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*Author's Note: my fan-character, "Rai", speaks 'Nekonese'. If you wanna translation of what she said in the story below, use Ctrl+F and type in the number you see next to the phrase and it'll take you to the translations at the bottom of the page and back again to where you left of. Just make sure to put a period after the number you typed in. If you don't see a number near the phrase, that means it'll be translated in English somewhere along the way. Enjoy!
[# of translations: 14]
SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron
"Double Voltage"
Chapter Three
The dimly-lit arcade storage attic brightened up as Hard Drive's exit from the wall socket. As the fizzling power reduced down to harmless static, he cackled staring at the front page headline of today's MegaKat Tribune. " 'Hackers Strike At Corporate Heart, Thousands Stolen!" he read aloud proudly, " 'Staff Baffled! Managers Silenced! Enforcers Frustrated!' We're stealing money right under those fools' noses and Feral and his Enforcers can't do anything about it!"
Rai wasn't paying attention. She was watching, and trying to understand, the Scardey Cat cartoon streaming on her laptop screen. The cartoon gags made her giggle but the randomness and lack of storyline made her lose interests quickly. "MegaKat TV is much different from NKTV. Very strange."
Her ear flicked hearing their hidden safe door creaking open. "The trade go okay, otou-chan?"
"The dirtbag almost didn't cough up the cash. Called me some geek wearing a beat-up jacket," Hard Drive growled slamming the door shut, the dial instantly turning locking itself up, then he smirked, "Too bad the fool didn't know that this was no ordinary jacket." He chuckled fiendishly.
Rai rolled her eyes. After weeks of successful file hacks and trading with rich, infamous, and sometime scandalous Internet negotiators which ended with claws full of cash (or a one-sided beat down to get it), she saw her father fueling up with confidence, too much of it. She learned not to get too cocky after an incident in Nekon almost got her caught by the Nekoantai Forces, "We may have a lotta cash on us right now, tou-chan, but if we're not careful, the Enforcers or even the SWAT Kats could catch us and all that we stole will be taken back from us."
"Yeah, yeah but we're living for today, kid. We'll worry about tomorrow tomorrow," Hard Drive chuckled. He walked over and patted his daughter's shoulders, "Now talk to me, my little gold mine. Anyone else looking to hire two high-tech pirates?"
Rai groaned, "But tou-chan, this'll be 16th job this month and I'm getting tired. 1.Nemui nemui nemui..."
"Then maybe you should spend less time chugging caffeine and sugar and playing online video games with this JetAce guy," Hard Drive replied. Greed was turning him into an impatient villain."'JetAce'. For all we know, he's an Enforcer pilot tracking us."
Rai glared at him, "Hacking isn't that easy anymore, tou-chan and Enforcers would have to be really dumb to have a chat name like 'JetAce'. "
He sighed, "Alright, stop with the dagger look. I promise, after one more job, we can lay low for a week or two."
Rai pouted but turned around to face her laptop. She closed down the media window and accessed into her hacking program. A personal profile of a male Prussian blue cat in a business suit popped up on screen. "I've been doing some studying on this guy: Emory Trotsky. Has a wife, four kittens, and he's the C.E.O. of MegaKat Toy Industries. He's unveiling new RC planes tomorrow that's supposed to be a big hit. I hacked into his personal computer to see if he had any dirt on him."
"And?" Hard Drive crossed his arms watching the screen.
"I'm having trouble getting into this file," she pointed a computer folder that had a padlock over it, "Specifically this one. A file he doesn't want ANYONE to see."
He grinned and rubbed his hands together, "There's the dirt. Just start digging."
Rai shrugged, "That's the problem, tou-chan. He's gotta sturdy firewall up; the kind that makes sure to keep professional hackers, like us, from hacking it. Not only that, password entry has an access limit. If I'm not able hack it after three tries, Trotsky might be alerted."
More money was near their grasp, ready to be added to their bank, and a password was the only thing stopping them. "Well, get to work," commanded Hard Drive, "The faster we hack into this folder, the sooner we get to his money."
"Hai." Rai typed away, ready to get the job out the way and looking forward to another week of sleeping in, stuffing her face with imported 2.Sakana Kekki, and chugging more Kitty Kola while online gaming. To her father's annoyance, Rai only stole from greedy kats and they were usual rich seedy businesskats with a dark secret that no one, but themselves, knew. Finding sneaky rich kats weren't easy and finding their forbidden files were even harder.
A clanking, clattering sound made her jump in her mamasan and she looked back at where the sound had come from. "Stupid boxes," Hard Drive irately kicked at a metal white and brown-striped box, then picked it up observing it, "Where do you get these things from anyway?"
"Uh," Rai quickly turned away. Hiding her guilt wasn't her strongest point but lied while trying to sound honest, "I sneak into the nearby 3.conbini close to here when I get hungry." She looked back and he was still staring at her possibly trying to find a hole in her story. But then, he just flung the metal box over his shoulder and it rolled over next to her chair. "Don't make that a habit," Hard Drive grumbled, "And too much sugar can rot your teeth, you know."
Rai sighed in relief quietly and went back to work on cracking the file code. It would usually take her less than an hour to hack through a firewall, no matter how strong it was, but it was proving to be a challenge for her. "He does NOT want anyone in this file," Rai growled through gritted teeth, "I'll have to do this the easy way then."
She latched her PDA device into the USB slot. Her laptop whirred loudly and she could feel heat coming out of the sides of it, "Just don't overheat and don't go red." Pressing enter, the password entry box came up and the spinning hour glass appeared over it. She crossed her fingers; all she had to was wait for the device to automatically break through the firewall, then the password entry field would turn green and she could get in with her own password.
The wait was only 30 minutes but it felt like forever and Rai started to think she had to reboot her computer again until the entry field turned green. She pumped a fist in the air, yelling ecstatically, "4.Yatta!"
Her victory shout abruptly awoken Hard Drive, sans his Surge Coat, and he rolled off his twin mattress and on the floor. "Wh-wh-what?" He looked around frantically expecting Enforcers surrounding him with their weapons drawn on him, "What's going on?!"
Rai grinned back at Hard Drive excitedly, "I got into the folder, tou-chan!" He was already up by her side right after she typed in her personal password. Only a single file, 'my_special_day_murroe.mov' appeared on screen in the folder.
"All that security for one stupid movie flick?" Hard Drive mumbled.
"Don't get upset yet, tou-chan," Rai waved a finger at him with a slick, kitty smile, "This could be recorded video of him meeting with someone for illegal trades or a security camera of him opening his safe. We can either blackmail him or steal the money ourselves." She right-clicked on the file starting the video.
Nothing much happened in the beginning but as it continued, the contents of the video started to get too horrid and repulsive. Hard Drive had to turn away from the screen, dry-heaving. Rai continued watching more curious than disturbed at what she was watching. "That's Trotsky's face," She replied, "But what are they doing to that rubber chicken? And why is the ske-kat-"
Her vision was covered by her father's paw. "Where's the jump drive?" Hard Drive asked quickly, not daring to look at the screen. He stopped the video but it lagged, paused at the most awkward part of the video.
"Should be down there somewhere." Rai said, blinking behind Hard Drive's fingers.
He found the device, which was shaped like her beloved sakana kekki, plugged it into the second USB slot, and saved the video onto it all without looking at the screen. He didn't move his paw away from Rai's face until he closed the laptop. He nearly gagged again, "I'm never getting that image out my head. And they call us criminals."
"Awww. 5.Shinpai shinade, tou-chan," Rai gently patted his cheek, "You'll feel better when you'll see a more green bills in front of you instead." She waved the yellow, fish-shaped jump drive at him.
What they saw was vile, but in their hands it was pure gold. Hard Drive smiled and ruffled Rai's green hair, "Good work, squirt. Now let's go add more money to our bank."
"Can we wait a few moments before we do?" Rai whined wearily flicking her fingers, "Have to wait until my fingers straighten out first."
Colorful balloons floated up over the MegaKat Toy Industries rooftop. A large, excited crowd stood in front wooden stage where Mayor Manx, Deputy Mayor Calico Briggs, and C.E.O. Emory Trotsky stood underneath bright, vivid banners. Trotsky stood in front of a microphone podium, his voice amplified loud enough for everyone to hear, "And now, in honor of our Mayor Manx known for his brave family lineage, I now give you the new toys to commemorate the historical event that happened fifty years ago today."
Trotsky directed everyone's attention to the two giant wooden crates on the left by the stage. Two big, burly kats with crowbars pried the front of the crates open. Small blue and silver rectangular boxes displaying blue and white biplanes were stacked inside the right crate while similar scale and shaped red and gold boxes with red and yellow biplanes inside the left.
Trotsky grinned, mostly from eagerness than pride, seeing all the attending kats' delighted faces clenching fistfulls of dollar bills, "Ladies! Gentlekats! Kittens of all ages! The Blue Manx and Red Lynx RC Planes are now up for sale! Now if you'll all kindly stand in a single straight line."
But instead of that, the customers nearly shoved each other making a loud commotion trying to get closer to the crates screaming either "Blue Manx!" or "Red Lynx!" and waving up their money up high. Mayor Manx got the first Blue Manx before the consumer insanity and was flying the toy version of his great-great grandfather's plane by remote control. He laughed as he made the RC plane fly up around him and then take off into the air.
