Description: Queensryche (1981). When Yurika allows Elle to move into Seijyun to set up a temporary base of operations, she opens the door to a lot more than she bargained for. As usual, Elle is unapologetically domineering, and starts to appropriate more than a few things for herself, including the use of one of Yurika's most trusted henchmen: Kurenai.
A couple of days is about what Yurika figured to be enough time to have everything prepared. It was a particularly bothersome ordeal as her plan was to get Elle in as quietly and unnoticed as possible and work her way up from there. What kind of equipment, exactly, was the mercenary bringing in? Where would it be placed the easiest?
The only matter that was simple was arranging a place for Elle to stay; within the dorms was a little risky, but it was the best she could provide at the moment. She let Kurenai handle setting that up, and while she never said it, it was quite clear she was bothered by allowing the woman to stay. So why was she doing it? She wouldn't tell the pink-haired student.
So as it is now headed close to evening, it was time for the two (now three) to meet at a loading dock at the back of the school, close to the cafeteria; Yurika provided a permit to allow Elle to drive in without much hassel so long as she had the decency to disguise herself a little; and even provided a truck to come in with if necessary.
The lady in light blue stands at the main dock quietly, but surprisingly in a very very good mood this evening after all. It wasn't long ago that she had watched the press conference on television, and has that delightful feeling that things are going to start going her way in time. ... Assuming in the end Southtown doesn't become a giant crater.
Kurenai... is nowhere to be found. But that's alright--she is a ninja, after all. No, wait, is that her? ... no, just a standee of one of the girls who was running for one of the Council positions. Looks like it's been drawn on.
Is -that- her? Nope... just a bunch of used pillows and other bedclothing. Looks like it came from a pillow fight gone extreme--must have been Zaki's gang.
Ah, wait, -here- she is... strolling in from the entrance to the dock. Not very ninja of her, is it? "Yurika-dono," she says, quietly, her good cheer somewhat subdued--figuring, perhaps rightly, that this is a more solemn sort of occasion. She'd heard a little bit about Elle, and of course, Blackjack's exploits, in the right circles, are nearly legendary; she has no desire to make her boss look the fool, and so she will tone down her natural smartass, happy-go-lucky tendencies... for now.
After the pink-haired ninja walks up to stand behind Yurika, to her right, she says, quietly, "My parents sent a new variety of tea for you to try, after this..."
Disguise? Elle and disguises don't mix. Doesn't seem to matter what she does, people have a pretty easy time picking her out. Maybe it's the way she behaves, analyzing everything she comes across as if weighing their value. Or maybe it's how she moves, with her precise, deliberate actions, as if everything had been planned out hours ago and she's just going through the motions.
Whatever the case, Elle's not someone that disguises easily. But that's just fine with Elle, because she's also immediately forgettable. The same knack she has for getting into everything allows her to get out. Being able to disappear without a trace is a pretty useful skill.
Even so, when she arrives with several trucks from the Southtown docks that are riddled with bullet holes, it's going to cause quite a stir.
She's fairly unapologetic about it. The trucks have visibly shaken drivers who had to cart valuable equipment across town from Elle's warehouses on the docks. Most have been long raided, but a few secure safehouses managed by the very few still loyal to her have kept the important things safe.
Her boots click along the concerte loading dock, kept in a precise rhythm set in the metronome in the back of her mind as she approaches Yurika. "I'm going to need a basement," she says flatly. "And a considerable power source. I've got a workshop to set up."
And so only seconds after meeting Yurika face-to-face once again, Elle is given a look she's probably quite familiar with and maybe even recieved plenty of times before. After staring at the trucks she was in a bit of shock for a moment, and then afterward she proceeded to give the mercenary that look. The look that says 'Are you freaking kidding me'. The tea Kurenai was talking about was certainly something to look forward to after having to deal with this mess.
She raises her gloved hands to her temples and rubs in small circles a moment, and then after taking a small breath, responds to the woman, ".. A power source. And a basement," she repeats, crossing her arms. Well, she supposes a basement isn't entirely out of the question, that would certainly be more convenient than a dorm room, but.. "What do you mean 'a workshop', you're not dealing with chemicals and smoke are you? And how much power are you talking about, this school isn't completely exempt from the power crisis and needs to be monitered carefully."
