silver!}{\f29  She turned, to see Catt lifting a lovely blue and silver gown from the closet, slipping it over her thin shoulders. Her very thin shoulders. }{
\i\f29 I'd think the lady was sick, she's so thin, but all these people look like that. . . . }{\f29  \'93Hey, this is silver, isn't it? That's worth a lot.\'94
\par \'93Is it worth much in the human realms?\'94 the elf\_woman asked, lacing the front of the gown. \'93Silver is not very rare here in the Unseelie lands.\'94 She fastened on the gown's long sleeves with ribbon ties, and Kayla saw that the gown was
n't as beautiful as she'd thought\emdash it was faded, marked with old stains, obviously old and worn. \'93I've thought of visiting the human worlds,\'94 Catt continued as she smoothed the heavy skirts of the dress. \'93
To see the realm of folk who live without true sorcery, building their tall towers and mechanical magics.\'94
\par \'93Why don't you go there?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par \'93Only those who are banished can go to the \-human lands. That is by the Queen's command. But I am curious about them.\'94 She shook her head. \'93Come. It is time to br
ing you before the Queen. I wish I could delay that longer, because I have many questions to ask about the human lands, but the Queen will already be impatient.\'94
\par \'93Hey, you can ask me those questions after I talk with her, right?\'94
\par Catt didn't answer.
\par }{\i\f29 This doesn't sound very good,}{\f29  Kayla thought, following Catt down the stairs and through the rabbit warren of twisty hallways. }{\i\f29 
I guess I could try to run away from her, get out of here, but where would I go? I don't know this place, don't know anything about how to get home from here. . . . }{\f29 
\par As they walked down a last curved flight of narrow stairs, hands suddenly grabbed Kayla and pulled her away from Catt. Laughing, the \-Unseelie courtiers, garbed in faded velvets and silks, dragged Kayla out into the huge hall.
 They spun and pushed her around, until all she could see was a blur of colors, red and blue and gold and green, and their laughing, cruel faces. As they shoved her forward, she had one glimpse of a huge room with vaulted stone ceilings and \-
giant fire pits along the sides of the room, filled with glowing coals. Stained and torn tapestries hung from the walls, which were black with soot and filth. Half\_
seen shadows flitted through the darkness of the hall behind the waiting crowd of brilliantly clothed elves.
\par The mass of people parted to admit her and her captors, revealing a silver\_haired old woman with eyes the color of ice, seated upon a carved stone chair. A long velvet gown the color of blood draped her thin figure, and two silent guards stood on either
 side of her, so motionless that they could've been carved from stone.
\par \'93So what have you brought me, my dear Catt?\'94 the old Queen asked in a thin voice, her eyes not wavering from Kayla.
\par Catt stepped forward and knelt gracefully. \'93A human child of magic, a gift to your Majesty,\'94
\par \'93Indeed,\'94 the Unseelie Queen said thoughtfully. \'93And do you have nothing to say for yourself, human child?\'94 she asked, gazing at Kayla with her colorless eyes. \'93Or are you so awed by the glory of the Unseelie Court that you have bee
n struck dumb?\'94
\par The courtiers tittered at the remark, and Kayla agreed with them. This place was shabby, not anything like what she'd imagined a queen's court would be.
\par \'93I'm not dumb,\'94 Kayla said, \'93And besides, this is only a dream. I don't believe in you!\'94
\par The elves laughed.
\par \'93I'll wake up in another few minutes, I'll be back in bed, and I probably won't even remember that I dreamed about you!\'94 Kayla said hotly.
\par \'93I want this one's blood,\'94 a chill voice said from behind her. She turned quickly, to see the broad\_shouldered elven man dressed in leather, with the red cap perched on his head. \'93I want this one's blood to dye my cap!\'94
 he repeated, staring at Kayla with hungry eyes.
\par She felt a chill run down her back. \'93Okay, I \-admit it,\'94 she said. \'93This isn't a dream, this is a nightmare. It's an awful nightmare, a real, genuine, honest\_to\_God nightmare, but I'm going to wake up from it, any minute now.\'94
\par There was another titter of laughter from the crowd, and the Unseelie Queen smiled. \'93What you believe and what will happen are two different things, child,\'94 she said. \'93
But, for the moment, you amuse me. So I will let you live, I think, at least for now.\'94
\par \'93Look, lady,\'94 Kayla said, starting forward. The sound of a dozen swords being drawn stopped her in her tracks. She glanced around nervously and then stepped back from the Queen's throne.
\par \'93You amuse me, child, but don't push your luck,\'94 the Queen said dryly.
\par Kayla nodded, her mouth dry.
\par \'93Now, tell me, how did you come here?\'94 the Queen asked. \'93Did you conjure a doorway with your own magics between the human lands and our own? You look too young and unskilled to accomplish such a feat.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 How do I explain what happened? And why in the hell should I explain anything to someone who's only part of a dream?}{\f29 
\par \'93You may think this is only a dream,\'94 the Queen said, idly viewing the jeweled rings on her long, \-tapered fingers. \'93But I assure you that it is quite real, and if you defy me, you
'll discover the reality of it in a most painful and immediate way. So, \-answer my question: how did you come here?\'94
\par \'93I don't know what you're talking about with doors and all of that,\'94 Kayla began. \'93All I know is one minute I was in Los Angeles\emdash well, Santa Monica, I think, but I'm not certain about that\emdash 
and then all of the sudden I'm out here. I bet Shari and Nataniel think this is some kind of a great joke. . . .\'94
\par As she said Nataniel's name, she felt a sudden chill run through the crowd, a tension as the smiles froze on the faces of those graceful figures.
\par \'93Let me kill it now!\'94 the man with the red cap hissed.
\par \'93In a moment,\'94 the Queen murmured. \'93First, I would hear all of this one's story. So, you \-admit that you are in league with Nataniel, who was banished many centuries ago to the human lands? I would have killed him for attempting to murder me,
\'94 she added in an undertone, \'93but he had too many loyal followers, and a war would have destroyed the \-Unseelie Court. Instead, I sent him and his followers to t
he human lands, where now, apparently, he is recruiting young humans to do his work for him.\'94
\par \'93I'm not working with him at all!\'94 Kayla protested. \'93Look, he kidnaped me, asked me if I wanted to work with him, I said no, and so he sent me here!\'94
\par \'93I see.\'94 The Queen was silent for a long \-moment, then spoke. \'93
Despite your words of innocence, I cannot believe that Nataniel would have brought you here if you were not allied with him and somehow part of a plot to overthrow my rule. Therefore, my Lord Skullcleaver . . .\'94
 She gestured at an Unseelie in dark armor, who stepped forward with a sword raised, firelight glinting off the blade.
\par Kayla swallowed. }{\i\f29 Even if this is a dream, this is getting way too real for me.}{\f29  She glanced at the Queen, who was sipping dark red w
ine from a crystal goblet, and felt a shock run through her. Something was wrong about the Queen, she could feel something was very wrong, and as the Queen brought the glass again to her lips, she knew what it was.
\par \'93You've been poisoned,\'94 Kayla said.
\par The swordsman stopped in mid\_step.
\par The Queen stared at her. \'93What did you say?\'94
\par \'93You've been poisoned,\'94 Kayla repeated. \'93And there's more of the poison in that glass. At least, I think it's poison. I don't know what it is, but I can see what it's doing to you, eating away at your mind and body. . . .\'94
\par The glass slipped from the Queen's hand and shattered on the stone floor.
\par \'93And how did you know this?\'94 the Queen asked, all traces of amusement gone from her voice. A sudden silence had fallen over the crowd.
\par \'93She's a healer,\'94 Catt whispered from behind her. \'93We saw her heal herself only a short while ago.\'94
\par \'93Is that true?\'94 the Queen asked Kayla.
\par She nodded. \'93It's what I do. I guess it's what you'd call my magic. There's something wrong with that goblet, I can't tell exactly what, but when you drank from it, I could see the poison affecting you.\'94
\par The Queen rose unsteadily from her throne, and the crowd parted instantly before her. She strode across the hall, toward an arched doorway on the far wall. \'93Bring the girl, Lady Catt,\'94 she said without looking back.
\par Catt pushed Kayla ahead of her, walking quickly. \'93Say nothing unless she speaks to you, if you value your life,\'94 the woman said tersely to Kayla.
\par }{\i\f29 Not a problem, I don't want to get in that lady's way, not when she's got that \'93To hell with patience, I'm going to kill someone\'94 look in her eyes!}{\f29 
\par A moment later they were in the kitchen, walking past the greasy wooden tables and cowering servants dressed in rags who were kneeling on the straw\-\_covered stone floor.
\par \'93Who poured my glass of wine?\'94 the Queen \-demanded, glancing around furiously at the terrified servants.
\par No one moved or spoke.
\par The Queen walked forward, her eyes moving over the servants' faces, and stopped in front of a kneeling woman. }{\i\f29 She's human like me,}{\f29  Kayla realized, seeing the woman's normal ears showing beneath her tangled mop of dark hair.
\par \'93I know what you did,\'94 the Queen said dangerously. \'93What did you put in my wine?\'94
\par \'93It wasn't me, milady,\'94 the woman wheezed, he
r face pale white beneath the grime. Impatiently, the Queen shoved her out of the way, searching through the items piled on the wooden table next to her, bowls and platters clattering haphazardly onto the floor. A moment later she straightened, something 
small and white clenched within her hand.
\par \'93What is this?\'94 she said, turning quickly to Kayla. \'93This is not of my realm. Do you know what this is?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 No\_Doz? What is a bottle of No\_Doz doing here?}{\f29 
\par \'93Uh, it's pills, Your Majesty,\'94 Kayla said, looking at the white plastic bottle. \'93No\_Doz. They're caffeine pills.\'94
\par The Queen's fingers whitened on the plastic bottle, and Catt made an odd choking sound. \'93Caffeine!\'94 the Queen said in a voice like ice. \'93Heads will roll over this,\'94 she whispered. \'93Heads will roll!\'94 She turned quickly to Kayla. \'93
Can you counter the poison, healer?\'94
\par \'93I think so,\'94 Kayla said uncertainly. \'93I mean, you didn't drink very much of it, so there's only a little in your system. . . .\'94
\par \'93Even small amounts of pure caffeine is deadly to our kind,\'94 the Queen said. \'93Work your magic, child. Heal me of this poison.\'94
\par Hesitantly, Kayla touched the Queen's pale white hands. In that instant, fire welled up from within her, blossoming around her. Suddenly she could see beneath that pale skin, the swirling patter
ns of power and lifeblood, and the darkening stain of shadow that was moving through her body. She could see the deadly effect of the caffeine upon the Queen, and before she could blink, the magic caught her up and plunged her into the healing.
\par She coaxed 
the poison out of the Queen's blood, changing it to something harmless that drifted away. It was more difficult than anything she'd ever done before, tracing those tiny molecules of death through the Queen's body and changing each one. When she finished, 
she realized that Catt was holding her up, keeping her from falling onto the stone floor. The Queen was standing silently, sparks of blue fire still flickering over her skin.
\par \'93Thank you,\'94 the Queen said stiffly. Kayla thought that maybe she'd never said those two words before. \'93Thank you, child.\'94 The Queen glided away without another word, walking back through the kitchen. \-
After a moment, Kayla felt strong enough to follow her. In the throne room, the Queen, calm and \-expressionless, seated herself without a word. The gathered courtiers watched her nervously.
\par \'93It is true, what the human child said,\'94 the Queen said at last. \'93I was poisoned.\'94
\par  The Queen's eyes traveled through the crowd, glancing at one elven lord and then another, \-until they fixed upon an elderly, gray\_
haired elven man garbed in black velvet, who was watching her with a composed face but terror in his eyes. His lips twitched once, and before he could smooth his features into another mask of impassiveness, the Queen pointed at him.
\par \'93He is responsible!\'94 the Queen said, gesturing with a pale finger at the elderly elf. \'93Take him outside and make him pay for his treachery!\'94
\par }{\i\f29 How . . . how did she know?}{\f29 
\par The silent swordsman and the Redcap moved to the old elf. They had taken him by the arms and dragg
ed him halfway across the hall before he reacted, shouting protestations of innocence and begging for mercy. The heavy twin doors of the hall shut upon his wild pleadings.
\par }{\i\f29 They're going to\emdash they're going to kill that old man!}{\f29 
\par \'93Wait . . .\'94 Kayla began, then saw the look in the Queen's eyes, intense hatred mixed with a cruel satisfaction, and knew that she couldn't say anything that would save the old man's life.
\par \'93Well, that's that,\'94 the Queen said, rubbing her hands together. She glanced at Kayla, who realized she was standing with her mouth open. \'93You have a question in your eyes, human child,\'94 she observed. \'93What is it?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 I don't want to say anything to this lady, I don't want to be here, I don't want to know what they're doing to that old man . . . how can she sit there, smiling, having just ordered those people to kill him?}{\f29 
\par Kayla felt sick to her stomach, thinking of the look on the old man's face. }{\i\f29 How can she be so cruel?
\par She's looking at me. I'd better say something, anything, before she gets angry at me. . . . }{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 Oh God, I hope this is a dream . . . this can't be real, it can't . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93How . . . how did you know that he was the one who tried to murder you?\'94 Kayla asked, hoping her voice wasn't trembling as much as she was.
\par The Queen shrugged. \'93I didn't. But I had to punish one of them. That particular lord had no loyalty among the others, none who would fight for him. And it certainly impressed the rest of these useless traitors.\'94
 She gestured at the elven courtiers, who were casually but obviously making their exits from the hall. Only Kayla and the wordless guards remained close to the Queen, and Catt, who stood near the Queen, watching Kayla silently. \'93
So, human child, the question \-remains of what I shall do with you,\'94 the elf queen continued.
\par Kayla thought about the elf lord who had just been dragged off to his execution and decided that maybe, just this one time, she wouldn't make any wise\_ass remarks. \'93Well, uh . . .\'94 she started awkwardly.
\par \'93Set your fears at rest, human child,\'94 the elf queen said, smiling indulgently. \'93I owe you a debt, and I would repay it. What do you wish for? Gold, jewels, fine clothes?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 These elves tend to think alike,}{\f29  Kayla thought, remembering a similar list that Nataniel had offered her. }{\i\f29 I wonder if she's going to offer me a Mercedes next?}{\f29 
\par \'93Actually, Your . . . Your Majesty, I'd really just like to go home. I didn't want to come here in the first place\emdash I mean, not that this is a bad place or anything, I kinda like the dead trees and the moldy castle and all, and it's sure been . .
 . been interesting, but I'd really like to go home. You don't need to give me anything else, that'd be more than enough.\'94
\par The Queen nodded. \'93A wish that is easily granted,\'94 she said. \'93Though I am surprised that you do not wish for anything more than that. I will draw a Doorway that will take you home.\'94
 The Queen closed her eyes, her fingers moving in an odd pattern. Pure white light began to \-appear around her fingers, lines and angles growing brighter and brighter.
\par \'93Thanks. Thanks a lot.\'94 }{\i\f29 Except, what's home for me now? Not Suite 230\emdash no, that really had never been home, and it sure wasn't now, not \-after everything that had happened. . . . 
\par Maybe Elizabet's would be home someday, but I never spent much time there, not enough to make me feel like I belonged.}{\f29 
\par Another thought came to mind; she thought about someone else, the young man with laughing dark eyes and unruly hair, the way he smiled at her, the way he made her feel so happy and safe. . . . 
\par She yawned, feeling very sleepy. Not surprising after everything that'd happened, all she wanted now was a comfortable bed, someplace warm to curl up and go to sleep. . . . 
\par The room was very bright as the Queen wove her magic spell, so bright that she had to close her eyes against the light. She stood in the light, feeling the warmth against her skin and seeing it through her closed eyes.
\par \'93Fare thee well, human child,\'94 the Unseelie Queen said in a quiet voice, her words very faint, as though fal
ling away. Kayla smiled and yawned again, pulling the blankets tighter around her. The bed was definitely warm enough, soft and comfortable. She snuggled up against the source of warmth, hearing an indistinct murmur in response. She smiled as she drifted 
off to sleep.
\par Something awakened her suddenly, someone shoving her away. Kayla yelled as she felt herself sliding out of the bed, unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. The light switched on suddenly, and she saw Ramon, a blanket clutched desperately around
 his naked body, staring down at her in surprise.
\par }{\i\f29 \'93Madre de Dios!\'94}{\f29 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \page Chapter Eleven
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93Ramon, what's wrong?\'94
 someone called from outside the bedroom, then the door was flung open. Roberta stood in the doorway, looking down at Kayla on the floor, and Ramon, wrapped in a blanket, on the bed. She began to laugh.
\par \'93It's not funny, Berta,\'94 Ramon began indignantly. Carlos appeared in the doorway, looking over Roberta's shoulder, his hair still dripping from the shower and a towel wrapped around his midriff.
\par His eyes darkened when he saw Kayla, and she felt a shiver run down her back. }{\i\f29 This is \-going to be bad. He's furious, I can tell by his eyes.}{\f29 
\par \'93Where did you find her?\'94 Carlos demanded of Ramon.
\par \'93I don't know, she just appeared, I woke up and she was here.\'94
\par Carlos crossed the room, reaching down to grab Kayla by the shoulders and hauling  her to her feet. \'93Where have you been, all this week? How did you get out of Luis' house?\'94
\par Kayla shook her head. Carlos' eyes narrowed, and he raised one hand. \'93You will talk to me, girl! You'll\emdash \'94
\par \'93Carlos, stop it!\'94 Roberta caught Carlos' raised hand, held it tightly in her own. He glared at her; to Kayla's surprise, Roberta glared right back at him. \'93She came back, right? That's all that matters. She is here now.\'94
\par \'93But she's\emdash \'94
\par \'93Carlos, you've dropped your towel,\'94 Roberta \-observed tartly, and Kayla quickly averted her eyes. \'93Go put on some clothes.\'94
\par With a last fierce look at Kayla, Carlos stalked away, slamming the bedroom door shut behind him.
\par \'93And you, Ramie!\'94 Roberta turned on him. \'93What were you doing with this girl in your room?\'94
\par \'93Roberta, I didn't do anything!\'94 Ramon protested.
\par }{\i\f29 Yeah, that's the pity,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 If he hadn't yelled so loudly . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93You didn't do anything because you didn't have enough time to do anything!\'94 Roberta countered.
\par \'93'Berta, that's not\emdash \'94 Everything blurred around Kayla, dizziness suddenly overwhelming her. She leaned against the wall, shaking her head.
\par Roberta said something terse in Spanish to \-Ramon, then to Kayla, \'93Girl, you're pale as a ghost. Come, I'll make you some hot chocolate, you'll feel better.\'94
\par \'93Just a second . . . I'm not feeling so great . . .\'94 Everything was spinning too fast. She closed her eyes and swallowed, wishing it would all just go away. She heard the sound of the bedroom door
 opening; Carlos and Ramon's voices, speaking in quiet Spanish.
\par \'93Where has she been for the last week?\'94 \-Ramon asked in English.
\par \'93I want to know how she got into your room,\'94 Roberta said, \'93when I know she didn't come through the front door. How did she get up to the third floor and get inside without opening a \-window? The window's still locked, Ramie, from the inside.
\'94
\par The dizziness cleared, slowly. Kayla straightened to meet Carlos' level gaze.
\par \'93She's a }{\i\f29 bruja,}{\f29  she can do many things,\'94 Carlos said, looking at her with expressionless dark eyes. \'93And now we have her back.\'94
\par 
\par Kayla sat next to the living room window, sipping from a steaming mug of spicy hot chocolate, listening to Ramon and Carlos arguing in Spanish across the room. Roberta sat near to her, watching her \-intently.
\par \'93Why did you come back?\'94 the Hispanic girl asked suddenly.
\par Kayla looked down at her mug, not answering.
\par \'93I don't understand it. I know you don't like \-Carlos . . .\'94
\par }{\i\f29 That's the understatement of the century,}{\f29  Kayla thought.
\par \'93 . . . and you never wanted to be here at all. So why did you come back?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 I wish I knew. I must've wanted to come back here, or the Unseelie Queen would've sent me somewhere else. And what happens now? }{\f29 
\par \'93It's settled,\'94 Carlos said, standing up. \'93Ramie will take you to the apartment. You'll be safe there, safer than here. We'll need to keep some homeboys there to protect you all the time.\'94
\par \'93Listen . . .\'94 Kayla began, then faltered, seeing the look in Carlos' eyes. She marshaled all the courage she had\emdash }{\i\f29 which isn't much,}{\f29  she thought. \'93Carlos, can we . . . can we talk about this? I don't .
 . . I don't want to be a prisoner, locked up somewhere. I want to go home. Please. That's all I want.\'94
\par Carlos stood silently, looking at her with \-unreadable dark eyes.
\par Ramon broke the awkward silence. \'93You don't know what's happened in the last week, }{\i\f29 querida. }{\f29 The}{\i\f29  bastardos}{\f29 
 have been coming around here all the time. None of us can go out alone. It's very dangerous. I think Carlos is right, you should go to the safest place we know. There are many lives depending on you.\'94 
\par }{\i\f29 But I don't want these people depending on me!}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 I just want to be what I was before, just plain, ordinary Kayla, no one special, no one that anyone cares about.}{\f29 
\par \'93You're going to live in the apartment,\'94 Carlos said in a tone that allowed no argument. \'93And Ramon will stay with you. He can watch over you. And Fernando will be there too,\'94 Carlos added, as Ramon grinned at Kayla. \'93Just to watch over \-
Ramon!
\par \'93But first we'll stop at the hospital, where you will heal our people. It's too dangerous to leave them there; the }{\i\f29 polic\'eda}{\f29  won't
 let us guard them. There's no one to make sure that the bastards don't come after them. And there's no way we can leave them guns to defend themselves with. We'll go there and you'll heal Luis so he can leave the hospital, then take you to a safe place.
\'94<T>
\par \'93But\emdash \'94
\par \'93No more arguing,\'94 Carlos said, cutting off Kayla's words. \'93That is what we're going to do.\'94
\par 
\par }\pard \qc \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 * * *
\par }\pard \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 In the bedroom, Kayla stuffed her other pair of jeans into the plastic shopping bag, throwing in some socks after it.
\par }{\i\f29 God, why did I come back here? I'm never going to get free of Carlos, ever. . . . }{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 \'93Querida?\'94}{\f29 
\par Kayla turned to glare at Ramon. \'93What do you want?\'94
\par \'93I wanted to see if you needed any help getting your things together. You sound like you're a little angry?\'94
\par \'93A little angry? Look, I don't want to talk to you about it! You're as bad as Carlos\emdash you just think of me as a walking medical kit, not a person!\'94
\par He moved closer, taking the shopping bag from her hands. \'93You know I don't think of you as that. I'll take this to the car. By the way,\'94 he said as he walked to the door, \'93your leather jacket is in the closet.\'94
\par Kayla opened the closet door. She yanked the jacket from the hanger and pulled it on. The warm smell of leather touched with a hint of Ramon's \-aftershave surrounded her. }{\i\f29 This is what I'm going to be, }{\f29 she thought. }{\i\f29 
As tough as leather, as hard as the studs on this jacket. It's what I have to be.}{\f29 
\par There were several safety pins on the dresser. She took out the silver hoops and dropped them into her jeans pocket. She fastened a safety pin in each of her ears, then followed Ramon downstairs to the car, where Carlos and Roberta were already waiting.