"Be careful, Mayor." Callie warned when the plane flew past her. "Don't worry, Callie," he assured, "Controlling this is just as easy as driving a golf cart." After completing his sentenced, he winced after the toy Blue Manx crashed into the poles holding up the banner and clattered on the stage. One of the banners came lose from the collision and coiled around the mayor, startling him and he thrashed around which got him tangled even more.
Trotsky watched with dollar signs in his eyes as many RC Blue Manxes and Red Lynxes flew overhead. Oscar Dibss, Trotsky's assistant, nervously watched the planes and felt uneasy. He leaned over to Trotsky looking over a piece of paper and whispered, "This was a bad idea. We should have listen to the recall letter." Trotsky grabbed the paper from Dibbs, crumpled it in ball, and snickered, "Recalls, schmecalls. As long as it keeps these whiny brats and immature simpletons happy, it keeps filling my pockets with money."
His buzzing cell phone in his other pocket nearly jump out of his shoes. He nervously stared at the scattered crowd, expecting to see a brutish-looking kat or a shady kat in a long overcoat. He slowly pulled out his cell phones with shaky fingers and pressed the respond button to read his text message: "Meet us in the production room. No Enforcers. Don't be late."
Callie had helped the Mayor out of his binds with the help of two toy company employees when she noticed Trotsky looking around fearfully. "Mr. Trotsky," she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Is everything alright?"
Trotsky yelped and started at her with wide eyes. "Oh Deputy Mayor. I'm sorry. You startled me," he took a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wiped sweat from his forehead, "Is something wrong?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing," Callie said. The heat was less intense today, not enough to cause extreme sweating unless he was wearing another shirt under his jacket.
"Uh...I'm fine! Fine," He let out a short, timid chuckle. "I haven't been feeling well, you see, and I overheat quickly. That just means it's time to take my medication. If you'll excuse me." He politely nodded once and quickly headed off the stage sprinting to the company building.
"That's odd. He never did say he was sick." Dibbs said.
Something bothered Callie. She couldn't put her finger on it but she figured there was probably something more going than a high fever, "You think he'll be alright?"
"I'll go check on him," Dibbs assured the deputy mayor and followed after his boss.
Trotsky was tense walking down the hallway slowly heading toward the toy production room, looking around and over his shoulders every second. All the workers were off for the day and were enjoying today's outing with their families so it was unusually quiet inside the building.
He flinched at every sound he saw and heard, water dripping, lights flickering, even his own footsteps suddenly amplified to the point where he through he was being followed. It sounded like he heard more than his own feet walking on thee tiled floor, "Mr. Trotsky?"
He squeaked fearfully, whirling around catching a glimpse of a stunned Dibbs, and rolled backwards through the double door of the toy production room. The machines were still going; robotic arms putting together toy pieces, installing and soldering the wires and chips, painting, and packaging more of the defective Blue Manx and Red Lynx RC planes for future purchases. Oscar ran over and helped Trotsky sit up, "Are you alright, sir? You look a little pale."
"Right on time." A voice called out from all the noisy machines.
"We were wondering if you were gonna show or not," the second voice sounded younger, childish and playful,than the first.
Trotsky and Dibbs tried to pinpoint where the two voices were coming from. "Wh-who said that?" Dibbs asked his boss. Trotsky didn't respond. He backed into the biggest machine in the room. Dibbs could see the front of his work shirt was soaked to the fur in sweat, "S-sir?"
The toy C.E.O. squeaked piercingly backing away frantically from something behind Dibbs. The assistant spun around and saw two jacket-clad kats standing in front of them.
Dibbs' mouth dropped and he pointed at them stuttering, "I-i-it's those h-ha-hackers!"
"Glad to see you pay attention to your texts and e-mails unlike the other fools who thought they were junk mail," Hard Drive snickered, "Now let's cut to the chase. Just give us your money and we'll leave you in peace."
"E-mails?" Dibbs stared at Trotsky, "They've been blackmailing you, sir?"
"Just keep quiet, Dibss," Trotsky mumbled and put on his best smile as he got to his feet, "Cash? That's all you're after? I-I'll give you all you want. Just don't hurt me. H-how much you want? Fifty percent? Sixty?"
Rai held up eight fingers, "Eighty percent."
"Eighty?!" Trotsky felt like he was going to have a stroke.
"Hey, we could be mean and tell you to give us all your money," Rai shrugged, "But we're in a good mood. Just give us the cash and we'll bolt." She snickered at the pun while her father just rolled his eyes.
Trotsky slowly got ahold of himself. He frowned and stood up, not shaking anymore. "N-no deal!" he blurted out suddenly, startling Rai, "You're not getting anything. I worked too hard to get to where I am and I'm not going to let two static mongrels harass me out of my hard-earned pay!"
"Yeah, you tell them Mr. Trotsky!" Dibbs cheered him on.
Hard Drive clapped, smiling amusingly, "Nice speech."
"You coulda left out the 'mongrels' part," Rai winced, "6.Namae no yobidashi ha fuyou desu."
Unknown to the four, Callie Briggs was quietly watching them from the window of the double doors. She carefully scooted away leaning close to wall to stay hidden and listen to the dulled conversation from the other side. She reached into her purse and pressing the button on her communicator.
Trotsky snarled, "Now get outta here before I have the Enforcers on your tails!"
Rai feigned fear, hiding behind Hard Drive. "Oh no," she gasped exaggeratedly, "He's gonna call the Enforcers on us, tou-san! 7.Nige ru!"
Hard Drive, however, was not moved, "He wouldn't if he was smart." Electricity fizzled around his jacket. Dibbs took cover behind Trotsky. Trotsky stood firm and yelled, "You can torture me with your shock treatments all you want, but I still won't hand my money over to you!"
Rai leaned against her father. The electricity spatting from his jacket didn't bother her. "8. Sou ganko na. The way he was shaking at first I thought this was gonna be easy." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the small, fish-shaped jump drive waving at it, "Guess we'll have to use this, tou-san."
Trotsky and Dibbs stared at it, slightly confused. "Use that? A toy fish?" Dibbs asked. "I know it looks ridiculous but listen, Trotsky," Hard Drive replied, "This 'fish toy' is actually a jump drive and on this jump drive is a certain file you didn't want to anyone to see."
"The video you recorded on 'your special day'." Rai's evil grin was identical to her father's.
Trotsky buckled falling to her knees, overcome with shame and fright. "How did you find that? There's no way!" He shook violently, "I kept that file in a secure folder. The firewall program said it was unbreakable."
"Hey, we're hackers." Rai nibbled on the USB plug, "Stuff like that is like a video game set on extra hard and we'll do anything to beat it. Oi!"
Hard Drive snatched the jump drive from Rai and held it up Trotsky to see. "We could leave, but then your wife might get an unknown e-mail titled 'Important e-mail: a video of your special day'. She might mistaken as your wedding video or something and once she opens it."
"N-NO!" He jumped back on his feet again with arms stretched out, "She doesn't need to see that! No one needs to see it!"
Hard Drive smiled and nodded, "Just give us ninety percent of your funds and we'll make it go away."
"Ninety?!" Trotsky gawked, "But you said eighty at first!"
"Consider the extra ten percent as hazard pay," Hard Drive shuddered, "For what you put us through after seeing that video."
Rai shuddered too, "Nasty nasty nasty! Poor rubber chicken."
"Vi-video? Rubber chicken?" Dibbs was thrown off again, "What is he-"
"Didn't I tell you to shut your trap?!" Trotsky roared frustratingly at his assistant. Dibbs backed away slowly, blinking rapidly. Trotsky stared at the floor. The secret part of his life was in the hands of two computer hackers and one wrong move or word and they would display it to his wife, who would then babble to the whole world about it and his reputation would be ruined.
He cowered under Hard Drive's shadow when he walked closer. When he lifted his eyes, Hard Drive's finger, surrounded with high voltage, pointed at his nose and the fur around his muzzle stood up. "We don't have all day," Hard Drive sneered, "You gonna tell us where you safe is? Or do I have to fry it out of you?"
A shattering noise and small glass shards raining in the middle of the room made everyone look up and saw two kats, the first one big and burly and the second one fit and slender, wearing blue and red flight suits falling in through the broken skylight and landed behind Hard Drive. "Not so fast, you techno crooks!"
"The SWAT Kats!" Dibbs yelled delightfully. Hard Drive dropped the jump drive and quickly grabbed Trotsky tightly around his neck with one arm and held his electrified hand next to the business kat's head. "Stay back, SWAT Kats! Or I'll fry this toy maker's brain to a crisp!" he threatened.
The SWAT Kats had their Glovatrixes drawn on Hard Drive. "And if you let 'im go, I might not beat you to a pulp!"
Wild electric bolts flew by the SWAT Kats from behind. Their reflexes kicked in and they rolled out of the way. "9.Watashi no tou-san kara hanare te taizai!" Rai shrieked firing her electrical powers from her finger tips. Unfortunately, she had her eyes closed and was throwing bolts everywhere. Dibbs hid underneath one of the machinery and yelped when his tail got singed by a stray lightning bolt, curling up in a ball. One flicked right past Hard Drive's cheek. "Watch where you're firin!" he shouted.
Rai opened one eyee and saw the SWAT Kats gone and Hard Drive hiding behind one of the production machines with Trotsky still in his grasp. "Eh?" She picked up the jump drive and dropped it in her coat pocket, "10.Karera hadokodesuka?"
