-----

	It was a prison without bars, a jail without a lock or a key. It
was far worse, far more insidious. Cologne, Matriarch of the Chinese
Amazons, had an alien in her mind. Sometimes one, sometimes two, but the
Presence was always there. Always. There was nothing to see, nothing to
feel, nothing to know. Only that she was not alone, even in her
thoughts.

	Instead, she tried to be as nothing.

	It was a fairly straightforward mental exercise, really, to
think of nothing. To be as nothing. Yet, never for so long, or under
such conditions. The Presences prodded at her mind, questioning and
promising. In the end, it had been simply a matter of time. The lead
Presence allowed her a measure of self-awareness, and suddenly Cologne
remembered how to see.

	Everything was dark, save for the entity that towered over her
physically and emotionally weakened body. It seemed to rise forever, a
tower of shimmering gold-orange, the weave of the fabric like canyons.
Far above her, shrouded by the glimmering cloak, Cologne could see two
hollows where eyes should, by all rights, have been. For such a
creature, eyes were irrelevant. It didn't need to see her. It simply
knew where she was, what state she was in, past the obviousness of the
flesh and into the hidden recesses of her soul.

	YES

	Cologne tried to move, tried to will her ki to give her frail
body power.

	FINALLY

	Her body may as well have been a mile away.

	BROKEN

	It peeled her mind like an onion, stripping away the defenses
and the primal desires she used to augment her waning consciousness. It
flayed off the memories and thoughts that it found to its liking, and
discarded the rest. Cologne tried, exhausted almost beyond description,
beyond the physical concept of the word, to hold close the last of her
secrets. The ones on which so many lives depended. The assault slowed,
but only for a moment, before resuming with a cruel ferocity.

	BROKEN

	MORE

	WHERE

	Cologne's mind stretched to the point of tearing.

	WHERE

	NOW

	WHERE

	WHERE

	Another of Them appeared, suddenly. Hollow Eyes seemed
distracted, and faced the Other. Cologne could hear their thoughts, like
distant thunder, but no emotions. Nothing more complex than hunger, a
deep hunger like the maw of some unfathomable chasm. After a few
moments, Hollow Eyes floated away, and Cologne's vision faded to
blackness once more.

	CLOSE

	SOON

	BROKEN

	No sooner was he/she/it gone, than another Presence filled the
void. It was smaller, weaker, but no less tenacious. Another joined it,
and the two dutifully resumed the assault on the Amazon Matriarch's
mind. She held together, but only barely. Another, and Other, poked and
prodded, and promised and seduced, but Cologne knew the Hollow Eyes were
behind them, waiting, lurking.

	If it had ever been in doubt before, now there was no mistake.
She was almost out of time. They knew almost everything, though perhaps
(she hoped) they did not understand it. They devoured knowledge, and
memories but such things would not give them all that they wanted. Soon,
she would die, and the ordeal would be over. She only hoped her body
gave out before her mind and her spirit did.

-----

	Ranma and Ryouga had not been this far from the main building
before, the former because he had no desire to be shot at, and the
latter because he hadn't gotten lost yet. They were near what looked
like a recreational area. Sure enough, there was a spartan basketball
court, a path leading to an outdoor pool, and a firing range. It seemed
like an awful lot for a place without more than two guest residents.

	"So, Nivelles-san. If you don't mind me asking, where are you
from?"

	"Cartagena, Hibiki-san. That is where I grew up, but I have not
been there in many years."

	"I can relate to that."

	Ranma cleared his throat. "What are we doing out here? I thought
we weren't supposed to wander off?"

	Nivelles smiled at that. "Some things have changed. But before
we get into that, I'd like to see something: those martial arts
techniques you... mentioned. The Lion Roar Bullet, and the Pride of the
Fierce Tiger?"

	"The shishi hokodan?" Ryouga asked, and his voice now a little
more wary. "Why do you want to see that?"

	Ranma felt the same way, but didn't feel the need to ask,
content as he was to let the lost boy talk with the blonde haired
gaijin. A martial artist's secret techniques were normally well guarded,
hence why they were secret techniques in the first place. They were
designed only to be used either as a last resort, or in a duel to the
death (after which your secret techniques would be a secret again - dead
men telling no tales, after all). As rivals, Ranma and Ryouga were more
liberal with them when it came to each other. Even with all the threats,
both boys knew neither would really kill the other.