\par 
\par They were halfway up the steps to the hospital entrance when Kayla stopped, unable to walk any further.
\par \'93Come on, it's too dangerous to stand out here,\'94 Carlos said impatiently, glaring at her.
\par The sensation of pain and fear emanating from the hospital crawled over her skin, tightening around her throat. She couldn't speak, almost couldn't breathe. \'93Ramie,\'94 she whispered, \'93I don't want to go in there. It hurts too much.\'94
\par Ramon took her hand, his fingers tight around hers. \'93I don't like hospitals, either,\'94 he said. \'93You can do it, }{\i\f29 querida.}{\f29  I know you can.\'94
\par \'93Come on,\'94 Carlos urged, looking around nervously.
\par Holding onto Ramon's hand, Kayla walked through the hospital doors. The emotional noise hit her like a fist, and she nearly fell. Ramon's arm was around her shoulders, holding her upright.
\par She moved blindly, holding onto him with all her strength, unable to see or hear anything with the cacophony
 raging around her. Her vision cleared, and she saw that they were in a deserted corridor. There was a policeman seated on a folding chair outside the closest room, watching them with narrowed eyes.
\par \'93We're here to see Luis,\'94 Carlos said to the policeman, not bothering to disguise the hatred in his voice.
\par The policeman glared back at Carlos. \'93No visitors, homeboy. Visiting hours won't start for another couple hours.\'94
\par \'93Please, he's our friend, can't we see him?\'94 Roberta pleaded.
\par The cop's expression softened a little, looking at Roberta. \'93Okay, okay, but only for a few minutes. And only you two, the girls. The boys will have to wait outside.\'94
\par \'93But\emdash \'94 Ramon began. Carlos put his hand on Ramon's arm.
\par \'93That's fine,\'94 he said quietly. \'93Kayla is the one who needs to see Luis, not us.\'94 They sat down to wait outside, as Roberta and Kayla went into the room.
\par  Inside the hospital room, Luis was asleep in his bed. A bandage covered him from his shoulder down to his waist, and a drip line was connected to his wrist, the IV bag hanging from a rack next to the bed.
\par Kayla touched him lightly, trying not to awaken him. She could feel the wound beneath the bandage, the track of the bullet that had shattered his collarbone. They'd fitted the pieces back together, but the bone would take months to heal.
\par }{\i\f29 But I can change that. I can heal him.}{\f29 
\par She closed her eyes and let the magic move through her.
\par She didn't know how long she stood there, lost in the magic. The world vanished around her, and all she could feel was the sensation of th
e magic coursing through her. She carefully knit the shattered pieces of bone back together, drawing the pain away from him as she worked. When she was done, she sat down abruptly, feeling all the power draining away from her and leaving her an exhausted,
 empty shell.
\par Luis opened his eyes and smiled at her and Roberta. <W1%\_12>\'93<|><D%0>'Berta, it doesn't hurt,\'94 he murmured sleepily.
\par \'93Sleep for a few hours, Luis,\'94 Roberta said gent\-ly. \'93When you have the chance, just walk out. Leave your door open so you can hear when the policeman goes to have a doughnut break, and just walk away.
\par \'93I will, 'Berta,\'94 Luis said. He smiled at Kayla again, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.
\par \'93You did well, Kayla,\'94 Roberta said, smiling. Kayla stood up unsteadily; Roberta held out her arm, and Kayla leaned on her gratefully.
\par They walked slowly from the room. In the hallway, Carlos looked at Roberta with an unspoken question in his eyes. She nodded.
\par \'93Now we'll take you to the apartment,\'94 Carlos said, glancing at Kayla.
\par 
\par The street looked like a war zone, much worse than any neighborhood she'd ever seen before, with abandoned cars left like corpses on the pavement. Children played between the rusting hulks. The kids ran for the sidewalk as Ramon drove Carlos' car down the
 street. He parked the car in front of an ancient\_looking apartment building.
\par Fernando stepped out of the car first, scanning the street quickly, then gestured to Ramon and Kayla. Kayla picked up the shopping bag of her clothes and followed Ramon up the cre
aking flight of stairs, through a hallway littered with stinking trash and abandoned children's toys, to an unmarked door on the second floor.
\par \'93You'll like staying here,\'94 he said, and Kayla thought he sounded like he was trying to be cheerful and failing completely. \'93You'll have a room to yourself, you won't have to share with anyone. It's not as crowded as Roberta's.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, but at least Roberta's place was clean,\'94 Kayla observed, stepping over some garbage on the landing.
\par Ramon shrugged. \'93No one really lives here. We keep this place only for selling . . . what we sell.\'94
\par \'93Drugs, you mean?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par He unlocked the door and they walked in, Fernando following them. She looked around \-curiously. The living room was a little cleaner than the rest of the building, but completely without any furniture, except an old couch.
\par Ramon walked down the short hallway, glancing quickly in each of the rooms. He said something in Spanish to Fernando, who nodded. \'93No one has been here since we left,\'94 he added. \'93You will be
 safe here. If any other of the homeboys come here, stay out of the first bedroom\emdash 
that's where they work. We don't sell drugs here, they do that downstairs. When someone wishes to buy, we lower baggies through the hole in the floor of the bathroom. That way, if the }{\i\f29 polic\'eda}{\f29 
 or someone else breaks through the downstairs door, there isn't anything around.\'94
\par Ramon said something else in Spanish to Fernando; the other man smiled and left, closing the door behind him.
\par \'93Fernando's going to make sure everything's okay downstairs,\'94 Ramon said. \'93Later, he'll go get some groceries for you. I don't think there's anything but Coronas in the fridge.\'94
\par \'93Great. I'm starving.\'94 She looked at the sofa, some of the springs poking through the fabric, and decided against trying to sit on it. }{\i\f29 Doesn't matter, I'm not going to be here very long. \-Ramon won't be that hard to get away from\emdash 
a lot easier than Carlos. It's only about fifteen feet to the ground; I can jump out the window, that won't be tough at all. I'm not sticking around here, that's for sure. These guys can carry on their war without me.}{\f29 
\par The silence was becoming awkward. \'93So, do you make a lot of money selling drugs?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par Ramon turned away, moving to the fridge without answering. She watched as he popped the cap off a bottle of beer. \'93What, the money's not good? I don't believe that.\'94
\par He turned to face her. In spite of herself, Kayla took a step backwards. \'93You don't understand!\'94 he said angrily, then shook his head and repeated quietly, \'93You don't understand.
\par \'93No, I don't,\'94 Kayla said.
\par He gestured for her to sit on the couch; carefully, trying to avoid the deadly\_looking metal springs, she sat down next to him. He took her hand in his, looking down at her grubby fingers. He glanced up at her and smiled. \'93You need a bath, }{\i\f29 
querida.\'94}{\f29 
\par \'93Thanks for reminding me,\'94 she said wryly.
\par \'93Fernando will bring back some towels when he goes to get groceries; you can bathe later. Just put a towel over the hole in the floor, otherwise the homies downstairs may play jokes on you. Kayla . . . what do you dream of<|>?\'94
\par \'93I\emdash I don't understand,\'94 Kayla said, a little confused.
\par \'93What do you want to be when you grow up?\'94
\par \'93I don't know.\'94 Kayla looked down at her hands. \'93Before everything . . . went wrong, \-before my parents disappeared, I wanted to be a doctor, I think. I don't remember.\'94
\par Ramon nodded. \'93I've always dreamed of being someone who could make a difference. I wanted to be a lawyer, to change the way the law treats Hispanics. I studied hard in school, thinking that even though my family 
couldn't afford to send me to college, I'd get a scholarship and go.
\par \'93But what I didn't know as a kid is that the system, it doesn't let you do that. You go to school, but they can't teach you, not here in the }{\i\f29 barrio}{\f29 . They don't have enough teachers, or bo
oks, or anything. If you're lucky, you can stay in school through most of high school, like I did. Carlos wasn't so lucky, he had to quit school and work \-after Papa left.
\par \'93All they can teach you is that nobody cares. Nobody really cares. What they teach i
s that you can't win, that if your name ends in Z, all you can hope for is a job at McDonald's. The teachers don't expect you to get through high school, let alone go on to college. Most of my friends can't speak English, they can barely read, even in Spa
nish, they can't hope for anything better than a job as a night watchman or a cook.
\par \'93And then there are the gangs. You have to stick with your own kind, otherwise you're dead. They'll find you alone somewhere and cut you up. I was ten years old when they st
arted carrying knives and talking tough. Junior high is worse. By the time I got to high school, it was a war.
\par \'93I quit high school after the first time I was stabbed, walking to classes one morning. I wanted to go back, but Carlos made me quit then. He sai
d that they knew I was his brother, and he couldn't protect me at the school. Next time, he said, they'd kill me.
\par \'93But one of my teachers visited me in the hospital.\'94 Ramon's eyes were distant as he smiled, remembering. \'93Mrs. Webster. Mrs. Jennifer Webster. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and blue eyes. Such pretty blue eyes, like I'd never seen \-
before.
\par \'93She knew I wanted to go to college, and she said to me: `Ramie, you're bright enough, but you need to learn so much. You need to learn how to learn
.' She convinced me to go back to high school. She'd spend an hour with me every day after her other classes, working with me, teaching me, helping me prepare for the SATs. She said that if I scored high enough, it wouldn't matter that I couldn't afford e
ven the community college fees, that there would be scholarships to pay for my education.
\par \'93She was young and beautiful, and she cared about me. I think I was a little in love with her.\'94 His voice fell to a whisper. \'93But then one of the Bloods attacked her in the hallway early one morning. He cut her face . . . here.\'94
 Ramon's finger traced a line down Kayla's cheek. \'93She had the most beautiful face, with those pretty blue eyes.
\par \'93I wanted to visit her in the hospital, but they wouldn't let me into her room because they thought I was a homeboy. Mrs. Webster never came back to the high school after that, not even to say goodbye.\'94
\par He shrugged. \'93Carlos needed my help, especially when the T\_Men started coming after us. So I quit high school again, to work with my brother and hang with the homeboys. What else is there for me?\'94
\par He stood up suddenly and walked to the window, looking out at the street. \'93I need to go take care of other business,\'94 he said. \'93Fernando will stay here and watch over you. Don't leave the apartment, it's not safe. You look very tired, }{\i\f29 
querida,\'94}{\f29  he added. \'93Do you want to rest?\'94
\par \'93Yeah.\'94 She nodded. \'93I think that's a good idea.\'94
\par She picked up her plastic bag of belongings and carried it into the bedroom. The bedroom was \-
almost as plain as the living room, with just a mattress and some blankets on the floor. She stretched out on the mattress and pulled the book about the magical white horses from the bag.
\par Through the open bedroom door, she could hear the clatter of a metal chain from the other room and Ramon's voice quietly calling to someone in the apartment below. }{\i\f29 I'll just rest for a few minutes,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 
Just a few minutes . . . }{\f29 
\par 
\par }{\i\f29 They were walking on the wet sand
, the waves surging only a few feet away. Little tongues of water trying to reach their feet. Kayla held tightly to Ramon's hand, hearing Elizabet talking about something as she walked near them, but the words didn't register. Just the way that \-
Ramon was looking at her, that's all that mattered right now, his dark eyes glinting with hidden laughter, some kind of promise . . . }{\f29  The sound of gunfire awakened her abruptly.
\par She half\_rolled to the floor, sliding off the mattress and onto the cold linoleum. The sound erupted again, echoing from the street below. Kayla crawled to the open window, peering carefully over the sill, just enough to see.
\par There were several cars parked in front of the apartment building, including the white Mercedes convertible with the 
trashed fender. She ducked back out of sight, not certain what to do next. There was nothing here she could use as a weapon, and no way out except down the stairs, past whatever was going on down on the street.
\par The apartment door opened and slammed quickly shut, and she heard muffled voices from the living room, speaking in fast Spanish.
\par }{\i\f29 \'93Querida?\'94}{\f29  Ramon called softly, and she ran out into the living room. Fernando was standing at the side of the door, a pistol in his hand. \-Ramon was reloading a small handgun, his eyes wild. \'93Go hide in the bedroom closet,\'94
 he said to Kayla. \'93Stay low, don't get up for any reason.
\par \'93What's\emdash \'94 she began.
\par \'93They're trying to kill us all,\'94 Ramon said, his voice tight. With a start, Kayla realized that he'd been crying, that there were smeared stains of tear\_tracks on his face. \'93
Roberta is dead. They shot her and Luisa half an hour ago. They were trying for Carlos, but he got away. Someone must have told them about the drugs here\emdash I don't think they know we're up here. Quickly, now, go to the bedroom.\'94
\par Kayla nodded, too stunned to speak. She started for the bedroom, then all of them froze, hearing the sound of footsteps on the creaking stairs outside. Then the sound of a door being kicked in down the hall and a woman's shrill scream,
 combined with a baby's crying. \'93Shut the bitch up,\'94 she heard someone say from the hallway, muffled by the closed door.
\par Her own breathing sounded very loud in the \-silence, loud enough for someone to hear from miles away.
\par They could hear whispered words from beyond the closed door. Ramon pushed Kayla down behind the couch with one hand, his other hand bringing up the pistol to aim at the door.
\par The world exploded around her.
\par She screamed and huddled against the floor, as the room was filled with the noise of automatic gunfire. She couldn't hear anything but the endless sound of bullets ripping through the air around her.
\par It was over as quickly as it had begun, a sudden shocking silence. There was no other sound, only her own breathing. She crouched against the floor, unable to do anything but breathe.
\par Someone grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her up. Two young black men, one cradling a stubby machine pistol in his arms, were staring at her.
\par She looked down, and saw Ramon.
\par He lay several feet away, his hand still clutching the pistol. All around him was blood, staining his shirt and the floor. His eyes were open, staring blankly.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh God . . . oh my God . . . }{\f29 
\par Fernando was lying a few feet beyond him, a long smear of blood staining the wall where he'd been thrown by the impact of bullets, before sliding down to the floor.
\par She tried to pull away from the T\_Men holding her. He was saying something, but she couldn't understand the words, nothing made any sense.
\par He brought up his hand and slapped her across the face.
\par The sudden pain snapped something in her. Her shock and terror giving way to something else: hot, deadly anger.
\par }{\i\f29 All right, you bastards . . . }{\f29 
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Twelve
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 She grabbed his hand.
\par For a moment, nothing happened. Then the magic coursed down through her with a force that she'd never felt before, leaping between them. She touched his own magic, the light that was his life . . . took hold of it, and pulled.
\par He screamed and jumped back, 
staring at his hands, which were engulfed in blue fire. The skin of his hands shriveled, as though rotting in front of her. It crawled up his arms, moving up to his face. What staggered and fell to the floor wasn't a young man, but something wrinkled and 
bloodless, with bone showing through the tatters of skin of his hands. He twitched on the floor, making small whimpering sounds through what was left of his lips.
\par The other T\_Man dropped his gun and ran.
\par Kayla didn't notice that for a few seconds, until the apartment door slammed shut; she was too busy throwing up. She couldn't stop shaking, her stomach heaving even though there was nothing left.
\par }{\i\f29 Out of control,}{\f29  she thought, trembling. }{\i\f29 Like Elizabet said, out of control.
\par Got to get up. They'll come back and kill me.}{\f29 
\par The T\_Man was moving feebly on the floor, trying to crawl away from her. She could feel a little life left in him, barely enough for her to touch.
\par }{\i\f29 I did that. I did that to him.
\par And it felt . . . }{\f29 
\par She didn't want to think about how she felt, because right now she felt wonderful, as though every nerve ending in her body was singing. She'd never felt this good before, and it was a dizzying high, overwhelming her with giddiness.
\par }{\i\f29 It's wrong . . . I shouldn't feel like this . . . I shouldn't . . . }{\f29 
\par She turned away from the T\_Man, looking to where Ramon lay on the floor. She felt tears burning her eyes. }{\i\f29 He's dead. I didn't even see it happen. I didn't even have my eyes open to see it.}{\f29 
\par She felt the magic stir within her, trying to reach out to him. She was next to him a split second later, kneeling; her hands touching the bloody wound.
\par }{\i\f29 He's not dead, but . . .  }{\f29 
\par Her healing sense widened, brightened; blurring the rest of the room to invisibility until all she could see was the track of the bullet and how it had passed through skin and muscle to nick the \-
major artery that was pumping out his lifeblood with every second. She felt herself falling into the healing and stopped with a sudden thought.
\par }{\i\f29 They're going to be back in a minute. I won't have time to do this and get away.}{\f29  }{\i\f29 I have to get out of here, I have to . . . 
\par No. I won't let him die.}{\f29 
\par She let the magic sweep through her, everything else fading away. She felt the electricity surge down through her hands, knitting the pieces of muscle back together, sealing up the rip in the artery, \-closing the flesh around it.
\par The magic let her go suddenly and she fell forward. Her cheek lay against Ramon's chest and she could feel his breathing growing stronger, his heartbeat strengthening.
\par She came back to herself wi
th a start, hearing voices through the open window. Fighting off the waves of exhaustion, she lifted Ramon and dragged him into the bedroom, setting him down in the closet and closing the door. She laid her hand briefly on his face, feeling the glowing li
ght of his life becoming stronger and brighter with every passing second. <T>}{\i\f29 
\par He'll be okay,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 I don't think they'll find him in here. Now I'd better get my ass out of here. . . . }{\f29 
\par She paused in the bedroom long enough to grab her jacket and sneakers, yanking on the shoes and quickly knotting the laces. She ran back into the living room, heading for the shattered door.
\par \'93Please . . .\'94
\par Kayla stopped, looking down at the source of the whisper. The T\_Man boy, sprawled on the dirty floor, staring up at her with terrified eyes. \'93Please, don't . . .\'94 he whispered again, his voice failing.
\par \'93You would've killed me,\'94 she whispered. \'93I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you that way, but . . . I need to get away from here, I can't . . . I can't . . .\'94
\par His dark eyes stared at her, filled with pain.
\par }{\i\f29 I can't leave him like this. I can't.}{\f29 
\par She knelt beside him and rested her hand on his forehead, closing her eyes. Her other vision kicked in a moment later, and she was horrified to see what she'd done to him\emdash }{\i\f29 
pulling out the energy that his body needs, the energy of the cells themselves.}{\f29 
\par She reached into herself, for the heat of magic within her, and poured it back into him. She could feel his body changing beneath her hand, grasping desperately for life, and willing itself to live. When she opened her eyes, he was unconscious, but alive.

\par }{\i\f29 Now I'd definitely better get my ass out of here. . . .
\par \'93There she is!\'94
\par \'93Oh, shit!\'94 Kayla looked up at the three \-T\_Men in the broken doorway and saw the leader raise a pistol to fire. . . . 
\par She closed her eyes and called the magic.
\par Blinding light filled the room, light and a warmth that felt like sunlight on Kayla's face. It was too bright to see, so bright that the light imprinted itself on her closed eyes. Kayla blindly leap
ed for the doorway, crashing into someone who fell out of her way and half\_falling, half\-
rolling down the stairs. On the landing, she managed to open her eyes, though the world was still filled with glowing afterimages. She scrambled down the remaining sta
irs and paused at the bottom, listening closely, and then reaching out with that other sight.
\par She could feel the light of human lives around her: two just beyond the apartment wall that she was leaning against, close to a third life that was fading to nothingness even as she touched it. There were two others outside, beyond the building walls.