To answer her question, someone from behind grabbed her in a bear hug. She squirmed wildly to get free. It got Hard Drive's attention and he started to fire a bolt at Razor until he saw something in the corner of his eye. He flinched back and T-Bone landed where he had previously stood. He forced Trotsky ahead of him through another door.
"Hey buddy, you got 'er?!" T-Bone asked Razor.
"Yeah!" The smaller SWAT Kat grunted trying to keep hold of the writhing juvenile kat, "Get Hard Drive! Quick!" T-Bone bolted through the door after Hard Drive and Trotsky.
"Kyaaa! 11.Iie!" Rai tried to rip away from Razor's hold, kicking her feet wildly, "12.Watshi no itte miyou!"
Razor held her up keeping her feet off the floor, "Not so tough without your old man around, are you?"
Rai snarled, looking away to make sure he didn't see her blushing, "13.Anataha kare ga modotte shutoku surutokini sumi ninarunoyodesu!"
"Not unless we clobber him first!" Razor replied.
Rai stopped squirming, blinking rapidly. "14.Anataha watashi wo rikai dekimasuka?"
"We installed translators so we can finally understand every word you say." Razor replied.
Rai secretly smiled, "I'm impressed. I guess there's no use in speaking in Nekonese anymore, but it changes nothing." She gave off a static charge strong enough to make Razor involuntarily flinch away from her. Rai ran but the SWAT Kat managed to grab her coat tail before he fell to the floor and tightly gripped on it. Rai stumbled back a little, quickly regained her balance, and slipped out of her jacket leaving it behind. She looked like a normal young citizen wearing a dark gray graphic tee-shirt and blue strap pants.
Razor discarded her jacket and chased after her across the room. Without her coat, he thought she was powerless like Hard Drive. Rai ran for one of the production machines instead of the doors. Jumping up, her feet clung onto the metal and she ran up to the top of it.
Razor skidded to a stop and gazed as Rai scaled the metal contraption, "What the?!"
Rai grinned childishly, "Electromagnetism. Gotta love it." She waved a finger at Razor below, "Just because I don't have my coat doesn't mean I'm powerless. Catch me if you can, SWAT Kat." She leaped to a high metal ceiling beam giggling. Razor aimed high and shot his grappling hook around one of the beams.
Down on the ground floor in the C.E.O.'s office, Trotsky was frantically twisting his safe dial half whimpering, half sobbing feeling heat and hearing electricity sizzling right next to his ear. "Hurry up, you fool, before he gets here!" Hard Drive demanded.
The safe door finally clicked opened after a few moments of fidgeting. The electrified villain shoved Trotsky out of the way grabbing a money bag and filling it up with more cash.
"You'll never get away with this!" Trotsky shouted, then yelped and jumped into a corner when something huge on the other side crashed into the locked door again and again, splintering the door bit by bit. Hard Drive used his power from his Surge coat to create a sparking electromagnetic field around Trotsky's metal desk, "Watch me."
T-Bone broke in the room, the dismembered door falling on top of Trotsky, with his Glovatrix drawn, "Firing mini Turbobla-" He found himself dropping to the floor before he could fire as the C.E.O.'s desk went flying over his head across the hall and crashing through the window into the meeting room.
He did get his chance when Hard Drive jumped over him. One whisked over Hard Drive's head, nicking a few hairs off from his mohawk, before lodging in the ceiling and the other three barely cut into his jacket sleeve and lodged into the wall.
He ran down the hall sneering. "You'll have to do better than that, SWAT Kat, but you should be worrying about your partner," his voice echoed down the hall, "Rai's probably fried him to a crisp by now!"
Back in the production room, Rai was trying to do everything but fry the second SWAT Kat. She walked along under the ceiling beam, hanging upside down, preventing Razor from catching her again as she fidgeted with her hacking controller. Her eyes were focused on the buttons and small screen yet she managed to turn away when Razor reached down to grab her again and again.
"C'mon you stupid thing! Work faster!" Rai rapidly pressed on the directional pad and buttons. Razor was trying to keep track of her while planning on creating magnetic climbing claws for the future. Rai giggled. "Aww, am I making this too hard for you? Maybe I should come to you."
Dibbs watched the SWAT Kat and juvenile villain running around overhead then directed his eyes down seeing Rai's coat on the floor and remembering she stuck the jump drive into the pocket. He shuffled from underneath the machine and dashed toward it only to do a panic dance as he dodged electrical bolts from above.
"Don't play hero down there!" Rai glared at Dibbs watching him shuffle back under the machine, "I'm watching you too."
They hovered over the packaging area when heard faint whines of sirens from outside. "There's no where to run, Rai," Razor said, "If we don't catch you, the Enforcers will."
Rai tugged down on her bottom eyelid sticking out her tongue. "Who says I'm running and who says I'm gonna get caught?" She grinned.
Razor glanced down when he heard loud humming and saw dozens of the RC planes flying out of the unsealed crates, like an organized air force squadron leaving the base, and filled the whole room within seconds. One zoomed by Razor's ear and the tiny propeller clipped his ear. He yelped and ducked down, nearly falling off the beam. He grabbed tightly to the edge to balance himself and glared at Rai.
"Oops," she smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of her head, "Meant to give you a heads up. Sorry."
Hard Drive ducked down to avoid the swooping, spiraling buzzing toy planes when he entered the room. "Rai! We're outta here!"
"Alright, tou-sa-LOOK OUT!" Rai pointed past her father. T-Bone had caught up and fired another round of mini Turboblades. Hard Drive held up the money bag. The first blade sliced into the bag and the second one ripped it open completely. Rolls of cash cluttered to the floor and Hard Drive tried to pocket as much of it as he could while dodging more Turboblades and then a BOLA missile while firing electrical attack at T-Bone from his fingertips.
"Looks like it's time to go." She smiled childishly, fluttering her fingers as she waved, "Bye-bye Razor. Hope to see you soon but not too soon."
Rai jumped from the metal beam and onto a passing crate being carried by a ceiling crane. Razor wasn't too far behind landing on the opposite side of crate. Instead of the crate carrying her over in her father's direction, it went the opposite way; toward the double door entrance. Both kats kept their distances and again, Rai stood with her arms up, claws extended, electricity spiraling around her, but she made no move to attack.
Razor wondered if persuasion could get through to her. "Listen Rai, you've got no where to run. Any minute now the Enforcers will come charging in and take Hard Drive down," he said solemnly, "Just make it easier on yourself and give up."
Rai frantically shook her head. "No way! You may have the upper hand on us right now but-eh?" Rai looked past Razor looking at the RC planes either slowly sputtering or instantly dropping to the floor. T-Bone and Hard Drive quickly took cover from the hailstorm of plastic planes, the toys breaking on impact and sending wires and other pieces flying.
Rai blinked rapidly, "Well that was odd. Either the battery life sucks or something else is wrong with it." She squeaked seeing a BOLA missile coming her way and rolled to the side, kneeling near the edge of the crate, "Oi oi oi! That's cheating!" She whined.
Enforcer Commandos burst through the door and drew their assault rifles aiming them at Hard Drive. "Give yourself up, Hard Drive!" Commander Feral shouted, "We've got you surrounded!" In aggravation and panic, the electrical crook flung a blind volt at the Enforcers while bolting the other way. Enforcers dodged the lightning bolt and it struck the console to the ceiling crane.
The crate came to a sudden halt over the squadron. Razor and Rai were jerked off balance and they grabbed onto the edge of the crate as it swung violently. The metal claw groaned loudly. The heavy weight from abrupt stop was giving it more than it could handle and started to lose grip. Razor and Rai quickly clambered up and grabbed onto the swinging cord just as the crate started to lose grip. The crate was swinging lopsided and the Enforcers quickly scattered to safety. Commander Feral, unfortunately, slipped and tripped on Rai's coat and fell among all the broken toy pieces. Lieutenant Felina Feral watched horrified as the crate wriggled lose over her uncle.
A bright powerful sparking beam from above suddenly hit the side of the crate causing it to tilt and Feral recoiled when it landed on its edge in front of his face. He got up quickly as the giant crate wobbled and ran out of its shadow as it fell, causing the ground shake and crushing the broken RC planes and the jump drive in Rai's coat into tinier pieces.
"What the heck caused that?" T-Bone asked searching the ceiling. He saw Razor and Rai hanging from the crane cord and Rai had her arm extended toward the ground, her arm weakly fizzling with electricity. "She...she saved Feral." T-Bone gasped.
"Are you alright, sir?" One Enforcer Commando worriedly asked his superior. Feral quickly dusted RC parts off his jacket, "I'm alright. Forget about me. Where's Hard Drive?" One look around and there was no sign of the jacket-clad electrical villain. T-Bone could see an occupied electrical outlet and hear it fizzling loudly. "Blast it!" Feral snarled clenching his fists tightly, "He got away!"
"Well he may have gotten away," Razor called from above, "But we got Rai up here." Rai glared at him, "Tattletale..."
"Find a way to get them down and have those cuffs ready," Feral commanded.
Rai slid down to the rope's end, holding on tightly, and swung her legs back and forth. "Sorry to disappoint you, Feral-sama, but I don't plan to get caught now. Or ever."