	Probably. At least Ranma had never had any intention to kill
Ryouga. He liked to think that the lost boy, for all his threats, felt
the same way. After all, he had had several opportunities to kill off
'the bane of his existence, and the source of all his woes,' yet had
never done so. Mousse and Kuno, on the other hand, Ranma was not so sure
of. They had ganged up to attack him at his weakest, after all, so who
could say with any certainty that they would pull a potentially killing
blow?

	"Well, how about a trade?" the Spaniard suggested as they walked
towards the outdoor firing range. "If you show me your special
technique, I'll show you both one of mine. Fair?"

	"You're a martial artist?" Ranma asked, his attention now fully
on the potential bargain to be made. The Saotome Anything Goes Style,
the Musabetsu Kakuto Saotome Ryu, was predicated on learning, adapting,
and improvising on the techniques of other schools.

	"In a fashion," Nivelles answered, more than a little
cryptically.

	"What school?" Ranma pressed, smirking as he thought of a joke.
"Let me guess: some sort of Spanish ninjitsu?"

	The (slightly) older man chuckled. "I used to be very good with
Vega, actually. Ah, but games back then had character..." He sighed.
"No. You could say I have a sort of Special Forces training, though I
haven't been at it as long as either of you two."

	"I did learn to punch before I could walk," Ranma boasted,
sticking his chest out.

	"Whatever..." Ryouga grumbled just loud enough for the other two
to hear. The three stopped near the leftmost part of the shooting range.
The range itself was open air, with a set of distant targets, both
humanoid and square, with concentric targeting circles. Most were pretty
far off, and several had large holes in them.

	"Do either of you think you can hit that one, out there, at a
hundred yards? The one missing its head?" Nivelles pointed out to a
brown and green humanoid figure, minus that most essential of body
parts. Ranma and Ryouga both looked closely at the target, and stole
looks at each other as well. Both were thinking the same thing: that
they'd never tried to hit anything that far off before.

	And that neither wanted to be outdone by the other.

	A hundred yards was about a hundred meters. It didn't sound like
much, but the shishi hokodan and moko takabisha simply had not been
intended for long-range engagement. It was more of a medium range
technique. Both men went over their past fights, and tried to remember
how their attacks (and other's) behaved at long range. Ki attacks rarely
missed in close quarters, and the only two they remembered who had
routinely used such techniques at long distance was Herb, the Dragon
Prince of the Musk Dynasty, and Saffron, the Lord of the Phoenix, who
wielded the incredibly powerful Tenka Shunmetsu Koukyu Dan.

	"Well?" Alejandro asked. "You don't have to atomize it, just hit
it."

	"Ranma's technique is just a cheap imitation of my own. He
doesn't even have a Perfect version of it," Ryouga said, and cracked his
knuckles. "I'll go first."

	"Cheap imitation?" Ranma hissed from between clenched teeth.
"You know, P-chan, most guys save the gloating for after they win a
fight. When was the last time you beat me again? Last year?"

	"Huh. Just watch this, Ranma!" Ryouga faced down the range, and
held his hands out. During his 'fight' with Sarutoru, he had taken his
opponent out with a good sized blast, and managed to go it with enough
finesse that he didn't hurt Ukyou, who had been right next to his
target. That had been maybe twenty meters. He had used a beam version of
the shishi hokodan at the time, instead of a ball, both because he was
extremely depressed and because he wanted to make sure to take his
opponent out before he could grab Ukyou as a hostage.

	A green ball of ki sparked to life in between Ryouga's hands. It
quickly grew to about the size of a baseball, and then larger, until it
became as large as a basketball. Not one for subtlety, if all he had to
do was hit the target, he'd just level the entire area. Problem solved!
He clenched his fingers slightly, and channeled more energy into the
attack, 'crafting' it in his mind's eye.

	"There!" He thrust his hands forward. "Shishi Hokodan!!"

	The beam was intense, but quickly lost power downrange. It
lanced out for a full second, and Ryouga adjusted his hands (and his
aim) slightly to compensate, when he noticed the attack falling short.
The coiling mass of green energy rose off the ground, and finally hit
the target. Unfortunately, so far off, all it did was shake it
violently.