\par She took a deep breath and leaped out the door. The two T\_Men standing at the car reacted a half second too late as she dashed past them and into the alley. She heard
 a gunshot ricochet off the wall just behind her, and a window just ahead of her shattered, splinters of glass flying past her.
\par \'93Stop her!\'94 she heard someone yell from behind her. She ran without looking back, her legs pounding against the uneven pavement, her heart thudding in her chest.
\par She didn't bother to stop for traffic at the next street, just ran across the intersection and dodged the cars, which screeched to a halt around her. She heard another squeal of tires off to one side and glanced up to see 
the Mercedes tear around the corner, barely missing a collision with a truck. Kayla dashed into the next alley, too crowded with boxes and trash cans for a car to pass through, then around a corner and into a wide empty parking lot, next to a desolate\_
looking area of warehouse buildings and parked trucks.
\par Keep running . . . keep running . . . 
\par I don't know what I'll do if they catch me. I can't do whatever it was that I did to that guy, not again. If they find me, I don't know what I'll do.}{\f29 
\par She paused long enough to catch her breath, gasping as she leaned against a graffiti\_
covered wall. She thought for a moment that maybe she'd lost them, and then she saw the Mercedes turn into the parking lot ahead of her, moving silently like a gliding shark.
\par She ducked i
nto the shadow of the closest building, but heard the roar of the Mercedes' engine accelerating and knew that they'd seen her. Kayla ran further into the shadows between the tall warehouses, plain flat walls without any place to hide, nowhere else to go.

\par Suddenly, ahead of her in the shadows, she saw a light glittering from a warehouse window. She ran for it, half\_blinded with the sweat dripping in her eyes, her lungs aching.
\par Beside the lit window was a closed door. Kayla shoved at it; to her surprise, it opened, apparently unlocked.
\par She slipped inside and shut it quietly behind her. She looked around quickly to find a light switch, planning to hide herself in the darkness, and found herself face\_to\_face with a short, wrinkled old woman dressed in tattered, 
filthy rags, looking at her with an odd smile on her face.
\par \'93My, my,\'94 the old woman murmured, in a voice thick with a foreign accent, \'93what have we here?\'94
\par \'93Two guys, chasing me,\'94 Kayla gasped. \'93They're . . .\'94
\par \'93I know,\'94 the old woman said. Kayla could recognize the accent now as Irish, but a heavy, slow Irish accent, not like what she'd always heard on television. \'93But they won't dare to enter here,\'94 the old woman added.
\par \'93B\_but, they're . . . they're . . .\'94
\par The old woman smiled, showing several pointed, yellow teeth. \'93You're not very observant, for one who bubbles with magic like Bridget's Well,\'94 the woman said. \'93Can't you see it? Can't you feel it?\'94
\par Kayla shook her head, wanting to explain to this nice old woman that they were in terrible danger, that they had to do something, call the cops, get the Feds, call in the U.S. Marines. . . . 
\par There was something else here, something that Kayla realized with a start. }{\i\f29 She's not . . . there's something very different about this bag lady. That odd face . . . the heavy 
cords of muscle beneath the rags, this lady could be a pro weightlifter without any training . . . the teeth, too long and pointed to belong to a human . . . the long fingernails, crusted with dirt . . . no, they're claws, sharp claws. She's not human, no
t anymore than the elves, she's something else, something completely different. . . .}{\f29 
\par She felt more than saw the burst of magic, flowing from the old woman like dark water, racing toward Kayla . . . a shadow reaching out past her, moving through the door. S
he nearly fell, stepping away from it. She pressed against the wall, flinching where the dark light brushed against her, feeling a sharp pain as though she'd been cut and was bleeding . . . and sensed that it was delighting in that, enjoying her fear and 
pain.
\par There was a strangled sound from outside the closed door, and then the boneless thump of something heavy falling, and then again, a similar noise. Kayla listened, but she couldn't hear anything else, not a single sound.
\par \'93Well, that takes care of that,\'94 the old woman said, a small satisfied look on her face. She turned to Kayla, who was still crouched against the wall. \'93They won't trouble us,\'94 the woman said, \'93
or interfere in any way. Now, come with me. I was about to set the table for dinner.\'94 The old woman tottered away toward a lit doorway down the hall.
\par Kayla glanced at the closed door, sensing that hungry darkness still lingering outside, and \-decided that maybe, just this once, she didn't want to look.
\par She didn't really want to follow the old woman anywhere, either. }{\i\f29 Just what did she do? It felt like magic, but it wasn't any magic I'd ever seen before, nothing I'd want to know . . . }{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 I'd better be polite, at least until I figure out who\emdash or what\emdash she is, and what's going on here. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Coming, dearie?\'94 the old woman asked, peering back at her.
\par \'93Uh . . .  yeah,\'94 Kayla said uneasily. \'93I'm coming along right now.\'94
\par The next room was dimly lit by several huge candles, their flickering light half\_concealing the
 furniture draped with dark cloth and the odd object in the corner, a huge metal cauldron hanging over a pit of bright coals. The cauldron was blackened and old, and the old woman was now standing in front of it, adding seasonings from a small clay pot.

\par \'93Make yourself comfortable, dearie,\'94 the old woman said, sniffing suspiciously at the open clay pot in her hand. Something leaped out of it and skittered across the floor. The old woman yelped, dropping the pot.
\par Kayla gingerly sat down on the couch. \'93Can I help?\'94 she asked hesitantly. }{\i\f29 As long as I don't have to eat whatever she's cooking for dinner. I'm not into cockroaches, thanks.}{\f29 
\par \'93Oh, possibly in a minute,\'94 the old woman said, reaching for another clay pot on the shelf above her. \'93For now, just make yourself comfortable.\'94
\par \'93Uh, thanks,\'94 Kayla said. There was a low table, also draped in a dark sheet, directly in front of the couch. Several dozen pieces of paper were spread out upon it. Curious, Kayla picked up one of them.
\par It was covered with beautiful, twisty designs drawn in many colors: bright blues and reds and golds, all coiling together to form patterns. In the center, there was what looked like the image of a cow drawn out of a knotwork of twisty lines.
\par The paper was odd, too: a heavy, tanned \-paper with darker lines running through it. \'93What is this?\'94 she asked the old woman.
\par The old woman sighed. \'93That is a drawing I made from the }{\i\f29 Book of Kells}{\f29 ,\'94 she said, reaching for a wooden spoon with a long handle, maybe three feet long, and stirring the contents of the black cauldron furiously. \'93
I've been drawing my own version for the last two hundred years or so.\'94
\par \'93Two hundred years!\'94 Kayla repeated in shock.
\par The woman laughed, an odd creaking sound. \'93I suppose I should be explaining to you who I am. An Caillach Beara, that was what they called me in the Old Country.\'94
\par \'93An Caill . . . ?\'94
\par \'93Call me Beara, dearie, if you can't pronounce the Gaelic.\'94
\par \'93Beara. Okay, I can handle that. What's the Old Country?\'94
\par \'93My, you're full of questions! I was born in Eire many years ago, what they now call Ireland. I came to America when foul times and famine befell the land. Not that I ever cared to eat \-potatoes, mind you, but if the people were starving, so was I.

\par \'93And, to make it worse, they wouldn't believe in me anymore. Once th
ey feared me and my magic, but now no one believes in me. Nobody believes in magic anymore, not even you; and you're so strong with it, it's skittering out around your edges even when you're not using it.\'94
\par \'93I believe in magic,\'94 Kayla said, a little uncertainly.
\par \'93Do you now? Seems to me that all you've done is try to pretend that it isn't real, ever since the magic first touched you.\'94
\par \'93How do you know that?\'94 Kayla asked, bewildered.
\par \'93I wasn't born yesterday, dearie. I can read it in you, read you like a book
. I understand power, and humans, and what you have simmering inside you. Some of us appreciate magic, believe me. It was quite a surprise, though, to have someone as talented as yourself come wandering across my doorstep. Hmmm, I think this stock will ne
ed more salt, don't you?\'94
\par Kayla got up from the couch and walked over to her as Beara lifted the wooden spoon, dripping with broth, from the cauldron.
\par }{\i\f29 This smells awful!}{\f29  Kayla thought, as soon as she was within a couple feet. }{\i\f29 I'm not going to try any of that, no way!}{\f29  \'93Er, uh . . . I'm really not a good judge of cooking,\'94 she said quickly. \'93
But it smells like it needs some salt, yeah.\'94
\par \'93Why don't you stir it, while I get everything else ready?\'94 the old woman asked, and immediately plunked the huge wooden spoon into Kayla's hand without waiting for an answer.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh no, this means I have to stand }{\f29 next}{\i\f29  to this stuff and stir it!}{\f29  \'93Ah, listen, it's nice to meet you and all that, but I really need to be getting out of here. It's getting dark outside, and I really want 
to get out of this neighborhood, y'know, and . . .\'94
\par \'93You can't leave before dinner, I won't hear of it,\'94 Beara said. She hobbled away to another \-table, picking up a large gleaming knife from a huge knife rack on the wall. She hummed an odd melody as she ran a honing stone over the long blade.

\par \'93Okay, sure,\'94 Kayla said, looking apprehensively at the knife. }{\i\f29 I don't think I want to tick this lady off. She has some kind of weird, \-dangerous magic, and she keeps really long knives around\emdash lots of them.}{\f29 
\par Absently, Kayla stirred the soup and wrinkled her nose as another blast of foul odors wafted up at her. }{\i\f29 What's in this stuff? It smells worse than anything . . . }{\f29 
\par She looked down at the thick, grayish soup and stared.
\par There was a human finger floating in the soup.
\par \'93YAAAAAAHH!\'94
\par Kayla leaped backwards, the spoon flying, soup spattering everywhere.
\par \'93Is something wrong, dearie?\'94 the old woman asked, turning to look at her with the knife raised in her hand.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh . . . oh, this is bad, this is really bad . . . Kayla, you've really done it to yourself this time.}{\f29 
\par \'93Uh, no, not at all,\'94 Kayla said nervously, glancing from Beara's face to the sharp knife in her hand. }{\i\f29 Probably the same knife that sliced the finger off of . . . whoever it is that's in the soup. Don't panic
, don't panic, just get out of here. . . .}{\f29  \'93There's just something . . . about the soup . . . it's . . . it's not . . . not what I was expecting.\'94
\par \'93Ah, of course,\'94 the old woman said, nodding. She set down the knife and picked up another wooden spoon, hobbling back to the cauldron to stir it. \'93
That's the problem nowadays: it's hard to find good meat. How can you make good stock from something like this?\'94 She fished the floating finger out of the soup and tossed it into a trash can several feet away. Kayla f
linched as she saw the large pile of white bones in the bin.
\par \'93I thought that young man looked so tasty,\'94 the old woman continued. \'93After all, he was very muscular. He broke into my house without even working up a sweat. You just can't tell with these things, though. It's terribly difficult to cook a \-
decent meal when you have to work with raw ingredients like that.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, I can guess,\'94 Kayla said weakly, glad she didn't have anything left in her stomach that could come up. She glanced at the knife lying on
 the table. She could grab it, maybe threaten this lady long enough to get out of here. Then she remembered that flash of dark magic, the sound of two bodies hitting the floor in the alley.
\par }{\i\f29 Come on, Kayla, think fast . . . think of something, anything . . . }{\f29 
\par There was a sudden knock at the front door; the old woman looked up at the sound, startled.
\par \'93Would you like me to answer that?\'94 Kayla asked hopefully, already imagining how quickly she could be out that door and running down the street.
\par \'93Oh, that's all right, dearie. I'll get it myself,\'94 the old woman said. \'93I'm just a little surprised. I wasn't expecting any other guests.\'94 She walked slowly to the door; Kayla took the opportunity to pick up the long\_
bladed knife from the table. She held it with one hand behind her back, hoping the old woman wouldn't see it.
\par \'93My, this is a surprise!\'94 Beara said from the hallway. \'93Two guests for dinner! Come with me, come with me.\'94 She returned a moment later, followed by . . . }{\i\f29 Elizabet}{\f29 ?
\par Kayla blinked. It was Elizabet Winters, looking very calm, but with a simmering anger half\_hidden in her eyes. \'93Elizabet,\'94 Kayla gasped, so overwhelmed with relief she thought she was about to fall over. \'93
You . . . you can't guess how good it is to see you right now!\'94
\par Elizabet walked to her, resting her hands on Kayla's shoulders. Her dark eyes searched Kayla's. \'93Are you all right, child?\'94
\par \'93Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, but listen, there's\emdash \'94
\par \'93Later, child,\'94 Elizabet said, turning that glare on Beara. \'93All right, old woman, I want some answers from you. To start with, why are there two dead black boys lying on your doorstep?\'94
\par \'93Trespassers.\'94 The old woman shrugged. \'93Hoodlums. Thugs. Cheap stew meat.\'94
\par \'93Elizabet,\'94 Kayla began, her voice squeaking a little. \'93She's a, uh . . . she's a . . .\'94
\par \'93Ogress,\'94 Elizabet said firmly. \'93And a cannibal, from the looks of her kitchen,\'94 she said, glancing around and wrinkling her nose. \'93And what else are you?\'94
\par \'93I am An Caillach Beara, The Hag of Beara,\'94 the old woman said, straightening slightly from her bent\_over position. \'93
I came here from Ireland hundreds of years ago, like many of the Wee Folk and the Tuatha De Danaan. And who are you who comes so boldly into my parlor?\'94
\par \'93I'm Elizabet Winters,\'94 the black woman said quietly. \'93I'm a witch and a healer and guardian of this young girl. I've spent weeks chasing down any trace of magic in the city, trying to find her.\'94
\par \'93But I've spent time and magic on her as well,\'94 the old woman said, smiling. \'93It was my magic that called her here, reaching out to her across the city. Who, then, has the greater right?\'94
\par \'93Uh, can I . . . I mean, I didn't . . .\'94 Kayla could feel the currents of power rising between the two women, like the smell of rain before a storm. \'93Listen, Elizabet . . .\'94
\par \'93Be silent, child,\'94 Elizabet said, not unkindly. Her eyes never wavered from Beara. \'93So, old woman? What will it be? You may be a powerful Irish ogress, but there are two of us, and we can't be discounted that easily.\'94
\par The old woman stared back at her. \'93For five hundred years, no one has dared threaten me.\'94
\par \'93Get used to it, lady.\'94 Elizabet's voice was tight.
\par \'93I'm really not that much of a villainess,\'94 Beara said, looking away. \'93Yes, I feast upon the mortals, but only the worst of them\emdash the thieves and muggers and punks who would prey upon a helpless old woman. 
The predators, the ones who laugh at me and my magic. They chased me out of Ireland, those ones, and so I came to this New World. The land of the free, the home of the brave. Even here, they hound me.\'94 She sighed. \'93
It's just as well, I suppose . . . one still has to eat. Still, if I let you go, then I'll have to deal with the police. . . .\'94
\par \'93I'll make you a deal,\'94 Elizabet said quietly. \'93Let us leave now, unharmed, and we won't \-interfere with what you do.\'94
\par \'93What?\'94 Kayla said, and stopped as Elizabet put her hand on her shoulder, holding her back. }{\i\f29 What's she saying? This lady is a murderer, a cannibal, an ogre, God knows what else! We can't just walk out of here and let her keep \-doing this!}
{\f29 
\par \'93So, old woman, what do you say?\'94
\par \'93We are alike in many ways, you know,\'94 the ogress said. \'93You've learned what it took me many years to understand: any woman with power is to be feared and hunted. At least we should not hunt each other, eh?\'94
\par \'93They don't burn witches these days, but they sure don't invite them to join the P.T.A., either,\'94 Elizabet said with a faint smile.
\par }{\i\f29 I don't understand this. She's acting friendly with this\emdash this thing!}{\f29  \'93Elizabet\emdash \'94 Kayla began.
\par \'93Shush, child,\'94 Elizabet said without glancing at her. Kayla realized that Elizabet's gaze had never wavered from the ogress for a moment, not even when she was smiling.
\par \'93I would enjoy speaking with you again, Elizabet,\'94 the hag said. \'93You are a woman after my own heart, reminding me of my long\_lost sisters.\'94
\par \'93As long as you're not after my heart,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93I don't think I'd like to come over for dinner, thank you very much.\'94
\par \'93Oh no, we'll have high tea with scones and crumpets,\'94 the hag said with a chuckle. The old woman's smile faded. \'93I have a small truth to confess. I knew I couldn't harm this girl from t
he moment I saw her. Even though I was very tempted, when she picked up one of my knives. . . .\'94
\par Kayla suddenly remembered the knife in her hand. A little self\_consciously, aware of the raised\_eyebrow look that Elizabet was giving her, Kayla put it back on the counter.
\par \'93But there is a danger for all of us on the horizon: a black cloud on our future, a danger to the magic in this place and all who need that magic to live,\'94 the hag said. \'93In six moons' time,\'94 she continued. \'93
Whatever is going to happen, it will happen in six moons' time. You have that long to prepare this young one to help counter it.\'94 She pointed at Kayla. \'93Her skills will be needed. You have six months to teach her what she needs to know.\'94
\par \'93I don't want to think about six months from now,\'94 Elizabet said wryly. \'93I'm just worried about getting Kayla through the next two weeks.\'94
\par \'93Gee, thanks a lot,\'94 Kayla muttered.
\par \'93Nothing happens by accident, young healer,\'94 the hag said, gazing directly at Kayla. She looked down, not wanting to see the dangerous power that burned behind the old woman's eyes. \'93
Not magic, not this meeting, not you wandering across my doorstep.\'94 Beara turned away, hobbling back toward the other room. \'93You should go now. I still need to put supper on the table, and there are more of those young thugs on their way here.\'94

