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artmolonara · 8 months ago

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Blood Trail - A Lumpy Where's Waldo Vamp Fic Commission- Part 2 of 3

You are not prepared!

I was commissioned by @whenthedeeppurplefalls to write this via my Ko-Fi, link will be at the end of the fic.

***Warning: Contains violence, blood, injury, body horror and suggestive themes. I hope you all enjoy!***

A drag though tar and muck, sticking and weighing, threatening to pull them down into a breathless end.

It was the only analogy the Detective's mind could muster as they rushed, fell, through vacant back rooms of old electronic cabinets, limbs heavy and numb.

A hand was pressed to the wound at their neck, trying to stop the gush of vital life dribbling out of them at a steady pace. But it did not seem to be halting. A true komodo bite. Thankfully, it wasn't a large port of escape, so there was still time before they were drained completely.

Time. That was not on their side, and every second, he was getting closer.

Even with the empty revolver in their other hand, they felt helpless. That small semblance of defense felt like a toothpick in the wake of the approaching avalanche.

A feeling of dread began to creep in, but the Detective pushed it away.

Stop, focus, panicking would not help.

But panic didn't feel like the response. There was an inner compulsion, to stay here and wait, wait for him, return to that chasm of rainbow's ends, and sink into bliss forever.

Before they could stop themself, the Detective delivered a series of slaps to their own cheek, spattering blood across their face to accompany the sting, pain clearing away whatever influence still clung to their grey matter.

This was truly a dire circumstance, and it did no good to rush forward blindly. Nor was standing here a fitting choice.

The Detective looked around, really drinking in the room. It was large, with enough arcade and pinball cabinets to provide a decent cover, if only for a moment.

And so, finding a dim space between the large electronics, the Detective knelt down to collect their thoughts.

First, a summary of what had just transpired, as they understood it.

They were in a large night club that housed an arcade and bowling alley, here to investigate a supposed murder cult. From what they had seen, it was safe to say that the cult was indeed here. After all, they had seen Wenda...

But had they?

Here is where things started to get fuzzy. They had thought they had seen their wife, who they knew had been taken in by the cult. But now, the Detective couldn't say for sure if they had truly spied her in the crowd.

For the main piece to this puzzle had presented itself, a man who was definitely the cult leader, and he had...

The wound throbbed, the Detective pressed harder to the two leaking holes in an attempt to plug.

A word began to dance around in their head, one they covered up with logical explanations: He had drugged them somehow, perhaps even hypnotized them, then... tricked and attacked them. It was a more palatable and believable reason for everything, but the word still floated up like an imposing banner.

Vampire.

It was a ludicrous notion, one that didn't fit what they knew of reality, but they had shot through that reality, and it had healed itself quicker than should be physically possible... but how could they be sure?

Doubt was threading through everything now. How could they even trust what they had seen?

A tingle in their fingertips was reality enough, and they knew what they had to do.

They had to escape, find the rest of the team, and get backup to take this place down.

Speaking of which, where was the team?

The Detective absentmindedly reached for the walkie-talkie, only remembering too late that it had been taken from them.

Wouldn't have done much good anyway...

A chill ran through them. Even before they had been taken away into this dark place, they should have heard something from the team. Had they been captured too?

A sudden crackle of glass snapped them out of their thoughts, their grip tightening on the iron reflexively.

The Detective stood still, listening with baited breath, hearing only the thrum of dance music through the walls.

But just as they were about to exhale, a voice called out.

"Marco..."

It was him. He sounded like he was on the other side of the room.

"Marcoooo," came the singsong voice again, closer, despite there not being a sound of movement at all.

They had to get out of here.

Slowly, the Detective began to quietly make their way in the direction of distant trance remixes, keeping low behind the tombstones of technology. They at least memorized enough about the building's layout to remember where the exit was. The stairs to the ground level were closest to the dance floor. By those steps, an officer had been stationed, and with any luck, they should be close by.

An exaggerated sigh of annoyance emanated off to their right.

"You're supposed to say Polo."

The creature began sniffing the air, letting out a shuddering sigh.

"I can smell you're in here."

The Detective froze in mid step.

"Your blood. It's unmistakable. I've never had anything like it."

A purr rattled through their bones.

"Come on out. I promise to savor you, slowly. Every. Last. Drop."

The Detective sped up the pace, ignoring the silken pull that statement made them feel.

It wasn't a straight shot, unfortunately, as the metal walls had been placed haphazardly all about the place. A fire hazard to be sure. Thank goodness they were close.

Then they saw it.

In the reflection of a dusty screen, the distorted form of their pursuer was reflected.

