Part 2
Feelings Best Left Hidden One could say that Phantom was having a good day. He had mocked Optimus about Maximal policies this morning, bothered Rhinox to the point of him getting thrown against the wall, bugged his mother about her relationship with Rattrap, and was sent on scouting duty, which meant he did not have to interact with anyone. All in all, one could say Phantom was having the time of his life. But, right now, he was experiencing something that made his day less enjoyable. Just like finding a fly in ones birthday cake. The fly's name was Cheetor. "So, Cloud Runner, do you know a lot about Earth? I mean, human stuff like..... yah know, CD's and all those things....." "Yes Cheetor, I do," Cloud Runner replied good naturedly " me and my brother loved those Disney movies you brought on board the ship." "Ooh, those, well....umm," Cheetor stuttered, his cheeks, if they could be, turning red. "Well, I like ‘em too," he finished. "Which ones do you like the most? "I like the Lion King and Hunchback of Notre Dame," Cloud Runner answered "good fighting scenes." "I guess, I never really thought about it much before," Cheetor said, shrugging his shoulders. Phantom was hiding in the foliage above. He could see Cheetor and his sister through a screen of leaves, making sure they did not see him. This was not the first time he had done this, for Cheetor had been on scouting duty many times before with his sister. Phantom was beginning to suspect that he begged Optimus for that favor. The two of them were walking by a particularly pretty spot, a nice shady glade, with trees like graceful soldiers all in rows. The sun spotted the ground like a green and yellow Dalmatian hide, with slanting sun rays littering the surrounding space. A few daisies and bluebells grew in the glade. It always seemed to be cool there, not to hot and not to cold. It was a very nice spot. It was quaint in it's simplicity. It was even pretty, and pleasing to the eye. No doubt about it, this glade was certainly a very romantic place to be in, perfect for two young hearts in bloom. But to Phantom, his sister was walking into a landmine. He did NOT want Cheetor with Cloud Runner. The Transmetal feline was an immature, flatheaded, ignorant, little idiot. He was not the kind of person Phantom wanted to see his sister looking at with loving eyes. The thought made him sick. Deep down inside, he knew he was afraid of having to share Cloud Runner's love, one that he thought would always be his and only his, forever. But Phantom never admitted that fact. Not out loud, anyway. Cheetor and Cloud Runner sat down on the grass. The two of them looked around, each silently realizing the romantic atmosphere of this glade. Slowly, so as not to frighten her, Cheetor crept towards Cloud Runner's general direction, pretending to look interested in some passing butterflies. "This is a nice place, isn't it Cloud Runner?" Cheetor asked, taking the opportunity to move a few more steps closer to her. "It is," Cloud Runner answered, also taking a few steps closer to Cheetor. "You know, I never realized how nice just a bunch of trees can be. Until right now, of course," she added quickly. Meaning, until I'm with you, Phantom thought. He guessed that Cheetor had reached a similar translation, for the feline gave a broad grin. "Well, some of them can be pretty," the cheetah commented, all the while looking at Cloud Runner. "I guess they can," Phantom's sister replied, glancing over her shoulder with what could be considered a coy glance. They took a few more steps towards each other, each hoping the other did not see. Eventually they got to the point where the two of them were standing beside each other, metal touching metal, their paws entwined. That was when Phantom lost it. The fox's yellow eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt his mechfluid burning with the fiery hot poison of jealousy. There was no way a little scamp of a bot was even getting that close to his sister! Now was the time for action. He tapped on his com- link. Clearing his throat, he said in his best Optimus voice: "Cheetor, you are needed at sector T-32 immediately." The cat heard the message. "What's wrong Big Bot?" he asked, clumsily untwining his paws from Cloud Runner's. "There's no time to explain, Cheetor, just get to sector T-32 right now!" "What about me, Optimus?" Cloud Runner asked. "You continue scouting patrol, there might be some other Predacons in the area," Phantom fibbed. "We copy, Big Bot," Cheetor said. Phantom winced at how stupid the nickname sounded. He saw the Transmetal cat fly off, and his sister walk briskly away from the glade. "Score!" Phantom grinned, as he dashed off to sector T-32. He was out to capture the enemy ******************** Cheetor glanced around. Where was Optimus? He had said it was urgent, and now, he wasn't even here! Maybe he's been taken by the