\par \'93We'll leave,\'94 Elizabet said.
\par \'93No problem,\'94 Kayla said under her breath. \'93I've been ready to get out of this place since the minute I walked in.\'94
\par \'93Quietly, child,\'94 Elizabet said in a low whisper. \'93We'll talk more when we're safely out of here.\'94
 Elizabet waited until the hag had left the hallway, then quickly pushed Kayla out the door. Kayla flinched back on the doorstep, seeing the lifeless face of a young man, his eyes dimly lit by the light from the window, his body
 lying on the pavement a few feet away from her. Another boy lay facedown several feet further away.
\par \'93Walk, Kayla,\'94 Elizabet murmured behind her. \'93Start walking. We have to get out of here.\'94
\par Kayla didn't need any encouragement. Walking quickly, they left the shadowed alley, stepping out into the bright, welcoming light of the streetlights.
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Thirteen
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\i\f29 It feels like it's been years instead of days since I was here,}{\f29 
 Kayla thought, sprawling out onto the comfortable couch in Elizabet's living room. \'93Elizabet, I didn't say it before, but . . . thanks for getting me out of there. I thought I was a goner.\'94
\par \'93You probably were, despite what the ogress said about the magic being endangered in this area,\'94 Elizabet said, wearily pulling off her boots.
\par \'93I still can't believe you said we wouldn't do anything about her,\'94 Kayla said. \'93I mean, we should call the cops to go stop her. Or maybe the Feds . . .\'94
\par \'93I'm surprised you don't understand.\'94
\par \'93 . . . or the National Guard? Maybe we should call in the Marines?\'94 Kayla shivered, thinking about what was brewing in that cauldron. \'93That's one nasty lady.\'94 She glanced at Elizabet. \'93
What do you mean, you're surprised that I don't understand?\'94
\par Elizabet leaned back against the couch with a sigh of pure exhaustion. \'93Well, what do you think would have happened if we'd had to fight our way out of there?\'94 she asked. \'93Who do you think would have won?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Good question. That old lady looked pretty mean. Then again, Elizabet's a tough cookie, too. . . . }{\f29  \'93I don't know,\'94 Kayla said.
\par \'93That's why,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93Don't ever take on a fight unless you think there's a good chance you can win, child. Not unless the stakes are very high.\'94 She yawned. \'93
Well, I'm for some hot chocolate, and then it's probably time for bed. Would you like some?\'94
\par Kayla consulted her stomach, which was still a little queasy but seemed to be settling down at last. \'93Yeah, some hot chocolate would be great.\'94
\par She followed Elizabet into the kitchen, sitting down at the table as the older woman began hunting for the ingredients. }{\i\f29 In a way, it feels like none of that really happened,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 
Maybe it's all been a dream, and it's the same night when Billy got hurt. Elizabet's making me another cup of chocolate, and then . . . }{\f29  Elizabet reached for a small box of Mex
ican chocolate and broke off several pieces, setting them in the pot to melt.
\par }{\i\f29 That yellow and red box . . . Roberta . . . }{\f29 
\par Kayla felt something tighten inside her, and tears blurred her vision. She rubbed at her eyes, which only made it worse, as she thought about Roberta and Luisa, and Fernando, and Jose . . . 
\par Elizabet turned. \'93Kayla? What's wrong?\'94
\par \'93It's, it's just . . . that's the same chocolate that Roberta made for me. Roberta, she's dead now. . . . I thought she was such a bitch, but she was nice to me, and they killed her, she's dead now. . . .\'94
 It was hitting her all at once, all the shock and anger and terrors of the last few days, falling down on her like a wave. She couldn't keep from sobbing. \'93And Ramon, they tried to kill him, they shot Fernand
o right in front of me, I couldn't do anything to help him . . .\'94
\par Elizabet knelt next to Kayla, putting her arms around her. Kayla felt her tears soaking into Elizabet's blouse. Elizabet didn't say anything, only held her.
\par \'93I'm . . . I'm okay,\'94 Kayla said, after a few minutes. \'93Really, I'm okay.\'94
\par \'93Do you want to talk about it?\'94
\par Kayla thought about everything that had happened and nodded. She told Elizabet what had happened from the moment that Carlos and his friends had broken into Elizabet's house to get h
er, and what had happened to her with the homeboys. And the strangeness of the Unseelie's world, and how she'd saved the life of their Queen\emdash 
though, thinking about it, she wasn't certain that anybody except the Queen herself was going to benefit from that. And how the T\_Men had come after them at the apartment, and . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 I should tell her. I should just tell her what happened.}{\f29 
\par \'93What is it, child?\'94 Elizabet asked, as though reading her thoughts\emdash }{\i\f29 which she probably was,}{\f29  Kayla reflected wryly.
\par \'93Something happened tonight,\'94 Kayla began hesitantly. \'93Something really awful.\'94
\par Elizabet listened as Kayla told her what had happened earlier that night at the apartment. She felt her stomach turn over and took several deep breaths as she described what she had done to the young man, the T\_Man who had nearly died.
\par Elizabet was silent for a long time after Kayla finished the story. \'93I should be saying I told you so,\'94 she said, \'93but you know that already, don't you? The magic within you doesn't have a conscience of its own. 
You can hurt people or help them. You're the one who has to decide which.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Yes, but . . . }{\f29  \'93But I couldn't stop it,\'94 Kayla said. \'93I couldn't do anything about it.\'94
\par \'93You'll have to learn to control it,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93The magic isn't going to go away. It's a part of you now, a part of what makes you yourself. Right now, your magic is as dangerous as a loaded shotgun in the hands of a three\_year\_
old. But we can change that.\'94 She glanced up quickly. \'93Oh Lord, the chocolate is burning!\'94 Elizabet moved quickly to the stove, turning off the burner as the room filled with the smell of burnt chocolate.
\par \'93So much for the hot cocoa,\'94 she said, returning to the table.
\par \'93What do you mean, we can change that?\'94 Kayla asked, wrinkling her nose at the burnt smell. She yawned and rubbed at her eyes.
\par Elizabet smiled. \'93My grandmother, she was the one who taught me. Of course, my talent isn't anything compared to yours, but I should be able to teach you a few things that she taught me. Gram was an amazing lady. I wish you could have met her.\'94
 She looked up at the clock as Kayla yawned again. \'93It's definitely past your bedtime, though,\'94 she said. \'93We'll talk more about this in the morning.\'94
\par 
\par Kayla hesitated for a moment at the open door to the spare bedroom. She stood there, toweli
ng her hair dry and wiping the last of the water from her face. Looking into the bedroom, it really did feel as though the last few days hadn't happened at all. There was the bed, still slightly rumpled from when she'd been reading a book the night that C
arlos and Ramon had come to the house. }{\i\f29 In a way, it feels like a dream,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 Like I'm waking up from an awful nightmare. But now it's okay, I'm home.}{\f29  She stopped short at that thought.
\par }{\i\f29 Home? I guess that's what this is now. It feels like home. And E
lizabet? I don't think she'll ever be like my mother. I don't think I'll ever feel she's my parent, but my friend, definitely my teacher. Someone who can help me figure all of this out and make sense from my life.}{\f29 
\par She put on a pair of pajamas and, on an im
pulse, moved to the bookshelf that lined one wall of the small bedroom. Just as she'd hoped, there it was: the book about the dragons. Smiling, she took it back to bed with her, opening up to the page where she'd stopped reading before.
\par 
\par She awakened with a start at some noise she couldn't identify. The room was still dark, with only a hint of light filtering in through the closed curtains. She reached out, and her hand brushed against the novel on the pillow next to her, lying where she'
d left it before she fell asleep. She heard another sound, a rustling of the bedsheets. Someone was in the room with her\emdash no, someone was sitting on the edge of the bed. . . . 
\par She picked up the book and threw it hard in the direction of the noise.
\par She could see the person now, a dim outline in the faint light. The book flew through the air and then }{\i\f29 through}{\f29  the person, bouncing off the far wall.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh no . . . it's something magical again, I know it, it's something magical . . . can't I even get a night's sleep without something weird happening around me?}{\f29 
\par \'93That ain't very polite, girl,\'94 the person said with a laugh, in a woman's low, rich voice, heavy with a Southern accent. \'93I would think that Elizabet might've taught you better manners. Then again, you ain't be
en Elizabet's ward for very long now, eh? Just a couple days?\'94 She stood and moved closer. Kayla blinked.
\par The old woman, her wrinkled black face creased with a broad smile, was only an outline of pale blue light, nothing more than that. }{\i\f29 I'm going crazy . . . that's it, it's all finally hit me and I'm going crazy . . . now I'm seeing ghosts.}{\f29 

\par \'93You're . . . you're . . .\'94 Kayla's voice wasn't working quite right.
\par \'93Elizabet's gram, that's right.\'94
\par \'93But you're . . . you're dead!\'94
\par Gram chuckled. \'93I think that's obvious, girl. Most normal folks don't go around floatin' through walls, y'know.\'94
\par \'93But you're dead!\'94
\par \'93Been that way for a few years, now.\'94
\par \'93But . . . you're . . .\'94
\par \'93Yes, I'm dead. Now shut up, girl, and let me talk.\'94 Gram seated herself next to Kayla. \'93That's why I'm here, girl,\'94 she said cheerfully in her slow Southern drawl. \'93Since Elizabet thought it was \-
important that we meet, I figured I'd go ahead and meet you. You ain't never seen no ghosts before?\'94
\par \'93Uh, no!\'94 Kayla blurted.
\par \'93Ah, no wonder you're surpri
sed. Some people just can't handle the concept too well. Elizabet now, I tried appearin' to her once, not too long after I left this world. She just couldn't handle it at all. Thought she was losin' her mind. You, on the other hand, look like you're doin'
 just fine, honey.\'94 She stood up, stretching wearily. Her outlines thinned even more as she stretched; Kayla could see the walls through her. \'93Now, girl, we have to talk with Elizabet. . . .\'94
\par 
\par Elizabet set down the sociology textbook she'd been reading and reached for the light switch next to the bed. Kayla's voice, muffled through the closed bedroom door, stopped her in mid\_motion.
\par \'93Elizabet, can we come in?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par \'93Of course,\'94 Elizabet said, then suddenly realized Kayla had said the word \'93we\'94 instead of \'93I.\'94 \'93Kayla, is someone . . .  ?\'94
\par The door opened and Kayla stepped in, followed by someone that Elizabet had thought she would never see again, at least not in this lifetime. Her grandmother glided into the room, smiling wickedly, with her feet not q
uite touching the ground. She sat down at the foot of the bed. \'93Evenin', honeychild,\'94 Gram said.
\par Elizabet just stared at her.
\par In the long silence Kayla finally piped up. \'93Uh, Elizabet, she's your grandmother, you know? Your grandmother, the dead one.\'94
\par \'93I know who she is,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93What I'm wondering is what is she doing here? And why I'm dreaming about her.\'94
\par \'93Ain't no dream, Elizabet,\'94 Gram said. \'93You're in trouble, an' that's why I'm here. You are in one heap of serious trouble. I can't see exactly 
what, my sight isn't too good looking very far into the future, but something evil has set its sights upon you, and on this girl here, too.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 This must be a dream,}{\f29  Elizabet thought. }{\i\f29 Or maybe I'm insane. That would explain this.}{\f29 
\par \'93Shoot, girl, you're not crazy, any more than I am! Lordy, you believe in magic, right? Why so much trouble believing in ghosts?\'94 Gram spoke in an aside to Kayla. \'93That's why I never showed up before now. I knew she wouldn't believe it.\'94

\par \'93All right, then, I'll take this at face value,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93What I don't understand is how you can be here.\'94
\par \'93You don't have time to understand,\'94 her grandmother replied. \'93What you have to do is teach this child what she needs to know, and quickly. You don't have much time, granddaughter. Only six months.\'94
\par As she spoke, Gram's translucent body was becoming even more faint. She faded away to a mere brightness, a hint of light in the air. \'93Teach her what she needs to know before it's too late.\'94
\par The words lingered in the empty air where Gram had sat a moment before.
\par \'93Kayla, do you know what's going on?\'94 Elizabet asked.
\par Kayla shook her head. \'93It's not my fault,\'94 she said quickly.
\par \'93I know it's not your fault, child,\'94 Elizabet said with a sigh. \'93Six months. I wonder what's going to happen in six months?\'94
\par \'93I wish I knew,\'94 Kayla said.
\par \'93Well, we'll find out when it gets here. Alternatively, we go ask Beara, since she obviously knows something about it as well. I'd just as soon not do that, though. It might be significantly harder to get out of her home a second time.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, that's for sure.\'94 }{\i\f29 I don't want to go back there without the Marines, or maybe the \-National Guard.}{\f29 
\par \'93Now, go to bed, child,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93We'll start your lessons in earnest in the morning.\'94
\par \'93Okay,\'94 Kayla said. \'93I'll let you know if any more of your dead relatives show up to visit,\'94 she said, grinning.
\par \'93You do that,\'94 Elizabet said with a smile, and turned off the bedlight.
\par 
\par Back in her bedroom, Kayla picked up the fantasy novel from where she'd thrown it and set it down on the nightstand. \'93All of this is really just a little too weird for me,\'94 she said aloud, thinking about the events of the last week.
\par \'93Well, it's only going to get weirder, honeychild,\'94 Gram said from behind her.
\par Kayla turned so quickly she nearly fell. \'93I thought you were gone,\'94 she blurted.
\par \'93Naw, I was jus' doin' that for dramatic \-effect,\'94 Gram said, an impish grin across her wrinkled dark face. \'93I've always wanted to do that to Elizabet. She's always been so unflappable, even as a child; I just couldn't resist it.\'94
\par \'93So why are you still here?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par \'93Because, honeychild, you an' me have to talk. Let's go for a walk, okay?\'94
\par Silently, Kayla followed the ghost of Elizabet's grandmother through the darkened house
 to the front door. The ghost drifted effortlessly through the door, vanishing from view. Kayla followed, and barely stopped herself in time to avoid bashing her nose against the door. She opened the door very quietly, so Elizabet wouldn't hear, and stepp
ed outside.
\par Outside the house, the street was very quiet, with the faint echo of the late\_night traffic on Laurel Canyon as a distant noise, sounding \-almost like waves on a shore. Kayla followed Gram around the side of the house, along a winding trail that
 led to the top of the hill\emdash or, rather, Kayla walked and Gram floated.
\par \'93Can you tell me a little bit about this ghost stuff<W1%75><|><D%0>?\'94 Kayla asked, trying to catch her breath as they paused at the top of the hill. She looked out at the lights of the 
city, spread out like a glittering carpet of jewels around her. From this viewpoint, she could see the lights of Los Angeles to the south and the San Fernando Valley to the north.
\par \'93Oh, you'll understand that eventually,\'94 Gram said, also admiring the view. \'93
There's not much to it. The basics are simple. There are two kinds of ghosts: people with unfinished business, and ones like myself who are too stubborn and meddlesome to leave. You want to watch out for those folks that don't have all their business take
n care of, girl\emdash they can be nasty. But we have more important things to talk about.\'94 Gram sat down in midair as though on a chair, folding her legs under her. \'93I was born in 1860,\'94 she said. \'93
In Georgia, on a farm. You know anything about American history, girl?\'94
\par \'93A little.\'94 Kayla nodded. \'93Wasn't that right around the time of the Civil War?\'94
\par \'93You're right. I was born into slavery, just like my folks, my grandma and grandpa, and my great\_grandparents had been. When I was a little girl, they outlawed slavery, and suddenly we were free. Even as a child, I understood what that meant.
\par \'93But I'll never forget that for the first few years of my life, someone owned me. That's the choice you'll have to make, girl. There are people out there who want to own you. And th
e question you have to ask yourself is: will you let them? Right now you're surviving more by luck than anything else; luck and my granddaughter Elizabet watching over you. But this choice, this has to be yours. Elizabet can teach you the ways of magic, w
hat you need to know to control your talent and not hurt the people around you. But me, born a slave in Georgia, I can teach you about freedom.\'94
\par \'93I don't want anybody to control my life,\'94 Kayla began. \'93But how can I stop them? It's not like\emdash \'94
\par Gram cut her off with a sharp gesture. \'93
It's not a question of wanting, it's a question of whether you're willing to fight right down to your last breath to be a free woman. Are you? They may gild the cage for you, make it seem like a lovely place to be, but slavery is 
slavery. And not just for yourself, but others.\'94
\par \'93What do you mean?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par Gram glanced at her quickly. \'93You're a part of more than you know, girl. Things, they're gonna be happening around here. You'll need to be ready for 'em.\'94
\par Kayla didn't know what to say to that. Gram pointed off to her right, away from the glittering carpet of lights of Los Angeles, across the dark hills between L.A. and the San Fernando Valley. \'93Can you feel it, girl?\'94 she asked.
\par Kayla shook her head. \'93I don't understand. Feel what?\'94
\par \'93Look there, in the hills. Can't you feel it?\'94
\par Kayla squinted, trying to see what the old woman was talking about.
\par \'93No, no! Not with your eyes! With your heart,\'94 Gram said in an annoyed voice.
\par Kayla closed her eyes and reached ou
t her hand, trying to sense what the old woman was talking about. There was nothing there. . . .  No, there was something. A faint glimmer of magic, very far away, a dim point that glittered in the night. As she looked more closely at it, she could feel a
 sense of power, drawing her toward it.
\par \'93That's the source,\'94 Gram said. \'93That's the source of magic for all of Los Angeles. There are a lot of folks that need that to survive. Keep that in mind, girl, that folks' lives are depending on that little place.\'94
\par \'93What folks? I don't understand.\'94
\par \'93You'll see,\'94 Gram said, \'93you'll see.\'94 She glanced up at the sky, where the moon was setting behind the distant hills. \'93My, it's time you were in bed. Go home, girl; go home and learn, and think about what we've talked about.\'94
\par Without another word, the old woman faded away.
\par Kayla stood on the hillside, looking down at the lights of the city. }{\i\f29 I don't know that I'm strong enough,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 Gram can talk about freedom till she turns blue . . .  well, she is blue, already! Bu
t I don't know that I can do it. Carlos terrifies me. I don't know how to stand up to him. And Nataniel and those other nasty elves . . . 
\par No way. How am I supposed to do it? She's nuts; the old lady is just crazy.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 But if I don't learn how to stand up to them . . . what then? I'll be hiding from them all my life. I don't want that, either.}{\f29 
\par She turned away and started back down the hill, lost in her thoughts.
\par 
\par \'93Concentrate!\'94 Elizabet said from somewhere \-behind her.
\par \'93But you just told me }{\i\f29 not}{\f29  to concentrate!\'94 Kayla protested from where she was sitting on the living room floor. Her eyes were tightly closed, but she wanted to open them and scream. }{\i\f29 These \'93mental \-exercises\'94
 are making me crazy!}{\f29 
\par \'93Well, you're not getting it that way,\'94 Elizabet said, \'93so we'll try 
the other way. Since you're having trouble relaxing enough to use your Sight, we'll try this instead. We have to train to you to where you can rely on your talent, not just have it happen \-
accidentally, uncontrolled. So concentrate on something, anything. Think about it as hard as you can.\'94
\par Kayla nodded. }{\i\f29 There is,}{\f29  she decided, }{\i\f29 a hell of a lot going on in my life that I can think about. Magical powers, healers, killer elves, gateways into other worlds, an ancient ogress who likes to have muggers for dinner .
 . . literally. Yeah, there is quite a lot going on in my life lately,}{\f29  she concluded.
\par \'93Think about something specific,\'94 Elizabet said.
\par \'93Okay, okay, give me a break!\'94
\par \'93That is the one thing I won't do,\'94 Elizabet said, her voice tinged with humor.
\par }{\i\f29 I'm getting tired of this bullshit!}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 There's Elizabet, standing right behind me and smiling. Oh yeah, I'm sure this is a lot of fun for you, too! She's\emdash }{\f29 
\par Kayla sat up straight, opening her eyes in shock. \'93I saw you! I really saw you! With my eyes closed!\'94
\par \'93See, you're learning, child. It's not }{\i\f29 entirely}{\f29  hopeless.\'94 Elizabet smiled. \'93It only }{\i\f29 looks}{\f29  that way. Now, think of something, really concentrate on it.\'94
\par Kayla tried to think of something to concentrate on. It was a beautiful day outside, really great, not too smoggy, a perfect day to go to a park. . . . 
\par }{\i\f29 That would be nice,}{\f29  she thought, smiling. }{\i\f29 To go to the park next to the house. . . . }{\f29 
\par She thought about the park down the street from her house, the house where she'd lived with her parents before . . . 
before the Awful Day. She loved that park. Mom and Dad used to walk with her there in the evening, as the sun was setting through the tall trees. It was different from all the other parks she'd ever seen: a wild, untamed place where the gardeners and keep
e
rs seemed more interested in the little community gardening project at the back of the park rather than the park itself. The trees were left alone to grow into unruly shapes tangled with ivy and surrounded by shrubs. The paths through the park were hard t
o
 find and harder to follow, but that was something she loved. There was one tree that she loved best, a huge old oak tree with broad spreading branches which filled the sky. Dad said that the tree was at least two hundred years old. Sometimes Kayla had th
ought she could hear laughter from the tree, the flickering movement of someone climbing in the branches, but Dad always said that it was only the wind, there wasn't anyone there.
\par She'd run to that tree on the Awful Day, the day she'd come home from school 
and found the police cars in front of her house. Old Mrs. Liddy had called the cops after hearing gunshots from next door and seeing some cars leave fast. They wouldn't let her into the house, into her own house; she heard some of the cops talking about h
ow they'd found blood, but no bodies.
\par She remembered running to the park, falling onto the thick moss under the tree and crying. That's where the cops had found her, hours later. She could feel the tears starting down her face, remembering.
\par \'93Are you all right, Kayla?\'94 Elizabet asked, concern in her voice.
\par \'93Yeah, I'm fine,\'94 she said. \'93I'm fine.\'94
\par \'93Kayla,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93Keep your eyes closed. Can you see me?\'94
\par She could. There was a faint brightness against the inside of her eyes, a glow that moved as Elizabet walked around her, matching time with her quiet footsteps. \'93You're doing it, child,\'94 Elizabet murmured. \'93You're doing it. Now, look at yourself.
\'94
\par She felt herself moving away; no, she was sitting still, but somehow she was moving in that quiet darkness. She turned and looked back at herself. What she saw was fire, blue\_
white centered around a core of brilliance, with flowing tendrils of light flickering and dancing over the surface. Kayla opened her eyes suddenly, startled, and blinked. \'93What was that?\'94 she asked.
\par Elizabet was sitting close to her; she laughed, little lines crinkling at the edges of her eyes. \'93Yes, that's you. That's why everyone can find you, because you look like a neon sign when you're \-using your magic. But we're going to
 see if we can do something about that now. Close your eyes again. Now look at yourself and try to make the glow a little less bright. Dim it down. Not completely, but see if you can slowly fade it.\'94
\par Kayla concentrated, imagining that brightness fading away to nothingness.
\par }{\i\f29 Make it go away . . . dim it down, like turning down a light. . . . }{\f29 
\par A wave of dizziness hit her like a fist. She opened her eyes and grabbed for anything to hold onto, afraid she was going to faint. Elizabet caught her, keeping her from falling over.
\par \'93Not too much,\'94 Elizabet repeated, \'93just a little bit. Carefully. Slowly.\'94
\par Kayla nodded, taking a few deep breaths. She closed her eyes and tried again. This time she could do it. She could bring that simmering pool of fire down to embers, gl
owing with restrained power. She concentrated, letting the fire slowly die down, dimming the light to a faint glow. \'93Did it work?\'94 she asked.
\par \'93You did it just right,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93Now, you're going to have to learn to keep it like this all the time. Otherwise, anyone that's looking for you will be able to find you easily, just by tracking your magic. Good work, child.\'94
\par \'93Are we done now?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par \'93Not by a long shot. Lesson number two. This one will be a little tougher. We'll do this and then take a 
break. It's almost visiting time at the hospital where your friend Billy is staying. We can go over there and see him. I called the hospital while you were still asleep, and he'll be expecting us.\'94
\par \'93Great!\'94 Kayla said, grinning. }{\i\f29 It'll be terrific to see Billy. I've got so much to tell him. . . . 
\par Except I can't, can I? He won't believe any of this. He'll think I'm crazy. My old friends . . . are they still going to be my friends? I don't know about that.}{\f29  \'93Where's Liane? Do you know?\'94 she asked.
\par Elizabet shook her head. \'93No, she's still missing. Though I'm hoping once you have a little bit of control over what you're doing, you might be able to find her yourself. The police haven't turned up any leads at all.\'94
 She reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulled out a small Swiss army knife, and sat down on the floor next to Kayla. \'93Now for the next lesson.\'94 She opened out one of the blades and glanced up at Kayla. \'93What you're going to do now,\'94
 she said, \'93is }{\i\f29 not}{\f29  heal me.\'94
\par \'93I don't get it,\'94 Kayla said. \'93What are you . . .  ?\'94
\par Elizabet brought the razor\_sharp knife down on the palm of her hand.
\par }{\i\f29 Pain!}{\f29  It echoed through Kayla like a shockwave. She felt the magic inside her answer that pain, welling up through her. Kayla reached out to where the blood was slowly pooling in Elizabet's palm.
\par \'93Stop it!\'94 Elizabet said sharply, and Kayla drew back, startled. \'93You have to learn to control it, not let it control you.\'94
\par \'93Elizabet, I\emdash \'94
\par \'93Just sit there, child,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93Just sit there and control it.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 That's easy for you to say,}{\f29  Kayla thought resentfully, feeling the magic pulling at her like a riptide, trying to surge through her, reaching out to Elizabet.
\par Her hands were shaking. She clenched them into fists and closed her eyes. }{\i\f29 I will control it,}{\f29  she thought desperately. }{\i\f29 I will!}{\f29 
\par Slowly, like an ebbing tide, she felt the pressure easing. The electric touch of the magic fell away from her with each breath she took, slowly receding.
\par She opened her eyes to see Elizabet smiling at her. \'93Not bad,\'94 Elizabet said, \'93not bad at all.\'94
\par Kayla smiled in relief. }{\i\f29 Thank God this craziness is over, }{\f29 she thought. }{\i\f29 Now I'll just heal Elizabet, and then we'll be done with this.}{\f29 
\par \'93Very good,\'94 Elizabet continued. \'93We'll sit like this for the next forty\_five minutes or so, until you think you've really got it down.\'94
\par Kayla stared at her. }{\i\f29 She's got to be joking!}{\f29 
\par \'93No, I'm not,\'94 Elizabet said, in a voice that didn't allow any argument.
\par Kayla sighed. It was going to be a very long forty\_five minutes. . . . 
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Fourteen
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93I think that was a rotten trick, Elizabet,\'94
 Kayla said, helping Elizabet carry the dishes from the breakfast table to the kitchen sink.
\par \'93Learning isn't supposed to be easy, child,\'94 Elizabet said as she set the dishes down into the soapy water.
\par \'93Yeah, but I didn't think it would be this hard,\'94 Kayla said. \'93I mean, you never\emdash \'94
\par Across the room, the phone rang. Elizabet grabbed a dishtowel to dry her hands and then hurried over to answer it. Kayla rolled up her sleeves and began scrubbing the dishes. She listened to one half of the conversation. \'93
Good morning, Nichelle . . .  I didn't think there would be any news . . .  Well, thanks for calling. I'll see you later tonight at the office.\'94
\par Elizabet's forehead was slightly furrowed with a frown as she walked back to Kayla.
\par \'93What was that all about?\'94 Kayla asked.
\par Elizabet began drying the dishes Kayla had washed. \'93That was Detective Cable. She wanted to tell me there had been no update on your case. You're still officially kidnaped as far as the LAPD is concerned.\'94
\par \'93You didn't tell her that I'm here?\'94
\par Elizabet shook her head. \'93I haven't told anyone anything. I'm still not entirely certain what to do in this situation. I really should take you downtown and have you tell everything to the police. You're a witness to multiple crimes, \-
including homicide.\'94
\par \'93No!\'94 Kayla shook her head. \'93Don't you \-understand if I do that, it'll never be over? They'll always be after me.\'94
\par \'93Not if they're in prison, they won't be,\'94 Elizabet said grimly.
\par \'93You can't guarantee that! I just . . . I just want to live. I want them to leave me alone.\'94 Kayla thought about it for a moment, wondering whether she should ask the question that had been bothering her all morning. }{\i\f29 What the hell,}{\f29 
 she thought, and plunged forward. \'93
Elizabet, if you were serious about maybe, like, adopting me, which I think would be really great, I thought maybe we would want to leave Los Angeles. I mean, I've got this whole crowd of people that may be looking for me, and Carlos knows where you live.
 Sooner or later, they may come looking. So, I thought, hey, maybe we should just go somewhere else. Like New York, maybe?\'94 }{\i\f29 Or Alaska. South America. Burma?}{\f29 
\par \'93Is that what you want to do?\'94 Elizabet gave her a long look. \'93Run away? Again?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 New Zealand? Ireland? Antarctica?}{\f29 
\par \'93Well . . . yes! I mean, I don't want to be here when the trouble arrives. What if those killer elves start looking for me again? Or Carlos?\'94 }{\i\f29 Or Ramon . . . }{\f29 
\par Kayla thought about Ramon, his laughing dark eyes. }{\i\f29 Guess I'll never see that guy again,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 If I do, his big brother will be right \-
behind him. I know he's okay; I healed the guy, I shouldn't worry about him. But I do. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93No,\'94 Elizabet said firmly. \'93We're not going to run away. These are problems, child, that you'll have to
 learn how to face, because if you don't, they'll just find you again and again. You'll have to go to the police and tell them everything . . . well, almost everything,\'94 she amended. \'93
We'll deal with this trouble together. I want you to do this because you
 know it's right, not because I'm compelling you to do it. But you must know that you have to do it, you have to go to the police and help them put these people behind bars. You have to be willing to confront them.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Kind of a scary prospect, that,}{\f29  Kayla thought, remembering about Carlos, the T\_Men, and the Unseelie Court. }{\i\f29 It's a whole }{\f29 lot}{\i\f29 
 of trouble. More than I want to deal with, that's for sure. How did I get myself into this kind of trouble?}{\f29 
\par \'93I'll have to go into work in a few hours,\'94 Elizabet said, stacking the clean dishes in the cupboard. \'93I'll stop by the county office and file papers to see about formally making this your foster home. You, on the other hand . . .\'94
 And she gave Kayla a stern look. \'93You will stay here, try to keep out of trouble, and do some schoolwork. I have a number of textbooks in my library that you can start with. I imagine you've missed quite a bit of school over the past few months.\'94