It was too late to retreat, as two pins of red became visible.

A tickle in the back of their head, they looked away quickly, bracing for the fall back into that influence... But the lights didn't explode behind their eyes. An observation their survival instinct immediately connected with another point as they remembered the glasses.

Can't be direct eye contact.

They looked back again to Perseus's shield, but the figure was now gone.

Hair stood up on their neck. A shadow loomed over the walls in their peripherals.

"There you are."

Without thinking, they hurled the blunt object towards the voice.

There was a thud and a startled sound.

The Detective booked it.

Ignoring the white lightning that screamed through their body, they tore through the remaining narrow passageways to the double doors beyond. Rushing through, they got just a hint of what looked like cabinets being thrown aside behind them.

Without looking, they closed the doors, quickly grabbing a nearby vending machine and tipping it over as a barrier, just in time to hear a heavy thud against the entryway.

Good, that would hold for a little while.

The rush of adrenaline suddenly faded, and the Detective stumbled back, falling on their ass. Sparkles danced in their vision.

Their shirt was now beet red. Right, they were still bleeding. Had to get help, now.

Their eyes focused on the room about them, seeing an opening to the main dance hall to the left, a sign for stairs off to their right, and as luck would have it, at the distant center, a familiar officer was standing against the wall.

Quickly, with a stumble, the Detective got their feet, making their way quickly to the man, who had yet to notice them, instead having his eyes fixed on the dance floor.

Something was wrong.

They made contact, their voice coming out in a hoarse croak as they pleaded for help and for him to call backup.

The officer turned to look at them.

He smiled, eyes shimmering with a familiar mixed palette.

"Great party, isn't it?"

Stomach dropped with realization. It wasn't hard to connect the dots.

That's why no one had come to help.

They shook and shouted, but the eyes remained transfixed. They pulled the man, urging to leave with them, but he remained stationary.

"Can't leave yet, haven't seen the grand finale."

That wasn't what they wanted to hear.

A fear of knowing something they couldn't place surged through the Detective, like half remembering something said in passing.

And because of that, they reached for the officer's loaded pistol, any attempt at safety.

A snatch back and shove was the reward, the officer looked annoyed.

"You shouldn't play with this," gun tip rested on the man's temple, manic delirium churned in his pupils, "You could get hurt."

A hollow boom like a drum resounded from the door, the sound making the Detective jump, then sway.

The door.

Leave now!

Pivoting, they saw the stairway, a light beckoning from above with a promise of salvation.

But, as they took a step, an explosion.

Before blackness, they turned and saw the vending machine fast approaching.

...

Buttons were always so difficult. The Detective had a nasty habit of starting in the middle, only to realize they were uneven once they got too far.

Gentle hands on their shoulders.

"Do you need some help there?"

They smiled, seeing the triangle spectacles peeking up behind them in the mirror.

With a self conscious sigh of confirmation, they turned to her, allowing her to fix it.

Wenda had done this a couple of times now. It was a wonder she didn't get annoyed of their antics.

She finished up, smoothing out the creases on their shoulders.

"Well, don't you look smart."

The Detective smiled, turning to look at themselves, Wenda beside them.

"We should take a photo."

Of course.

She reached her camera out before them with her right hand, allowing the Detective to reach out with their left to steady and work the trigger.

"Say cheese!"

They pressed down, and the flash went up-

...

White flash behind their eyes as the Detective re-awoke with a jolt.

Blurry vision focused on name-brand chips behind glass.

Cold pressed in at both sides, as they were now sandwiched between the vending machine and the wall.

An attempt to move instead brought blinding pain. Looking down, they saw why. Their left arm had broken through the glass, cut and bleeding, and potentially fractured in the force of the impact.

Still they tried, with no energy, to get out of the trap. Desperation was turning to despair, anguished cries ripped out their throat as they strained.

Finally, the hulking box budged.

Easily.

Vision momentarily delayed as they fell back against the wall, lights trailing like incense as optics rolled. Taillights came into view at the end of the tunnel.

Beautiful ruby lights...

They fell forward. A soft palm caught them.

Full circle.

"Gotcha," came the playful voice in the crown of their head.

They looked up into death's face and let out a pitiful sob. Lost, they had lost. It wasn't fair...

Thumbs wiped away their tears, the face shaking and tsking, "Come now, don't be a spoil sport," the dampness of the shirt was pulled away from their shoulder, they couldn't move, "I won. I deserve my prize."

He was right, it was only fair... but it still wasn't ok.

It wasn't like before. There was an awareness in the paralysis, melded with the assorted hues of sunset skies. They now knew what was happening.