An officer found the crane controls and pulled on the lever and the cord started to lower Razor and Rai down. The extending rope gave her more length as she swung, aiming for the window. "No you don't!" The buzz-saw slid out of Razor's Glovatrix, the sharp, circular blade spinning rapidly, and he sawed through the rope below his feet. Rai managed to get over the Enforcer squad before the rope snapped and rolled across the floor and into the supervisor's dark unlocked office.
T-Bone kicked away wires and electronic chips as the Enforcers Commandos crowd. Razor jumped down landing in the cleared spot next to him. "You two stay out of this," Commander Feral said to the SWAT Kats, "We'll take it from here." The Enforcer commander advanced toward the door, setting his gun to stun, and pushed the door wider with one hand.
Blinding fizzling light suddenly blared out of the ajar door and window startling a few Commandos. It died down after a few seconds and the Commandos charged in the small room. The desktop computer screen blinked crazily and was covered sparking with electricity on the supervisor's desk. Someone flicked the light on and they searched around in the small room.
Feral waited outside but he cringed when one of his officers called out, "No sign of 'er, sir!"
Seeing the coast was clear, Dibbs crawled out from his hiding spot dusting himself off. He swept a clear path with his feet walking over to the SWAT Kats, "What happened to Mr. Trotsky?!"
"AUGH! I'm ruined!" Trotsky burst out from the other door. He looked as if he had been in a violent car wreck, "Those crooks took all my money!!! All of it!"
"Not quite." Razor tilted his head toward the money pile on the floor. Trotsky did a double take then laughed like a high-keyed mad kat as he ran over to collect his 'hard-earned' money. T-Bone mumbled, "Not even a 'thanks'?"
"SWAT Kats?" Callie walked from around the crate and up to them, kicking broken parts out of the way.
"Cal-uh...Miss Briggs, are you alright?" T-Bone offered his hand to help keep her steady.
"I'm fine, thanks," She looked around at the mess that covered the room floor, "What happened here?"
Too occupied with his money, Dibbs explained everything he saw to Commander Feral. "Those crooks just barged in like they owned the place," fumed Dibbs, "And they even pulled a bluff saying that had a secret video on a jump drive that they-."
"THE JUMP DRIVE!" Trotsky screamed startling the lot who were in the room, "WHERE IS IT?!"
T-Bone thumbed at the crate, "Flatter than a salmon patty." Trotsky sighed in relief flopping back on his money again. "This guy really loves his money..."
"But what was on the jump drive that had those two blackmail you?" Dibbs asked. Trotsky stuttered. "N-Nothing important!" He began shoving money into all of his pockets as quickly as he could, "Probably just schematics for new toys. I do have rival companies willing to do anything to know my next best selling toys, like pay two devious hackers into scaring me into giving them up for example."
Dibbs was trying to boil all of it down but it still didn't make sense to him, "New toy? You had recorded a video of the next toy?"
"Diiiiibbs." Trotsky growled through his teeth.
"He seemed more nervous over something more important other than toy schematics," Callie stared suspiciously at the C.E.O.
Before anymore questions could be raised, a frantic worker bursts in through the door. He slipped on the scattered toy pieces and fell to the floor on his seat. "Mr. Trotsky, sir! We have a problem! All the RC planes started dropping like flies outside! And...well, sir," he stammered, "The customers aren't happy."
Trotsky could hear a chorus of angry voices coming from outside the double doors.
"These stupid RC planes are defective!"
"We want our money back, you thieving scoundrel!"
"My son was begging for months about this toy! How am I going to explain this to him?!"
Trotsky switched from relief to panic again and with the Enforcers being here, he was in more trouble than when he was being blackmailed. Razor picked up and closely examined the RC mechanics, "Looks like an outdated capacitor and faulty wiring was the cause. Did you get a recall notice, Mr. Trotsky?"
"Re-Recall?" Trotsky was cornered. He ran desperately back to his office letting out crazy yell. When he jerked to turn around, the crumbled recall notice slide out of his pocket and bounced to Commander Feral's feet. After straightening it out and reading the paper thoroughly, Feral motioned to Felina and two Commandos, "Get Trotsky back here. We're not leaving until he returns all the money he owes to his customers."
"We'll just let ourselves out," Aiming for the broken skylight, the SWAT Kats shot their grappling hooks through the opening and waved to Callie before pulling themselves up to the ceiling.
"Another cruddy end to another cruddy day." Chance sulked to the desk chair and flopped back into it, "It's like since that kid appeared, Hard Drive is even more dangerous than he was before."
Jake steadied himself as he climbed down into the hanger. He was holding onto the bars with his left hand while he held two brown mail packages under his right arm. Jake replied, "Well, at least we see it's true that she's less violent than her dad. She'd rather grab the money and run than stay and fight. And she even saved Feral, which I still can't understand."
"Doesn't mean she's not dangerous. And what scares me the most is you tellin' me that she can use voltage power without a Surge Coat!" Chance said, "Hard Drive could turn her in an unstoppable killing machine."
Jake set the packages on the table next to the desk, "Or we could talk her into putting her dad in jail."
Chance jerked up in the chair. "Talk? You make it sound like it's going to be easy."
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed," he grinned, "The reason Rai freezes up and doesn't seems to want to hurt us is because she has a crush on the SWATKats."
Thinking about it, Chance saw it as a good thing but it was strange at the same time. Rai wasn't Turmoil but he didn't want another female villainess to lure him into another trap.
"Am I interrupting?" A young female voice called from Chance's headset, "Chance-san, are you there?"
Chance slipped the headphones over his ears, "I'm here. What's up, Kotaku?" He could hear her smiling on the other end.
"Did you see the news? Two hackers tried to cheat a toy company's top boss, but then two heroes called the SWAT Kats stopped them," She said with excitement, "Do you know anything about these SWAT Kats, Chance-san?"
Chance tried not to sound prideful, "Uhh, well, of course! They're a couple of kats who watch over the city and they like to help out when the Enforcers can't handle the weekly bad guys, but rather do things by the book, the SWAT Kats like to take care of the scumbags their way."
'Kotaku' admiringly gasped from the other end. "Waaaa! They sound so cool!" She exclaimed, "I wish I could've been there to see the action. I bet they're both real handsome."
"Looks like we got another big fan." Chance smirked. "Yeah, but don't get too happy and blow our cover," Jake whispered.
"Oh by the way, did you get my package yet?" She asked, "I remembered how much you liked jets and I saw these toys being sold today."
Chance and Jake looked at each other dreadfully, "Jets? Toys?" Chance ripped the brown paper off and, sure enough, there was one Blue Manx and one Red Lynx RC planes inside them.
Kotaku continued, "Just released today! Two jets modeled after the famous Blue Manx and Red Lynx dogfight in Megawar II , right? Aren't they awesome?"
Chance's pride turned into disappointment. "Yeah, great. I'm not sure if you seen all of the news, Kotaku, but after the whole hacker incident, they found out that all the new toy planes from Trotsky's company are-"
"Defective? Oh, I knew that way before the news said anything," Both kats gawked. "I have a habit of checking the inside of devices or toys before I turn them on. My uncle had some spare parts in his basement and I used them to replaced the motor and fixed the wiring. Check it out."
Chance took out his favorite, the Red Lynx, out of the box and set it on the table. The small propeller spun once he flicked the switch on. Both thumbs pushing the joysticks forward moved the plane across the table and it glided into the air. "Wow! It flies much faster than they said it would," Chance flew the toy plane higher circling it around the room, "Thanks Kotaku!"
She was smiling again, "You're welcome, Chance-san. Glad to make a friend happy." Then, in the background, he could hear clattering and clanking and muffled aggravated mumbling. "Uh-oh, Dad's back and he sounds upset again. I better go. Have a good night, Chance-san and Jake-san, and have fun." They heard a click from the earphones when she ended the call.
"Nice kid," Jake commented watching Chance fly his new toy, "Hope her father doesn't mind her talking to strangers over the Internet."
"Her dad sounds like a real jerk to me," Chance growled, "She says he's always on her case, on the job and at home."
"Some parents can be pushy to make their kids study and work harder. WHOA!" The smaller kat ducked when the RC plane zoomed over his head nearly clipping his ear again. "Watch it, Chance!" Jake growled.
Chance grinned playfully, "What are you gonna do about it?" He maneuvered the Red Lynx RC plane at him again. Jake jerked to the left as the plane zoomed by his right arm. "Oh that's it," he opened the Blue Manx box and started the toy plane, "Prepare to have your wings clipped!"
The bigger cat clicked and pulled on the joystick controllers turning the plane around to chase after Jake's, "I hope you can fly better than you can shoot, sureshot."
"Rrrr! Those BLASTED SWAT Kats!" Rai ducked another oncoming metal Sakana Kekki box. Luckily it stopped short and rolled underneath her mamasan. Hard Drive had calmed down hours after their attempted heist, but he blew his top when Ann Gora repeated tonight's top news of what happened at the toy company and was reminded of today's failure.
He paced around the room, growling and static fizzling around him. He would either kick up a stash of newspapers or boxes. He did stop pacing for awhile, still seething, then he grabbed and threw an arcade machine to the floor. "Always getting our way! Those meddlesome fools! We'd have more money to our bank if it wasn't for them," then he whirled around pointing at Rai, "And you! What did you do?! Stand there like a statue! You said you could take care of yourself! I was sure SWAT Kats wouldn't be a problem for you!"