\par \'93Oh, just a few classes,\'94 Kayla admitted. }{\i\f29 Like most of this school year. . . .
\par \'93And I'll call downtown,\'94 Elizabet continued. \'93
We'll get a regular patrol to stop through here on their circuit, plus whatever else they think is appropriate to a key witness. You'll have to testify, Kayla. It'll probably take a couple of days for them to get the paperwork
 started on this, but you will have to testify against the gang. I don't know whether the L.A.P.D. can do anything against elves and that ogress . . .\'94
\par They'd better take in a platoon of Marines with them, if they try!
\par \'93 . . . but we can certainly do something about the gangbangers,\'94 Elizabet continued. \'93
If we see any sign of the gang or . . . anything else, the police will probably want to take you into protective custody. So don't be alarmed if a policeman stops by to see how you're doing during the day, 
while you're studying. And you'd better start cracking the books. You'll have some serious catching up to do if you want to graduate high school with a high enough grade point average to go to college.\'94
\par \'93College?\'94 Kayla glanced at her. \'93I can't go to college!\'94
\par \'93Of course you can,\'94 Elizabet said, smiling. \'93I'll help you with the tuition. But you'll need to get your grades into shape or you won't be admitted. It'll take a lot of hard work, but I think you can do it.\'94
\par \'93College?\'94 Kayla repeated, her eyes wide. College . . . I never thought I'd be able to do that. I wonder what I'd study? I'd like to learn more about how this magic thing works, but somehow I don't think they'll have classes in Magic 101 at UCLA.}{
\f29 
\par Elizabet laughed, reaching out to ruffle Kayla's hair. \'93Of course, imp. College. Who did this to your hair? It looks like it was hacked off with a knife.\'94
\par \'93I like it this way,\'94 Kayla said. \'93Wow . . . college. I never thought I'd really be able to do it.\'94
\par \'93We'll get you there,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93Just you wait and see. Well, we do have a few hours before I need to head into the city. Shall we go visit Billy?\'94
\par \'93You bet,\'94 Kayla said immediately. \'93And I'd like to go looking for Liane, too. I know that no one's seen her around, but I'd like to tr
y to find her. I don't know where she'd be exactly, but we could go back to Suite 230. Maybe she went back there.\'94
\par \'93The police have been checking there once a day or so,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93There hasn't been any sign of your friend, but we can go look if you like.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, I'd like that.\'94
\par 
\par Walking into the hospital was easier this time. It was the same, the overwhelming pressure of pain and emotions pouring down on her, but she was able to push it back, to hold it away from her almost without thinking about it.
 She moved it away from her, closing it off to where it was only a quiet, distant clamor rather than an overwhelming wave. She caught a glimpse of Elizabet's smile as they walked through the hospital lobby.
\par }{\i\f29 Maybe I }{\f29 am}{\i\f29  learning. Maybe I'm getting better at this. }{\f29 
\par \'93They've moved him to the third floor,\'94 Elizabet said as they walked to the elevators. \'93He's doing fine, last I saw him.\'94
\par \'93You've been here?\'94 Kayla asked, surprised.
\par Elizabet nodded. \'93I asked that they assign him as one of my cases. I also asked tha
t they keep him here for a little while longer even though he could have been discharged from the hospital a couple days ago. Downtown, they're still trying to figure out what to do with this young man, but Billy has his own ideas. I'm sure he'll tell you
.\'94
\par Kayla only followed Elizabet from the elevator down the hall to room 341. Through the closed door, she could hear an exuberant yell: \'93Yeah, go Niners!\'94 She grinned, recognizing Billy's voice.
\par \'93Come on, Billy!\'94 someone else shouted. \'93They're history, they're toast, they're outta here!\'94
\par Elizabet opened the door, leaning inside. \'93Is there room for two more Niners fans in here?\'94 she asked.
\par \'93Elizabet! Come on in!\'94
\par Kayla walked in after Elizabet, a little nervously. Billy, wearing a San Francisco Forty\_Niners s
hirt over his hospital gown, was sitting up in bed. Another boy, very thin and pale and wearing a baseball cap, was in the next bed. Both of them were watching the game on the television set high on the wall across from them.
\par Billy winced as one of the Niners fumbled a catch and glanced at Kayla and Elizabet. His eyes widened, and he let out a yell that filled the room. \'93KAYLA!\'94
\par \'93Hiya, Billy,\'94 she said. \'93How's tricks?\'94
\par \'93You're looking all right,\'94 he said, grinning. \'93The 'do is awesome. Did you do your hair with a knife? Can I get your leather jacket if you get hit by a truck?\'94
\par \'93In your dreams, dude,\'94 she said, grinning back at him.
\par \'93Shhh, come on, guys, put a cork in it, the Niners are trying for a touchdown,\'94 the other boy said, lying back so that he was only half\_visible behind the row of IVs and medical equipment.
\par \'93Chill out, Rick!\'94 Billy shook his head. \'93He's stressed out 'cause tonight's dessert is riding on this.\'94 He added more quietly, \'93An' the chemo's got him down today.\'94 Billy glanced over at Elizabet, a little hesitantly, Kayla thought. 
\'93So, Elizabet . . . any news?\'94 Using both hands, he shifted his leg, \-encased in a heavy white cast, so he could sit up straighter. \'93You got any news for me?\'94
\par Elizabet sat down on the edge of his bed. \'93Oh, nothing much. Just a new home for you. It's up in San Francisco and your foster parent is an engineer, just like you asked for.\'94
\par \'93Really?\'94 Billy's eyes were wide. \'93You did it, Elizabet! I knew you could do it!\'94
\par Kayla glanced between Billy and Elizabet, not understanding. \'93An engineer?\'94 she asked.
\par Elizabet nodded. \'93We've been trying to do that, match kids with parents who are in the profession the kid would like to pursue. Billy told me that he wants to study civil engineering; if he can get into college, that is,\'94
 she added, giving him a stern look. \'93
After talking with your teachers at your last high school, that may be tougher than you told me. But I think you'll like this lady, Billy. I talked with her on the phone. She's been working on old buildings, making them more earthquake\_proof.\'94
\par \'93Cool!\'94 Billy said. \'93That's great. We'll have something to talk about over dinner.\'94
\par \'93I didn't know you wanted to be an engineer,\'94 Kayla said. }{\i\f29 When did he decide he wanted this? It couldn't have been when we were at the foster home; he never talked about it, never said anything about it. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Well, it didn't look too likely when all I was doing was ditching class and trying to run away from lousy foster homes. But talking with Elizabet made me think about what I'd like to do with
 my life. So I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work out, maybe I can go work for the CIA or something. I've got all that experience in breaking and entering, I bet they'd hire me in a minute!\'94
\par \'93Don't you even think it, scamp!\'94 Elizabet said sternly and Billy laughed.
\par }{\i\f29 I never would've guessed this about Billy,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 
I never thought that maybe he had dreams, dreams of more than just getting through a few days without getting arrested, or how to break into an apartment quicker and faster the next time
. I never thought he might want to be an engineer. He's so different. I mean, it's only been a week, and he's changed so much. Or maybe he's not so different, maybe he's been this way all the time, and I just didn't know it.}{\f29 
\par \'93Have you guys heard anything about Liane?\'94 Billy asked, his face suddenly very serious.
\par Elizabet shook her head. \'93Nothing new.\'94
\par \'93We're going to go look for her,\'94 Kayla said. \'93Right after we leave here, we're going into Hollywood.\'94
\par \'93Well, then get your asses out of here,\'94 Billy said with a smile. \'93And I'll go back to watching the football game. Come back and visit me after you've found her.\'94 He looked down, away from them. \'93
I've been worried 'bout her. Kayla, I figured that you'd be able to take care of yourself, even if you never did before. . . .\'94
\par \'93Hey, thanks a lot, dude!\'94 Kayla said, glaring at him and then grinning in pretend anger.
\par \'93No, I'm serious! I always took care of stuff for all of us, after we left the foster home, but it wasn't because I was the only one who could do it. You
 could; you always could. You just didn't . . . just didn't believe enough in yourself. But Liane's different. I hope she's okay.\'94
\par \'93We'll find out,\'94 Elizabet said reassuringly. \'93My guess is that she's still somewhere in the Hollywood area, that she wouldn't have gone far, which means . . .\'94
\par Elizabet's voice faded, and Kayla glanced over at Billy's roommate, now asleep. His face was very pale and drawn, white even against his pillow, only a few stringy wisps of hair visible beneath the baseball cap. }{\i\f29 Something's very wrong there,}{
\f29  she thought, }{\i\f29 something's very . . . }{\f29 
\par Without warning, the room disappeared around her. It was as if she was falling into a whirlwind of pain and chaos, sliding between the layers of skin and muscle, until she could see the cells of hi
s body. The cells that were fighting a hopeless battle against each other, killing him piece by piece. It was too overwhelming and confusing; she didn't know how she'd start to heal this. }{\i\f29 It's not just a single cut or a wound,}{\f29 
 she thought, }{\i\f29 it's all the way through his entire body, it's everywhere. . . . }{\f29 
\par She felt Elizabet's hand on her shoulder, pulling her back into herself. \'93Control, Kayla,\'94 Elizabet murmured. \'93Disengage from it. Control it.\'94
\par Kayla blinked and shook her head, trying to clear the image of the millions of cells fighting against each other from her vision. Then she was standing in the hospital room again, Elizabet's hand on her shoulder keeping her from falling.
\par She glanced at Billy; he was staring at her.
\par \'93Your eyes!\'94 he whispered. \'93Your eye
s were filled with blue fire. It's true. I thought I dreamed it, but it really happened. That scar that the doctors found, the one they said must've happened a few months back. Except it didn't; I'd never had it before. It was you. What is it, Kayla?\'94

\par \'93We'd better go,\'94 Elizabet said quietly, urging Kayla toward the door.
\par \'93Kayla?\'94 Billy called. \'93Please, I need to know!\'94
\par Still dizzy from the magic, Kayla looked back at him. \'93I don't know, Billy,\'94 she said. \'93I don't know what it is. But I'm going to try to figure it out.\'94
\par \'93And I'm going to help her,\'94 Elizabet said.
\par \'93Yeah, you do that, Elizabet,\'94 Billy said, settling back against his pillows. \'93Elizabet can help you figure things out, Kayla. She's good at that.\'94
\par Kayla glanced back at her friend. }{\i\f29 It's not the same,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 It's never going to be the same. We're different people now.}{\f29  \'93Take care of yourself, Billy,\'94 she said.
\par \'93You, too, Kayla,\'94 he said, and smiled. \'93Try to stay out of trouble, hey?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 No bets on that,}{\f29  she thought, walking out into the corridor.
\par In the hallway outside his room Kayla turned to Elizabet. \'93Do you know what's wrong with Rick?\'94 she asked. \'93All that craziness, everything fighting itself<W1%\_75><|><D%0>?\'94
\par \'93Leukemia,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93That's what Rick has.\'94 She was silent for a moment as they walked past the nurses' station. \'93Everyone has limits, child,\'94 she said at last. \'93You'll have to learn what yours are.\'94
\par \'93Can you do it?\'94 Kayla asked. \'93Can you cure cancer?\'94
\par Elizabet shook her head. \'93No. You forget, child, my talents are much more limited than yours. I can't cure a cold, not the way that you can. Some small things, yes, but I'm not in your league. Maybe you can learn how to cure cancer eventually.\'94

\par Kayla thought about it as they walked out to the car. }{\i\f29 That would be gr
eat, if I could. I mean, what am I supposed to do with this magic thing, anyhow? It's like . . . there has to be a meaning to it, some reason for it. Elizabet's the only other person I know who has this magic talent that I have, not counting the killer el
ves, or whatever they are.
\par If I go to college, and med school after that, then maybe I'll learn just what I can do with this. If I'm a doctor, then I can help people and they won't know that it's magic; they'll think it's medicine. Maybe I can learn how to cure cancer.}{\f29 