And they knew it was too late to stop it.

Forehead sagged onto the soft sweater shoulder in defeat, allowing.

Needle points slotted back into where they should be.

A lightning spark.

A spasm through the Detective's body.

Arms came to pin, stopping the unintended thrash.

It was over now. The last bits were being taken away. They had failed. Failed everything. Everyone.

Her.

I'm sorry, Wenda.

...

Everything stopped.

The tap had been turned off.

They could feel an indecision. An internal struggle. Photo flashes shimmered in every corner of the room with burning memory that seemed to reverberate through tangled wires connecting them.

There was an unsure hum by their fading pulse.

"You're just... so good... hmmm... too good." He suddenly sounded like he had solved a nagging equation, "Too good to waste!"

A chortle rang throughout their mind, stirring relief and a newfound wariness in the Detective. A tongue began to lap over the wound, a numbness spreading on the skin. The draining sensation slowly faded, as did the pain.

"There we go," the man said as he rebuttoned the Detective's shirt, smoothing down their shoulders, "All patched up." A gentle squeeze rung some blood from the shirt, "Now for the rest..."

The Detective drifted in and out of the annals of their mind, vaguely aware of the "cleaning" they were enduring. The gentle sucking sound of moisture from fabric wasn't bothersome. If anything, it made them think of younger years, trying to get precious spilled juice out of their sleeve. Danger had passed, for the moment, and it felt like they were back in the arms of home.

But they couldn't stay home forever...

Lucidly, they looked out their eyes again. Shirt was now a dull pink. That was fast... Only one sleeve remained, the suction slowly making its way down to where glass had embedded deep.

A hiss of pain escaped them, to which the man looked up with reassuring pomegranate and fig gaze.

"It's OK. I'll be gentle."

The Detective watched on, very aware of their own breaths, as the man rolled up their sleeve and inspected their arm. The flesh was torn and pierced in places, swollen and discolored at the forearm.

"I think you were right. Broken."

A gentle airy pat to the bruise, then he leaned in and began to lap up the cuts.

Slowly, the gashes began to disappear. The Detective was fascinated.

The man spit a shard of glass, smirking up at them knowingly.

"Like what you see?"

Now the gaze dared not tear away, invisible claws pulling back eyelids. They stared into the twin depths as their own bleeding hand was brought up to the serrated mouth.

A twinge of worry, but a kiss to the knuckles calmed.

Without breaking eye contact, he began, starting with the thumb. Despite the cold that held their wrist and touched their skin, there was a warmth inside that soft, sucking mouth.

Their stolen warmth...

The man hummed, moving onto the next digit, leaving it pristine.

The third was slower, deliberately slow. Tongue pressed and cupped with the rising pull.

Breath was held, then released through their agape mouth with a quiet noise.

Dilated eyes slowly blinked at them, pleased. He cherished that finger a second time.

Next the pinkie, starting at the wrist, nibbling at the vein before treating, embellishing between the digits with added sensual flare.

As the wondrous being pulled away, the Detective took a moment to inspect their arm. All where skin had been torn was now scar tissue, pain gone.

Save for the break, which remained.

Truly fascinating.

One finger remained however...

This one was done quicker, eyes now averted, avoiding, trying to get it over with.

The Detective could feel this, and with a semblance of their normal questioning manner returning, pulled back their hand suddenly.

Something was familiar...

The man froze, staring them into submission, but they stared back, a resoluteness keeping the colors from sliding back in, or were they just muted?

In any case, they asked what was wrong.

The man scoffed, coughed, reached into their mouth, and pulled out a golden band.

The Detective looked down. Their wedding band. Must have caught on a fang.

The creature turned it slowly, observing the gleam in the dim light. Something was stirring in his mind that the Detective could not see, a hidden battle.

As if roles were reversed, the man, as if in a trance now, slid the band back on the Detective's ring finger, becoming still as a statue save for the eyes which began to dart back and forth in deep contemplation.

The velvet ropes that had ensnared slowly slid away, and the Detective took a step back, feeling cognizance return. The reverb of music became audible, now in somber slow-dance song.

Testing, they backed away, but the being remained still, stunned by something.

Go now...

No need to argue, they began to make their way towards the stairs again.

They tried to go quickly, but copious amounts of blood had still been lost, even if it no longer looked it. Wall to railing, then a fall to a crawl, step by step, up and up.

A quick look back. There he still remained, hands now twitching and shaking, then balling into fists.

The Detective climbed faster.

So close.

Almost...

Here!

They reached the final landing.

They had done it.

Reaching forward for a hold, they found something. Eyes focusing on a shoe.

Two sets of shoes in denim pants.

