CLICK.
CLICK.
CLACK.
The main office of the Paris Hero Headquarters was a complete mess.
Paperwork covered the desks. Empty coffee cups piled up near the trash bins.
"Upload the files!" Bastien yelled.
He was the top hero in France. He wore his heavy silver armor and paced nervously behind his management team.
"Did you include the heart monitor readings from my last fight?" Bastien asked loudly.
"I am attaching them right now!" his manager shouted back. The man stared at a bright computer screen. "The servers are lagging. Everyone in Europe is also trying to load the Arisaka Consulting page."
Bastien grabbed his own hair in frustration.
"Just push it through," Bastien told him. "Kaito Arisaka only takes ten people. If we miss this month, we are screwed. The hero rankings are going to shift and we will be left at the bottom."
*-*-*-*
BEEP.
BEEP.
In Seoul, the tension was just as high.
Tae-min, the highest-ranked hero in South Korea, slammed his hands on his desk. He glared at his head sidekick.
"You want to hide my quirk drawback?" Tae-min asked. "Are you stupid?"
"Sir, if we tell him that your stamina drops after ten minutes of fire output, his agency might reject you," the sidekick argued. He held a stack of files tightly to his chest.
Tae-min snapped. "Golden Manager helped us get stronger anyway. He figures out everything. Put the weakness in the file. Send the unedited combat footage. Don't rush it. We're not racing against others."
*-*-*-*
HUMMMM.
In Rio de Janeiro, a whole team of sidekicks stood in complete silence.
They watched a slow green loading bar on a giant wall monitor.
[Processing Application. Please Wait.]
Nobody blinked.
The Number One hero of Brazil chewed on his thumbnail.
They just prayed the little cartoon face on the screen would accept their data.
*-*-*-*
SLAP.
Shift to Japan.
Gang Orca smacked a thick red folder against the conference table.
The loud noise echoed across the morning briefing room.
His sidekicks flinched.
They stood in perfectly straight lines. The walls of the agency were made of thick glass, showing massive tanks of swimming fish and sharks.
"Look at this patrol route," Orca said. His deep voice rumbled across the room. "You left a three-block gap near the commercial district. Fix it before lunch. Also did you find something about the crazy guy who killed 15 tartarus criminals"
"Yes, sir!" the sidekicks yelled together.
"We still didn't get the exact news. He should be hiding somewhere Boss. I can't forget his appearance." Barnacle replied. He was the sidekick who Stendhal ambushed in the past to get information about the Tartarus criminals.
"Ahem!"
One of the older managers cleared his throat.
He held a tablet showing the morning news broadcast.
"Boss," the manager said. "Aside from that killer. The news is going crazy for the Golden Manager. Salaam just landed a contract with Manager Arisaka. The online slots opened up today too. Should we submit our data to the company?"
Orca crossed his arms. He looked down at the tablet.
"No," Orca said plainly.
"But shouldn't we try to get a blueprint too?" the manager asked. "Everyone else is rushing."
"Let the overseas agencies fight over the internet slots," Orca replied. "They are desperate because Arisaka rarely leaves the country. We live in Japan."
Orca turned his back to the glass tank.
"When he comes back from Egypt, we are going to present him with a flawless agency," Orca told them. "We will wait for our turn and get a physical contract. Until then, you all need to step up your training and find that killer."
*-*-*-*
WAAAAAAH.
A loud sob echoed through the top floor of the Crust Agency.
Crust sat at his massive desk.
Huge tears poured out of his eyes and dripped down his thick beard.
He held a crumpled tissue in one hand. He was staring directly at his computer monitor.
The screen showed the newly updated Arisaka Consulting website.
A massive banner at the top read: Remote Consultation Services – Ten Slots Open.
Below that was a long block of text listing the application rules and required documents.
One of his sidekicks stood next to the desk, reading the webpage out loud.
"It says we just need to submit our quirk data and combat logs for the company to review," the sidekick read. "They will select ten agencies from the global pool based on who actually needs the guidance. We only negotiate the contract and payment if we get picked."
"It is so beautiful!" Crust cried out.
His voice cracked with heavy emotion. He blew his nose into the tissue. "Look at how much he cares! He is willing to read through thousands of files just to find the heroes who truly want to improve! Manager Arisaka is pushing the entire world to do better!"