Rai peeped from under the colorful throw blankets, speaking meekly, "Th-there's a reason why I didn't attack this time, t-t-ou-chan." She held up her hand summoning her electrical powers to spinning around her hand. It faded on and off and the light was so weak and dim that Hard Drive had to walk up close to see what she was talking about.
"Unlike you wearing your Surge Coat, tou-chan, I don't have auto-rechargeable battery cells that can regenerate my electrical powers," Rai explained, "My electrical powers are natural. If I use it too much, I run out of power. I used most of it up when I freaked out and attacked the SWAT Kats when they dropped in. To recharge, I can either absorb power from something that runs on electricity or take a two or three day break."
"So why not find a source to recharge from?" Hard Drive asked.
Rai shuddered, "Because recharging that way is painful to me. I get that numbing feeling that makes me fall to the floor. So that's why I chug caffeine and sugar and play online video games with this 'JetAce guy' all day."
He thought she was full of it but he was already irritated and felt a headache coming on. Hard Drive held his hands up, "Alright, alright. You win this time. No more excuses after this though." He glared out the corner of his glowing eyes at her as he headed to bed.
Rai sunk into the cushion underneath her blankets feeling relieved to dodge another bullet. Today had been a stressful one and she was realizing how tired she was. She continued watching the news listening to the rest of Ann Gora's report, "And while failing to catch the two hackers, the Enforcers were able to catch another thief in the act. C.E.O. Emory Trotsky is being charged for fraud, selling the new RC plane series with defective parts."
"Another one put away." Rai smiled happily.
"I tried to warn Mr. Trotsky but he was more focused on how their profit than their quality." Dibbs answered Ann's question during the camera interview after everything had calmed down, "The supervisor, Ms. Belinda Murroe, is in charge until Mr. Trotsky comes back. She looked a bit rattled after Mr. Trotsky was arrested and she really lost it when she went into her office and kept saying something was missing from her office. It's been a nerve-wracking day for everyone."
Rai giggled impishly as she retreated under her blankets. "She doesn't deserve you two," she said softly to two, three-inch SWAT Kats plushies. Their plush and felt color and stitching detail were done to a T that they realistically looked like smaller, cute versions of the real-life heroes.
She hid under the blankets in case her father walked by. She would have to find a hiding spot for them until her new duplicate coat she ordered reached her secret P.O. Box. She snugged them close protectively and sighed, "Why do the good guys have to be so cute?"
[SWATKats and all related characters are © Christian and Yvon Tremblay and Hanna-Barbara. "Rai" is © to me.]
1. "Sleepy sleepy sleepy..."
2. "Sakana Kekki" is a brand name treat from Nekon. Fish-shaped sponge caked filled with jelly or pudding flavors. They come in many flavors like milk, chocolate, strawberry, grape, orange, mango, green tea, plum, and the list goes on and on.
3. Combini Nekon slang for "convenience store"
4. "(I) did it!" -- commonly heard in Japanese dialog from English-speaking video games or anime.
5. "Don't worry. (Do not worry)"
6. "Name calling is unnecessary."
7. "Run away!"
8. "Stubborn."
9. "Stay away from my dad!"
10. "Where are they?"
11. -- one of many ways to say 'no' in Japanese
12. "Let go of me!"
13. "When my father comes back, he will fry you (like) coal!"
14. "You can understand me?"
Hard Drive and Rai blackmails a C.E.O., claiming they know about his little secret and demand a lot of money to keep their mouths shut about it. It's up to the SWAT Kats to save the day. And there's more to the story than a secret...
Funny note: I need to either buy Rosetta Stone or hire a translator (online translators aren't really that helpful). Before the phrase "Watshi no itte miyou!" (which means "Let go of me!"), I had put in the phrase to "Let me go!" (difference in wording) and in Japanese, it translated to "Take me!" XD For those of you who use translators, check, double check, and triple check and change your wordings if nothing's working out.
Funny note: I need to either buy Rosetta Stone or hire a translator (online translators aren't really that helpful). Before the phrase "Watshi no itte miyou!" (which means "Let go of me!"), I had put in the phrase to "Let me go!" (difference in wording) and in Japanese, it translated to "Take me!" XD For those of you who use translators, check, double check, and triple check and change your wordings if nothing's working out.


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text: Culture 30 July 2001 The age of ignorance Why bother with the classics today? Our lack of knowledge about ancient civilisation leaves us blind Sign up for our weekly email * "To read the Latin and Greek authors in their original is a sublime luxury," Thomas Jefferson wrote to Joseph Priestley in the winter of 1800. "I thank on my knees him who directed my early education for having in my possession this rich source of delight." Had Jefferson known it, he would have been dismayed to think that the dominance of classical studies was already fading as he wrote, and with it, not just intellectual luxury, but a significant factor in the western world's cultural unity. No one seriously believes that it would now be a good thing to return to a classics-based education, and the "Latin wars" of a generation ago seem well over. But, in fact, the absence of classical studies from contemporary education is a bad thing, and it is time to argue that they should be restored to a more salient place in the curriculum. The reasons are many and good. The first is a very familiar one. In the "Latin wars", the defenders of classics routinely argued that the study of classical languages is a fine intellectual discipline, which simultaneously gives students a grasp of grammar, of style and of the roots of their own language. They were right, and a comparison of the prose of writers educated in England before and after the 1960s is a remarkable testimony to that fact. This has nothing to do with language purism - for languages constantly change, and colloquial idioms thrive and become orthodox - but it has everything to do with a respect for logic, clarity, nuance and the possession of instincts about meanings. The second reason is more general. Western culture is so deeply imbued with its classical origins that a proper appreciation of it is impossible without some knowledge of these origins. Consider a visitor to the National Gallery in London, the walls of which crawl with allusion to ancient history and mythology, not simply as direct representations of these, but as psychological studies, as conveyors of symbolic meaning, and as a commentary on the human condition. To be ignorant of this wealth of legend and event, and to be unable to see what it means and intends, is therefore to be blind. One does not have to wrestle with gerunds and aorists to recognise Aphrodite in a painting, but to have read some of the source material, in the original tongues, for these depictions is to render one's grasp of them absolute and natural, because it becomes part of one's constitution. There is practically no area of thought, whether in art, history, philosophy, science, politics or literature, which does not owe a great deal to ancient Greece and Rome. Without a grounding in classical culture, engagement in these fields is like doing arithmetic without knowing how to count. Moreover, as almost all the later intellectual history of the west is itself woven out of the classical legacy, a proper understanding of the thought and writing of every age before our own requires that knowledge, too. To read Spenser, Milton, Dr Johnson or Matthew Arnold without knowing what they took for granted in the way of classical knowledge is simply not to understand them fully. This point leads to the third - the resource offered by the classics is immense, and perhaps indispensable. Their literature and philosophy shapes our mentality in a million ways - not always to our benefit: which is a good reason to be alert to its influence. Think, for example, of the assumptions underlying the concept of "aristocracy", which means "rule by the best". Think of the crushing weight of class divisions, social injustice, lost opportunities and wasted lives which, century after century, resulted from the arrogation of aristocratic privileges by a few at the expense of the many, especially when they were claimed as a hereditary right. In Aristotle's view, aristocracy meant something closer to what we now describe as meritocracy. Indeed, every form of social arrangement was canvassed and debated by the ancients, who gave them their modern names as well as content. Thinking about them now in ignorance of what lies behind them is like reinventing the wheel as a triangle. In a yet more general way, classical culture at its best offers lessons and models of peculiarly high value. As with every age and society, there is moral dross and vileness in both the Greek and the Roman worlds, too - slavery, the oppressed status of women, lavish cruelty (especially in Rome) and decadence. But the sensibility of classical Athens and republican Rome at their best is the finest there has ever been. In Greece, the appreciation of beauty, the respect paid to reason and the life of reason, the freedom of thought and feeling, the absence of mysticism and false sentimentality, the humanism, pluralism and sanity of outlook that are so distinctive of the cultivated classical mind, are models for people who see, with Aristotle, that the aim of life is to live nobly and richly in spirit. In Rome, in its republican period, something a little more Spartan than Athenian was admired, its virtues ("vir" is Latin for "man") being the supposedly manly ones of courage, endurance, honesty, loyalty and resolve. There is a contrast here between civic and warrior values, but it is obvious enough that, whereas one would wish the former to prevail, there are times when the latter are required: for a society in wartime; for an individual at moments of crisis, grief and struggle. It is no good merely being told these things. To discover them for oneself, in reading the great works of classical literature, is an exhilarating and moving experience that renders one's grasp of them genuine. One can leave aside the fact that ancient Greek is a language of such breathtaking beauty and suppleness, and such expressive power, that to read it is a kind of sensual pleasure; and point only to the indelible impression its literature leaves. One can ignore the majesty and logic of Latin, and point only to the striking contemporary relevance of Cicero's arguments, or to the deeply personal effect that Seneca and Horace can have. To appreciate these things requires entering the medium of the ancient languages themselves. It is an unlucky chance that so few now do so. It is time to bring them back, and place them close to the centre of liberal education. I spent much of my childhood in ancient Rome, with Livy next to Dickens on my bedroom bookshelves, and Virgil next to Buchan. This was a matter of luck, because it happened at the cusp of when our culture began to lose its roots. For my contemporaries and elders, it is hard to know what it is like to have a perspective on the world that does not include Mucius Scaevola and Horatius, Nisus and Euryalus, Proteus changing form on the beach with his companion sea-creatures scattered about him - and with Ovid's metamorphoses and delicious loves to boot. ("How apt was her breast for caressing!" I still hear him sigh, in reporting a dalliance; "may the gods bring me many such afternoons as this.") I feel as grateful as Thomas Jefferson about having had this opportunity, and wish that everyone else had it, too. If it could be recovered to a sensible degree, it could scarcely fail to help enlarge and civilise the public mind, not as a recreation for the few, but once again as part of the shared culture of all. A C Grayling's The Meaning of Things: applying philosophy to life is published next month by Weidenfeld & Nicolson (£12.99) Subscribe from just £1 per issue This article first appeared in the 30 July 2001 issue of the New Statesman, So what tribe do you belong to? More


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Ordonho Alvares[1] (born ca.1230 — died 1285) was a Spanish Cardinal[2] of the Papal Curia[3].