Predacons, a frantic thought swept his mind. There were no bullet shots or any messed up grass, like there would be in the event of a fight. So it was not very likely that that had happened. But still, the idea did not leave his mind. Cheetor's only regret was Cloud Runner. That place they had been in had a certain......magic about it. It had been a very romantic spot. It had been a perfect spot. And they had actually touched! Cheetor smiled fondly at the memory of that tingly feeling he had got when he had come into contact with her. He sighed. She was just so beautiful! And nice, kind and polite too! If only...... The feline shook his head abandoning the lovely thought. He had to find Optimus and save him from the Preds, not daydream about Cloud Runner. Although, he had to admit, the latter one was the one preferable. "Optimus?" he called out, hoping to hear a reply. There was a dry cackle of dead leaves behind him. "Is that you, Optimus?" Cheetor asked, his lips ready to say the magic words "Cheetor Maximize" in case it was not. A shadow with two yellow eyes and a silver stripe dashed out of the surrounding trees and stared at him. "Oh hi Phantom, Optimus called me over here and it sounded like an emergency so......" "Shut up, kitty, just shut up," Phantom said, holding up a paw to indicate silence. "Wh-Why?" Cheetor asked, confused. Had he not heard him say that Optimus was in danger? "Let me make my intentions clear," Phantom said. "Optimus didn't call you hear, it was me." Cheetor blinked. "Why?" he asked, getting even more puzzled. "I want you away from my sister," the fox said, adding a slight growl to his words. "What?!" Cheetor asked, almost certain he had a bug in his logic circuits. How could Phantom ask that? He was not his sister's keeper! It was just wrong of Phantom to force him to do something he did not want to do. Phantom was acting like a Predacon....... Like father, like son was the stray thought that popped into Cheetor's head. "You heard me correctly, Cheetor, I do NOT want you near my sister. You are a hyper-active, brainless little nothing, and I want you away from her. I am prepared to do ANYTHING in my power to keep you two apart." Phantom set up a series of growls, just to spook Cheetor. Unfortunately, it was working. "You, you...... can't do that!" Cheetor defended himself. "You can't decide Cloud Runner's life for her. It's wrong." "I won't decide it for her, just direct it on occasion," Phantom said, showing his metallic fangs in a grin. " Besides," he continued " you are not the type of person Cloud Runner should ever get to know. She just doesn't realize it yet." Oh, that made Cheetor so mad! He crouched down into a defensive position, getting ready to transform or fly at a second's notice. " It's still wrong Phantom. But why are you doing this to me. What you got against me anyway?" "Must I explain it?!" Phantom spat. "You disobeyed Optimus' orders, twice, you can't seem to stop running around and spouting worthless sentences for five seconds, and before you became amoured with my sister, you were infatuated with my mother!" Phantom paused, just for the words to take effect. Cheetor lowered his head a little. It was true, he had disobeyed Optimus' orders, and had been infatuated with Satin....... but still, that was no reason for Phantom to treat him like this! But before he could do anything, Cheetor was thrown off his feet and on to the ground. He glanced up to see Phantom sitting on his chest, and a killer claw at his throat. The Transmetal fox gave him a glare so fiery, it could have melted titanium. "I will repeat my demands again: stay away from Cloud Runner. If you do get near her again I will personally make your life worse than the Inferno. And don't think I won't find out, kitty, no one can keep anything from me for long. I just hope your face paced little mind can remember that, for your sake." With those words, the dog was gone, slinking into the shadows as quietly as his namesake. Cheetor got up off the ground and shook his head. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. I can't let myself be intimidated by him, Cheetor thought desperately. But still, even as he flew back to the Maximal base, he could still hear those ghostly words echoing like silvery whispers in his mind. **************** Phantom chuckled. That cat would not even dream of coming near his sister now! He was probably cowering around in the bush, thinking of all the evil things Phantom would do to him if he caught him. "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? The big bad wolf, the big bad wolf. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? La la la la," Phantom hummed to himself, dancing on a tree branch. He sighed with contentment. Cloud Runner was safe, her heart belonged to him. That was the way it was meant to be, no other. It was sad, though. Now he had nothing else to do today. He could not go back to the base early, indeed he had a few more hours of scouting to do. Maybe he could actually DO some scouting? Nah, that was too boring. He could maybe fib and say he saw some Predacons........ but then he would have to radio some one to come over. There was no one else to spy on, that much was obvious. Ah h ah! Hunting, that was his answer. In fact, he knew a place down near a pond that usually had a lot of deer..... hunting it was then! Phantom jumped from tree to tree with the agility of a squirrel. Ah, the joys of tree climbing are so numerous. I can rightfully say my good day has now returned to me! "Luck be a lady toni-i-i-i-i-i-ight, luck be a lady, luck be a lady, luck be a la-a-a-ady toni-i-i-ight," Phantom sang in a rich, Frank Sinatra voice. He just felt in the mood for singing! "Zip-a-dee doo dah, zip-a-dee day, my oh my what a wonderful day! Plenty o' sunshine comin' my way, zip-a-dee doo dah, zip-a-dee day!" When he got to the pond, he found something much more interesting, and amusing, then deer. It was his dad and Nightshade. If ever there were a more unlikely pair, it's them Phantom thought, moving into a position where he could get more of the action. Action, there might not have been. But dialogue there certainly was. "Oh look, a deer," Nightshade said, pointing to a buck with antler's the size of tree branches. The buck stared at the two odd predators, then dashed off. "Wow, a deer, how enthralling!" Dinobot droned, his voice dripping with unmistakable sarcasm. "Don't you like animals?" Nightshade asked. "No, they are inferior species, and therefore not to be acknowledged. Besides, we should be searching for Predacons, not hoofed animals." "Do you like anything, Dinobot, other than battle and war and killing?" Nightshade asked. "Not really. I am a warrior, after all. That human Darwin summed it up perfectly. It is a world of fang and claw, it is survival of the fittest, only the strong deserve to survive." "You know Dinobot, the Buddhists believe that loving one another and the world around them is a strength, not a weakness. "I see you watched "Seven Years in Tibet" last night and kept your sanity. It was the most boring movie of my life!" "Hey, I liked it! Even though Brad Pitt's Austrian accent was kind of annoying...... but I just don't like Austrian accents that much, Brad Pitt had a good Austrian accent. Didn't you like the ending where......" "Nightshade." "Yes?" "DO YOU REALIZE I DON'T GIVE A SLAG?!?!" Dinobot shouted. "A simple "please be quiet Nightshade I'm not interested" would have sufficed." "If you think I'd say that you obviously don't know me that well," Dinobot said with a chuckle. "Oh, I do know you, and I know that is something you would never say, but I'm just reminding you there are better ways than the way you do things. Not that the rest of the Maximals and I would want you to change any time soon," Nightshade hastily amended. "But back to the subject we were talking about earlier, wars and Darwin and such, even warriors need things to do in times of peace." Dinobot grudgingly nodded at that pearl of wisdom. The two sat in silence. Frogs chirped around them with wild abandon, boldly shouting out "here I am!" The splash of a silver fish broke the surface of the pond occasionally. Dark shadows played underneath the lilies. Flies buzzed, blending in with the eerie, repetitive bird calls. A brown bittern flew out of the surrounding reeds, causing the raptors and half-raptor to glance up. Ducks quacked merrily, and a raccoon came down to the pond to hunt for crayfish. "What was it like being a Predacon?" Nightshade asked again, breaking the silence. "You don't need tah ask ‘im, I'll give yah a demonstrashiun," said a Texas voice from behind them. Quickstrike came out, brandishing his snake head menacingly. The two raptors transformed and took out their weapons. Phantom glanced around to see if there were any more Predacons he should make his fellow Maximals aware of. There were no others, which meant that Quickstrike had gone on a solo attack. Which also meant that the Raptor Duo could finish him off, leaving Phantom safe and sound without even having to transform. Indeed, that was what was happening. Dinobot ran at Quickstrike with his sword, bellowing a battle cry. Quickstrike blocked his sword with his snake head. Nightshade shot Quickstrike a few times in the back, but he just ignored them. Dinobot charged up his eyebeams, but while he was doing that, Quickstrike shot Dinobot in the chest six or seven times. The velociraptor staggered. The Fuzor kicked him a couple of times. Dinobot fell over into the pond, splashing water, fish, and mud everywhere. Nightshade dashed in. She went at Quickstrike with her claw axe, slicing through his chest. Quickstrike punched her a couple of times with his gigantic hand, but Nightshade shot him through with her yellow