His sidekicks stood near the door.
They looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. They were totally used to their boss crying in the office.
Crust suddenly stood up.
His heavy chair rolled back and hit the wall. He slammed his large fists on his chest armor.
"Three months ago, the sky almost fell!" Crust yelled.
He stared directly at his sidekicks. The tears stopped, and his eyes burned with intensity. "We fought those villains. We saw the city tear itself apart. We realized we were weak!"
The sidekicks stopped smiling. They immediately stood straight.
"Salaam knows he needs to get stronger," Crust said, wiping his wet face with his forearm. "He secured that three-month contract to push his limits. We need to do the same thing. I refuse to throw our files in a pile with a thousand foreign agencies just to beg for an email! We are going to bleed in the training room right here! We will build our stamina until Manager Arisaka has no choice but to notice us when he gets home. Are you with me?!"
"Yes, Boss!" the sidekicks cheered loudly.
*-*-*-*
SMASH.
A heavy punching bag ripped completely open.
Sand poured onto the gym floor.
HUFF-PUFF.
Lion Shishido stood there panting.
Sweat soaked his fur. He grinned, showing his sharp teeth.
Around him, ten of his sidekicks were doing pushups on the mat.
They looked completely exhausted. Their arms were shaking.
"Keep your hips straight!" Shishido roared. "If your knees touch the mat, you owe me another fifty!"
BAAM.
The gym doors swung open. A sidekick jogged inside holding a digital tablet.
"Boss!" the sidekick called out over the noise. "The Arisaka website just posted the announcement. Agencies from all over the world are submitting their combat data for those ten online slots. Should I compile our files and send them in?"
Shishido grabbed a towel from the bench. He wiped the sweat off his hairy face and let out a loud, barking laugh.
"Forget the website," Shishido told him. He tossed the wet towel onto a bench. "I am a practical individual. What is reading an online document going to do for my grappling form? Nothing. I want the real deal."
He walked over to the sidekicks struggling on the floor. He pointed a thick finger at them.
"Typing on a keyboard won't make us a top tier agency," Shishido barked. "I want Arisaka standing right in front of me. I want him to point out exactly how can I go further. We have the home turf advantage over all those guys outside."
Shishido grabbed another intact punching bag.
He easily dragged the heavy bag to the center of the mat.
"When he finishes his business in Egypt, I'll be going to meet him again," Shishido ordered. "Now get up! Pair off and spar! We are getting stronger right now! I don't want that stupid Orca to be selected first."
*-*-*-*
Location: Nagano Prefecture – The Beast's Forest Hub | UA Summer Boot Camp
Time: 9:21 AM
WHOOSH.
A massive wave of dirt exploded into the air.
First-year U.A. students scattered across the wide dirt clearing.
Most of them were breathing heavily, covered in mud, sweat, and bruised egos.
RUMBLE.
Three giant dirt golems stood in the center of the camp.
They were twice the size of normal cars. The material didn't even look like dirt anymore. It was packed so tight it looked like solid, dark grey concrete.
High above the clearing, three black high-altitude drones hummed quietly in the sky, recording the entire training session.
Pixie Bob stood on a thick tree branch above the clearing. She held her glowing paws out and laughed loudly.
"Come on, kittens!" Pixie-Bob yelled, pointing down at them. "The Sports Festival was a month ago! Did you leave all your energy in Tokyo? My pets are getting bored!"
Down on the ground, Kenji Daido gritted his teeth.
He wiped a smudge of dirt off his cheek.
"Don't worry guys, I got this!" Daido yelled to his classmates. "I took first place for a reason!"
KRACHING.
His skin shifted, glowing with thick, silver metallic plates.
He activated his Kinetic Plating and charged straight at the nearest golem.
Pulling his fist back, planning to just tank the hit and punch right through it.
"Take this!" Daido roared.
CRACK.
The golem swung its massive stone arm. It slammed directly into Daido's chest.
His metallic plates actually chipped. He didn't even slow the monster down.
"UGHH!"
The sheer physical force lifted him entirely off his feet and swatted him out of the air like a fly.
THUD.
Daido hit the dirt hard and rolled backward into the thick bushes.
Near the edge of the trees, Aizawa stood with his arms crossed.
He watched his students struggling and let out a loud groan.