A glance is given to Kurenai. "The arrangements we made for the dormitory will have to be scrapped, in a few minutes could you make sure that the basement below.." hmnn.. Yurika raises her hand to her mouth and squints a bit, seeming to have to decide from more than one possible location. The school itself, the greenhouse, or the dormitory. "Th- The greenhouse.. Is prepared instead?" That'd be simple enough to place off-limits.
"Already done." Contingency plans--Kurenai's got 'em. And this one was easy enough; the basement under the greenhouse is pretty empty anyways. The pink-haired girl favors Elle with a smile, then turns her attention to the trucks. A lot of trucks, a lot of equipment that needs to be moved silently. A pretty problem.
"We can put this dock off-limits until tomorrow; that should give us two nights, including tonight, to have your materiel moved, Belmounte-san. Of course, we'll have to do this only into the early morning, lest we draw curious eyes... the rules are pretty strict here at Seijyun, but even so..."
Kurenai draws out a map, walking over to a nearby crate and spreading it out. "There are underground maintenance tunnels that access the greenhouse basement; the closest entry location is... here. About fifty yards away. Fortunately it's behind one of the grundskeeper's storage facilities, not too many people there most of the time."
A glance to Yurika. "Of course, I should go ahead and make sure everything is clear before we start moving..."
Ninjas. The world would be better off without them. Elle has no need to vent on that matter, though. Right now, she needs whatever help she can get, and whether or not it comes from ninjas is entirely secondary. Kurenai's smile isn't returned, but that's a good thing.
Elle only smiles when something bad is about to happen anyway.
Instead, she gives the young girl a nod. She'll have to talk to this one in just a second. Right now, the boss of this hen's nest is the one she has to deal with. "I run a machine shop now. I manufacture specialized goods for particular people. Nothing too offensive. I'm done with drugs," she explains, having dumped her entire shipment of Burn ages ago as a cattle growth hormone. "It'll take the same amount of power as your average metal shop. I'm sure you have something like that around here."
Elle's clearly not concerned with the specifics. Only the end results. "Just get it done," she says frankly, devoid of tone as if the statement was just a fact as opposed to a command. She doesn't even bother with the 'and no funny business' line. She expects it anyway, and will just dealt with that as it comes. "I don't need anyplace fancy to sleep. I need a way to get in and out of the compound without being bothered. I don't have a problem any of your girls, but I /will/ deal with them if they start getting nosy."
"That's fine, Kurenai.." Yurika murmurs to the younger student, hand still at her mouth and starting to feel a headache coming on. The slight raise of her brows to Elle; to the more observent eye, may show Yurika had no idea Elle actually dealt with drugs- it shouldn't come as a surprise, but it was, and thankfully it looks like she's dealing with something considerably more legit. Hopefully. Her shoulders actually relax too as it seems she doesn't need to be powering some sort of doomsday device that guzzles enough energy for a third world country. Why would Yurika even think that?
Well, that was a large gun. And a heavily armored van. And not to mention the casino was pretty big too. She just assumed Elle was all about huge, like most americans. *cough*Not racist*cough*.
"Well, the good news is you won't have to worry about the students so long as nothing particularly odd happens. You should have a considerable amount of space available to you. "We can also provide the entry and exit with little trouble, Kurenai can assist you with that. However there is one thing I'd like to note and that while I not going to have you monitered or anything, I will be checking on you upon return if you end up leaving campus for an extended period of time."
The mercenary makes a noise of approval. Can't argue with all your demands being met, really. "Monitor me. Don't monitor me. I don't care," she responds with a half shrug. "I need a place to stay, not a place to keep secrets. I just don't need to be bothered. Not yet, anyway."
Elle doesn't deal with doomsday devices. That's well trodden ground for others, and nothing she wants any part of. Elle's the clockwork behind all the big to do, and while everyone may have their big toys, the noise Elle makes covers up all the subtle things that happen in the background. Most of the time, anyway.
She takes out a Jolly Rancher. Candy's been a big replacement for the two pack a day habit she used to nurse not but a few years ago. Her hands pull at the wrapper carefully, watching the candy rotate around three or four times before she pops it into her mouth. "So how's the Darkside Student Congress business? You leader of that yet? Haven't seen hide nor hair of that brother of yours, and Vega's off in la-la land." She crushes the candy into powder with her back teeth as she turns her head to Yurika.
