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The Silhouette and The Forge
Chapter 11
Hours later, after numerous patients and laughs I finally start to get near the end of the line. Near midday, I had Jade help with the patients in an attempt to stave off any boredom she would eventually face after watching who knows how many patients. She did know some rather basic medical knowledge. Just enough to go and help other patients out in the hallway that needed something to further stem any bleeding if there were any or to help me with things in the room.
She did manage to learn and verbally relay what she saw me do when helping patients with obvious medical problems and I would further explain and elaborate for her and the patient. I could help them without using any advanced medical machinery to take scans, but any conditions that required that to help them would force me to send them away.
Thankfully all the patients were aware of this, considering my clinic is a back alley clinic. Regardless of how good I am, ultimately I am not a licensed doctor at the end of the day. I will lack the advanced equipment to detect ulcers, cancer and things of that nature. If you are going to a back alley clinic for assistance on that, I question your sanity.
“Alright, keep your leg off the ground and minimize walking around too much and you will have a speedy recovery, Officer Doyle.” I say with a smile, not feeling tired in the slightest. It’s awesome being superhuman.
The man with the handlebar mustache smiles back, “Appreciate the help kid. Unfortunately, with the current state of things I doubt I am going to be getting any time to kick my legs up. A man can dream.”
“Yeah, everything that happened really did a number on this city.” I say losing the smile on my face.
“That’s putting it mildly.” Shaking his head before continuing, “Now this is the part where I tell you that you can’t be practicing in an illegal back alley clinic…”
A quirked eyebrow is his only response besides the snort that leaves Jade being the only noise you can hear in the room. “Officially, you are doing a crime,” Wagging a finger in our direction as I fail to hide my growing smile, “Unofficially, you are doing good work and don’t let your talents go to waste. Get into medical school because you have some talent.”
“Thanks Officer Doyle, and I appreciate the kind gesture. You better get going, your partner and the wife you talked about earlier are probably not happy how long you have been here.” I say fighting back a laugh at the look on his face at that reminder. Looks like he realized the devil is coming for him, and he owes a lot.
“Crap! Thanks for everything kids, stay out of trouble!” He says quickly getting his coat and hat back on his head before running out of the room in a hurry, not needing to wait for me to get his gun since he is a cop I just let him keep it. The surprising thing is he wasn’t the first cop to show up here for some treatment.
When they moved up the line and got treatment they would ask some simple questions like how this place gets supplied with the few things I have here out of suspicion. I don’t take any offense from their suspicions considering in this city if you didn’t have any then you wouldn’t be alive.
Just told them I patched up some people associated with the Freemen and they supplied and gave me discounts while I took care of their people, and the money I make I to purchase things is off some cheap online games I made. They seemed to accept it and let me go about my business with them ignoring the mutters or glares from the other patients who have taken a liking to me. With that taken care of I begin taking all the instruments and dispose of them into a trash can in the corner of the room and sterilize everything else.
Jade watched me while stretching after getting off her chair. She managed to get it into the room after having grown tired of using the counter to sit on. I gave the girl this, she managed to pick up a decent amount of information while watching me work and asking the occasional question on how certain wounds would affect people and what would happen if not treated properly.
Jade seemed to take to it quite well. Better than I had expected. “Hey Jade?”
“Hm, what Daniel?”
“You did good today and I appreciate you helping with the patients. Especially with helping ease the tension in the air.” I say while focusing on the floor trying to make sure it gets properly sanitized before we leave.
She doesn’t say anything for some time before quietly speaking, “Thanks…” Standing still in the room like she is mulling something over.
“Daniel, can I ask you something?” She says getting my attention.
“Sure.” My power nudged me to stop what I am doing and give her my full attention.
“Why did you ask me to not go out and handle some of the fighting?” She speaks quietly despite there being no patients left waiting in the hall. Smart girl.
I see she is giving me an intense look at that question. “The drugs those people were taking made them enough of a threat that from what I have heard out on the streets Batman himself was not holding back like he normally does.” With that statement her eyes widened a fraction in astonishment.
With that she goes silent for a time before she speaks again. “Well that explains you holding me back then. The other thing I wanted to know is how can you be so nice? Is it an act?” I take notice of how she doesn’t look as confident when asking this particular question. She looks more vulnerable. Holding her other arm with her other one.