"They can't break those things," Aizawa said bluntly. He looked over at Mandalay. "Your agency completely changed the training grounds. Pixie-Bob were making solid boulders."
Mandalay stood next to him, tapping the sleek black tactical earpiece Kaito had given them two years ago.
She smiled.
"She pushes all the oxygen out of the soil before she shapes it," Mandalay explained casually. "It makes the earth harder than industrial concrete. Your kids rely way too much on their raw Quirks. If they don't learn actual technique, a real villain is going to break them in half."
STEP.
Mirio Togata walked out from the shade of the trees.
Tamaki Amajiki and Nejire Hado walked right behind him.
They wore their standard U.A. gym uniforms.
Unlike the rest of the class, they looked totally relaxed and unbothered by the heavy mountain air.
"Wow!" Nejire smiled, floating a few inches off the ground.
She pointed at the giant rock monsters.
"Those look really heavy! Did you make them super dense, Pixie-Bob? Can I blast one?"
"Be my guest, Nejire-chan!" Pixie-Bob winked from the tree.
Tamaki stared at his own shoes. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
"There are too many people looking," Tamaki whispered miserably. "Daido is going to make fun of us again."
A few of the exhausted students on the ground turned around and stared at them.
"Are they seriously stepping up? What are they waiting for? Going last and so on?" Goro muttered, rubbing his sore shoulder.
Yuyu Haya whispered to Reiko. "Mirio lost his pants on live TV. What are they going to do against solid rock?"
Aizawa ignored the whispers. He pointed at the clearing.
"Alright, you three," Aizawa called out. "Show the class what you learned during your internship."
Mirio grinned.
He stretched his arms over his head and cracked his knuckles.
"You got it, Aizawa-sensei!" Mirio cheered. He looked back at his friends. "Let's clear the field, guys!"
FWOOSH.
Mirio vanished. He dropped straight into the solid dirt.
The first golem turned its heavy head, looking around for him.
Underneath the ground, Mirio didn't panic. He remembered the dark gym back in Tokyo.
He purposely dropped his left shoulder, fixing his center of gravity, braced his knees against the solid dirt and waited for the physics to violently reject him.
POP. POP.
SWOOOSH.
Mirio shot out of the ground directly behind the golem's neck. He launched perfectly straight, flying forward like a human bullet.
He spun his hips in mid-air, channeling all that incredible momentum right into his heel.
BAAAM.
CRACK. CRACK.
Mirio's foot slammed into the back of the golem's neck.
The hyper-compressed stone cracked loudly, completely shattering the monster's head.
"Nejire! The legs!" Mirio yelled as he fell back toward the dirt.
"Okay!" Nejire cheered brightly.
She dropped into a wide, perfectly balanced stance and planted her boots firmly into the dirt.
She brought the heels of her hands together and interlocked her fingers, leaving only a tiny diamond gap in the center.
She took a deep breath, squeezing her stamina straight through that tiny gap.
"TAKE THIS!"
BZZZT—PEW!
A hyper-fast kinetic laser ripped out of her hands. It moved so fast the other students didn't even have time to blink.
CRACK.
The laser punched a clean, perfect hole straight through the second golem's right knee.
THUD.
The massive stone monster lost its balance and fell forward into the dirt.
"Tamaki, wrap it up!" Mirio called out, landing smoothly on both feet.
Sigh.
Tamaki sighed.
He pulled a small plastic pouch from his pocket.
He quickly chewed a piece of dried insect snack mix and a small piece of clam meat.
Crackle-crickle.
His right arm shifted. A thick, powerful purple tentacle burst out of his sleeve.
He didn't stop there.
Tamaki focused hard, layering the material exactly like Kaito taught him.
A thick, hard white clam shell rapidly grew over the tentacle, covering it in natural armor.
He swung it.
WHACK. BOOOM.
The armored tentacle slammed into the falling golem.
The sheer physical force ripped the stone monster completely in half. Dirt and rocks rained down on the clearing.
"...."
Total silence fell over the camp.
The other first-years just sat in the dirt, staring with their mouths hanging wide open.
Rustle.
"What the hell just happened!?"
Kenji Daido crawled out of the bushes. He had leaves stuck in his hair.
He stared at the pile of broken rocks, his eyes bugging out of his head.
"Are you kidding me?" Daido muttered, rubbing his bruised chest. "They just destroyed those things in seconds."