\par She was quiet for most of the drive into Hollywood, thinking about that.
\par \'93Want to talk about it?\'94 Elizabet asked, as they drove through the slow\_moving traffic onto Hollywood Boulevard.
\par \'93It's just . . .\'94 Kayla began, then faltered. \'93Well, I keep thinking there has to be a reason for this, this magic stuff. I mean, why else would I have it?\'94
\par Elizabet smiled. \'93Thinking that you were put on God's Earth for a reason, child, that's ego. What you have is a gift, and you have to figure out how best to use it.\'94 She braked as the street light changed to red and glanced at Kayla. \'93
Where did you want to start looking for your friend?\'94 she asked.
\par Kayla looked at the street, the cars moving slowly through the intersection ahead of them. It was only late afte
rnoon, but already the night people were starting to appear: men in dirty clothes slouching against the storefronts, women walking by in high heels and tight skirts. Two motorcycle cops were parked near the intersection, watching the traffic go by.
\par \'93Oh, I don't know,\'94 Kayla said. \'93I guess we should stop back\emdash \'94 She stopped, realizing that she was about to use the word \'93home\'94 for Suite 230. And that that word didn't fit it anymore. \'93
I guess we should look at the office building first,\'94 she \-finished awkwardly.
\par \'93All right,\'94 Elizabet said. She waited for the signal to change and parked in the lot at the corner of Hollywood and Cherokee.
\par Kayla was very quiet as they walked down the street. She led Elizabet down the narrow alley between two tall buildings and up to the broken window at the back of the office building. \'93Watch out, there's some glass on the floor,\'94
 she said, climbing through.
\par Elizabet nodded, clambering in after her. Kayla stepped around the pile of dirty blankets and old newspapers, where someone el
se had obviously set up their digs, and to the stairway down the hall. A few minutes later, they were on the second floor, and Kayla pushed the door of Suite 230 open with her foot, glancing around inside.
\par Suite 230 looked just like it had the night when all of this started. The blankets were still piled in the corner, and the three half\_eaten cans of spaghetti, the contents looking very green and moldy, were still on the sink. \'93
I don't think Liane has been back here,\'94 Kayla said, looking around. She looked into the other room and saw her old backpack on the floor, open and obviously searched, then abandoned. \'93I don't think she's been in here.\'94
\par Elizabet shook her head. \'93The police were here, but I know they were careful to leave everything the way it was.\'94
\par K
ayla pulled her jacket a little more tightly around her, not from physical cold but something else. This place looked so empty, depressing. It was hard to believe that she'd lived here. When Billy and Liane had been with her, somehow the place hadn't look
ed so bad. It'd been more of an adventure than a dump. \'93I'm glad I don't have to live here anymore,\'94 she said.
\par \'93Me too, child,\'94 Elizabet said, smiling.
\par Kayla bent to pick up her backpack. She \-unzipped the main pocket, looking inside. There wasn't much ther
e: half a candy bar, some change, and a bent photograph. She zipped it up again quickly, not wanting to look at the photo of her and her mom and dad in the backyard of their house, at her last birthday party. }{\i\f29 
I shouldn't have kept that; I should have left that at the house,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 I should have\emdash }{\f29 
\par \'93Is something wrong, Kayla?\'94 Elizabet asked.
\par Kayla shook her head quickly, rubbing at her eyes. \'93No, I'm fine,\'94 she lied. She slung the backpack over her shoulder. \'93I guess we should ask around out on the stre
et, see if anyone has seen Liane. Folks would remember that I'm a friend of hers, maybe they'd tell me.\'94 Kayla took one last look around Suite 230, then walked to the door.
\par Out on the street, she saw a few people she \-recognized, but not many. There was th
e old bearded man who sat on the sidewalk not far from the McDonald's, panhandling for change. The shopkeepers were still the same after only a couple weeks, but she'd never talked to any of them before, figuring that they'd only call the cops on her, so 
they probably wouldn't be much help.
\par She stood on the street corner, looking around, not certain where to go next. There was the elderly man who sold hot dogs from a wheeled cart. He'd smiled at her before and given them a couple extra hot dogs for free whe
n they'd bought from him. Maybe he'd know something about Liane.
\par \'93Elizabet, I'm going to talk to that guy,\'94 she said.
\par \'93Sounds like a good idea to me,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93I'll go get us some Cokes from the McDonald's.\'94
\par \'93Great,\'94 Kayla said. She waited for the light to change, then walked across the street to where the old man was slathering onions on a hot dog for one of his customers.
\par \'93Excuse me, sir,\'94 she began, then she saw Liane walk out from a bar entrance three doors down the street.
\par }{\i\f29 Liane!}{\f29 
\par She looked totally different. The old sweatshirt and jeans were gone\emdash she was wearing a tight white blouse and a black leather miniskirt, with four\_
inch spike heels. Kayla stared at her, too surprised to say anything. She walked to the edge of the curb, obviously waiting for someone. She looked around the busy street, then glanced in Kayla's direction.
\par Her eyes met Kayla's; she blinked, staring. \'93Kayla?\'94 she called, her voice mirroring her surprise. She took a few quick steps in Kayla's direction, then stopped.
\par \'93Liane?\'94 Kayla walked hesitantly toward her. Liane hugged her, smiling. }{\i\f29 She's okay, thank God she's okay. . . . }{\f29 
\par Kayla sniffled and rubbed at her eyes as she stepped back, looking at her friend. \'93Oh, hell, I smeared your makeup! I'm sorry, I didn't\emdash \'94
\par \'93Who cares? I'll fix it! But what did you do your hair?\'94 Liane asked. \'93It's wild!\'94
\par \'93What did you do to the rest of you?\'94 Kayla asked. \'93The way you're dressed, you look like\emdash \'94
\par A car pulled up on the curb with a squeal of tires\emdash a blue Chevy. Kayla glanced at it and froze. In the driver's seat was Nick, looking just like he had the night all of this started, wearing a white sportscoat with his hair all slicked back.
\par For a half second Kayla wanted to run away, but she stopped herself. She didn't have to run from Nick, not now.
\par \'93Who's that you're talkin' with, Liane?\'94 Nick got out of the car, walking over to them. \'93Liane, what are you doing with this punkette?\'94
\par Before, just that look would have sent Kayla running, especially without Billy around to keep her from being scared. }{\i\f29 But now, things are different.}{\f29  Kayla glared back at him. \'93I'm talking to my friend, bozo. What's it to you?\'94
\par \'93Nick.\'94 Liane put her hand on his arm. \'93Listen, I'll just be a few minutes. Can I talk to her?\'94
\par }{\i\f29 She's asking permission from him. This isn't right, this really isn't right.}{\f29  \'93Liane\emdash \'94
\par \'93Two minutes. You got an appointment now, remember? Can't keep people waiting.\'94
\par Kayla pulled Liane a few feet away, closer to a wall. \'93Liane, what in the hell are you doing? Nick? You're hanging out with Nick? With that total sleazeball?\'94
\par \'93It's not like that,\'94 Liane said, glancing at where Nick was waiting, leaning against the door of the Chevy. \'93Really. Nick is a cool guy once you get to know him, and he gives me lots of clothes to wear, takes me out to restaurants, buys
 me jewelry, and we get high all the time. It's really a lot of fun.\'94
\par \'93Jesus, Liane, you can't mean that!\'94
\par \'93Kayla, you know I hated living up in Suite 230. It was dirty all the time and there was never all that much food to eat. This is so much better. I'm happy now. I'm really happy now.\'94
\par \'93Come on, Liane, time to go,\'94 Nick said, straightening up and walking toward them.
\par \'93Liane, don't you want to . . . I mean, things are working out okay by me. You don't have to be here\emdash \'94
\par Nick reached out suddenly and grabbed Kayla by her jacket, shoving her against the wall. \'93Shut your mouth, chickie. Liane knows what she's \-doing. She knows what's good for her.\'94
\par Kayla twisted, trying to get free. Behind Nick, she could see that Liane's face was pale, her eyes wide.
\par }{\i\f29 I could toast you, slimeball,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 I could call up the magic and fry your ass.}{\f29 
\par In her mind's eye, she saw the black boy lying on the bloody apartment floor, twisting in pain.
\par }{\i\f29 No. Not that.}{\f29 
\par \'93Nick, please don't\emdash \'94 Liane pleaded.
\par Nick glanced at her, then let go of Kayla abruptly. \'93Sure, baby, anything you say,\'94 he said. <T>\'93Take a hike, chickie, don't bother us an more.\'94
\par \'93Kayla, is there a problem?\'94 It was Elizabet, standing a few feet away from them, holding two cups of soda. She surveyed the scene before her calmly, glaring at Nick.
\par \'93It's really okay,\'94 Liane said. \'93Kayla, this is what I want. I don't need your help.\'94
\par \'93Let's go, Liane,\'94 Nick said, taking her by the arm and walking with her to his car. He opened the car door for her and gave Kayla a last furious glance. The Chevy screamed away into traffic a few seconds later.
\par Elizabet stood quietly next to Kayla. \'93I'll call Nichelle downtown,\'94 she said. \'93I'm sure they can find Nick again, and Liane.\'94
\par \'93She didn't want me to help her,\'94 Kayla said. \'93She didn't want any help.\'94
\par \'93Come on, child, let's go home,\'94 Elizabet said gently.
\par 
\par Nataniel leaned back in his chair, gazing out at the lights of Las Vegas. It never ceased to amaze him the way the humans squandered so much electricity on this useless display of lights. It certainly was eye\_
catching, though, and garish, but still beautiful in its own way.
\par }{\i\f29 Such an incredible waste of energy,}{\f29  he thought, }{\i\f29 like so much about the humans, especially those with the gift of magic. They live their short, useless little lives, never dreaming what they could truly \-
accomplish. Now that would be an accomplishment worthy of an \-Unseelie prince . . . to gather the power of all of those untapped resources, guiding it where he will.}{\f29 
\par A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. \'93Come in,\'94 he said sharply.
\par Shari entered the room. She bowed, fractionally less than the last time she had approached him, he noted with a hidden smile. Shari, in her own way, was becoming dangerous, he had \-
decided, more questioning, edging toward disobedience. She spoke more often now of when they would return to the Unseelie Court, and he knew that she hated life among the humans, even more than most of his \-followers.
\par Still, she been the first one to follow him of her own free will when he had been cast out of the Unseelie Court. That was worth something, and he would tolerate a small amount of insolence in the remembrance of it.
\par \'93What is it?\'94 he asked.
\par \'93The human girl,\'94 Shari said, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. \'93The young mage. She's back in Los Angeles and growing in power even as we speak.\'94
\par \'93Oh, really?\'94 Nataniel asked, smiling. He wondered briefly how the human child had survived the Unseelie Court, then shrugged. She was alive, and that was all that mattered, that she was powerful enough to return to the human lands of her own will.

\par \'93Razz and his boys, they found her in Los \-Angeles. She nearly killed one of them with her magic, but apparently healed him afterwards. Several others of their gang disappeared, so they're still searching the area.
\par \'93I find it a little hard to believe,\'94 Shari continued, a touch of surprise tinged with something else\emdash admiration?\emdash in her voice. \'93She nearly killed someone and then healed him. Healing an enemy. Can you imagine that?\'94
\par \'93She's human, and a healer.\'94 Nataniel shrugged. \'93She probably can't bear the pain of others. We'll change that once we have her here again.\'94 His voice tightened. \'93
Tell the others to prepare for war. Razz has been useful to us, but we can't let him win this prize. We go to Los Angeles.\'94
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Fifteen
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93Wake up, sleepyhead!\'94 Kayla said, leaning around the edge of the open door. \'93
Come on, Elizabet, time to get up!\'94
\par Elizabet groaned, burying her face in her pillow.
\par \'93Elizabet, it's almost seven\_thirty. You have to get up and drive me to school, remember?\'94 }{\i\f29 She looks a little tired,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 But it's time to go; I need to get to school!}{\f29 
\par \'93To think that I asked for this,\'94 Elizabet said, her face muffled by the pillow. \'93I asked them to sign the papers, setting you up as my foster child. I must have been on drugs to do that. . . .\'94
\par \'93Elizabet, it's gonna be great. It's my first day at the new school!\'94 Kayla sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her expectantly. \'93Come on, let's go!\'94
\par \'93Child,\'94 Elizabet said, slowly getting out of bed and reaching for her bathrobe, \'93there is one major difference between us that you
 had better understand. I am a night person. I work the night shift at the station and sleep during the morning. You, on the other hand, are a day \-
person. You go to school in the daytime and sleep at night. As long as you're not too cheerful in the mornings, we should be able to get along just fine.\'94
\par \'93Well, there's one solution that would be really easy. You could buy me a car, since I'll be able to get my driving permit in a couple months, and then you wouldn't have to get up early in the morning anymore, right?\'94 Kayla asked hopefully.
\par \'93I'll think about it,\'94 Elizabet said, but Kayla caught the quick flash of her smile, like a hint of sunlight from behind clouds. \'93First we'll have to see how you do in high school,\'94 Elizabet continued, walking to the bathroo
m. Through the open door, Kayla could hear the sound of water running from the tap and Elizabet splashing water on her face. \'93Then we can maybe talk about a car.\'94
\par Elizabet emerged from the bathroom drying her face with a towel. \'93So are you ready for your first day at the new high school?\'94 she asked.
\par \'93You bet!\'94 Kayla said, though suddenly she was much less certain. }{\i\f29 I think I can deal with it,}{\f29  she thought. She'd thought quite a bit about it over the last three days, what it would be like to be back in school,
 meeting new kids and teachers. She hadn't felt nervous at all yesterday when Elizabet had taken her downtown to complete the foster parent paperwork. And then they had driven to the school so Kayla could register for classes. The school secretary had kep
t
 them waiting outside her office for ten minutes, but Elizabet only had to deliver a few seconds of what Kayla privately was starting to think of as The Eyebrow, a stern look that allowed no opposition, before the secretary quickly filed the forms, mutter
ing something about needing Kayla's transcripts later. So now Kayla was a registered student at Laurel High School. And now, as of this morning, she was totally terrified.
\par }{\i\f29 It won't be so bad,}{\f29  she tried to tell herself. }{\i\f29 They're just kids like me.}{\f29  That thought stopped her. }{\i\f29 
No, not like me. Not anymore. I don't think any of them can call magic with their hands or heal somebody or hear someone else's thoughts. I'm different now, totally different.}{\f29 
\par As if hearing her thoughts, Elizabet said, \'93Don't worry so much, child. It'll be fine. You'll see.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, but what . . . what if I run into one of Carlos' guys or something? You don't seem to be worried about that, but there are a couple of street gangs out there who don't like me very much, remember?\'94
\par Elizabet walked to her closet, reaching inside for a blouse and skirt. \'93They did come by,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93Twice. But they haven't been back in several days.\'94
\par \'93What?\'94 Kayla asked, surprised.
\par \'93
They came by when you were gone. From what you told me, my guess it that it was when you were in the elven lands. I think time moves a little differently there; you were there for only a few hours, but a week went by for the rest of us. Several boys pulle
d up in their cars at the foot of the driveway and sat there for a while. They came back, looked around, and always left without causing any trouble.\'94
\par \'93I wish you'd told me that,\'94 Kayla muttered.
\par \'93I didn't think it mattered too much,\'94 Elizabet answered. \'93After all, they haven't been back in several days. And we have the LAPD keeping an eye on the house, while they get their warrants amd subpoenas together.\'94
\par \'93But what if they come back?\'94 Kayla asked. \'93What will we do then?\'94
\par \'93We'll deal with it then,\'94 Elizabet said, taking some pantyhose from her dresser drawer. \'93Go get some breakfast, child,\'94 she continued. \'93We'll have to get out of here in the next few minutes if we're to get you to the school on time.\'94

\par 
\par Kayla was lost in her own thoughts as Elizabet drove. }{\i\f29 I wonder what kind of people I'm going to meet at the school? I wonder if there's going to be any good teachers? Like that teacher Ramon was telling me about. I wonder if . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Stop that, child,\'94 Elizabet said from the driver's seat, not taking her eyes off the road.
\par \'93Stop what?\'94 Kayla asked, surprised.
\par \'93I can sense the magic around you,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93When you worry, when you're not paying \-attention, you let your magic show. That's the real danger, child. You can't lose control of that, not for a minut
e. At home, you don't have to worry about it because I've taken steps to prevent any magic traces from leaking out. But if anybody is going to find you, it'll be because of your magic, not because of a street address.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, right,\'94 Kayla said. She pushed all her worried thoughts away from her, concentrating on calmness, trying to find the burning fire \-inside her and quiet it down. }{\i\f29 Chill out in there,}{\f29 
 she thought, talking to the flickering blue flames as if the magic was a misbehaving child. }{\i\f29 Just chill out for a while. We'll probably do magic lessons again tonight. You'll get to do stuff then.}{\f29 
\par In the magic lessons, where Kayla was now learning to \'93hear\'94 better, that was something that Elizabet had taught her, to think of the magic as a little child, somebo
dy who wouldn't always do what she wanted but could be convinced if you talked fast enough. Her ability to hear people's thoughts and talk directly to Elizabet with her mind was getting better, as well. }{\i\f29 Maybe I'm \-
finally starting to get the hang of this magic thing, }{\f29 she thought, and smiled.
\par \'93Well, here we are,\'94 Elizabet said, pulling into the high school parking lot. \'93Try not to raise too much hell on your first morning, will you, child?\'94 She smiled at Kayla, who grinned back her. \'93I'll be waiting here at 
the end of your last class,\'94 Elizabet continued, \'93but now I'm going home and definitely going back to sleep.\'94
\par \'93See you later,\'94 Kayla said, climbing out of the VW.
\par }{\i\f29 This is a great\_looking school,}{\f29  she decided. }{\i\f29 Twenty million kids all running into their classes. And a few of them even have hair that's more punked out than mine. Not too many with this kind of cool leather jacket, though.

\par Ramon's jacket. I wonder how he's doing?}{\f29 
\par She felt smugly proud at having achieved black leather superiority over the other students.
\par Kayla walked to the school secretary's office. The gray\_haired woman assigned a student worker to \-escort her to her first class, who also introduced her to the instructor of the English Literature course. The dark\_haired man with the handlebar mus
tache gestured for Kayla to take one of the empty chairs, then continued his \-detailed explanation of the relationships\- in Shakespeare's }{\i\f29 Romeo and Juliet}{\f29 .
\par Kayla listened in spite of herself, fascinated by the teacher's command of language and the way he stopped every few minutes to recite a few lines from the play, becoming that character for several seconds, bringing the play to life. \'93
And tomorrow we'll watch a film version of }{\i\f29 Romeo and Juliet}{\f29 , and then compare that to }{\i\f29 West Side Story,}{\f29 \'94 he concluded, jus
t as the bell rang. Kayla blinked, realizing that the hour had gone by without her even noticing it.
\par }{\i\f29 Now all I have to do is figure out how to get to Building 12, Room 3,}{\f29  Kayla thought, gathering up her notebooks. She waited until the rush of students leaving the room had died down a bit before walking out into the hallway.
\par \'93You looked like you were really into that Shakespeare stuff,\'94 someone said from directly behind her.
\par Kayla glanced back and saw a young man with an unruly mop of wild red hair. He was grinning at her.
\par \'93Yeah, I thought it was pretty cool,\'94 she said. \'93Listen, maybe you can help me out. I need to figure out how to get to my next class.\'94
\par \'93Hey, no problem,\'94 the redhead said. \'93My name's Mike, what's yours?\'94
\par \'93Kayla,\'94 she said. \'93Kayla Smith.\'94
\par \'93Oh, you've got Tokugawa next for biology, too,\'94 Mike said, leaning over to look at her class schedule on top of her notebook. \'93
She's a killer, probably the toughest teacher in the whole school. And you've got Wilson for English Grammar after that. Looks like we've got pretty much the same schedule, which makes sense if you're in the Honors program, too.\'94
\par \'93Honors program?\'94 Kayla said. \'93I didn't know Elizabet signed me up for that.\'94
\par \'93Who's Elizabet? Your stepmom?\'94
\par \'93No, my . . . uh . . . my guardian. It's a long story,\'94 she added at his confused look.
\par \'93Yeah, well, tell it to me over lunch. We'd better get ourselves to class.\'94 They walked quickly across the quad to another building, where Mike introduced her to two of 
his friends, Stephanie and Bert, just before the bell rang to begin biology class. Miss Tokugawa, a tiny Oriental woman, began her lecture on genetics. Kayla realized that Mike was absolutely right: this class was going to be a killer. But an hour later, 
she knew a lot more about genetics than she had \-before.
\par English Grammar was almost a relief after that, and Kayla was rather pleased when Mrs. Wilson turned out to be a cheerful, exuberant young woman who obviously loved what she was teaching.
\par After the class ended, Kayla caught up with Mike and his friends in the hallway. He saw her and smiled. \'93Hey, Kayla, we're thinking of going and getting burgers for lunch. Do you want to go?\'94
\par \'93I thought you needed a lunch pass to leave the school,\'94 Kayla said. \'93At least, I thought that's what the secretary told me.\'94
\par \'93Well, yeah.\'94 Mike shrugged. \'93Or you could just climb the fence, which is what we usually do. It's no big deal; they don't really care all that much. We should all take journalism next semester. That way yo
u get an automatic gate pass. Let's go, guys.\'94
\par Kayla followed them out the building and around the school auto shop to a deserted area of fence. }{\i\f29 I hope Mike's right about this. I'd \-really hate to get busted on my first day at a new school.}{\f29 
\par Mike scaled the wire fence with the ease of someone who's been practicing it for a long time, and Steph and Bert started up as well. Kayla sighed and began pulling herself up the chain links. She jumped down lightly to join the others on the other side. }
{\i\f29 This isn't too bad<M>,<D> she thought. First day here, already making some friends, some cool guys who aren't afraid of a little adventure. Though I bet they wouldn't \-believe the kind of adventures I've had lately.}{\f29 
\par \'93We usually go to the Burger Shack just over there across the street,\'94 Mike said, starting across the wide boulevard.
\par \'93Mike, watch out!\'94 Steph yelled. Mike looked up, too late.
\par The oncoming driver slammed on his brakes, but not fast enough.
\par }{\i\f29 He's going to hit him! He's going to\emdash }{\f29 
\par Mike yelled once, a hoarse sound, 
and then the blue car hit him, knocking him up the hood of the car. He landed hard against the windshield. The blue car squealed to a stop a few feet further down the road. Mike slid off the hood onto the asphalt, lying very still on the street.
\par \'93Oh, shit . . .\'94 Kayla was kneeling next to him a minute later. He was still conscious, staring at her, his mouth moving but not making any sound.
\par She put her hands on his shoulders and her other vision peeked in a moment later. }{\i\f29 He's hurt on the inside, bleeding. No broken bones, but I'd better stop that bleeding.}{\f29 
 Relief swept through her as she realized that he'd be okay. And then she called the magic out from that tiny safe place where she'd hidden it away from sight, freeing it to run through her. She could feel it skittering down her arms \-
beneath the leather jacket, tickling her hands. She knelt closer over Mike so her body would shield the light, closed her eyes, and let the magic flow through her.
\par From a distance, she could hear Stephanie's voice. \'93Oh my God, Mike!\'94 And Bert: \'93Kayla, is he okay?\'94
\par Kayla didn't answer; all of her concentration was on the magic, caught up in the healing.
\par \'93Hey, girl, is he okay?\'94 an older voice asked, rough with concern. Someone grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back. Magic flared, 
bright enough that Kayla could see it through her closed eyes. She damped it immediately, knowing that she'd done what she needed to.
\par }{\i\f29 He's okay, he'll be all right.}{\f29 
\par She opened her eyes and saw Steph staring at her, a last hint of blue fire reflected in the other girl's eyes. \'93Kayla, what . . . ?\'94 she began, and then stopped.
\par \'93It's okay, he's okay,\'94 Kayla said quickly. \'93Mike's gonna be fine.\'94
\par The driver of the car shook his head. \'93I must be seeing things . . . hey, kid, you all right?\'94 he said to Mike, who was sitting up slowly with Bert's help.
\par \'93Yeah, I'm fine,\'94 Mike said, then glared at the driver. \'93Jesus, man, can't you watch where you're driving? You could've killed me.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, well, you should look before you run into the street! Goddamn kids,\'94 the driver said, then sighed. \'93
Listen, kid, here's my business card. If you decide later in the day that you're not all right, get yourself to a hospital. Don't worry about it, I'll pay for it. Just don't tell my insurance company, okay?\'94
\par Mike stood up slowly, a little wobbly on his feet, and Kayla and Bert both reached out to steady him. \'93Yeah, sure.\'94
\par \'93You sure you're all right, Mike?\'94 Steph asked.
\par He nodded. \'93Yeah, yeah, I feel fine. Just a couple bruises maybe, that's all.\'94 He glanced in the direction of the school. \'93Hey, look at that!\'94
\par Kayla turned and saw the row of students staring and pointing at them through the chain link fence. }{\i\f29 Great,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 
That's all I need now. I know Steph saw the magic, and the driver, though I don't think the driver believed in it. Mike was too out of it to notice anything, but who knows how many of those kids saw what I did.}{\f29 
\par \'93We'd better get out of here before the principal shows up,\'94 Mike said. \'93How 'bout we skip on the burgers for lunch? Somehow I'm not all that hungry anymore.\'94
\par \'93Good plan,\'94 Kayla said, and they headed back onto the sidewalk, climbing the fence to get back into the school. She saw Steph watching her as she jumped down from the fence, and looked away, not wanting to answer the questions in Steph's eyes.