eyebeams. After a few more seconds of punching and kicking, Quickstrike slunk off, but not before having the final say. "You'll pay for that, yah cheatin' stinkin' Maximal thieves!" he called, before running tail between his legs back to his base. Phantom looked at his father. Ha! It was the funniest sight he had ever seen! Dinobot lay covered with sandy mud from head to foot. A few lillypads were tattooed on to him. A struggling goldfish-brown fish graced Dinobot's forehead. The expression on his face was like he had just eaten a lemon. After a few seconds, the irate velociraptor took the fish off his head. "Here Dinobot, help you up," Nightshade said between chuckles. She outstretched her hand towards where he was. "I can get up myself!" he snarled in his most authoritative voice. When he tried to, however, he couldn't, the wounds in his chest obviously hurt too much. Nightshade sighed and smiled. She did not retract her hand. After a major internal struggle, Dinobot eventually took it. Nightshade pulled him up, gently and surely, until he was out of the water and onto dry land. Once he felt ground underneath his feet, though, he whipped his hand away from hers and wiped it. Phantom grinned at how much his father looked like an immature child. "Is that really what it's like to be a Pred?" Nightshade asked, pointing to where Quickstrike had run off to. "NO!" Dinobot growled. Nightshade laughed back. "Why did you help me, anyway?" Dinobot said. "I could have handled Quickstrike." "Sorry Dinobot, it's Maximal instinct. When a comrade is doing battle or being wounded, you have to go and help them. If you'd rather I let you get killed, then I won't interfere with your fighting." "Thank you, it would be much appreciated. Are you going to bother me now?" Dinobot asked after a little while of silence. "It depends on what you consider annoying. If you mean that me talking will annoy you, then yes, you won't escape my wrath." Nightshade said, giving her best imitation of an evil laugh. Dinobot groaned and let his head sink into his hands. Whether he was faking it or he actually did not want to hear Nightshade speak, Phantom could not tell. After a few seconds though, he lifted his head up and cried out triumphantly. "Nightshade, I have a question for you. If a group of people do something that they think is right in their eyes, but to everyone else it looks bad, are they really bad, or are they good?" "Why are you asking me this? You've made it quite clear you're no theologian" the female asked. "I'm hoping you'll be so involved with the riddle that you won't annoy me," was the cheerful reply. "Hmm, you're right, this will take a little while to puzzle over. You know, I might not be able to reach an appropriate answer to this and, if I don't, then I'll be able to bug you again!" Dinobot groaned, as he had a habit of doing. "Come on, yah big baby, let's go back to the base and get you patched up," Nightshade said, transforming. "I'm not a baby!" Dinobot replied, mimicking Nightshade and converting to beast mode. "You're a toddler with a big sword then," Nightshade replied. Dinobot glared at her, showing his cruel fangs for a few brief seconds. Nightshade walked on ahead. This was too much to bear! Phantom jumped out of the tree he had been hiding in and walked next to his father. "Boy, you must be having an off day!" he exclaimed. Dinobot looked down his nose at the Transmetal before him. "I bet it must be pretty annoying to be beaten by, heaven forbid, a mere female!" "Shut up," Dinobot snarled warningly. "Dinobot, aren't you coming?" Nightshade called. "Didn't you hear that? Your mistress calls. Go to her dad, go to her," Phantom urged, in a dramatic voice. "Run Forest, run!" the fox called out. Dinobot tried to swat him and missed. Phantom burst into a symphony of chuckles and howls of laughter. "I'll get you yet!!" Dinobot growled, then stomped off, muttering underneath his breath. Phantom disappeared into the reeds and cat tails surrounding the swamp's edge, to wait for a deer. After a little while, he began humming a few strands of "It's a Beautiful Life." ************** Jade was very shifty. He never had a solid view on anything. The dragon was a stupid wretch that could not make up his mind about anything. His only useful purpose was to be avoided, and to make people glad they were not him. Other than that, he was a little nothing. At least, that was what Jade thought of himself. Right now he was rethinking his decision to stay at the base, and not go out on scouting duty. He glanced around his metal quarters, his eyes changing colors a suddenly as his emotions. Optimus gave you a choice, and there are more than enough people out of the base already. So technically, it's okay that I decided to stay here. But, on the other hand, what good am I here? I don't have any technical knowledge, so I can't help Rhinox, Optimus is devising