	Ryouga lowered his hands and frowned. So much wasted energy...!
Still, Nivelles seemed impressed. He whistled appreciatively. "Wow.
Impressive to see it firsthand."

	"You thought that was impressive? Typical lost boy, sloppily
throwing his ki around and hoping it hits something." Ranma shook his
head and walked up to where Ryouga had stood. His old rival was now
backing off to let the pigtailed boy have a try.

	"Oh yeah?" Ryouga said between breaths, obviously exerted by his
effort. "Still more than you could do!"

	"Watch and learn." Ranma set his feet, and held out his hands in
a stance similar to Ryouga's. He had watched the lost boy's attack, and
he had seen how it 'fell' more than expected about sixty meters off.
Ranma wanted to hit it without 'leading' his shot as a beam. Not only
couldn't he generally output as much raw ki as Ryouga (depression and
dark thoughts being inherently easier to draw on than light ones, and
confidence), but he wanted it to look good, too.

	He wanted to show some finesse.

	Ranma remembered well, when he had used the moko takabisha on
the central well of Togenkyou Island, and he also remembered all the
experimentation he had done to develop the attack from the shishi
hokodan. His ki was lighter, and it wouldn't fall as quickly towards the
earth. Unlike Ryouga, Ranma knew how to do both ki attacks, it was just
that his lion's roar was weaker than his tiger's pride. If the 'drop
off' range of the shishi hokodan was about sixty meters...

	Ranma elevated his hands, and collected his energy into a ball.
It was easy. He was already full of confidence, and he knew without a
doubt that his plan would work, AND that he'd upstage Ryouga. Oh yes,
the more he thought about it, the better he felt, and the more powerful
his attack became. It was a much more pleasant circle than Ryouga's
depressive spiral into despair.

	"Moko Takabisha!" Ranma yelled, and the ball shot from his
cupped hands like a rocket. It grew larger and more dispersed as it
traveled, until it became almost six feet wide. Sure enough, it made a
shallow arch just as expected, and hit the target in the legs. Of
course, that far off, and that dispersed, the attack didn't do any real
damage, but that had never been the point anyway.

	Now, Nivelles clapped. "Simply amazing! Both of you! I've never
seen anything like it! You use the power of your... ki... to excite air
molecules, and at the same time you're able to keep those same molecules
from flying off in different directions... The physical augmentation I
had heard of, but this is something totally new! The blast seems to be
primarily concussive, yes?"

	"Ours are, yes," Ranma answered, always happy to be complimented
(even if he had to share the praise with Ryouga). "Some guys, like Herb
and Saffron, can produce a lot of heat, too."

	"As would be expected. They probably just localize the excited
particles to a much smaller area... they confine the area of affect, so
that the temperature increases dramatically. That, I have seen. Once.
But not unaided..." After that, the Spanish man became quickly quiet, as
if he had said too much.

	"Maybe..." Ryouga mused.

	Ranma interrupted, "So what's this technique you were going to
show us?"

	"Well, it isn't quite as impressive as yours, Saotome-san, or
yours, Hibiki-san. But you may find it interesting." Nivelles reached
down, and after a few seconds of searching, picked up a small rock. It
was round, and about the size of the tip of one's finger. The blonde man
held it up in his right had, between his thumb and index finger.

	His eyes widened, for only a second and he stared at the rock
intently.

	"There... Now. Watch!" And with that said, he released the rock
and let his hand fall away and to the side. However, to the surprise of
the two martial artists, the rock hovered in midair. Ranma was the first
to react, as he tentatively reached out, and felt around in the air for
wires or mirrors or any other sort of trick.

	"He's... using his ki to hold it in the air...?" Ryouga asked,
wanting someone to confirm his theory. He had heard of such things, but
not really believed them.

	"Something like that," Alejandro said, and moved his eyes. The
rock floated eerily to the right, and then back to the left, before
falling down into the man's hand. He tossed it into the air, and Ranma
caught it. The pigtailed martial artist stared at it intently, obviously
trying to figure out the technique.

	"If you want..." the blonde man continued. "You can learn to do
that. And much, much, more. More than you ever imagined."

	"Where? How?" Ranma and Ryouga asked, at the same time.

	"Well, I didn't learn it in El Unidad de Operaciones Especiales,
and I doubt it is something you'll ever find in a scroll, monastery or
dojo. It is a science. A science called Psionics. Interested?"