I blink owlishly not expecting that question of all things. “Hard to say. You could argue that in my case it’s both an act and not.” My response catches her off guard with how she gives me a strange look. Like a difficult puzzle she doesn’t quite know how to solve.
“Let me explain. At times it is an act, but those are mixed with the more genuine thing. I could be biased, and probably am when I say that I think there's more genuine kindness than there is of the fake kind.”
She opens and closes her mouth like a fish, processing what I had just said before she finds her words, “How? You are so capable and powerful, yet you are helping these people. Kindness in this city is a weakness.” She says this in a matter of fact way, like water is wet and the sky is blue. Which in a messed up way, she isn’t necessarily wrong.
“You are not wrong, but you are not right either. Where I grew up, I knew many people who thought the same of kindness as you and many of the inhabitants of this city.” Memories flash before my eyes, of the many downtrodden and those who all but gave up any hope of a future looking down on those who were kind and trying to take advantage of them. Weakness is how they viewed it. The irony isn’t lost on me how several of them were also religious.
“Kindness is not the same as weakness or being weak.” I stop for a moment to figure out how I want to word this with my power pushing me in the direction I need to go for Jade, “Kindness is a luxury to those who have some form of power and can afford to show it. They have the power to ensure if someone tries to take advantage of their kindness they won’t be able to or if they do they will pay for it.”
Not truly how I view kindness, it’s more of a habit ingrained into me from my old life, something my Dad and Furgus made sure I didn’t turn out like the kids around our neighborhood did. Little acts of kindness went a long way for others by making life a little more bearable. It would get old having someone curse at you, mocking you, belittling anything and everything you enjoyed or did in life over and over again.
“So no, kindness is not a weakness. Look at Bruce Wayne. Despite being a playboy and at times an idiot with his actions, he is by no means weak. He has helped numerous people in this city with the charities he does and other such things.” I bring up someone who at least on the public level is not weak, even without his alter ego I doubt this city would have consumed him. His parents weren’t, even when they got gunned down they always seemed to hold onto their integrity with the few scenes depicting them and how Bruce seemed to view them.
Jade just stares at me with a hard to decipher look on her face. “Thanks Daniel.”
“There a reason for asking questions like those?”
“No, just a spur of the moment thing.” Responding faster than normal for her, I don’t probe further taking this as a sign she wants to drop this topic now.
“Here let me help.” She dips down and helps me scrub things down with the chemical cleaners I am using, making the work go by just a little faster. After a few minutes, we finish and I begin locking the place up.
“So list off what you learned from the wounds these people had and how they could be used to take someone down.” I ask her while walking down the sidewalk with her. People are back on the streets with most of the gangs having been taken care of by this point, so it's far safer now to go about their lives.
“Obvious ones being the forearms if cut properly could take someone out if the bleeding isn’t stopped. The knees or legs in general when stabbed or slashed hinder mobility and depending on where the cut is could take them out as well. The hands, reducing someone's method of attacking, especially if they favor using their hands.” She lists off methodically each wound she had seen from the patients. I wasn’t expecting her to remember that much. I gave her an approving look at her showing she was paying attention.
She smiles up at me, before quickly frowning and glancing away. Not taking offense from it, we walk on making small talk here and there along the way.
“So I guess next time we will start with the physical training?” She says with hope in her voice.
“Yes, among other types of training. You have gotten some muscle built onto you and you seem to be in the right state of mind to not do something dumb with it.” I respond, making her smirk before a scowl replaces it realizing what I had said.
“And what does that mean?” Crossing her arms and giving me a pointed look.
“It means you are young, and would possibly have done something rather foolish when you gained some power. A wise man once told me, if you crave power then you love to measure that power in battle.” I say not stopping and making her follow me.
Her posture had shifted, not looking defensive of my comment from before. I continued, “A question he asked me after that statement was a question I have pondered for some time.” I lied, but technically Zaraki was saying this to me and many other viewers.
“What was the question?” Intrigue laced her voice.
“The question was do we fight to gain more power or gain power in order to fight?” I say it casually, not bothered with it at all. But Jade walks faster getting up next to me staring at me like she just heard some great secret to the universe.