"Did Nejire just shoot a laser?" Yuyu gasped, grabbing Reiko's arm. "Since when can she do that?! I thought she only made slow waves!"
"And Tamaki's arm didn't even get scratched by the rock," Goro pointed out, looking completely baffled.
Mirio gave a bright thumbs-up to Aizawa and Pixie-Bob.
Tamaki immediately tried to turn around and hide his face. He hated the attention.
"Hey, Amajiki!" Daido called out, walking over to him.
He looked totally confused. "How did you do that? You guys got so strong."
Tamaki froze.
His social anxiety spiked. He really wanted to look at the ground and mumble an apology.
But he remembered Sir Nighteye grabbing his shoulders on the busy Tokyo street. He remembered the lesson.
Boardroom composure.
Gulp.
Tamaki swallowed hard. He forced his shoulders back. He planted his boots in the dirt and slowly turned around to face Daido.
He didn't say a single word.
He just looked Daido right in the eyes and gave him a dead, stoic glare from under his dark hood.
"..."
Daido actually took a step back, intimidated by the sudden, intense silence.
"Whoa. Okay, man. My bad," Daido said nervously, holding his hands up. "Just asking."
Tamaki let out a tiny, quiet sigh of relief under his breath. It actually worked.
Mirio walked over and slung an arm around Tamaki's shoulder.
He looked at the rest of his classmates sitting in the dirt and flashed a massive, unbreakable smile.
"Come on, guys!" Mirio laughed brightly. "The boot camp just started! We must show to everyone the worth of our training with Sir Nighteye and Mr. Arisaka."
*-*-*-*
Location: Naruhata Ward – Kaito's Apartment
Time: Morning | Five Days Later.
SIZZLE.
Koichi stood at the stove, flipping eggs in a frying pan.
Makoto sat at the kitchen. She was scrolling through her tablet and drinking coffee.
"I can't get this stupid thing straight."
Kazuho walked into the kitchen, groaning.
She was wearing her blue and white Seiai Academy uniform, pulling in frustration at the red ribbon around her collar.
"I was literally doing hero patrols and recording a track two days ago," Kazuho complained.
She dropped onto a barstool and rested her chin on the counter. "Now I have to go sit in a freezing classroom for geometry again. And Kaito get to fly to Egypt on a private jet. I've never even been outside Japan before. It's totally unfair."
Makoto laughed and put her coffee mug down.
"You're a first-year high school student, Kazuho," Makoto said. "School is part of the deal. Stop pulling on the ribbon before you ruin it."
Koichi slid a plate of eggs and toast in front of her. "Eat up. You need energy for math."
CLICK.
The front door unlocked.
Kaito walked in carrying his black travel bag.
He dropped it by the couch and walked over to the kitchen.
"Morning," Kaito said. He reached over and broke off a piece of Koichi's toast.
"Hey Kaito," Koichi said, waving the spatula. "Did you just get back?"
"Yeah, I caught the early train from Shizuoka," Kaito answered, chewing the toast. "I wanted to check on Grandma Saki before I left the country. She's doing fine. She told me to tell you guys to stop eating junk food at midnight."
Kazuho poked at her eggs with a fork. She looked up at him.
"Are you sure you want to go to Cairo by yourself?" Kazuho asked. "It's super far. And Makoto said the hero politics over there are getting crazy."
Kaito smiled. He looked at Kazuho's grumpy face. "Hey, cheer up. I'll make you guys a deal."
Kazuho turned around from the stove. "What deal?"
Kaito leaned against the counter.
"If Kazuho actually passes her first-year finals, I'll plan a huge trip," Kaito said.
"A real vacation. Just pick a country. I'll take the whole crew. You three, Grandma Saki, Old Man Iwao and his family, everybody. My treat."
Kazuho dropped her fork.
Her eyes went huge.
"Wait, seriously?" Kazuho yelled, completely forgetting about her bad mood. "Like, out of the country? We can go to France? Or America?"
"Anywhere," Kaito laughed. "Just do your homework."
"Deal!" Kazuho grinned.
Kaito grabbed his bag from the floor. "I need to get to the airstrip. Call me if anything explodes. I can just snap it directly."
.....
Location: Tokyo – Private Airstrip
Time: Two Hours Later
VROOM.