\par 
\par No one commented on it, though, and by the end of the day Kayla had almost forgotten the incident. Each of her classes was more fascinating than the last, and she'd met a dozen interesting people ranging from the quiet Sandra to Mike's best friend Steve, 
who described himself as a computer hacker and offered to take Kayla on a guided tour of the AT&T network. Mike had to one\_
up that offer by saying that he'd teach Kayla how to pick locks and get herself out of a pair of handcuffs, to which Steve said that he figured he'd break Bank of America's security codes by next week and wouldn't that be a fun place to check out?
\par Kayla was laughing so hard at their attempts to impress her that it took her a few moments to \-notice the two businessmen that were loitering just outside the school's wire fence. Loitering and watching them. A moment later, Kayla \-noticed their ears.

\par Their long, curved, pointed ears.
\par \'93Uh, excuse me, guys,\'94 Kayla said. She walked quickly into the closest building and stood there for a moment, leaning against the row of metal lockers. }{\i\f29 It's the elves. They know I'm here. What am I supposed to do now?}{\f29 
\par As if for an answer, Kayla saw one of the business\_suited elves walk into the building, scanning the hallway. He saw her, and for a brief moment, they stared at each other. Then Kayla turned and ran.
\par She didn't hear footsteps running behind her, but a split second later there was the startling crackle of displaced air and then the elf was standing ten feet ahead of her, right in the middle of the only d
oorway out of the building. He smiled at her. Kayla didn't lose a step, but slammed into him at full speed like a high school football player. The elf had time for one startled expression on his finely\_
chiseled features before he was knocked flying. Kayla heard him crash into a locker as she fell, then she rolled to her feet and kept going.
\par }{\i\f29 Can't believe it. Elves invading my new high school, and it's only my first day here!}{\f29  She dodged into the next building, running past the startled faces of other students, then through the open double doors and past the library.
\par The main entrance to the school was just ahead, and the parking lot behind it. Kayla went through those gates as though all the demons in hell were hot on her tail. }{\i\f29 Well, at least one of them is!}{\f29  
She stumbled to a stop in the parking lot, looking around quickly.
\par Ten feet away, she saw Elizabet's VW, parked with the convertible top down. She ran for it. Elizabet smiled as Kayla flung open the door and dived into the passenger seat.
\par \'93So, how was your first day at the new high school?\'94 Elizabet asked cheerfully.
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \page Chapter Sixteen
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93Drive, drive, let's get out of here!\'94
 Kayla said, glancing back to see whether the elf was following her. She couldn't see him, but . . . 
\par \'93It wasn't that bad, was it?\'94 Elizabet asked, turning the key in the ignition and slowly backing the VW out of the parking spot.
\par \'93Yes, it was! It was awful!\'94 She stopped, realizing that they were talking about different things. \'93I mean, school was fine, great, but . . . but . . . what were you doing around lunchtime, like a few minutes \-after noon?\'94
\par \'93Sleeping,\'94 Elizabet said, the VW slowing to a stop at the next streetlight. \'93I work night shift, \-remember?\'94
\par \'93Oh yeah, that's right,\'94 Kayla said. \'93Well, it's kinda like this. . . . \'94
\par \'93You got yourself into trouble,\'94 Elizabet said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. \'93On your first day at your new high school, you got yourself into trouble.\'94
\par \'93Well, not exactly school trouble,\'94 Kayla said, wondering exactly how she was going to explain this. \'93Not like getting sent to detention or anything like that. I got into, well . . . another kind of trouble.\'94
\par \'93What do you mean by that?\'94 Elizabet asked, glancing at her and raising one eyebrow.
\par Kayla glanced out the car window, wanting to look at anything bu
t Elizabet's face. She didn't want to see Elizabet's annoyance with her, or the disappointment that she knew was there, that her ward couldn't even get through one day at school without getting into trouble. . . . 
\par The light changed to green, and the VW started forward. Kayla saw a green BMW that looked like it was going to run the intersection. . . . 
\par A green BMW, with the pointy\_eared businessmen in the front seat.
\par \'93Oh no, it's them!\'94 Kayla shouted, pointing through the windshield. \'93The killer elves!\'94
\par \'93Kayla, that's a remarkably childish way to try and change the subject,\'94 Elizabet said. \'93You're really\emdash \'94 Her words were cut off by a squeal of tires as the green BMW skidded through the \-
intersection just behind them, missing the little VW by a few inches. Elizabet swerved their car sharply, barely missing an old Volvo that was trying to make a lane change.
\par Kayla glanced back to see the BMW scream through a tight U\_turn, accelerating after them. \'93Elizabet, get us out of here,\'94 Kayla yelled, hanging on to the dashboard.
\par For an answer, Elizabet gunned the engine, the VW seeming to leap forward past the other cars on the road. Kayla looked back again to see the BMW deftly dodging two cars in a near collision to stay close behind them.
\par \'93Hold on, child,\'94 Elizabet sa
id calmly. Without warning, Elizabet yanked the steering wheel hard, bringing the VW to a sharp stop and spinning the tail end of the car around in a perfect circle to face in the other direction. She floored the gas again. Kayla saw, through the BMW's wi
ndshield, the wide\_
eyed faces of two elves in business suits as the BMW went past them in the other direction. She turned to see what they did, but the BMW was lost in traffic within a few seconds, apparently unable to make an emergency turn to follow them.
\par Elizabet drove in silence, making several more turns through small residential streets, before taking them back to the 101 Freeway.
\par Kayla was still trying to catch her breath. \'93Elizabet, that was . . . that was }{\i\f29 scary,\'94}{\f29  she said at last.
\par \'93My younger brother used to race stock cars in the seventies,\'94 the older woman said. \'93I learned a few things from him. And now,\'94 she said in a voice with a lot more edge to it, \'93
I would like you to tell me exactly what happened to you at school today. }{\i\f29 Everything.\'94}{\f29 
\par \'93Okay,\'94 Kayla said, a little meekly. }{\i\f29 At least we're away from the killer elves\emdash now all I have to deal with is }{\f29 Elizabet.
\par 
\par Enrique Ramirez glanced around the empty hallway outside the high school gym, before fishing in his jeans pockets for some coins. He dialed the pay phone quickly.
\par \'93Hey, Carlos, }{\i\f29 mi amigo}{\f29  . . . yeah, yeah, I'm fine . . . listen, got some news for you . . . that little white girl, the }{\i\f29 bruja.}{\f29 
 Well, she was here at the high school today. A kid was hit by a car, everyone's still talking about it, and listen, you'll never guess what I saw her do. . . . \'94
\par 
\par }\pard \qc \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 * * *
\par }\pard \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 \'93Those idiots,\'94 Shari said, slamming down the phone receiver into its cradle. \'93They're useless, \-totally useless.\'94
\par \'93Then you shouldn't use them, my dear,\'94 Perenor said from across the room, h
is feet propped up on the end of the couch. He looked the picture of an indolent elflord, sipping from a glass of wine, his suit tie undone and lying on the couch next to him.
\par \'93What are you suggesting, my lord?\'94 Shari asked tartly. }{\i\f29 He's ceasing to be amusing,}{\f29  she thought. }{\i\f29 He's as cold in bed as he is outside of it. And it's \-
because he's toying with me; I know he is. He wants something more from me, and he's only playing games until he gets it. . . .  }{\f29 
\par \'93Just that this could be done much more easily by you and me than by some of those rejects of the Unseelie Court.\'94
\par Shari stiffened at that remark, and Perenor smiled.
\par \'93Does that bother you, my dear?\'94 he asked silkily. \'93I would have thought not. That you would care as little about your exile from the Unseelie Court as I do about mine from the Seelie Court.\'94
\par He gestured at the view of the ocean through the pane glass windows. \'93Isn't this much better than living in the Unseelie Court, in that dark, desolate place? I've been to the Unseelie lands, so lifeless and l
acking in magic. Do you really want to go back there?\'94
\par \'93I will return home,\'94 Shari said, a touch of steel in her voice. \'93My lord Nataniel will see to that.\'94
\par \'93Ah, Nataniel,\'94 Perenor said. \'93An interesting fellow . . . ambitious, intelligent. I just wonder what he'll be able to accomplish with it.\'94
\par \'93I am loyal to\emdash \'94 Shari began, but Perenor cut off her words with a gesture.
\par \'93I know you are, Sharanya. That is one of the things I admire the most about you. I just wonder whether that loyalty might be misplaced.\'94 He rose from the couch, walking to the wet bar to pour himself another glass of dark red wine.
\par \'93What do you mean, my lord?\'94 Shari asked.
\par Perenor turned, the glass of wine in his hand. \'93Just this. Imagine for a moment you, Nataniel, my daughter Ria, and I are to meet and discuss various business ventures tonight. We have dinner reservations for five o'clock, as I recall.\'94
\par \'93Yes. What of it?\'94
\par \'93Let's say that you and I were to leave now, to go to that high school where your inept associates completely failed to 
capture the young human mage. There will be records of where this little mage lives somewhere in their files. We search through the records, or use the \-administrators to find the information. . . . \'94
\par \'93Easily done,\'94 she said. \'93They are only \-humans, after all.\'94
\par \'93Agreed. Some simple magic to force them to tell us what we need to know. Then, at dinner tonight, we convince Nataniel that we should go pick up this mage immediately. After all, that's a pet project of his, isn't it? And then, somehow, during the c
ourse of capturing it . . . something unfortunate happens to Nataniel.\'94 He raised his glass to her in a toast. \'93
And then you, my dear, would be free to return to the Unseelie lands with your elven host, with the human mage at your side to defeat the Unseelie Queen for you.\'94
\par \'93But I wouldn't . . . \'94
\par \'93Think about it,\'94 Perenor said, smiling. \'93Nataniel cares too much about this human world. That's why he's built an empire here. Do you really believe him when he says that he wants to go home?\'94
\par \'93I don't know,\'94 Shari admitted. \'93Sometimes I \-believe him, but . . . \'94 She glanced up at him, eyes narrowed. \'93And what do you get out of this, my lord Perenor?\'94
\par He shrugged. \'93I could say I do it simply out of my regard for you, that I care about you and I want to see you
 happy. But you would assume that was a lie, of course. Let's say this, instead: I help you gain the Unseelie throne, and then you'll grant me your aid to use against the Seelie Court. I have no great desire to return there, but I do owe them something fo
r exiling me.\'94
\par \'93Now }{\i\f29 that}{\f29  is a motivation I understand,\'94 Shari said. She moved past him, pouring wine into \-another glass. \'93You could lie to me, though,\'94 she said, \'93
Just a little. Pretend that you're doing this because you care for me. That you'd love me \-infinitely, the way the humans do.\'94
\par \'93Should I?\'94 Perenor said, an amused tilt to his lips. \'93Do you want me to lie to you, Shari? Should I tell you about the beauty of your eyes, the way that your hair falls in such lovely flowing waves to your waist?\'94 He move
d closer to her, smiling that wicked smile, stray rays of sunlight from the window glinting off his silvery hair. \'93What other lies would you have me tell you?\'94
\par \'93All of those and more,\'94 she said, taking a sip from her wineglass, close enough that she could have leaned forward to touch him.
\par \'93Let's drink to the one thing we both know is true,\'94 Perenor said, raising his glass. \'93To partnership.\'94
\par \'93To partnership,\'94 she echoed, and drank slowly, her eyes never leaving him for an instant.
\par }{\i\f29 To partnership,}{\f29  she thought, }{\i\f29 and all the pleasures of it . . . until the moment when I don't need you anymore, my lord Perenor.}{\f29 
\par 
\par Razz sat back in the back seat of the white Mercedes, his fingers drumming an idle pattern on the leather upholstery. Something was wrong and he knew it, 
but he couldn't put a finger on it. Maybe everything looked like it was fine, but he knew something was wrong. Here he was, in the back seat of his favorite car, good blow drawn out on the \-
mirror in thin little lines on the seat next to him, and his best girl promising to meet him later \-tonight. But something was wrong.
\par His mother had said it when he was just a little kid, that he had something special. The eyes, she'd called it, talking about how her mother had had it. A way to know when something bad wa
s going down. And that was what he felt right now, with the hair prickling on the back of his neck and the tight feeling in his belly.
\par The car phone rang. Flyboy, Razz's driver, picked it up, listened for a moment, and then handed it back to Razz. \'93It's Hotshot, bro,\'94 he said. Razz took the phone from his outstretched hand.
\par Hotshot's voice was thin and faint across the crackling phone line. \'93We've been following Shari's people like you asked,\'94 Hotshot said. \'93Just like you thought, they led us straight to th
at white chick, the one that did the number on Marcus. I saw the kid take off like a bat out of hell in a VW with some black mama, heading \-toward L.A.\'94
\par \'93You got license plates on her, bro?\'94 Razz asked.
\par Hotshot laughed a little. \'93More than that, Razz, I know the sister. It's the lady that works with the cops downtown. Winters, her name is. I met her last time they booked me. She's a good sister, Razz,\'94 he added. \'93
She helped one of my cousins get a job, sent a friend of mine's little brother to the gangbanger camp in Malibu, kept him out of county jail.\'94
\par \'93Yeah, well, we won't do shit to her, but I want that little white bitch,\'94 Razz said. \'93I don't know what she did to Marcus, but it was some serious shit, you hear me? You find out where this mama lives; we'll
 go drop by and pay our respects later \-tonight.\'94
\par \'93You got it, bro,\'94 Hotshot said. Razz heard the click of him disconnecting.
\par He held the cellular phone in his hand for a moment longer, thinking about things. That feeling of something being wrong still wouldn't go away.
\par He leaned forward to speak to his driver. \'93Stop by the house,\'94 he ordered, \'93I want to pick up some heavy shit, some of the Uzis and automatics. I have a feeling about tonight. I think we'll need it.\'94
\par 
\par The sun was setting at the far end of th
e San Fernando Valley, a disc of dark orange light disappearing behind the hills, turning the sky to shades of pink and pale blue. It was an effect that Perenor knew was caused by the smog, but it was beautiful in spite of that. He heard Shari's breath ca
tch as she looked at the gorgeous \-sunset.
\par \'93Such beauty from such filth,\'94 she commented, handing her car keys to the valet as she stepped out of the car. Perenor took her arm and walked with her to the entrance of the restaurant where the doorman stood, hol
ding the door open for them. This was his favorite Japanese restaurant in the Valley, an elegant restaurant nestled against the hills. It was, fortunately enough, also close to where the young mage lived. }{\i\f29 
Five minutes away, just off Laurel Canyon,}{\f29  he thought with a satisfied smile.
\par Inside the restaurant, Perenor glanced past the tables where humans sat talking and eating, looking for his daughter and Nataniel. They were seated in a far corner, talking animatedly. As he and Shari walked toward them, Perenor 
could hear the edges of their business discussion.
\par \'93But you're going to have to amortize, which means that your return on investment will drop over the five\_year period down to forty percent!\'94
\par \'93But what if I recapitalize at the end of the fifth year?\'94 Nataniel asked. He glanced up and saw Perenor and Shari as they walked up to the table. \'93Ah, my friend Perenor! It's good to see you again,\'94
 he said, standing and clasping Perenor's hand. \'93Your daughter has amazing insights into this new venture of mine. I'm delighted that you were able to introduce us.\'94
\par \'93I guessed that it might be profitable for both of you,\'94 Perenor said, holding out a chair for Shari, then seating himself at the end of the table. \'93Ria is an extraordinarily talented young woman, as we've seen
 from the success of her Llewellyn Corporation.\'94
\par He saw that Ria smiled at that, but her eyes were cool and assessing. }{\i\f29 She's learning,}{\f29  he thought with a touch of regret. }{\i\f29 She no longer blindly worships me. Which is a pity, really. If she ever becomes a danger to me . . . }{\f29 

\par \'93But we should talk of other things,\'94 Perenor continued. \'93Shari has some interesting news for you, Nataniel.\'94
\par \'93Oh, indeed,\'94 Nataniel said, turning to his liegewoman.
\par Shari crumpled her napkin into her lap . . . a little nervously, Perenor thought. \'93
It's that young human mage that you were so interested in, my lord. Morendil and Keryn found her this afternoon. And Lord Perenor was kind enough to suggest a visit to the g
irl's school, where we found the school administrators to be . . . quite helpful in giving us the information we needed to find the girl.\'94
\par \'93How interesting,\'94 Nataniel said, smiling. \'93I knew you wouldn't fail me in this, Sharanya.\'94
\par Shari colored slightly, a faint touch of pink creeping across her face. }{\i\f29 She does poorly at these games of deception,}{\f29  Perenor thought. }{\i\f29 Nataniel has some skill at it, but Shari is a child beside him\emdash or me.}{\f29 
\par \'93I took the liberty of calling together the Host, my lord,\'94 Shari said. \'93They can meet us at the girl's address after we finish our supper here.\'94
\par \'93That sounds like an excellent plan,\'94 Nataniel said. \'93We can have a delightful dinner here in the company of good friends,\'94 he smiled at Ria, who glanced away from him, \'93and then go pick up this useful little human girl.\'94
\par Nataniel's gaze drifted back to Shari, and his eyes narrowed slightly. }{\i\f29 He knows,}{\f29  Perenor thought. }{\i\f29 He knows that something is amiss. Like a wolf near a trap, he can sense it. But will he figure it out before the trap close
s in on him?}{\f29 
\par Nataniel turned back to Ria. \'93So, Ria, what else can you suggest for increasing return on \-investment in this venture?\'94
\par 
\par Kayla tried to concentrate on her geometry homework, but she couldn't stop herself from listening to Elizabet's voice from the other room. \'93Yes, Nichelle . . . no, I agree unfortunately . . . well, then, it's settled.\'94
 There was the click of the phone being hung up, and Elizabet walked into the living room a moment later, frowning.
\par \'93So, what did you tell her,\'94 Kayla asked, \'93And what did she say?\'94
\par \'93That police patrols around the house weren't good enough. She'll arrange a safe place for you to be while they get the warrants together. They're sending over a patrol right now to take us in.\'94
\par Elizabet sighed. \'93We'll probably spend tonight downtown, and tomorrow they'll send us over to a witness shelter. I just hope you can give them enough information that they can find these people.\'94
\par \'93I'm sorry, Elizabet,\'94 Kayla said in a small voice. \'93I never meant to be this much trouble for you.\'94
\par Elizabet smiled and reached over to ruffle Kayla's short pelt of hair. \'93You certainly know how to make an old woman's life interesting, child,\'94 she said.
\par There was a knock at the front door, a polite \-rapping.
\par \'93Could that be the police already?\'94 Kayla asked, glancing at Elizabet.
\par \'93They might have had a patrol car in the area,\'94 Elizabet said.
\par \'93I'll let them in,\'94 Kayla said, bounding up from the couch.
\par \'93Then again, I don't think they'd be here so quickly\emdash wait a moment, don't\emdash \'94 Elizabet said, just as Kayla unlocked the front door.
\par The first thing she saw was the gun. It was a shiny silver revolver, pointed right at her, the large barrel of the gun right in front of her eyes. Then she saw the face of the young black man holding the pistol, his smile half hidde
n beneath the hood of his bright blue sweatshirt.
\par Behind him, Kayla could see two more young men wearing blue caps and sweatshirts, and two cars parked in Elizabet's driveway. One was the white Mercedes convertible with the bashed front fender, a car that she'd hoped she'd never see again.
\par \'93Elizabet!\'94 Kayla said in a voice that came out as a squeak.
\par Kayla felt Elizabet's hand upon her shoulder. Elizabet's voice was calm, almost too calm, as she surveyed the three gang members standing in her doorway. \'93Maybe you boys should come inside?\'94 Elizabet said quietly.
\par \'93Thank you, sister,\'94 the young man with the \-revolver said. \'93Don't mind if we do.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 She's inviting them in?}{\f29 
\par As if hearing her thoughts Elizabet murmured to Kayla, \'93Don't worry, child. Everything will work out fine.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 I don't think so,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 I really don't think so. . . . }{\f29 
\par \page 
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Chapter Seventeen
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 \'93Are you gonna stay chill about this, mama?\'94
 the leader of the three young men asked as they walked into the living room. \'93You're not going to try to fuck around with us, are you?\'94
\par \'93No, I certainly don't intend to do that,\'94 Elizabet said evenly.
\par The young man nodded as if satisfied and glanced at his associates. \'93Holster 'em, homies,\'94 he said. \'93Show some respect for the sister.\'94
\par Kayla breathed a very small sigh of relief as the young men put the guns away, sliding them under their shirts or behind their waistbands.
\par \'93So, mama,\'94 the leader said, sitting down on the edge of the couch, one knee propped up \-under his chin. \'93We're here with a businesslike proposition.\'94 He glanced at Kayla, still standing by the door. \'93
My name is Razz. These two are my lieutenants.\'94
\par \'93I can't exactly say it's a pleasure to meet you, Razz,\'94 Elizabet said as she sat down in the chair across from him. <T>
\par }{\i\f29 She's so calm,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 She's got to be as scared as I am, but she's sure not showing it.}{\f29 
\par \'93The white chick should sit down, too,\'94 Razz said, <W1%\_12>\'93<|><D%0>'Cause she's part of the business deal.\'94
\par }{\i\f29 Somehow I don't think I like the sound of that. . . .}{\f29 
\par He gestured at her, and Kayla sat down gingerly at the far end of the couch, as far from the young men as she could manage.
\par \'93It's like this,\'94 Razz said. \'93Here we are, some \-enterprising men trying to improve the lot of the African\_American in America an
d we hear about this white kid that can do some wild shit, serious juju magic. And I think to myself: Razz, that's someone that we need, someone that can help our cause. So I come here to talk to the sister who's watching over the white chick, figuring sh
e'll do what's right by our people. That she'll give us the white chick, let her work with us and our people.\'94
\par Kayla glanced nervously at Elizabet, who was \-being very quiet. }{\i\f29 She's not really thinking about it, is she?}{\f29  Kayla thought, suddenly very scared. }{\i\f29 She wouldn't just give me to these guys, would she?}{\f29 
\par Elizabet glanced at Kayla and then turned back to the young man. \'93No,\'94 she said.
\par He blinked, as though he wasn't certain that he'd heard her correctly. \'93What are you saying, sister?\'94
\par \'93I said no. What I'm saying, }{\i\f29 brother,}{\f29  is that you're not my brother. You're not a hero of the people.\'94
\par Elizabet matched his glare with one of her own. \'93My people are making something of themselves. They're doctors, lawyers, preachers, politicians. They're doing something to help the African\_American in this country. You, boy, are just a thug.\'94