a attack on the Predacons with Rattrap, no chance of me helping there....... Malice is sitting in his room, but I don't want to disturb him. He's probably doing something important, something I'm too stupid to know about. Satin? I don't want to go near her. She may be beautiful, but I'm nothing to her. She hasn't even looked at me once. I should have gone scouting! Why didn't I go scouting? I could ask Optimus...... no! I would interrupt something important if I did that. Stupid dragon, very, very stupid dragon! After a little while, Jade decided to leave his quarters, and to check the scanners for Predacons. That was something he could do. But if I do that, then people will think I'm paranoid. The Predacons haven't attacked in weeks,and if they have, it's only been solo attacks. Oh I don't want people to think I'm paranoid! What do I do? What do I do? Shut up! and authoritative voice inside his head commanded. All the Maximals already think you're a moron, why not let them think you're a paranoid stupid moron? The answer seemed to satisfy Jade for the time being, and he walked into the control room. Jade shivered. He just did not like the fact that it was so metal and.......barren. He preferred open spaces, his beast mode, odd though it was, seemed to demand it. Yet another reason why he should have gone scouting. "Hey dragon," a feminine voice called. Jade turned his neck. It was Satin, sitting on a chair in robot mode. "Hi Satin, I'm just here to check the scanners for Predacon movement," Jade said, moving a little towards the console chair, his neck straining to see the screen. Although, he had to admit, he would much rather see Satin then some Predacon energy signatures. "I already checked: nothing but the birds and the bees," Satin said, waving her hand. "Oh......well then I'd better go," Jade said, beginning a quick march back to his quarters. "Why don't you stay?" Satin said, her voice suddenly near Jade's ears. The dragon turned around. Satin's face was right next to his. "Why.... oh I mean, urmm............ sure," he said, trying to reassure himself that he WOULD stay. This was the first time Satin had even talked to him for more than three seconds, by the Matrix! Talk about a lucky break! The stupid dragon might not be so stupid after all! Jade lifted his head in a meager dose of pride, and prepared an impromptu pick-up line, and other topics of conversation to make him sound witty and normal enough to be associated with. He opened his mouth to speak. "Jade, I need you to go to sector W-92, Predacon territory" Optimus said, dashing into the room suddenly. "We've found an unknown Maximal signature, and we need it identified. I'll send Phantom out with you." Jade swore under his breath. "I'll be on it right away Optimus," he said, trying to sound cheerful. When he glanced around to apologize to Satin about the delay, he could not find her. Jade kicked himself, literally, and walked towards the elevator door. The dragon got out of the base and into the air. It was a good feeling, to have his wings flap through the air again, and to feel wind brush past his fur and skin. He soared up over the base, the trees, the hills. Up in the air he was not Jade, the stupid, shifty dragon. He was something different, an indescribable energy that flashed through the sky like a bolt of green and blue lightning. The sky was a lovely color, it was almost the same color as his claws, horns and wings. Eventually, the ground beneath him turned black with ash, and lava flowed in rivers. The smell of burning meat reached Jade's nostrils, and he snorted with disgust. He soon found a place to land, on a black cliff overlooking a lava river. A cave mouth opened up on the other side. The dragon shivered. It was such an awful place, he did not know how anyone could live here and like it. Jade waited for Phantom to come join him. He waited, but no fox came. "Phantom, this is Jade, come in Phantom," Jade tapped his com-link, hoping to contact the Transmetal. "Yes, yes, I know it's you," came a voice from out of the shadows. Jade turned to see Phantom, or rather, two glowing yellow eyes which he supposed were Phantom's. "Optimus found an unidentified Maximal energy signature. He wants us to find out who it is," Jade explained their mission. "I already know who, I met her a little while ago," Phantom replied. "What?!" Jade cried. "You didn't tell Optimus?" "I found no need," Phantom said, his metallic tail striking rock and making Jade flinch. Jade growled. Phantom could not do that, it was not right! "Though you didn't then, you might have a need to now," said a voice from the cave. A winged feline with an evil smile dashed out and sprang at Phantom. The fox dodged away, but in a few seconds he was lying down on the ground. An electric charge had knocked him unconscious. "Jade, Maximize!" the dragon cried frantically. The cat cocked her head