	Without hesitation, the two nodded eagerly.

	"I thought so," Nivelles said with a broad smile. "In that case,
come with me. There'll be paperwork to sign, the same stuff I went
through a few years ago, but believe me: it is worth it."

	"The aliens..." Ryouga spoke up, his voice laced with hatred.
"You fight them, don't you?"

	"Paperwork first, gentlemen." The older man turned, and started
walking. "Then you get to hear the Truth."

	Ranma hesitated, just a bit, and Ryouga passed him. The
pigtailed boy frowned, but quickly caught up. He didn't really like the
sound of 'paperwork' (living with Nabiki for two years would do that to
you), but he did want to know the truth. And the thought of Ryouga
getting special training, and surpassing him again like after the he
first learned the shishi hokodan... Ranma shuddered.

	'Ah, the life of a martial artist,' he thought, and followed.

-----

	Nabiki Tendo inspected the sweater she had gotten. It felt
strange, different from wool or cotton, and most unusual of all - it
didn't have a tag at the back of the collar. It hadn't even had a price
tag, which she found weird as well. It had been one of a few that a
young woman, perhaps only a few years older than Nabiki herself, had
been weaving by hand. Thankfully, the local woman was much more
competent than Akane (or herself) and the result felt both warm and
comfortable, if a tad loose. By the way she and Ribeiro had haggled,
Nabiki got the impression that he had come here before to buy things,
and so had others.

	The other Special Forces troopers, of course. That was Occam's
Razor in action, but it didn't explain everything, like what a Brazilian
man was doing in a secret Peruvian military unit. She didn't know even a
little about South American politics, but she doubted that it was normal
for SpecForces of one nation to have nationals from different countries.
Then there was their treatment, and this little trip... it all seemed
unusual, and to her, unusual equaled suspicious.

	She had an unsettling feeling that they were being fattened
before the slaughter.

	Their host talked animatedly in some foreign language to another
local villager, this time about the rug Kasumi wanted so much. Really,
the oldest of the Tendo girl had gotten two things from the trip,
instead of the one everyone else got. Their father had given in and
gotten several ceramic cups for himself (when they were really for her).
Nabiki preferred to be the one getting extra, (free!!) things, but her
mind was still too occupied to take full advantage.

	Kasumi resumed looking between three different rugs that had
been pulled out in front of her, and Ribeiro walked off to give her and
the Tendo patriarch some room. Feeling a bit bold, Nabiki decided to try
and milk him for more information. She folded up her new sweater, and
walked over to his side, trying to appear casual. He looked down at her,
hearing her approach. Nabiki almost stopped in her tracks, when she saw
the look on his face.

	Was that amusement?

	It wasn't a reaction Nabiki usually engendered in people.

	"Ribeiro-san..."

	"Tendo-san?" he asked, obviously expecting some sort of inquiry.

	"Not that I'm ungrateful for everything, but why are you doing
this?" Nabiki asked, but kept her voice conspiratorially low. Akane was
now with Kasumi and her father, and they were all waiting for the older
girl to make her decision.

	The Brazilian man looked at Nabiki with a strange expression,
before growing a small smirk. "Because I was ordered to, of course."

	That made sense, sort of.

	"But why?" Nabiki wondered aloud. "Why? Why weren't we put in
prison, or something? Why weren't we put under hot lights and
interrogated? Why haven't you even asked us to keep quiet about what we
saw... what we experienced?"

	Riberio snorted, as if offended. "How crude do you think we are?
Those sorts of tactics don't work. Well: not well enough, anyway."

	"So, what? You're bribing us with a few trinkets, and a polite
attitude?"

	The man didn't answer that, preferring to silently watch the
other Tendos.

	"Or maybe..." Nabiki speculated. "You're just buying time for
something. I don't suppose it was a coincidence that you didn't even try
and persuade Ranma and Ryouga to come along?"

	Riberio crossed his arms. His face never changed, but Nabiki
could tell she had hit on something. His amusement was evaporating
quickly. She could tell by the look in his eyes, which had suddenly
taken on a dangerous edge. Their host despite his unassuming clothes,
walked with a casual grace that bespoke a good deal of physical
training. This wasn't some martial artist she was dealing with - it was
a soldier. And beneath the polite and friendly exterior, Fukida Riberio
was a very dangerous man.