Whoever it was, they could help.

The Detective croaked out a rusty cry of distress, pleading to get them out of here.

The legs didn't move.

Instead they heard a laugh.

A familiar laugh.

Times two.

They looked up, into four piercing gems.

Magenta and Burgundy flowed into the Detective's skull.

"Leaving us so soon, Detective?" The choir chimed.

A heel pushed their forehead back, and they were flying.

Flying.

Falling.

Full front met ground, wind knocked out of them and did not return.

They could hear steps descending, a conversation cutting through the growing dark.

"Ah good, we're all here then. Now we can start."

A struggle to get up, in vain, so instead they released, allowing limpness and blackness to smother.

In the distance, someone chided themselves.

"Snap out of it, newby. Bring your offering."

They were lifted by the scuff, and ceased to be.

...

It was loud. They wish they had brought their earplugs.

But they couldn't leave, they had to be here, it was important. To her.

She wanted to dance with them.

And she was beautiful.

Still, perhaps they could be a little further from the noise?

She sensed the discomfort, always perceptive.

Hands covered their ears, soft and caring, muffling the noise.

"Is that better?"

...

The Detective slid slowly back to waking, memory melding into what was around them, the feeling of hands over their ears remaining.

Now sat, slumped against legs, in a semicircle of pretenders to the actual one, cheering and stomping their feet as they chanted.

A single one danced in the center, the target, they remembered.

There he was, the man, to their left... and right?

Eyes flicked back and forth, unable to turn their head in the steel hold on their cranium. Each copy of the man had an individual seated before them, only unlike the Detective, these ones sat seemingly of their own free will.

The chorus became more discernible. A single name repeated.

... Waldo? Who was...

A chuckle trickled through their brain. The twins looked their way as their neck was craned up by vise-like fingers, up to eyes that poured into them like mad honey.

"That's ME, Detective."

Compounded from all the attention, a mystery solved, the Detective felt relaxed, and leaned back to enjoy the show. Fingers that had stroked their skin on calm summer nights now caressed under their chin, nostalgic.

After a moment more of rising motion, all fell respectfully silence. The person at the center immediately dropped into a worshiping bow in the direction the two Waldos now looked. From there, the crowd was thinning, until it finally parted to reveal another... no...

This was the True one.

He walked taller than the others, gaunter and paler. Taloned hands grasped a cane that rang the ground like a death bell at each step. The spectacles did nothing to stop the reaching vision, and when it fell on them, the Detective felt fingers combing through their synapses. It lingered just a hair too long, only when it moved on did they remember to breathe.

The flesh hands on their head held tighter, possessively.

Waldo began to walk the length of the circle, looking at the turned down heads of the onlookers. Only the main cast kept their postures straight.

He came to the first pair, of his double and the seated person. A discussion occurred, but cupping hands left it inaudible.

Then he moved on to them, their Waldo's grip loosening slightly, allowing the Detective a choice.

They decided to meet the face, unafraid.

They were terrified.

Waldo didn't look to them as he approached, instead addressing his carbon copy. "Ah, new blood. Couldn't wait, I see." The voice, it felt like thunder, the soft roar of a burning log. It made them weak and warm.

But it was nothing compared to the eyes this close. They illuminated the spectacles like stained glass, burrowing inside and squeezing their thoughts like a sponge. The Detective felt memories being pulled like string cheese, flashing past in channels, identity sifting.

I am... here to... where is... Wenda... Wenda... love her... have to... I'm sorry... Wenda...

The eyes narrowed, and the hands pulled closer.

Waldo looked back up to the other.

"Feeling sentimental?"

Quiet followed. The Detective forced their eyes up to see what was transpiring.

The two stared at one another, their lips moving in a silent conversation, a frequency they couldn't hear. It seemed to be an argument, as the faces grew more and more stern towards each other.

Without knowing why, the Detective reached up and held one of the bony fingers, hoping that their Waldo would win.

The hellfire stare of the elder glanced over them, then back up to his copy with annoyed huff. "I'll consider..."

He moved on to the last pair.

Apprehension hung in the air.

Thumbs began to pet their temples, just like they used to.

A moment of consideration.

The cane planted the ground, ringing the space.

The seated person stood up like a marionette, expression vacant.

Clawed hands turned the chin, inspecting. Then, Waldo's mouth opened, wide, anglerfish maw descending.

A sickening, slurping inhale was heard by all, and with horror, the Detective watched as the victim paled, then deflated, like a collapsing juice box.

What was once a person crumbled to the ground, empty.

Waldo licked his lips, his double bowing his head, in shame? Disappointment?