"So that kind of makes you the de-facto noise. Funny, that. You don't peg me as someone that's bad. Just stuck in a half-ass situation with a bunch of psychotic muppets with radioactive hair dye." She waves a hand by her head as if to portray hige, wild hair.
Yurika actually feels a whole lot better hearing that. Or perhaps Elle is just bluffing, it's tough to say; but she just felt.. Better. It was odd, though, she hadn't had a conversation with Elle in a long time, she had almost forgotten the merc was one of the few that had gotten her to the point where she is today. To the question of the congress, Yurika's dark eyes widen a bit, and then drift a touch to the side at the mention of her brother. "N- No.. Not really, not officially, I suppose. Kurow doesn't tell me very much, but he hasn't interfered with my work yet.." And how. If Kurow knew that Yurika was being mentored by the person they were hired to assassinate, that.. That'd certainly be something. What is it with her and mingling with opposition?
Yurika looks back to Elle. "Hmn, yes, well.. I've been walking my own path. I don't think that I was ever good person.." she murmurs. "I'm just doing things my way while I still can.. .. So what happened to you?"
"In general, or recently?" It's a loaded question that more than a few people have probably looked into. "Long story short? I went to find myself. Found it, ended up realizing that there's not much to it, and came back to find the whole damn town caught fire."
Elle takes a moment to concentrate on the larger shards of candy still left in her teeth. It's enough to distract her for a second or two as she follows her workmen into the building.
"Well, You seem to have done alright with your own path... but with your brother gone, there's no real reason to not take advantage of the resources he left behind," Elle continues, moving the conversation off of herself. Not that she's embarrassed or is looking for ways to avoid inquiry, but because she finds talking about herself frankly very boring.
"You've got two contituencies, and you've done great so far. Seijyun's always been a solid place. It's got a unity that the rest of the schools don't have. It's not important that you be the smartest or the strongest. It's the most organized that wins. You have that organizational skill," Elle explains, putting a hand into her jacket pocket to fish out another candy as she watches a crate being taken to the entryway to the greenhouse passage. "But you're always so indecisive. Wish I knew why. S'good that you never thought yourself to be good, though. Just don't think of yourself as 'bad' either, and you'll get somewhere before long. Don't place uncessesary labels on yourself. That's my motto."
Yurika folds her hands in front of her, she following Elle not much longer than her first couple of steps. She can't help but smile a bit; that was a journey she had never gone on herself. Simply too many responsibilities; it's almost as if Yurika enjoys keeping herself busy. To Elle's compliments, the musicians cheeks redden a touch. She couldn't disagree; Kurow wouldn't disagree either; but his issue was that Yurika 'thought too much for too long'. Indecisive, indeed. Again true. "You know, Elle, you're quite tolerable when you're not being a maniac," she says with a small smile. "I think there are greater things for you than being a mercenary.. Well, perhaps I speak too quickly, you probably have a lot of enemies."
She picked up that Elle doesn't like to talk much about herself, though. Fair enough, and so she moves back to herself, a small frown on her features, ".. Well. I suppose you could say that is because I'm not certain of who I am. But I simply just don't have the time to 'find myself' as it were. I just discover more as I move along. In the past, I was worried that I would become some sort of monster.. I was afraid that my goals would make me like Vega. Now I know I don't have to be like him to do what I want. But I won't get anywhere as my past self. I don't know if that makes much sense to you."
"Doesn't matter if it makes sense to anyone," Elle replies, her cold, rasping voice not even acknowledging any compliments paid to her. "You always have to give something to get something. It's just a matter of what and how much you're willing to give, and what you're going to get in return. You have to have that level of control in order to get anywhere."
"Every single last person that looks to take more than they're worth ends up cracked in the head," the mercenary continues. "There's no reason to overstep your bounds. One step at a time. Make sure you can tolerate what you lose and make sure you can handle what you replace it with. No shame in taking your time... but make sure you don't let a good deal pass up while waiting. Extremes are death. Hesitation is death. Impatience is death. You can't win for losing and you can't lose for winning in this game. But..."