He was secular abbot of Husillos in 1274[4] and later becamearchbishop of Braga (1275-1278)[5]. As Cardinal he was bishop of Frascati and Dean of the Sacred College of Cardinals.
- Margarita Torres Sevilla and Peter A. Linehan, A misattributed tomb and its implications: cardinal Ordoño Álvarez and his friends and relations, Rivista di Storia della Chiesa in Italia, Anno LVII nº-1 (2003), pp. 53-63.
- ↑ Alvarez, Ordonio Alurz, Ordoño Álvares, Ordonius, Ordhon, Oddon, Ordeone, Ordeano.
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After using Latisse for about 5 months my eyelashes are so much longer than before. If I was to continue using Latisse (once daily), will my eyelashes continue to grow longer and longer? Or will they eventually reach their maximum length?
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Latisse for Eyelash Growth
Now that you have achieved the length of eyelashes that you desire using Latisse, you should begin a "maintenance" dose of two to three applications per week to keep the length you like. There is no reason to continue the trouble (and expense) of using it every day.
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Your lashes will continue to grow as you use the product- and fall out in their normal hair cycle time. Use it 2-3 times a week after you get to the length that you like.
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Some patients like yourself get such good response that the lash length becomes a problem. Some complaint that the lashes smear the back of sunglasses or reading glasses. I suspect that if you keep going, they will grow to some maximum length. Once you are happy with the length, back off to 2-3 times a week.
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2 years ago i got attacked in a robbery.i had a broken nose,nasal,facial and eye socket fractures,swelling on my brain,resulting in bad but improving memory at present.my problem is,two years after there is still swelling on my left cheeckbone, which extends down to the tip of my ear and a bit on the left-side of my nose, but still on the upper jaw. i also notice the muscle on the left-side of my head is very inactive.Will the swelling go down? Will the muscles regain their strength?
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At two years, it is unlikely your appearance will improve much more.
Your most pressing issue is probably your mild brain injury. This can cause chronic depression, personality changes, and make it very difficult to hold a job. Depending on where you live and your financial resources, I would recommend trying to figure out how serious your brain injury is and if you might benefit from brain injury rehab where therapists work with you to help maximize your abilities. Treatment for chronic depression if present can also be very helpful. Once your brain is working its best, then you can look into the best options for your appearance.
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Dooner Daniel, director
Daniel Dooner, revival director, was born in Canada. He studied English and drama at the universities of Toronto and London. He is a Staff Director at the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, and has worked extensively all over Europe. He has directed major revivals at Covent Garden including Rigoletto, La traviata, Simon Boccanegra, Un ballo in maschera (Verdi), Cosi fan tutte (Mozart), Don Pasquale, L'elisir d'amore (Donizetti) and others. He revived Lohengrin (Wagner) in La Scala, Owen Wingrave (Britten), Kát'a Kabanová, The Makropolus Case, Jenůfa (Janacek) and Tristan und Isolde (Wagner) in Glyndebourne, Parsifal (Wagner) at ENO and many others. In July 2011 he co-directed Nikolaus Lehnhoff's production of Elektra (R. Strauss) at the Salzburg Festival. This is his first work for the Israeli Opera.


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Tim Duncan, Spurs keep themselves in the conversation
The postseason buzz has been about the burden of LeBron James, the blossoming of Kevin Durant and the load carried by Kobe Bryant.
The San Antonio Spurs have quietly won 18 consecutive games and blown through the playoffs without a scratch. The team hardly anyone talks about looks perfectly capable of putting a championship trophy in its display case — next to, of course, the other four.
The Spurs are back with their usual no-muss, no-fuss, no-nonsense ways, amid all the playoff noise that is largely not their own.
STORY: Spurs sweep Clippers
PHOTOS: Tim Duncan through the years
It never is. Not when they won four titles in nine years. Not now, when the decorated cast supposedly out of fuel in 2011 —Tim Duncan, Tony Parker, Manu Ginobili, coach Gregg Popovich— is back for another deep run.
Eight playoff wins, six by double figures. In none did they seem to lose sight of the business at hand.
"It doesn't seem like the pressure gets to us and we start making mistakes," Duncan told news reporters after sweeping the Los Angeles Clippers.
Their last loss was April 11. The 8-0 playoff start is the first in the NBA since the Cleveland Cavaliers in 2009. But they would not be the Spurs if any of that fazed them in the least.
"It doesn't exist for us," Popovich said. "We don't talk about it."
Said Duncan, "We haven't done anything yet."
Eighteen wins in a row? "Who cares?" said Ginobili, understanding they are halfway up the mountain, with the hard trek to come.
"I can tell you with any championship, we've never gone into a playoff thinking, 'This is our year. Yep, we've got the team that can get it done,' " Popovich said. "We've never felt like that. We just go with what we call 'appropriate fear.' "
Postseason promise
San Antonio's biggest star is not a one-name icon. Not LeBron or Kobe or D-Wade. People just call him Tim Duncan. He is 36, and when he appeared in his first playoff game as a Spur, Kevin Durant was all of 9.
But Duncan has been winning titles since 1999.
"I don't really remember much of that," he said. "I think that's a knock on myself, that's so long ago."
The Spurs were gone in the first round last spring, a 61-win season ruined when they were unceremoniously pounded inside by the Memphis Grizzlies.
Had the decline finally come?
Not just yet.
The Spurs reinvented themselves with an infusion of talent who merged with those they were joining. What fool would come to the Spurs, look at all the banners and make waves?
So rookie Kawhi Leonard and young Danny Green fit in swell. Tiago Splitter has been a useful import from Europe. Veterans Stephen Jackson and Boris Diaw were added in March. The Big Three (Duncan, Parker and Ginobili) were healthy, and had help.
Popovich was named coach of the year, and the postseason beckoned with promise.
Meanwhile, the nation looked in other NBA corners. But to see the business end of the Spurs is to appreciate them, even as they squeeze a team's last hopes with the compassion of a boa.
"Nobody really watches the Spurs, man," the Clippers' Nick Young said. "But sitting there on the court, getting a chance to really watch, I understand why Tim Duncan is one of the best power forwards to play this game and how good Ginobili and Parker really are. I got a chance to see it firsthand."
This is Jackson's second tour with the Spurs; he was there for the 2003 title. He sees déjà vu.
"Nobody is worried about their personal game, and everybody wants to just win," Jackson said. "So it is still the same around here."
Memphis' Zach Randolph sees a different team than the group he and the Grizzlies tormented in the 2011 playoffs.
"They're so good. They're way better than they were last year," Randolph said. "You have to play 48 minutes and match their intensity. You can't have a lot of mistakes against them, especially on the defensive end.
"Duncan is looking as good as he ever has. It's a combination of things. The way they shoot the ball, the way they play defense. Everybody always seems to be in the right position."
Those late-season additions are paying off. The Spurs are 30-3 since Jackson's arrival, 28-2 since Diaw was added. Eleven players have led the team in scoring.
"If you want to turn your back on someone," Duncan said, "we can make you pay for it."
Planning for the future
Popovich, keeping his eyes on the prize, was willing to endure a 40-point thrashing at the Portland Trail Blazers on Feb. 21 and see an 11-game winning streak end April 9 vs. the Utah Jazz to rest his veterans during grueling stretches of the NBA's fast-forward, lockout-shortened regular season.
He saw players whose aging legs might be giving a little on defense, and he understood the offense needed a push.
"Tim is slowing down, so (Popovich) said, 'Hey, we've got to get out and run and score points,' " said NBATV analyst Steve Smith, who played with the Spurs' 2003 champions.
"That organization looks past today and they plan for the future, whether it's the future of the regular season, as Pop did managing their minutes … or it's the big picture down the line. They know what player they're going to plug in and what player they're going to keep or not keep from Day One."
So the beat goes on. The team that contended so admirably — and quietly — at the end of the last century is doing it the same way in the age of Twitter.
Popovich's 116 postseason wins stand behind only Phil Jackson and Pat Riley. He and Duncan have been together for 184 playoff games, passing Jackson and Bryant for the most all time.
The big three have played 130 postseason games together. Next on the active list are the Boston Celtics' Ray Allen, Paul Pierce and Rajon Rondo with 81.
"I don't know if there is any secret to it," Duncan said. "Just putting in the work."
Few teams in sport have held power as long. None has come in any plainer brown wrapper. They are the New England Patriots, without Spygate and the omnipresent profiles of quarterback Tom Brady and coach Bill Belichick. The Yankees, without New York's glitter. The Los Angeles Lakers, without the drama.