“Don’t think about it all too much Jade, power comes in many forms and the battles for each differ. For example, boxing. You can get stronger even when you lose, so long as you look at what you have done wrong and ensure that it doesn’t happen again. Something you have been doing in a majority of the lessons with me. And the guy who said it was a whack job like Joker, so don’t think too hard about what he said.”
I don’t need her going out and trying to fight someone after hearing that. I don’t want to see my investment wasted, but also because she may take that quote far too seriously. Now smiling at me, “Thanks Daniel and I won’t. See you around.” She says before walking off with a pep in her steps.
“Enjoy the rest of your day Jade.” I say back before walking back to my apartment to relax. Having been in contact with the Sigmas for the duration of me helping the patients, being fed information on everything currently happening in the city. The hunters helped get more drones out into the city to further grow our information network while simultaneously integrating and taking over many smaller surviving gangs.
From what we have gathered, most of the gangs are afraid. The Court making a public appearance for the first time in the city's history and for the criminals making a mess to bring them out has made them hesitant. Even people like Penguin have grown wary, not wanting to push their luck. Good. It will keep them occupied for a time until they see nothing is coming for them and will go back to how it was prior.
Still nothing on Anarky and the people supporting him. That annoys me. An anarchist with an army of bums and lower class of the city had somehow slipped my net. Well, if anything it has shown my network is not up to the level I need it to be. Waving at a family with some kids who I treated walking along the sidewalk. There are whispers on the street that Anarky may plan something big with the Court coming out for him personally.
But everyone is now looking into the Court of Owls. Batman has been sighted several times slinking around in the shadows collecting evidence of the crime scenes involving the Court in particular. The other being Anarky himself, when several drones recognized the faces of some of the people wearing his insignia near areas where investigations were happening. I may just be paranoid, considering Batman wouldn’t necessarily have any method I could think of to trace everything back to me.
And it’s quite likely he couldn’t. But I don’t like taking any chances when this is practically a comic book world. Sure, it’s a world from an animated show that was made from comics, but Batman isn’t called the world's greatest detective for no reason. If he starts snooping around the Freemen, then he may get some leads however weak they are.
From what I gathered and went so far as to ask Lorenzo about it, Batman usually leaves them alone because he has to deal with the more pressing threats or issues going on in Gotham. Which is frequent enough so ‘small fry’ like them don’t have him coming to knock down their doors often. Of course, he has on occasion come after one of them, but that’s the price of doing business in Gotham according to Lorenzo.
Walking up the stairs to the apartment contemplating things. But a feeling in me has been growing for some time now. A feeling that I just can’t get rid of. What am I going to do with the money I have made? I can’t use it as myself, which isn’t going to stop me to be honest. Just create another identity and have Heli shape my flesh and there you have it. The issue I am having that pops up now is what is the purpose?
Opening the door to my apartment and locking it down while opening the fridge and getting out some Gotham Cola to drink. For all that money, the hunger for more left me feeling hollow inside. I have everything I could want. If I don’t have it now, I can get it through the black market and live a comfortable life. Have the engineers rig me up what I can’t get through the Freemen. Just settle down and enjoy the money. The problem is just that.
What is the point in the end for having it all? It will just set in those accounts. Getting used occasionally, and there is no way I am spending nearly two million dollars and growing in a short amount of time. I was raised to make the most of what you had and not waste resources. So just spending the money for the sake of spending it is stupid. And the more I reflect and think about it with the TV turning on the remote in my hand to add some background noise like I occasionally do to help me think. Or take my mind off of something. But there is no ignoring this any longer.
Sitting down on the heavenly chair, contemplating something I have been avoiding up until this point. Why hoard over all that money like a dragon with its gold and jewels if it’s never going to get used? What purpose does it serve in the grand scheme of everything? There is no reason. A simple desire comes to mind. Greed. I know this has been pushed to the top of my mind by the gang war I incited.
It was only a matter of time before I started confronting these thoughts and feelings, the gang war only accelerated it. The deaths of those people did bother me. I won't lie. But not to the level a normal person would expect. I chalk it up to the people who have died before me and I had killed personally. Among other things. By this point dulling the effect from what it should have been. The thing that bothers me greater than the hollow feeling of chasing and finally getting the money is what do I do now? No overarching reason to do anything with me accomplishing what I set out to do.