The black car stopped on the runway.
A sleek white private jet sat on the tarmac waiting for him. A large gold hawk was painted on the tail fin.
Kaito grabbed his bag, walked up the metal stairs, and stepped inside.
The cabin looked like a luxury hotel room. It had wide leather couches, a wooden bar, and plenty of space.
A man wearing a crisp pilot's shirt walked out of the cockpit.
He had a thick mustache and put on a very polite, practiced smile.
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Arisaka," the pilot greeted him in formal english. "I am Tariq, the head pilot for the Salaam Agency. We are honored to have you."
Kaito dropped his bag on an empty chair. He looked at the pilot and smiled.
"Sabah el kheir, ya Tariq," Kaito replied in fluent Egyptian Arabic. "Thanks for the ride. Hope I didn't hold you up."
Tariq blinked.
"La, wala yhemak," Tariq replied instinctively in Arabic.
"...."
"...."
Then Tariq froze.
He stared at Kaito for two seconds before bursting into loud laughter.
He completely dropped the formal act and walked over to shake Kaito's hand.
"Hahaha.. Man, nobody told me you speak Arabic!" Tariq laughed. "Your accent is actually really good."
"I pick things up," Kaito grinned.
"Take a seat anywhere," Tariq told him.
He walked behind the bar and grabbed two cold bottles of water. "I was practicing my English all morning so I wouldn't sound stupid."
He tossed a bottle to Kaito.
"Catch."
Kaito caught it. "Thanks."
Tariq leaned against the bar and opened his bottle. He looked completely relaxed now.
"So, is Salaam actually ready to train?" Kaito asked, sitting down on a couch.
Tariq rolled his eyes and took a drink.
"The boss is a complete nightmare right now," Tariq complained, shaking his head. "He's been running around the agency for three days screaming at everyone to scrub the floors. He's way too hyped up."
Kaito laughed. "He's the number one hero in Egypt. He has a lot of energy."
"He's annoying," Tariq joked. "I'll be flying the plane, totally focused, right? And he'll use his Quirk to turn his body into a flat piece of paper. He slides under the cockpit door just to jump up and scare me. I swear I'm going to crash this jet one day because of him."
Kaito chuckled. "I'll make sure to train that habit out of him."
Tariq smiled, but he looked out the window and let out a sigh.
"You really kicked a hornet's nest by picking him for your first contract in our country," Tariq said. "The other top agencies in Egypt are losing their minds."
"Rivals?" Kaito asked.
"Huge ones," Tariq nodded. "Kahil is the number two hero. He controls sand and rips concrete apart. He hates Salaam. Kahil thinks a guy with a paper Quirk has no business being number one."
"People always confuse destructive power with actual hero work," Kaito said.
"Yeah, exactly," Tariq agreed. "And the number three hero is Mirage. She uses illusions. Both of them are terrified Salaam is going to get some crazy power boost from your training. They know they won't be able to catch up."
"I'm opening online slots for the other agencies," Kaito pointed out.
"Oh, they know," Tariq laughed loudly. "Kahil literally forced his management team to stay awake for forty-eight hours just to submit his application to your servers. The guy is desperate."
"The system is fair," Kaito said. "If his data is good, he gets a slot."
"Well, just focus on our boss first," Tariq grinned.
He tapped the top of the bar and started walking back to the cockpit. "Sit back and relax, Mr. Arisaka. It's a long flight."
*-*-*-*
Location: Cairo, Egypt – International Airport
Time: Late Afternoon
SCREECH.
The private jet tires hit the runway.
Kaito grabbed his duffel bag.
SLID.
Tariq opened the heavy cabin door and gave him a quick wave.
The heat hit Kaito right in the face. It was totally dry and ridiculously hot, like stepping too close to a bonfire.
He walked down the metal stairs and looked toward the hangar gate.
FLASH.
FLASH.
A massive crowd of journalists pushed violently against a chain-link fence.
Ten of Salaam's sidekicks were sweating, leaning all their weight against the metal to keep it from snapping open.
"Manager Arisaka!"
"Are you signing Kahil for a contract next?!"
"Do Egyptian agencies get priority for the ten online slots?!"
Kaito ignored the cameras and just kept walking toward the row of black SUVs.
"Kaito!"
A tall man in a red and gold hero costume literally jumped over the hood of an SUV.