\par \'93Is that what you think, mama?\'94 Razz stood up, shaking his fist at her. \'93You don't know jack shit about it, lady. Fuck this,\'94 he said. \'93Grab the kid. We're leaving.\'94
\par \'93Razz!\'94 It was a shout from outside, \'93You'd better get out here, man.\'94
\par Razz strode to the door; he paused, glancing back at Kayla and Elizabet. \'93Don't let 'em pull any shit,\'94 he directed the two lieutenants, who nodded.
\par Kayla glanced nervously at the semi\_automatic pistol that was now back in one of the young men's hands. She edged a little closer to the edge of the couch so she could see through the open doorway what was happening outside.
\par There were more cars in the driveway and in the street beyond. Kayla instantly recognized the two standing in the forefront of the small group of people: Shari and Nataniel.
\par Razz walked out to the group of elves, quietly talking with them for a few moments in a voice too quiet for Kayla to hear. }{\i\f29 He can't see them for what they are,}{\f29  Kayla thought. }{\i\f29 Nobody but Elizabet and I know what those people are. }
{\f29 
\par Razz said something else, then turned and walked back toward the house. Without a word, he stormed into the house, grabbed Kayla by the arm, and dragged her outside. Kayla had a glimpse of Elizabet
 starting forward, only to have her way blocked by one of the young gunmen.
\par \'93This is what you want, Nate? This little white girl?\'94 he demanded, shoving Kayla in front of the Unseelie.
\par Kayla felt like a mouse surrounded by several hungry snakes. The Unseelie were gazing at her with expressions that she didn't want to identify, and she saw the mix of hate\_fear on the faces of Razz's men.
\par \'93That's the girl,\'94 Shari said quietly. \'93You will hand her over to us now, Razz.\'94
\par \'93Like hell, mama!\'94 Razz glared at her.
\par \'93You little fool,\'94 Nataniel said, in a voice like ice. \'93You don't know what you're dealing with, boy. I would rather see this girl dead, and all of your \-junior hoodlums with her, than let her remain in your possession.\'94
 The look in Nataniel's eyes was terrifying, he looked so calm and almost bored with this. He wasn't bluffing, he was absolutely serious. He'd kill all of them with about as much emotion as someone swatting a fly.
\par }{\i\f29 Somebody get me out of this,}{\f29  Kayla whispered to herself. }{\i\f29 Please, somebody, anybody, get me out of this. . . . }{\f29  }{\i\f29 There isn't anyone who's going to help me now,}{\f29  she realized. }{\i\f29 
Elizabet's back there, being held at gunpoint. There are no cops, no Elizabet, no Ramon, no Billy, nobody.
\par Just me.}{\f29 
\par \'93What are you going to do, Nate?\'94 Razz asked. \'93
You're surrounded by my bros, who'll shoot you before you can blink, man. You've been a good supplier, a good dude to deal with, but you're not going to walk away from here with jack shit, you understand that?
\par \'93Do you think that matters to me?\'94 Nate said, glancing down at his fingernails. \'93That your boys are armed with guns? That's fairly insignificant in the scheme of things, I think.\'94
\par Razz shook his head in disbelief. \'93You're \-insane, man. You're fucking insane. We're leaving here now,\'94 he called out to his gang. \'93With the girl.\'94
\par \'93I don't think so,\'94 Nataniel said calmly. \'93You have one last chance to reconsider, Razz.\'94
\par \'93Like hell!\'94 Razz glared at him. \'93Fuck with me and you're dead, Nate.\'94
\par \'93I couldn't have said that better myself,\'94 Nataniel commented.
\par \'93Fucking insane,\'94 Razz muttered, painfully grasping Kayla's arm again and pulling her along with him in the direction of one of the cars.
\par Without warning, the world exploded around them.
\par Blinding light and raging flames filled the air. Kayla felt Razz let go of 
her arm and fell to her knees, her eyes burning too much for her to see, gasping for breath. The air was too hot to breathe, and someone else's agony washed her like a wave. She quickly crawled away, feeling the asphalt melting beneath her hands and knees
. It seared the skin of her hands, but she felt her magic responding instantly, already working to heal her.
\par She heard a horrible scream behind her, slowly dying away into silence, and knew that she hadn't been the real target of that powerful magic, only c
lose to it. As her eyes cleared, she glanced back and saw Razz's body, engulfed with purple flames, fall lifelessly to the driveway, \-already crumbling to gray ashes. The T\_Men were staring at it in shock, too stunned to move or react.
\par \'93Next?\'94 Nataniel said in a bored voice.
\par One of the T\_Men recovered, bringing up his Uzi to fire. Kayla pressed herself flat against the hot asphalt as the air filled with the sound and smell of gunfire. She saw the T\_Men diving for cover behind the different cars, and one business\_
suited elf shoved back against the car by the force of the bullets, as splatters of blood blossomed from his chest.
\par Another elf leaped toward the gunman with the Uzi. Between one step and the next, the red\_haired elf changed, his business suit meltin
g away into a suit of glittering silver armor. He swung the sword that was suddenly in his hands, cutting through the Uzi and the startled gunman in one stroke. Then he staggered backwards and fell, blood trickling from his mouth and the many gunshot hole
s in the silver armor.
\par Kayla felt her stomach turn over and forced herself to look away. Bullets sang overhead as she crawled another few feet closer to the house, \-hearing shouts and screams from behind her. The front door of the house hung open, an inviti
ng rectangle of light, if only she could reach it. One of Razz's boys was lying motionless on the steps, his hand outstretched as though reaching toward her.
\par }{\i\f29 Where's his gun? If I had that, maybe I could bluff my way out of here, do something, anything! I don't see it, it must be somewhere in the bushes, it's too dark to see it.
\par I've got to get Elizabet and get the hell out of here!}{\f29 
\par She was at the steps when another sound pierced the noise\_filled air: the sound of screaming tires. She glanced back at the dr
iveway, to see Carlos, leaning out of the open passenger window of the Chevy as it shrieked to a stop, firing the pistol in his hand. Two other cars were pulling up behind him, homeboys firing through the windows. Coming up the street behind them, she cou
ld see a black\_and\_white police car, tires squealing as it skidded around the street corner.
\par }{\i\f29 Oh my God, I didn't think it was possible for this situation to get any worse, but it just did. . . . }{\f29 
\par Kayla gathered herself and leaped up from the pavement, divin
g for the open door into the house. She dropped hard onto the steps as a hail of bullets echoed behind her. Kayla crawled through the doorway into the entryway, then stopped short, staring up into the barrel of the gun above her.
\par The young man behind the gun was looking down at her with terrified brown eyes. Kayla didn't know what to do. She couldn't move, couldn't do anything, just stare at him and wait for him to kill her.
\par She knew the instant he made the decision, his finger slowly tightening on the trigger . . . 
\par Elizabet slammed into the boy with a football tackle, knocking him against the wall. The gun skittered away across the floor. Elizabet turned quickly and picked up a brand\_new glass dolphin sculpture from the table, bringing it down on the young
 man's head. It shattered, and he blinked at her once and slumped against the wall.
\par }{\i\f29 Damn, there goes another dolphin. . . . }{\f29 
\par \'93Quickly, child, we're getting out of here,\'94 Elizabet said, taking her by the arm.
\par The world changed to pure white around them.
\par The force of the blast lifted Kayla off her feet. She landed hard on the floor, rolling. All she could see was brightness, slowly fading. Then she saw Elizabet near the couch, lying very still. She sat up quickly and looked around the room.
\par Nataniel stood in the doorway, blood dripping from his silver armor, his hands glittering with magic.
\par Kayla glanced at the pistol, lying on the floor a few feet away.
\par \'93Don't bother,\'94 Nataniel said. \'93You've caused me a lot of trouble, girl. I'll take it out of your skin, once we're away from here.\'94
 He began to walk into the house and stopped suddenly, as though encountering an invisible wall. With an impatient gesture, he brushed his hand at something 
invisible in front of him, then walked forward. Shari and another elf that Kayla didn't recognize, an older, silver\_haired man, followed him through the doorway. All were wearing bright armor from head to foot, bloody swords in their hands.
\par Kayla shook her head; her throat was too tight for her to speak.
\par \'93Oh, defiance from the little kitten. We'll cure you of that soon enough.\'94 Nataniel stepped over the unconscious body of the young man, moving toward her.
\par \'93My lord?\'94 Shari asked in a strained voice, and Nataniel turned.<T>
\par She had her sword raised, stained with bright blood. As Kayla watched in total disbelief, she brought it down in a killing stroke, aiming for Nataniel's face.
\par He ducked back, so that only the tip of the blade creased the side of his face, 
cutting across his forehead and left eye. He shrieked something Kayla couldn't understand and brought up his own sword, parrying her next attack. Blood coursed down his face from his ruined eye as he countered another attack.
\par }{\i\f29 My God, they're trying to kill each other!}{\f29 
\par Kayla scrambled backwards as the silver\_haired elf joined in the fight, swinging a deadly cut at Nataniel, who barely blocked it with his own sword.
\par \'93You too, Perenor?\'94 Nataniel hissed.
\par Kayla crawled closer to Elizabet, realizing that the elves were totally ignoring her for the \-moment. She rested her hand on Elizabet's shoulder, letting her vision change and show her whether Elizabet was badly hurt.
\par She was. Kayla could feel the place in Elizabet's skull where the bone had broken, and the fragments were embedded deep in her brain, cutting through blood vessels. }{\i\f29 She'll die of this,}{\f29  Kayla realized. }{\i\f29 
Or worse, she won't die, but it'll destroy her mind.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 The elves are too busy trying to kill each other; they don't even know I'm still here. I can get out of here, or I can heal Elizabet. . . . }{\f29 
\par She didn't even have to think about it. Kayla called the magic and let it flow through her. She wrapped the magic around the bone shards, slowly easing them out and back into their proper place, and quickly sealed off the damaged blood vessels.
\par Distantly, she heard a scream and felt the agony of a sword slicing through flesh and bone, a killing blow. She forced herself to concentrate on Elizabet, as the magic repaired the last of the dama
ge and faded away. She knelt for a moment, resting her face against Elizabet's motionless shoulder. It was too much, everything was too much; the total terror and exhaustion were dragging her down and she couldn't stop shaking. The clashing of swords acro
ss the room finally registered with her again, and she looked up, not knowing what she was going to see.
\par Shari was lying in a pool of her own blood on the floor. Nataniel and the other elf were faced off, standing almost over her body, eyes intent on each other.
\par \'93You convinced her to betray me, didn't you, Perenor?\'94 Nataniel asked, gasping for breath. \'93Shari would never have done this on her own.\'94
\par Perenor's only answer was another swift block and cut combination, almost too fast for Kayla to follow.
\par Nataniel's mistake was small, and Kayla nearly didn't see it. His foot slipped slightly in the blood on the floor, just enough to throw him off\_
balance. The other elf moved instantly, closing in on his blind side and stabbing upward with his sword. Nataniel made an odd choking sound and fell back as the silver\_
haired elf withdrew his sword from Nataniel's chest. Nataniel staggered backwards, his back to the wall, then slid to the floor, leaving a bloody trail on the wall behind him.
\par Perenor turned toward Kayla, his
 sword dripping blood, his eyes bright with insanity. Kayla was held by that gaze, unable to look away. He staggered toward her and nearly fell, clutching at a long gash that cut through his armor along his side. He straightened slowly, his eyes burning, 
breath hissing through his tightened lips. He brought up the sword with both hands, taking another step forward. . . . 
\par \'93Father!\'94 It was a blond woman, walking quickly across the blood\_slicked floor. The sharp contrast between them, the elegantly dressed woman and the blood\_splattered man in armor, was so startling that Kayla could only stare at her.
\par He looked blankly at her, not seeming to recognize her for a moment.
\par \'93Father,\'94 she repeated, her hand on his arm. \'93You're hurt, and the police will be here soon. We have to get out of here.\'94
 She glanced at Kayla, and Kayla saw something flicker across those calm blue eyes, too fast for Kayla to see what it was. Then she turned back to her father, urging him toward the door. \'93Quickly, Father, walk more quickly. . . . \'94
\par Kayla watched the two leave, suddenly aware of the reek of blood and worse filling the room. She sat there for a moment, just breathing. She heard the sound of a car ignition outside, then the sound of the car pulling away, and realized how quiet it 
was, so quiet that the loudest sound was her own breathing. Slowly, unsteadily, she got to her feet, walking to the open front door.
\par Nothing in her life could've prepared her for what she saw. The driveway looked like it had been washed in blood. Elves in armor, T\_Men, and \-
Tyrone Street Boys, two uniformed LAPD officers, all lying too still, sprawled on the pavement or against the sides of cars. No one moved, and there was no sound. Except one, the faint voice of someone cursing in Spanish.
\par Kayla followed 
that sound. On the other side of a car, she saw Carlos, propped against the tire, his arms wrapped around his middle. He didn't see her at first, lost in his pain as the blood seeped around his fingers and soaked into his jacket. He looked up and saw her.
 }{\i\f29 \'93Bruja!\'94}{\f29  he whispered. }{\i\f29 \'93Bruja,}{\f29  you're here. You can heal me. Do it, do it quickly.\'94
\par She could feel the magic in her responding to his words and his pain, and moved closer, her hands reaching out to him.
\par Carlos smiled, leaning back. \'93Always you do what I say, }{\i\f29 bruja.\'94}{\f29 
\par She stopped in mid\_step.
\par His eyes widened with pain and surprise, staring at her. \'93Why are you hesitating, girl? Heal me!\'94 He coughed, blood spattering across his lips and chin. \'93Heal me, }{\i\f29 bruja}{\f29 !\'94
\par }{\i\f29 I can't let him die, I can't . . . 
\par I can't let him own me.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 If I heal him, I'll never be free. He'll always want me, he'll always be after me.}{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 But I can't let him die . . . }{\f29 
\par }{\i\f29 I can't . . . I can't . . . }{\f29 
\par Carlos sighed and slumped back against the car. Kayla felt the life fleeing from him, fading away. There was still one last moment, she knew, when she could put her hands against him and hold that life in his body.
\par She didn't move.
\par The light left Carlos' body, leaving behind a dark, empty shape, faceless as Kayla's vision suddenly blurred with tears. She sobbed, hot tears running down her face.
\par 
\par Kayla leaned against the doorjamb, holding onto it for support. Everything was too bright and blurry around her, but one thing she saw instantly. Nataniel and Shari's bodies were gone, vanished, just li
ke the other elven bodies had vanished during those long minutes when she'd knelt next to Carlos' body, crying too hard to see anything else. Only the stains of blood on the wall and the floor marked where Nataniel and Shari had been.
\par She walked unsteadily across the room, hearing the sound of wailing police sirens in the distance. She sat down next to Elizabet and took Elizabet's hand in hers, pressing it against her cheek. }{\i\f29 
It's crazy the world's all pain and bullets and blood too much blood too much . . . }{\f29 
\par She couldn't stop the tears from falling and didn't want to. She could feel the tears washing away the blood from her face, and that was all right; soon she'd be clean again, no blood, no blood ever again. . . . 
\par }\pard \qc \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 * * *
\par }\pard \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f29 \'93Oh my God!\'94
\par Detective Cable's face was chalk\_white. Walker had never seen her that shocked before, not even when they'd walked into that domestic multiple homicide scene. He'd never seen anything like this, either, not since the Nam.
\par Cable and the other officers were walking across the driveway, checking the bodies. They already knew that Quinn and Allen were dead, two good LAPD officers dead on the pavement near the gangbangers.
\par He and Houston walked quickly to the front door of the house. It was quiet inside, but he gestured for Houston to draw her piece and did the same himself. They moved into the house, scanning quickly for any armed opponents.
\par There was only one live person, and that was a girl sitting, rocking on the floor, blood and tears streaking her face. She stared up at him like a lost soul.
\par Walker was a father of two grown boys, and his instincts were good. He holstered his gun and knelt beside her, holding her close and letting her tears soak through his uniform, as the other officers walked quietly through the blood\_stained ro
om around them.
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Epilogue
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 
The sunlight was warm on Kayla's face, warm and very bright. She stood next to Elizabet on the sandy concrete of the Venice Beach walkway and looked out at the crowd of people walking along the beach, playing in the sand and swimming in the water. \'93
Do you see him?\'94 she asked Elizabet, who was also scanning the crowd.
\par \'93I don't know what he looks like,\'94 Elizabet said ruefully, \'93so I have no idea who he is.\'94
\par Kayla saw him then, standing at the edge of the crowd, next to a couple of girls gawking at a weightlifter working out on the sands.
\par }{\i\f29 Ramon looks thinner,}{\f29  she thought, }{\i\f29 and a little pale. }{\f29 There were shadows under his eyes that hadn't been there before. He saw her and waved, walking toward them.
\par \'93You must be Elizabeth Winters,\'94 Ramon said, nodding to her.
\par \'93Elizabet,\'94 the older woman said. \'93No `h' on the end.\'94
\par He stood for a moment, gazing thoughtfully at Kayla. \'93You look like you are well, }{\i\f29 querida,\'94}{\f29  he said. \'93Are you?\'94
\par \'93I'm okay,\'94 Kayla said. \'93How 'bout yourself?\'94
\par He shook his head. \'93It's been very difficult. Mama has not been herself, these weeks since Carlos and Roberta's deaths. It's hard for her.\'94
\par \'93I'm sorry,\'94 Kayla said, and meant it.
\par \'93My life is different, too,\'94 he continued. \'93After what . . . what happened with Carlos, I told the other Tyrone Street Boys that I was through with them, and I went to the }{\i\f29 polic\'eda.}{\f29 
 They offered me a job, working at the prison camp in Malibu where they send young kids from the gangs. And they'll help me finish high school at night, too. Maybe working at the gang camp will make a difference, maybe it won't. I don't know.\'94
\par He sighed. \'93I miss my brother. I think I'll always miss him. But I can't go on living his life. It's hard to walk away from my friends in the gang. . . . \'94
\par \'93Most of the time, the right thing to do isn't easy,\'94 Elizabet said gently.
\par \'93I know, I know. Life is never easy,\'94 he said simply. \'93That's not the reason God put us here on earth. I don't know the reason God put us here, but I know that isn't it. At least, that's what Mama says. . . . 
I look at Kayla here, at what she's learned to do, the price she pays for helping people, and I think I have to at least try to do the same. I have to try. . . . \'94
\par Ramon seemed to run out of words, and stood there looking at Kayla, his eyes lingering on her face.
\par Elizabet cleared her throat a little awkwardly. \'93Well, would you kids like some lunch? There's a good sandwich place just up ahead; we can get sandwiches and sodas.\'94
\par \'93Thank you, Miss Elizabet,\'94 Ramon said. \'93That would be fine.\'94
\par They walked in the d
irection that Elizabet pointed, weaving through the thick mass of people on the walkway. A pair of boys on skates zipped past them, a little too close; Ramon took her hand and pulled her to one side. He didn't let go of her hand, after the boys were past,
 and they continued walking, hand in hand, following Elizabet through the crowd.
\par No, it wasn't going to be easy, learning to live with who she was, and what she could do. Kayla knew that. But right now, walking in the sunlight with Ramon, she knew that that didn't matter.
\par Because it was going to be all right.
\par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\sb480\sa240\keepn\pagebb\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\outlinelevel0\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f1\fs32\lang1033\langfe1033\kerning32\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\f29 Author's Note}{\b0\f29 
\par }\pard\plain \ql \fi360\li0\ri0\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\faroman\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\b\f29 
This book is a fantasy novel, but the dangers for runaways and homeless youth are very real. Covenant House provides runaways and homeless youth under age 21 with food, shelter, clothing, medical help, counseling, and other services.
\par If you are a runaway or know someone else who needs help, please call Covenant House at 1\_800\_999\_9999.
\par }{\f29 
\par }}