Like grinding in a video game, finally getting whatever it was you were hunting for and getting it. Then what? Use it if you can a few times and call it quits when you spent so much time grinding for it. So in the end what was the point?
I have so much power at my command. And it will only grow the more I acquire from my source of powers. So just settling for something like wealth and extravagance just feels… pointless now. An ad takes over from the random forgettable cartoon. The advertisement is Wayne Enterprises' new drug to help with the flu this season. A spark ignites in my mind at that commercial watching a family worry over a sick boy. It has my undivided attention. A moment of eureka overtakes me.
“Making Gotham a better city for everyone one step at a time!” A woman's voice says with the commercial showing the father putting his son to bed who looks better after the medicine was used with the camera zooming out showing a neighborhood with clean streets and no graffiti anywhere. May as well be Metropolis with how clean it is.
That’s it. I found what I will use my power and money for. A chuckle escapes me, it being so obvious. This city is a horrible place to live. No doubt about that when it’s able to arguably put a demilitarized zone to shame or even a war torn third world county. The bar in this city is set so low that it may as well be down in the depths of hell itself.
Why not try to make this place into something worth living in? It could take years even with my powers, but that’s time well spent in my opinion. After all, I don’t want to end up like Penguin did and just be chasing after dollars all my life like a crazed Mr. Krabs when I could be using it for something worth my time and effort.
Something that isn’t a hollow empty pursuit that never ends leaving me emptier and emptier the longer I go. It’s something that can give me something to actually look at with pride at what I have accomplished once I’m finished.
Rising from the couch with newfound vigor turning the TV over to a comedy show I never heard of about two bumbling criminals that want to make it big but always have something go wrong ending with them having nothing. Usually the tall skinny one doing something stupid that ends in them having nothing while being able to walk away. Like a darker comedy of Home Alone.
Going to the fridge for something to celebrate my newfound motivation. Opening the fridge and seeing some hamburger meat I had purchased along with some yeast, taking it and some angel hair noodles I started to make myself some spaghetti the way I was shown to make it. I set up some bowls along the counter and pour the yeast in.
Walking over to the bathroom and opening the workshop, “Hey get your floaty butts in here it’s time to celebrate.” I say just loud enough to get them to pop their heads out of the doorways at the noise. “Last one out doesn’t get any yeast~!” I say in a sing-song voice making their eyes widen with a collective squeal greeting me with them beelining it for the doorway.
With Light and Heli stuffing their heads into the bowls scarfing down their food, the Sigmas open some hatches on the top of their pods and sprinkle in some yeast for themselves. Ignoring the pleased electronic squeals of delight I turn the stove top on and get to work making myself a celebratory dinner!
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“183-” Jade slides back with her arms crossed with an ooph leaving her. Panting and covered in sweat she charges forward throwing out a flurry of fast strikes. Our two forms are the only things moving inside this abandoned warehouse that Gotham is riddled with.
“Wrong, you are so close. What is 8 times 23 Jade?” I say to her, making her scowl while trying to land a hit on me with most being dodged, parried or just blocked with no sign she hurt me.
“184. There, you happy?” The snark is strong with this one.
Not missing a beat I keep testing her, “Who wrote the Declaration of Independence?” Going on the offensive with a few strikes with palm thrusts that she struggles to evade or block. One gets past her defense and hits her left shoulder sending her sprawling to the ground.
“Thomas… Jefferson.” She manages to pant out between breaths with her laying upon the concrete floor sweat pouring off of her. Even her hair had managed to get matted down to her head. Mostly. Some of it still managed to keep its mane-like appearance. How the hell does that even work?
“Good. You are improving faster than I anticipated.” Walking up and extending a hand to her, one she looks at with a glare before taking it with her own before I pull her up onto her feet. Not bothered by the sweat now on my hand and ignoring how her clothes stained in sweat cling to her developing body.
“Not fast enough.” She says back to me, not enjoying me showing just how much better I am than her.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day, and you won’t be a master at fighting in a few months even with the things I gave you helping speed your progress up.” A sweep of my arm towards the empty potion vials and the bottle of Mentats I had Heli and Light work on. Slightly less potent but the side effects having been removed more than makes up for that. Took some time but they managed it.