"A new story starts," Ginobili said of the Western Conference finals, where San Antonio will face the Oklahoma City Thunder, whose approach has been built in the Spurs' image. Oklahoma City general manager Sam Presti spent his NBA formative years in front office roles with the Spurs, and what flatters better than imitation?
But the Spurs remain in one way the same old story — so easy to miss on the talk shows, so hard to beat on the court, letting others make the headlines, while they relentlessly make their way toward June.
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UEFA Women's EURO 2017: statistics on the participating countries
In 2015, there were approximately 9.2 million women aged 15 to 34 living in Germany – the perfect age for playing football professionally. Eleven of these 9.2 million women will be on the pitch as of the 16th July, when the UEFAWomen's EURO 2017 begin in the Netherlands.
The Russian Federation statistically has the best chance of picking a winning team. According to United Nations data 19.6 million women aged 15 to 34 lived there in 2015, more than in any of the other 16 finalist countries. However, to date they have yet to win the competition. Of the 11 championships held since 1984 the German team won 8, Norway won 2 and Sweden's female team won 1.
We have compiled some interesting data on the 16 participating countries. You can also directly compare two competing nations with one another head-to-head in terms of football and sport, population, economy, employment and communication.
Bus crash: four bus passengers died in traffic accidents in 2016
On the A9 near Münchberg, the worst bus accident of recent years happened on 3 July . In general, however, buses are considered a safe means of transport.
All in all, 3,206 people, four of whom were bus passengers, died on German roads in 2016. In other words, only 0.1% of all people who were killed in traffic accidents were bus passengers. According to provisional results, 387 people were seriously and 5,140 slightly injured in bus crashes in 2016. They accounted for 1.7% of all people injured in road traffic accidents.
A comparison of all means of transport and their relevant transport performance shows that passenger cars are especially dangerous. The risk of dying in a car accident is nearly ten times as high as the risk of being killed in a bus crash. Taking a transport performance of one billion passenger-kilometres as a basis, the number of deaths that occurred in passenger cars on an annual average between 2010 and 2014 amounted to 1.95. Regarding buses, the relevant figure was 0.2.
Holidays in the EU: Denmark is a very expensive destination, Bulgaria the least costly
In some Länder, the summer holidays have already started. Last year Bulgaria was the least expensive destination for holiday-makers in the EU. According to provisional data, the price level of overnight stays in hotels and eating out in restaurants in Bulgaria was 59% below that of Germany in 2016.
Prices were equally low in Romania (-52%). Holiday-makers who travelled to popular tourist destinations such as Croatia or Portugal also spent less money compared with holidays in Germany: they paid 34% and 31% less, respectively, for eating out in restaurants and staying overnight in hotels than in the Federal Republic in 2016.
In many EU countries, however, hotels and restaurants charge higher prices than in Germany: in 2016 this applied for instance to France (+7%) and Ireland (+10%). Tourists in northern Europe had to dig deepest into their pockets. In Denmark, for example, the price level in restaurants and hotels exceeded that of Germany by 38%, in Sweden it was 32% higher. The most expensive countries in Europe for holiday-makers were Switzerland (+53%) and Iceland (+49%).


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Today's Game
Liberty (8-7, 3-1 Big South) will wrap up its South Carolina "Beach Trip" Monday at 7 p.m., when the Lady Flames match up with Charleston Southern (11-5, 4-1 Big South) for the 50th time. The winner of Monday's game will claim sole possession of second place in the Big South Conference standings.
The "Starting Five" - Today's Top Storylines
1) Monday's contest is a key early-season matchup in the Big South Conference, with Charleston Southern ranking second in the conference standings at 4-1 and Liberty close behind in third place at 3-1. The winner of Monday's game at Buccaneer Fieldhouse will take over sole possession of second place in the conference standings, one game behind High Point in the loss column.
2) Liberty and Charleston Southern will be meeting for the 50th time, with the Lady Flames owning a 43-6 advantage in the all-time head-to-head series. Liberty has only played Radford and Coastal Carolina more often in program history. The Lady Flames had won 28 straight contests against the Buccaneers before CSU posted a 54-51 home win over Liberty on Feb. 28, 2011.
3) Monday's game will present an interesting matchup between Charleston Southern's offense, which ranks No. 1 in the Big South at 74.7 ppg, and Liberty's defense, which sits No. 2 in the conference with 57.5 ppg allowed.
4) Similarly, CSU's three-point shooting proficiency will go head-to-head against the Lady Flames' stingy three-point defense. The Lady Buccaneers rank No. 3 in the nation with 9.3 three-pointers made per game. Meanwhile, Liberty is ranked No. 2 in the Big South, allowing opponents to shoot only 27.8 percent from beyond the three-point arc.
5) Avery Warley has fared well against Charleston Southern the last two seasons, recording three double-doubles and averaging 16.0 ppg and 15.8 rpg. The last time she faced the Buccaneers, on Feb. 28, 2011, Warley grabbed a career-high 21 rebounds.
Liberty vs. Charleston Southern At a Glance
Series History
Series Record: Liberty leads, 43-6.
Current Streak: Charleston Southern won the last meeting.
Liberty's Last Victory: Liberty 63, Charleston Southern 46 (Jan. 22, 2011 at Liberty)
Series Record at Charleston Southern: Liberty leads, 18-4.
Current Streak at Charleston Southern: Charleston Southern won the last meeting.
Liberty's Last Victory at CSU: Liberty 65, Charleston Southern 52 (Jan. 23, 2010)
Last Meeting: Charleston Southern 54, Liberty 51 (Feb. 28, 2011 at Charleston So.)
Last Meeting at Charleston Southern: Same
Coaching Matchup
Liberty Head Coach: Carey Green
Overall Record (Seasons): 294-101 (13th Season)
Record at Liberty (Seasons): Same
Record vs. Charleston Southern: 26-1
Charleston Southern Head Coach: Julie Goodenough
Overall Record (Seasons): 282-210 (18th Season)
Record at Charleston Southern (Seasons): 72-95 (Sixth Season)
Record vs. Liberty: 1-10
Notes and Anecdotes
-- Monday's game will be the 50th all-time meeting between Liberty and Charleston Southern. The Lady Flames have only played two opponents (Radford - 56 meetings and Coastal Carolina - 54 meetings) more often in program history.
-- Liberty had won 28 straight games against Charleston Southern before the Buccaneers posted a 54-51 victory over the Lady Flames inside Buccaneer Fieldhouse on Feb. 28, 2011.
-- Charleston Southern owns the top scoring offense in the Big South Conference at 74.7 ppg, while the Lady Flames rank second in the conference in scoring defense at 57.5 ppg.
-- CSU ranks No. 3 nationally with 9.3 made three-pointers per game. Meanwhile, Liberty boasts the No. 2 three-point field goal percentage defense (.278) in the Big South.
-- Monday's contest will feature three of the top five scorers in the Big South Conference. Liberty's Devon Brown ranks second with 17.5 ppg, while CSU's Lakeitha Alston is fourth with 16.3 ppg and CSU's Rachelle Coward is fifth with 16.0 ppg.
-- Avery Warley has notched double-doubles in three of her last four matchups against Charleston Southern, averaging 16.0 ppg and 15.8 rpg during that time. She grabbed a career-high 21 rebounds at CSU during her last contest against the Buccaneers, on Feb. 28, 2011.
Offensive Explosion
-- Liberty scored 90 points during its win over Campbell on Jan. 9, reaching the 90-point plateau for just the fourth time ever in a Big South Conference matchup and the first time since a 94-66 victory at UNC Asheville on Feb. 27, 2010.
-- The Lady Flames followed that performance up with an 82-point outing Saturday at Coastal Carolina. This is the first time since Carey Green's first season as head coach (1999-2000) that Liberty has scored 80 or more points in back-to-back Big South games.
-- That year, the Lady Flames notched an 83-49 win over UNC Asheville on Feb. 12, 2000. Five days later, Liberty beat Winthrop by an 82-42 count.
-- Liberty has now scored 80 or more points five times this season. That is the Lady Flames' most 80-point contests in a year since the 2007-08 squad had six 80-point outings.
Feasting on Free Throws
-- Devon Brown went 9-for-9 from the free throw line during Saturday's game at Coastal Carolina, setting a new career high for free throws made in a single game.
-- Brown has now made 16 consecutive foul shots during her last three games, putting her within striking distance of the school record.
-- Jennifer Fairfax hit a program-record 22 straight free throws over a span of 16 games in 1991.
-- Megan Frazee was the last Lady Flame to make at least 20 consecutive foul shots, hitting 21 in a row in 2008.
Road Warriors
-- Liberty has played well in road Big South Conference matchups in recent years, going 78-10 under head coach Carey Green. The Lady Flames have never lost more than two road conference games in a season since Green took over as head coach prior to the 1999-2000 campaign.
-- The Lady Flames, who went 7-1 in Big South road tilts last season, are 2-0 in conference road games in 2011-12.


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Asked for a date by 'The Buried Life' star Duncan Penn, the country singer admitted that she had no idea it was televised.
Taylor Swift was completely blindsided by a TV prank which saw her asked out on a date - insisting she had "no idea" the encounter was filmed. The country star made a surprise appearance on "The Buried Life" this month, a series which follows a group of boys as they attempt to complete a list of '100 things to do before you die'.