It was Salaam.
He ran up and grabbed Kaito in a massive bear hug, lifting him slightly off the concrete.
"You made it!" Salaam laughed loud. "I told them to keep the flight quiet, but someone just knows it!"
"Yeah, yeah, good to see you too, Salaam," Kaito patted his shoulder. "Put me down. It's way too hot for this."
Salaam dropped him and grinned.
A man in a sharp suit walked up next to them.
He had the literal head of a black jackal. His ears twitched nervously. He looked completely stressed out.
"Mr. Arisaka, I am Nuubis," the man said quickly. "Head sidekick and agency manager. Please get in the car right now. My hearing is picking up the metal tearing. They are going to break through the fence in thirty seconds."
"Nice to meet you, Nuubis," Kaito said. "Let's go."
They jumped into the middle SUV.
SLAM.
The doors shut, completely cutting off the reporters' screaming. The convoy sped away from the airport.
*-*-*-*
Location: Cairo – Kahil Agency
Time: Same Time
Kahil sat in his dark office.
He was a huge man.
His tan skin looked rough, almost like dried clay, and his eyes glowed a faint yellow in the dim light.
He stared at the massive flat-screen TV on his wall.
The news channel showed live helicopter footage of Kaito getting into Salaam's car.
CRACK.
Kahil squeezed the armrests of his chair. The thick metal bent and cracked.
Sand poured out from his knuckles, breaking the steel down into dust using his Desert Force quirk.
"He's actually here," Kahil said.
A skinny man wearing goggles stood near the door.
This was Farid, Kahil's top sidekick. His Glass Eye quirk let him see heat signatures through walls, but right now he just looked nervous.
"Boss," Farid said quietly. "We uploaded all your combat logs directly to the Arisaka website. The files went through."
Kahil didn't look away from the TV screen.
"The online slot is just getting our foot in the door," Kahil said, his voice deep and rough. "I want the three month contract next. If the Golden Manager trains that paper-thin idiot for three months, Salaam will get completely out of reach. I refuse to stay number two."
*-*-*-*
Location: Cairo – Salaam Agency Headquarters
Time: Evening
The SUV parked in a private underground garage.
Kaito, Salaam, and Nuubis got out and took a private elevator up.
DING.
The doors opened to the logistics floor.
Dozens of sidekicks ran around the room with files, talking on headsets, and looking at giant digital city maps on the walls.
"We track everything from here," Nuubis told Kaito, pointing at the screens. "Salaam's quirk, Papyrus, lets him flatten his body. He slips through tiny cracks and makes his edges sharp enough to slice solid concrete."
"Yeah, I read the files," Kaito said, watching a group of sidekicks gear up near the armory. "What are they carrying?"
"Glue grenades and capture nets," Salaam said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Our combat strategy is simple," Nuubis explained. "Salaam lacks heavy crowd control. So the sidekicks trap the villains in place, and Salaam moves in to finish the fight."
Kaito stopped walking. He looked at Salaam.
"That's a terrible," Kaito said casually.
Nuubis blinked. "Excuse me?"
"If a villain separates you from your trappers, you're dead weight in a group fight," Kaito told Salaam directly. "You have no way to lock down an open area. You just run around swinging until your stamina burns out."
Salaam laughed, but it was a little awkward.
"Haha... Right of the bat," Salaam admitted. "This is why I hired you."
Nuubis sighed. "Let's talk business after we eat. The lounge is ready."
*-*-*-*
They walked into a private room down the hall.
A huge table was completely covered in hot food. The smell was amazing.
"Dig in," Salaam grinned, grabbing a plate. "We got Koshari, fresh Shawarma right off the spit, and Hawawshi."
Kaito sat down.
He piled some Koshari. A mix of rice, lentils, chickpeas, and fried onions onto his plate. He took a huge bite.
Crunch.
"Damn, that's good," Kaito said.
"Right?" Salaam laughed, stuffing a piece of crispy meat-filled pita into his mouth. "Way better than plane food. Did Tariq complain the whole flight?"
"He told me you slid under the cockpit door just to scare him," Kaito smirked.
Nuubis groaned and rubbed his jackal temples. "I told you to stop doing that to the pilots, Boss."
"It keeps them awake!" Salaam argued, grabbing a skewer of beef.
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