	"My associate wanted a few words with them. In private." She had
expected him to try and backtrack, or make an attempt to blow off her
theory. Instead, he answered in a way that seemed totally honest.

	Nabiki started, and finally asked the burning question she
wanted most for him to answer. "Who... who are you guys?"

	Riberio set his jaw, but kept watching the others. "What you saw
on that ship... I'm sorry you had to be exposed to that. But maybe some
good can come of it."

	What kind of answer was that?

	But before Nabiki could try again, Kasumi waved him over, and he
walked away.

	"Damnit," Nabiki cursed. 'Why do I get the feeling we're being
dealt out of the game? They're playing us for fools...'

-----

	"Retinal Scan complete. DNA records complete. Fingerprints on
file. Voice imprints processed. Non-disclosure agreements... signed."
Alejandro Nivelles checked to make sure the papers in question had been
filled out correctly, before slipping them into a plain brown envelope.
"You guys ready to take The Jump?"

	They were in one of the off-limits buildings, the one that had
been marked 'Climatological Laboratory.' More than a few people worked
there, but none seemed to be doing barometric research or rainfall
studies. Though the sheer number of antennas and dishes on top of the
building must have been doing something important... The three never
ventured beyond the first floor, but the place was fairly busy, and
three sealed off rooms, with walls of thick glass, contained large
machines or computers.

	Neither Ranma nor Ryouga were in any position to distinguish the
two.

	"The Jump?" Ranma asked. He fidgeted a bit with the laminated
clip-on ID that had been attached to his shirt. It had his name in
English, and a picture, along with some sort of bar code.

	"Heh. That's just what we call the first time you go downstairs,
where we keep all the really good stuff." Nivelles motioned for them to
follow. "This way. We're headed for the warehouse."

	This time it was Ryouga who asked, "The warehouse? Why?"

	"You'll see." The older man's tone was much friendlier than
either of the two martial artists expected. "You'll probably see most of
this when you get to Japan, but things are a bit of a mess there right
now. I can't say I envy you, going back."

	"Why? Japan's a beautiful place..." Ranma felt some small
nationalistic need to defend his homeland. Even though he didn't really
have a lot to compare it to. Well, it was better than what he'd seen of
China, at least.

	"That's not quite what I meant, Saotome-san. You'll see for
yourself soon enough."

	They walked along the road to the warehouse (aka: the 'enclosed
helicopter pad'). There was a large door, for trucks or the like, but
they went in through a smaller personnel door on the left. Inside, a
guard checked Nivelles' identification. Ranma and Ryouga heads the
letters 'UID' but suspected it was some sort of slang. It certainly
wasn't a word either had heard before. The inner doors were much thicker
and heavier than they had expected, and they split down the middle, and
retreated into the sides of the wall.

	This took them into a hall, adjacent to the open area of the
warehouse itself. They walked past windows, thick ones, which looked out
into it. It looked empty, for the most part, with two parked trucks and
four jeeps parked in little garages along the side or back. Two of the
jeeps had some sort of weapon on it, like a machinegun. There also
seemed to be weapons of some sort on the railing and catwalks along the
inside of the area. Some crates and boxes were piled up here and there
but they all looked the same.

	The trio made their way out into the open area, but only for a
few seconds, before they turned to what looked like a service elevator.
Closer, now, the two younger men could see a faint outline against the
ground, flanked by yellow lines of paint - the universal symbol for
'watch your footing here.' The lines went along in a big square in the
middle of the warehouse.

	"That's the main lift," Nivelles explained, noting their
curiosity. Next to him, the service elevator arrived... from below. It
was large enough a dozen full-grown men to have plenty of room, and
twelve feet high. Metal railing slid aside, and the three stepped in.
Nivelles pressed a button (there was only one), and the elevator began
to descend.

	They passed through three floors of metal and concrete, before
they saw open air. Before them, they saw the main lift corridor,
supported by four large columns set into the sides of the wall. Looking
up, they could see where the columns connected into the warehouse's
floor, and below them, they could see the shaft stretch downward for
more than a hundred feet. Much more.

	"They were Sectoids."

	Ranma and Ryouga looked at the blonde man curiously. The lost
boy growled, catching the meaning immediately. He repeated the strange
foreign word in a low tone. "Sectoids..."