One of the challenges was 'Ask Out the Girl of Your Dreams' so castmember Duncan Penn gatecrashed this year's Country Music Awards and approached Swift to ask her out on a date. Swift accepted the offer, but now admits she had no idea the conversation was going to be broadcast on TV.
She tells MTV.com, "I had absolutely no idea that that stuff was filmed, so there was this realization when I got an email from my manager. And he was like, 'Hey, can you approve this? It's this episode of episode of The Buried Life,' and I was like, 'They had a camera on that?'"
But the singer refuses to reveal whether she followed through on her promise to go out with the TV star. She adds, "I'm not gonna tell you what happened after that."


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Austin Brown's favorite movie is "Friday Night Lights."
It will be even more special on Fridays this fall at Hoover High when Brown and his Cardinals teammates take the field.
All challenges by the neighborhood have been resolved, allowing Hoover to light up the night again for home games.
"It had always been a dream of mine to play under the lights," said Brown, a senior lineman. "You really look forward to it."
After more than 35 years without lights, Hoover finally had them installed again during a renovation project completed in 2012. An injunction last year — issued in midseason, right before the school's Homecoming game against Morse — forced the lights to be switched off again until an Environmental Impact Report was completed.
"It was devastating to have it taken away," said Brown.
The lights go back on again August 29 when Hoover opens the season at home against Brawley.
"It really means everything," said Hoover coach Jerry Ralph, "because the parents here can't get off work if it's a day game. So you can't watch your son play or your daughter cheer or the band play.
"Having the lights back is great for the high school experience. For the students. For the new administration. We're trying to build a really positive environment.
"We deserve it."
The San Diego Unified School District switched night games to afternoons at some inner-city schools in the 1970s because of gang problems.
At some point thereafter, the lights at Hoover were removed, so there were no lights to play under when the situation in the community improved years later.
Funding for new lights was provided through a bond measure in 2008, and challenges from the Talmadge neighborhood began almost immediately thereafter.
Opponents claimed bond funds were being misused. They threw in concerns about increased night activity, including potential parking, noise and trash issues.
Mainly it was NIMBYism among some in the neighborhood who had forgotten that Hoover — which opened in 1930 — has been around longer than all of them. Some have forgotten what the school — and the kids inside it — means to the community.
Brown, who recently attended an NFL Leadership program with the Wharton School of Business, is among those charting a bright future.
Ralph brought Brown and teammate Jaquille Bradford to speak at a school board meeting in February when the EIR was approved.
"They both broke down in front of the school board and the whole crowd and the anti-lights people about what it means to play at night," said Ralph.
"I just tried to explain to them our perspective," said Brown, "going into our senior year and how important it is to play under the lights because it's just a whole different experience.
"Getting to play in front of your friends and your family is just a great opportunity."
In the movies, the neighborhood curmudgeon finally comes around toward the end when he realizes a greater good is involved.
Hoover players go into the community on Saturdays for service projects, helping keep the neighborhood clean while bonding with the residents.
That's something worth shining a light on.


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Is MKE a good "airport to get stuck in?"
Unexpected airport layovers suck. But, increasingly, airports are doing the little things to better cater to travelers. They're adding restaurant and coffee choices, better retail, massages, wifi and other amenities.
Yet, as I said, getting stuck at airports isn't fun. And with holiday travel right upon us, it's probably inevitable. But, should you want to make your next airport layover fun, it may be interesting to know that Milwaukee's Mitchell International Airport is No. 4 on MissTravel.com's new list of "Best Airports To Get Stuck In."
My guess? Beer and brats had something to do with it. MKE, though, is a very clean and friendly stop and if you had to hang there it's pretty good as medium-sized airports go.
The rest of the list based on the poll of 5,000 U.S. travelers?
- Dallas/Ft Worth International Airport
- Pittsburgh International Airport
- Austin-Bergstrom International Airport
- General Mitchell International Airport
- Chicago O'Hare International
- Orlando International Airport
- Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport/Wold-Chamberlain Airport
- Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport
- Miami International Airport
- Nashville International Airport
hifilofi | Nov. 9, 2012 at 2:42 p.m. (report)
Did you see what this "misstravel.com" is? A dating site (for men seeking women only it seems) to hook up lonely business travellers with women seeking free airfare and hotels. Should we assume that MKE a good airport to get stuck in via that website's clientele? Are there lonely people roaming Concourse D looking for a little lovin? Things to think about the next time you're "recombobulating" barefoot at the airport.
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High_Life_Man | Nov. 7, 2012 at 1:34 p.m. (report)
I would HATE to get stuck in Milwaukee. Options for food are fairly limited - even if you have to leave the secure area. I was stuck in Dallas last week. In the terminal in which I was waiting, there were about 20 different places to eat and lots of shops. It still sucked.
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Corsair Touring Conversion-Looks good, fits great.
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MORGANTOWN, W.Va. – Daquan Hargrett reminded everyone watching Saturday's scrimmage not to forget about him when assembling names for the depth chart this fall.
Hargrett carried 10 times for 60 yards, including a nifty 37-yard run when he cut back against the grain and took the ball down to the five-yard line. Hargrett also showed surprising power running the ball during goal line drills. His work today caught the attention of Coach Bill Stewart.
"Daquan puts that foot on the ground and he goes north. He was nicked-up earlier with a high ankle sprain, but he never said a word," Stewart said. "He just goes about his business. He looked like he had some good runs today."
Hargrett got all of his work with the twos. No. 1 running back Noel Devine also had a productive afternoon during the 59-play scrimmage, ripping off runs of 29 and 58 yards to lead all ball carriers with 97 yards on just eight carries.
Devine's 58-yard TD run was a slick play designed by Mullen where he motioned all of the receivers to the strong side of the field and then ran a backside trap with Devine, who was able to get by linebacker Anthony Leonard and safety Terence Garvin down the far sideline.
The other offensive touchdown came on a 1-yard plunge by Ryan Clarke that was set up by Hargrett's long run. Corey Smith added a 26-yard field goal.
Stewart said regular place kicker Tyler Bitancurt is closer to being ready to go after recovering from off-season ankle surgery.
"Bitancurt is getting better every day," the coach said. "He's kicking pain free, but we don't want him to kick just yet in a team situation. Tyler Bitancurt is our kicker until he is beaten out, and that has not happened."
Coley White again took all 59 snaps under center with both units, finishing the afternoon completing 14 of 17 passes for 105 yards. White was 8 of 10 for 59 yards with the No. 1 offense, with a long pass of 14 yards to Stedman Bailey.
White also connected with Eddie Davis for a pretty 20-yard square-in with the twos.
"You can't keep calling the same play over and over in the scrimmage," Stewart said. "We try to get the ball to other people. We could come in and throw to Jock (Sanders) all day, but we know we can do that. We tried to run the reverse with Eddie Davis to see what he can do. We're trying to spread the wealth and find more players."
Geno Smith again took all of the reps during the pass skeleton portion of practice, moving the team down the field for one score when he hit running back Shawne Alston out in the flat for a 5-yard touchdown. Smith finished 20 of 30 passing during the skeleton portion of practice with a pair of pretty throws to Tavon Austin on deep outs.
Defensively, Casey Vance scooped up a fumbled exchange from White and backup center John Bassler, defensive end Will Clarke made a nice play diagnosing a reverse to Eddie Davis and throwing him for a six-yard loss, J.B. Lageman batted down a White pass out in the flat, and Chris Neild made a tremendous play on White when he blew up the center exchange from Joe Madsen.
The play of the afternoon actually took place before the scrimmage when Brandon Hogan nailed backup receiver Andrew Goldblaugh during victory drills, getting everyone in the stadium excited.
"That set the tone for the rest of the day," said Neild.
The Mountaineers will resume work on Tuesday and will also practice Wednesday before wrapping up the spring next Friday night with the annual Gold-Blue scrimmage.
Scrimmage Notes:
There were also a handful of prospects at today's workout and once again before the start of scrimmage highlights were displayed on the video board.
With Starks and Woods being limited for most of the spring, that has provided an opportunity for Stedman Bailey to get more reps at wide receiver and he is responding. Bailey and Smith worked together in high school and you can see the carry over on the field. The two work well together.
"Hopefully I can prove to them that I can get better at my game and punch it in," Hargrett said. "If we need a third and one they don't have to bring Ryan Clarke and Shawne Alston in there. I can be that back to get that third and one. I just have to better my game – get stronger, more powerful and get healthier."
Ryan Clarke is still by far the team's best short yardage back. He almost always pushes the pile forward at the point of contact.
Scrimmage Statistics
Rushing: Devine 8-97, Hargrett 10-60, Lindamood 2-23, Clarke 4-8, White 17-4, Davis 1-minus 6.
Passing: White 14-17-0-105-0.
Receiving: Davis 2-25, Sanders 2-16, Austin 2-15, Snook 2-12, Devine 2-10, Bailey 1-14, Rembert 1-7, Urban 1-4, Lindamood 1-2.


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Pushing the design to the borders of legibility, Origin answers the problem of fitting information in extremely narrow spaces.
Origin is a reglementary typeface commissioned by the retail distribution group Carrefour. By law, it is compulsory in France to set groceries' geographical origin in the same point size as the price. Origin adresses this need in allowing the "specials" to be still typeset in a "special" point size. Instead of using an artificially compressed typeface, Origin makes drawn shapes tighter than ever.
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