“So then why are you asking me academic questions?” She manages to say this before taking a breath, hands on her knees hunched over.
“Oh that’s simple. I’m going to school! And I don’t need you slacking behind me being a dummy.” I say with the biggest smile on my face. And before I can enjoy the moment, I am amongst stars as they spin rapidly between different constellations. Several times I almost manage to snag a star, but just missed each time. Until I snagged a larger one, and the information of what I had just gained leaves me speechless. The warmth forming in my stomach and spreading out to the rest of my body makes me feel giddy with excitement.
My smile can’t possibly get any bigger than it is now, and I am certain that Jade is unnerved by it. Joker, this is how you show a smile. She stills for a moment, before slowly standing straight giving me a funny look. The kind that screams what the hell is wrong with you. Before she can say anything I am already upon her, “What was the last state to join our great and glorious America!” I will always treasure the look in her eyes at that surprise drop kick.
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A gathering this large hasn’t happened in quite some time. We always have our gatherings, just not with nearly everyone in attendance. Dresses, suits, and many other articles of clothing that they enjoyed made from the finest materials that money could buy. All different, tailor made aside from one thing. The owl masks we all wore.
“I want to know why the Talon’s were sent out to deal with the commoners. Why show our hand now of all times!” A man in a tuxedo yells out with annoyance clear in his voice. The crowd stirs murmuring agreements with him, demanding to know answers in the massive court-like room.
“We didn’t send out any Talon’s.” The voice modulator masking my voice makes it sound masculine than the feminine voice the elite of Gotham are familiar with. The cream suit does wonders to hide my form. Precautions to ensure my identity remains a secret to only a select few in the Court in case anyone with an unhealthy ambition gets any ideas.
“Then why were there multiple sightings of Talon’s running amok in our city revealing themselves to the world?” A woman this time, orange hair done up in an elaborate braid with a dress showing her curves. The crowd stirs further, becoming deafening in the room.
“Order, I demand order to this assembly!” I yell out quieting the crowd. “We will not devolve into petty squabbling like the common masses of our city. I will make that clear here and now. We will discuss civilly as we are supposed to. I will say it again. The Talon’s were not activated nor given orders to go and deal with the gang war.”
“What proof can give us that this is not a lie?” The man from before asks, several of those near him appear nervous with such an accusation. It would seem we still have those with too much ambition for their own good.
I gesture for the one behind me to step forward. A figure steps forward, staring at the man speaking. “I can assure you Mr. Donovan that neither I nor the Grandmaster had authorized the usage of the talons. If we had you and the rest of the Court would be well aware of it.” Talon says to him with his gaze never leaving Mr. Donovans. I give the man some credit, he shows no fear despite who he has gotten the ire of.
Talon continue, “Besides… we would not use them for something trivial like dealing with dogs fighting over scraps. If we were to do so, it would be to deal with all of them when they are at their most vulnerable to retake this city from them.” The general and head of the talons speaks, bringing an end to the argument.
“Then what are we going to do? Just sit here with the plebeians in the streets now knowing we are real because someone decided to dress up some hired thugs to masquerade as one of our greatest assets?” Another woman asks with an accent sounding far eastern, black hair done in a chinese bun with two sticks showing over the top of her head with glimmering rubys embedded at the ends of them. A black silk dress with a black lace negligee under it covering her arms and legs. Good taste.
“For now we investigate and stick to the shadows as we have always done. Especially when we are closer than ever before to retaking the city.” I speak to the entirety of the crowd holding aloft a glass vial, red liquid sloshing within. It almost had an ethereal glow to it, mesmerizing everyone silencing them. “Most of you should be well aware of what I hold, or at least an idea of what it is. After seeing what has happened in our city we have gotten the chance to see firsthand just how effective these are in the hands of nothing more than common petty criminals.”
“With this being proven genuine, our talons will be nigh unstoppable with this. As I speak now, our people are working to decipher its secrets and use them to further our goal of rebuilding Gotham into what it should be!” At this all the arguing ends and a brief pause as they digest my words before those gathered cheer loudly as the long awaited day is coming closer and closer to when we retake Gotham, and bring it back to its glory days. Without those who brought it to ruin in the first place allowed to do so again.