She turns, stopping in her pace, "You seem to have an instinct for that. Moderation. Modesty. There's no sense in doing things that aren't necessary. You're still missing two key elements, though. One," she raises a pinky, "You still won't make decisions without being pushed, and two," the ring finger goes up, "You need to take opportunities where they exist. You do realize that you're sitting on the most well organized fighting force outside of a military? I've known people that are absolutely horrified with half of the people under your control because they dread fighting schoolgirls, if that makes any sense. You make some inroads into controlling this psychotic mass of hormones, and you've got a force that could probably march on any of the big four and stand a good chance of winning."
A pause.
"Not that you would. But it'd be a possibility."
Yurika isn't going to fool herself, she's a sucker for praise. This is likely because it'd been so difficult to get such from her younger brother.. That, and she doesn't have as much experience as her peers, it's difficult at times to know if she's doing a good job or not. Elle doesn't seem the type to 'waste her time' buttering people up though, so she takes her words for what they are. The musician cringes a touch to the faults, however. But just a touch, it wasn't like she was completely unaware of them. Dealing with it was another matter entirely.
She couldn't help but chuckle a little at the end, though, "Well.. I cannot say I disagree.. It is a possibility indeed. As you could guess, I'm not entirely satisfied with where I stand yet but.. I'm assure you I'm not completely blind to opportunity. There's only one person I'm worried about right now."
The musician lightly taps her chin, thoughtful for a moment and shakes her head, ".. As usual, though, you've given me a bit to think about; and I think I'm going to go elsewhere to do so. Kurenai should be returning shortly to help provide anything else you may need." ... "Within reason. We likely will be speaking again soon I think."
"Good," Elle replies. She has business with the ninja. If there's one thing that ninjas are good at, it's getting from point A to point B with little hassle, and right now she has work to do and can't be bothered to do it herself, especially since point B is hard to determine given her resources. Nevertheless, if anyone can find it, it's probably a ninja.
"I want to send that girl on a delivery run for me. I need to get my own ducks in a row, and Hubba Bubba hair's just the thing for the job," the mercenary says, not really one for names as she is for vaguely derogatory nicknames. "Once I get everything together and start running sorties again, I'll be out of your hair. All you have to do from here on out is step back. Unless you want a peice of the action. I can show you how to make all of this work exacly how you want it." She waves a hand about dismissively. "But you have to be willing to give up a part of yourself for it... just like everything else you've ever wanted in life. Nothing comes for free, even if you're not paying the person teaching you the lesson."
And with that, Elle leaves towards her new temporary living space under a greenhouse. A suitable place to keep something that has a habit of growing things wheverever it goes. Even if what's grown is something hardly anyone needs or wants.
..... Hubba Bubba. She saw what Elle did there; it'd be amusing if she weren't so surprised by the nickname given. One part of her tells her to correct Elle, but she decides not to waste her time. She also doesn't object for having the girl used for help; the experience would be anything but bad, and she wants Kurenai to get as much as she can.. Yurika isn't the best teacher, as she has so much in her hands as is. "I see.."
She'll likely have to ask later what it is Elle had in mind; if anything she was very curious.. What would she have to give up? Would she be hesitant to do so? .. maybe, maybe not, she wasn't certain. But she does understand she needs to get her hands 'dirty' to get some things. This sounds like a step above what she's used to. "Until next time then." she replies, turning around and heads in the opposite direction. Tea was sounding quite good about now.
* * *
Seijyun High. Greenhouse. Basement.
It's about the most unlikely place to restart a mercenary business, but really, where's the trditional place for that? It's not really something that shows up as a corner store or as an outlet in a mall. No 'Hired Guns 'R' We'. Nothing. Well, at least not yet. Not here, anyway. Elle could name a few places in the less savory African nations if she was really pressed.
Nevertheless, her stuff's been dumped here by a small army of workers, far away from the prying eyes of students. She's been left here alone to work by herself, which is exactly how she likes it. At least this way, if something goes wrong, all she can do is blame herself. It's quiet and peaceful, save for the sifting of junk and other components necessary to set up the small tool and die shop in the middle of the girliest place on Earth outside of a fancy restaurant bathroom.
It won't stay that way for long, though. There's people to deal with here, too. Case in point: Elle's requested that Yurika's personal assistant, Kurenai, pay her a visit. The reasons? not clear, really. Elle plays this sort of thing close to the vest. The less people know beforehand, the better. This is mostly to keep people from talking or thinking too much, which is a common way to tick off Elle.