	"Yes. They were the first aliens we encountered," Alejandro
spoke as the elevator descended. "No doubt you've heard about Roswell,
and the crash there half a century ago. It's popular culture, now. That
was a medium scout... the Americans didn't shoot it down, though. There
were human remains in it, two sets of bones, so it is likely that one or
both of the victims gained consciousness and started a struggle onboard.
One of them probably hid behind the ship's Elerium Reactor, then one of
the aliens chanced a shot, and the whole thing was blown to hell."

	"When I saw you, Saotome-san, alive in the ship... and when I
heard your story, I immediately thought about Roswell. That was a fluke,
and so was what you two managed to pull off. Sectoids always did
underestimate people..." Nivelles smirked. "Anyway. That was fifty years
ago. For a while, the aliens came and went as they pleased, and did
whatever they liked. No human aircraft could catch them, and no military
force could engage them. Do you remember the Kiryu Kai, back in '98?"

	Ranma shook his head, and Ryouga followed a second later.

	"Well," Alejandro explained. "The Kiryu Kai was an attempt by
the JSDAF to intercept a UFO. While it was not well covered by the
media, there had been a troubling spike in alien activity across the
globe between the eighties and nineties. Flybys and the like became less
common, while abductions and cattle mutilations became increasingly
commonplace. The Americans had tried to open communication with the
'visitors' for years, under Project Blue Skies, and the USSR tried to
intercept a UFO at least twelve times. Japan thought it could do
better..."

	Nivelles frowned. "Between August in '98, and January of '99,
they came close, twice. Much closer than the Americans or Russians. They
called the Project a failure, not because they couldn't identify or
approach their target, but because the aliens shot them down. Six
aircraft were lost. None of the pilots even had a chance to eject."

	The Captain paused, a moment of silence for those he considered
the first official casualties in the ongoing Secret War. He also took
the opportunity to observe the reactions of his two guests. Ranma looked
angry, but Ryouga's expression was the same as before: a cold fury. But
the so-called 'lost boy' already seemed to hate the aliens with a
passion. Nivelles couldn't blame him.

	"Starting on December 11, 1998, a secret meeting was held in
Geneva to discuss a response to the Earth's increasingly hostile and
belligerent visitors. After two weeks of debate, the decision was made
to organize a covert, international military response to the acts of
alien aggression. Funded by a governing council of the world's most
economically powerful countries, this organization would be equipped
with the world's finest pilots, soldiers, scientists and engineers,
working together for a common goal: to preserve human life and dignity
on Earth. The formal name given to this force was UNETCO - the United
Nations Extra Terrestrial Combat Organization. Though we're not actually
a part of the UN, it's just a politically appealing moniker. Most of us
just call it XCOM."

	The elevator finally stopped, and the metal railing retracted.
Before the two martial artists stretched a manmade cavern, obviously
designed for storage and the like. More cargo containers and boxes piled
up along the sides. In front of them, however, loomed the gaping maw of
an entranceway, a massive single blast door hinged off to the side. It
looked like the door to a bank vault, times five.

	They followed Nivelles closely, as he crossed through the open
entryway, and into a large, long hall. It was open, and three stories
high. People in white coats moved around, along with some in green and
brown fatigues and black uniforms. Set into the floor was a round emblem
of an eagle, facing the right, with wings outstretched. It had a plain
white shield in its right talons, a clutch of golden arrows in the
other. Laurels and an olive branch crowned the eagle, from the top of
the seal to the tips of its wings, while a geographic satellite picture
of the Earth was set across its chest. On an encircling band, the
English words: United Nations Extra Terrestrial Combat Organization were
in white, on a black background.

	"This is B4. The fourth base built by XCOM. Codename: El Dorado.
You've signed the Silence Papers, but we can't force you to join. You're
still civilians. By the end of the day, though, we'll need an answer,
one only you can give."

	"I... don't know about this..." Ranma said, quietly. He wasn't
overawed easily, and he didn't much like it either. Ryouga was a
different case altogether.

	"I'm in," the lost boy said, quickly, sharply. "If it means
killing these creatures, I don't care what I have to do! Count me in!"

	Ranma looked at his sometime-friend with concern and
frustration.

	"I thought you'd feel that way," Nivelles replied, still with a
smile. "This way, if you will. You two haven't seen anything yet..."

	And he led the two deeper into the base.

-----


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