With the meeting adjourning, I step off the central podium with Talon following behind me, we walk down several dimly lit corridors. A maze of tunnels to even those faintly familiar with the underground network running under Gotham. Being the Grandmaster of the Court handed down for generations in my family comes with the benefit of knowing these numerous and extensive tunnels.
Walking along it, several talons watch and let us pass from small alcoves in the hall to the ceiling rafters and beams criss-crossing ensuring in the unlikely chance that someone like Batman were to infiltrate us he would be hard pressed to escape with his life. Reaching our destination a large decorated reinforced door, going through the numerous security measures in place. After several moments of having to go through each security point the door opens with a hiss revealing a sterile lab interior.
Several scientists move about with computers spread out across the room intermixed with pods on one side of the room. Numerous beakers, vials and other assorted tools whether they be archaic or highly sophisticated machinery to help us fulfill our goal. A few glanced over to me and Talon making our way into the room.
I feel the anticipation at the mere idea that whoever supplied those drugs just gave us the key to finally enacting the plan within my lifetime. Walking up to the latest subject to join the ranks of the talons. The body lies strapped to a metal table suspended above a sleek silver colored pod shaped like an egg.
Jeremiah Warren, one of the heads of research, walked up to us when he noticed our approach. “Grandmaster, it is good to see you. I take it you wish to see the result of our labors?” An old but rich Italian voice comes from him.
“Yes, I want to know how the research into those concoctions turned out anything of use besides the obvious. Have you figured out what is in them and to start production for ourselves?” I ask, exercising the restraint that father and mother drilled into me at a young age. Never show more than what you need to to those beneath your station.
“We are still looking into other applications with the drugs and potions as the supplier called the latter. From what the criminals of the city have shown us they are quite potent, very effective at giving a simple minded barbarian capabilities that would otherwise be beyond them.” He begins walking over to the body on the gurney starting to lower to the metal pod filled with the Electrum compound. But the color is off, not the normal green. Incredibly faint and small traces of red and pink appear for brief moments.
“We have not been able to replicate the chemicals that this Silhouette had employed to make his potions.” A chuckle leaves the man, peaking my interest in what he could find funny. More to do with the fact that I have known this man for some time, and he has laughed less than the fingers I have on one hand.
Seemingly sensing my curiosity he continues after calming himself, “Apologies Grandmaster, but it’s not often I am dumbfounded as I found myself when you brought these items to my attention. We did a scan of the potions and you wouldn’t believe what we found. DNA of different plant species, some known and others not. But the thing is none of the known plants have any known properties to generate such strong effects like the regeneration we have seen. And I doubt the unknown ones would either, otherwise why mix them with plants that don’t?”
Stopping at the protective reinforced glass wall separating us from the chamber whilst watching the restraints retract allowing the subject to seamlessly slide into the now open hatch at the top of the pod with it sealing shut not long after entering it.
“Even after our numerous examinations and tests we still don’t know how they managed it. The drugs they have been peddling we have looked into what they are made from, and we can see how and why they do what they do even if we don’t know the process of making them. The potions on the other hand,” He says the word with the greatest of disdain for it like it’s poison to him, “Have not given us any clue to why they work the way they do.”
“Continue researching it and the Court will ensure you have as much as you need to keep experimenting.” Annoying that we can’t replicate it, but given enough time we can one day figure it out. I would love to get Silhouette to aid us, but that is debatable if they would work for us willingly. “Commence with the test. I wish to see for myself just how much these potions can aid us.”
The scientists in the room scramble, initiating the procedure sending power to the pod with the subject still within it. The machinery comes alive with the pod emitting light across the room making the shadows come to life and dance before us. But I only have eyes for the pod with the machinery calming down and the power having been cut to the pod to trigger the Electrum.
Several talons come from the shadows just in case something went wrong acting as extra security. A thin line appears on the pod letting out steam with a hiss. The pod fully opens and the newly made talon steps out standing before us. But instead of the disheveled decrepit undead form I was expecting to see like all the other times, instead I see a young man staring with narrowed eyes at us. We all wait with baited breath if the talon turns hostile. After a moment it just continues to stand there staring at us.
“Talon, kneel.” I command him, and he obeys dropping down to his knees before me in the room. This has changed everything.
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