So when Kurenai finally arrives, She'll find Elle pushing heavy equipment around, clad in a tank top and camo fatigues clearly pulled from a Shadaloo urban combat soldier's uniform. It keeps her cool in the stuffy basement as long as the fan's running. It also does a good job of displaying an impressive amount of scars and bruises along her arms and shoulders as well as a spectacularly elaborate Asian dragon scrawled over the entirety of her left arm.
Elle's request was carefully considered, before Kurenai came to agree to the meeting; while Elle may be setting up shop down in Seijyun's basement, underneath the greenhouse, Kurenai doesn't know the woman at all. So she did some research--a lot of notable stuff about Jinchuu, which was happening while she was still in training, of course. She thinks she has some measure of the woman--from her past deeds, if nothing else--and getting to know her might be interesting.
Kurenai arrives in the typical Seijyun uniform, and her young, smooth skin is as yet unblemished by scar. The only thing really unusual about her dress is the fact that she's carrying a yardstick across her back, and one that is wrapped with grip tape at one end. Undeniably, it looks like a weapon, though a rather 'cute' one, at that.
She slips into the room and looks about for a moment, seeing Elle pushing things around. "There are people we've hired to help you do that, you know," she says, dryly, stepping forward and into a pool of light left by one of the hanging bulbs that litter the ceiling, arms crossed behind her back, casually; though she stands straight there's something about her which suggests a leaning, casual posture.
"Don't delegate when you can do it yourself," Elle replies almost absently as the large die cutting machine is shoved against the wall with the precision of a tetris block. The large machine fits nicely between a lathe and a saw bench, almost like it belongs there.
"You've heard that a chain's only as strong as it's weakest link, right? Well the best way to avoid that's to reduce the amount of links. Besides, this is my stuff. The last thing I need is people going through it." She picks up a box of shell casings, labled clearly as 'shell casings'. The brass bullet components jostle as she places them on a shelf, and one of the intricately patterned shells bounces to the floor. She scoops it up in a smooth motion, tossing it in her hand.
"Anyway, didn't call you here to wax poetic on you. I've got work, and I think you might fit the bill. Just need you to find some people, deliver a message. That's all there is to it. Half up front, half when you get back. It's a little bit dangerous, though. Think you're up for playing wartime courier?" She sits on one of her benches, rolling the shell over the tops of her fingers expertly as she awaits the answer.
Kurenai raises an eyebrow. Not so much at Elle's philosophy, because she can understand that, but at the hinting that she has work for Kurenai to do. This is a bit of an unusual situation, for her; technically, she only answers to Yurika, that having come about by a situation that is relatively old and binding. But she'd never discussed the possibility of doing work on the side. It's a question that truly brings the young woman to pause.
"I would... have to know a little more about what you want me to do." She puts on a thinking face. "Though I suppose you won't want to give me details until I accept, which is only understandable..."
Sheesh, what a decision to have to make! She can already feel the force of the woman's personality, just in these few, simple words. "I... accept. Do understand, though, that I will be informing Yurika-dono of this job--whatever actual information you give to me will remain secret."
"I don't give a damn who you tell," Elle says, matter of factly. "You can tell Yurika exactly what I'm having you do. It's not confidential. The fact of the matter is that I only have one me. There's more than a few that thank God every damn day for that, but that still leaves me with so many hours in the day to do things."
Business, business, business. It's what Elle's about. Elle makes things happen. Makes things work. Either by moving people around by pawns, diving in herself, or for some reason simply willing things to happen with sheer grit and determination, and that's the vibe she projects at Kurenai without even trying.
The mercenary's eyes seem to scan Kurenai as if trying to examine the very atoms she was made out of, letting the pause get almost uncomfortable before speaking again.
"Look. Lemme toss you a freebie on this one, because you're what? Fifteen? Sixteen? Never, ever, ever accept a job without knowing what you'll be doing unless you already know. That's exactly how you end up dead," she says, her hands stopping in the incessant flipping of the shell. She puts it down next to her, and it echos in the mostly empty room.
"If you accept before someone tells you the details, they'll add more details and hold you to them. So let me tell you what I need you to do, then you say yes or no." She absently brushes her hair, which is actually getting a little long despite her predeliction to keeping it very short, out of her face.
"I need you to deliver a written message to a colleague of mine. Her name is Ayame. She's a little older than you, so tall, blonde hair. I'll give you all the details and the actual message if you decide to accept."