in an odd way. He could not transform! Still Jade tried again, but with similar failure. "That is a common failing with your kind," the flying cat said. "You always cling to those you find familiar, never trying to do things in something unknown." With that, Jade felt a thousand and one knives fly at him. The dragon screamed in pain, thrashing around. Jade looked around, but he could see no knives. Still, it felt like it. Mech-fluid dripped from numerous wounds. Even though he still felt no more knives ripping at him, he still cried in pain. All the while the feline had not moved, just looked at him with a burning satisfaction in her eyes. "I suggest you start praying to whomever or what ever you worship, for you will soon be dead," the female cat said. "Matrix protect my spark, and guide me to your light, please look after the ones I leave behind....." Jade began in a weak voice, but he was cut off. "Enough," was the feline's cold command. She wiggled her nose in and odd manner, just as she had before the invincible knives had attacked him. Jade barely had time to scream at the pain that was consuming him before his world went black. ***************** Silverbolt flew over a vast mountainous region. The peaks of these great rock formations cut the sky like a knife through stake. Lush, sloping valleys dotted the landscape. Silverbolt could see tan, moving spots, which he supposed were deer. The sky was a lovely, sapphire blue, with the sun shinning down like a great golden disk. Silverbolt flapped his wings faster, feeling the wind run like fingers through his fur, ruffling it playfully. He deeply sniffed the fresh air. By the Matrix, it is a good day to be alive, he thought with a grin. The fuzor glanced down at the land below him. He had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be scouting for Predacons. But it hardly seemed worth it, for they were never around. Absent-mindedly, his thoughts drifted to one certain Predacon in particular..... Blackarachnia. He conjured up a picture in his mind. She was very beautiful. And, although she claimed she was evil, he knew she had goodness inside her. Silverbolt's mind wandered to thoughts of what would happen if Blackarachnia only joined the Maximals..... she would not be accepted easily, but Optimus would understand. Then he could spend the rest of his life with her. Silverbolt imagined what it would be like to see her face every morning...... to stand beside her through the day, to work and talk with her..... and during the nights..... Silverbolt shook his head. He knew that thinking these thoughts was treasonable, but it was impossible. Not to think of Blackarachnia was treason against his heart. Oh, I can almost see her down in one of those valleys, the sun glinting off her golden body, dragging a large sheet of metal.... WHAT? Silverbolt blinked and looked down at the land below more carefully. Blackarachnia was there! And she was dragging a large sheet of metal. It looked too big for her to carry. Silverbolt's chivalrous side turned on, he felt the urge to help her with that load. He ascended into a steep dive and landed on a cliff side, just above where Blackarachnia was walking towards. "Greetings m'lady," Silverbolt called out. Blackarachnia's head shot up like a scared rabbit's. Then she calmed down when she realized it was only Silverbolt. "Oh, Silverbolt, hi" she said waving to him with a bit of uncertainty. "W-what are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously, glancing around to see if anyone was with him. "I came to see how you were doing," Silverbolt replied, his voice soft. Blackarachnia obviously looked surprised at his blunt answer. Then her surprise turned to anger. "Yeah, well you've seen me, I'm fine, now go, I have important things to do," she said, waving a claw in his face. Silverbolt did not want to go. He did not want to leave her yet. "I notice you are carrying a large load, I was wondering if I could help," he asked, nodding at the metal. "I SAID NO!" Blackarachnia said, dropping the sheet of metal and pulling out her gun. Silverbolt knew without a doubt that she would not shoot. He walked over towards the metal sheet, transformed into robot mode, and picked it up, looking like an expectant puppy. Blackarachnia groaned in dismay. "Why in the world are you helping me? Can't you see I just want to be left alone?! Don't your Maximal friends miss you or something?" Blackarachnia snarled. Silverbolt glanced at her. His feelings were hurt. "Are you sure-" he began. "YES!" Blackarachnia said. Silverbolt left. A couple of minutes later he heard Blackarachnia shout. "SILVERBOLT!" He was more than ready to obey. "You called, m'lady?" he asked teasingly. "Alright you win, it is pretty heavy," she said. "But just promise me you'll leave after I drop this off where it's supposed to go."
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