"Here's the catch: I don't know where she is. Knowing her, she picked up work with one of the big three. Knowing how she hates to be controlled, she's /probably/ with the Syndicate. Not sure though. If you can live through that mission, I'll give you the rest. Pay's three grand per delivery."
She stands, walking over to one of the boxes with her old files inside. Fingers riffle through the folders, and she removes the one with Ayame's information on it, turning to the pink haired girl.
"Now, this stuff's important. When I send you out, you don't come back until the message is in their hands, or you bring me back proof that the contact is dead. Now. Do you think you can handle this?"
"I knew you'd be asking me to deliver something to someone, somewhere. Beyond that..." She shrugs, a little bit. It's true, every word that Elle says, and yet... she hears Elle out, then eyes the woman again. She may be vastly more experienced than Kurenai, but the pink-haired girl isn't without her own resources.
"You know she won't know me. Is that deliberate?" she asks, somewhat as a stalling technique. Basically, the mission appears to be to inflitrate the Syndicate and give Ayame a message. She can only guess what that message will be--a call to arms, perhaps? Something that Kurenai might be able to do non-violently...
"I'll accept this job, once." Her lips quirk, in an almost-mocking manner. "And this will be a freebie. I don't need money, and I'm sure Yurika-dono would want me to treat our guest with kindness." That, and... well. Elle may have 'jobs' for her, but she'll never forget who she's actually loyal to.
'I don't need money'. Dumb smirk. Okay. One of these. It always sort of surprises her as to how many people are all to willing to behave this way. If she was prone to eye rolling, this would be where she's do it.
Instead, there's no real reaction to that at all. Elle's really not one that deals with children very well, mostly because she has all the empathy of a brick. The vagaries of teenagers slide off her like grease off of teflon, so Kurenai's reaction goes largely unheeded, meeting the same dead, soulless stare that Elle greets about 99.9% of the world with.
"Here's the file," she says, continuing with barely a beat. "It lists her old hangouts, her usual pseaudonyms, known team contacts... you name it, it's there." Then, there's the matter of the note. Elle turns to a chair where her jacket is hanging, and reaches into a pocket. "Wrote this earlier," she says, handing a sealed blue envelope to the girl. "It's everything that girl needs to know. I want you to stay there to make sure she reads the whole message. You got that? I'll know if you didn't, one way or another."
With that done, she moves to busy herself with manual labor, reaching behind the lathe to find the power cord. "You got any /other/ questions, other than asking me if I'm aware of the ABCs of military intelligence?"
The thing is, Kurenai really -doesn't- need money. Her family provides for her and they have about as much money as anyone could need. She doesn't say it all proudly, or like she's taunting... it's just matter of fact. She doesn't think about money, even; it's just assumed she'll be taken care of. She's also seen her family's books, and she knows that they're solid for... a long time.
Regardless, she wasn't doing it to get a reaction out of Elle; the moment passes, she takes the file, without opening it; she'll read it, later. The envelope goes with the file, the pink-haired math wiz tucking both away; sleight of hand ensures they appear to disappear.
"I'm not brimming with questions, no. Oh, actually... do you have a required timeframe for this? A job like this might take some time, as you well know. It's one thing to drop the message to her, an entirely different one for you to require that I stay for her reading it." That is about the only question she has--everything else, she'll do with her own determination.
"Oh, you'll find her," Elle says absently, her thoughts elsewhere. "Probably in a week's time or so. You'll run into if you look for her if she's in town, and I've got no real reason to beleive that she's not." She plugs in the machine, then powers it on, the sound of the motor issuing a metallic sound. Perfect.
"Just use your head and read the materials I gave you," the mercenary says, nodding her head in Kurenai's general direction as she steps back from the machine to grab another set of boxes containing the metal shelves that will eventually hold all the files she's assembled over the years.
"Just don't screw the pooch on this. I know your boss pretty well, worked with her once or twice, and I'll be making sure she keeps you to your promise. Like I said, this is /important/, and I don't need to lose an asset in what's probably the stupidest conflict since the Thailand incident." What a debacle that was. Probably the most miserable example of a failed invasion ever. Set back Shadaloo like ten years.
Log created on 23:41:55 04/30/2009 by Elle, and last modified on 01:42:52 05/06/2009.