The tall man moved onto the next, the other pair.

Heartbeat in the Detective's ears. They found themself wishing the unthinkable.

There was a pregnant pause of contemplation, the Waldo looking back over into the Detective's eyes.

Burning aurora swirled around them, delving into dark skies and pits within, where desires lay. Stuff they wouldn't admit to anyone... almost anyone... the things shared with her... it somehow brought color to their cheeks. A clicking purr scratched those itches, teasing, then retreating. They saw the smiling face, and knew a decision had been made.

Waldo turned back to the other, and repeated the cane's call.

The touch on their face relaxed.

They looked up to their Waldo's face, but he looked on at the draining, focused.

The Detective looked back, jolting slightly when they saw the true Waldo before them. When did he...

"Winner, winner."

The clawed hand reached out, they remained motionless. Three razors touched their forehead, then sliced quickly. It felt like a brand.

"Now you get to see..."

He turned away, walking to the still kneeling figure in the center of the horde, who began to whisper something together.

This was it.

This felt like the answer.

The man stood before the prostrate worshiper. A threading motion of his hand rose them up to attention, their face looking skyward with begging palms.

Waldo raised a hand above them, a pointed nail opening the fate line. Dark blood seeped out, seeming almost purple in the club's cast light.

Back was to them, but somehow, the Detective saw.

Mouth agape to catch the stream, tongue dotted with the precious ichor, watering.

As soon as it was opened, the spring closed.

What happened next was beyond horrifying.

The body began convulse, shaking and sputtering, crying out in pain. Arms hugged abdomen, gurgling, skin going veiny and raw. Then, it began to balloon, crackle, and shift.

With a strained breath, their last and first, the human intoned Waldo's name, before choking, head tilting back, neck bulging.

Long spindly fingers sprouted out from the mouth, curling around lips, and pushing open the jaw.

Impossible...

Like tearing through a wet paper bag, the creature emerged forth, tumorous body steaming and shaping into that of its sire, sweater and all. It stood proud, victorious, arms raised as it shed off its former self. The skin that had encased it fluttered to the ground, its previous face staring back at the Detective.

A cheer rose from around like a wildfire.

The Detective looked on blankly as a final piece fell into place.

They looked up.

...Wenda?

Kind eyes looked down at them with her warmth.

Waldo smiled.

"I always forget how smart you are...."

...

HAHA! Did you guess the twist? Don't lie! I hope my foreshadowing wasn't spoiling it too much. I want to make Shyamalan proud.

But yeah, a LOT of references here, from Blood the Last Vampire (specifically this scene where the vamps talk quietly to each other) to SCP 4885 (Find Him), plus some Shining in there somewhere. I also incorporated a dream I had, so thank you, subconscious brain!

Next up will be the finale, which I'm currently a bit split on how to end, but I'll figure it out... It will get rather graphic in a weird way, just to forewarn.

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DYNAMO | Steve Rogers x Reader | part 1.

HYDRA has made their share of human experiments. You're just one of them. One of the least successful ones. One of the least functional ones. At least your life in the facility gave you a few things: unwavering resilience, cool(ish) superpowers and a great sense of humor. Steve Rogers would strongly disagree with that last one. A single chance encounter with him reluctantly brings you into the Avengers Compound, and you're determined to make his life as miserable as you can. Feeling's mutual.

AO3 | Masterlist | Playlist (coming soon!)

notes: starting off a steve x reader/oc that I had lying around for a long time to cleanse our palates. (warnings: mentions of human experimentation, violence, cursing, stressed!steve rogers) (2.5K words)

1: THE CATALYST

In The Adventure of the Dying Detective, sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote: “I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor.”

Well here’s how she feels, Doyle: exhausted – drained, if we’re getting scientific – and with a massive migraine. Sometimes nosebleeds, too. That’s how you feel whenever you use your abilities. It’s never a good time, and lately it’s been getting worse.

That’s why you’re back in this godforsaken place. Not exactly back. You’ve never been here; this specific facility was basically only an archive of sorts, and when you were still HYDRA you were confined to labs and larger, safer bases.

This place is really under everyone’s nose. It sits under a parking building in Detroit, right at the corner of a busy avenue. It’s a smart choice of location, because amidst the bustle of people coming and going for their cars, nobody looked at you twice as you went in, dropped into a maintenance hatch and ambled around until you found the heavy vaulted door you were looking for.

You’re positive there’s some information about you and the experiment you were a part – the shining star, truly – of, in here. When HYDRA fell and all of its secrets were leaked to the internet, you weren’t very worried about backing up your own records. You just wanted to live.

When you’ve spent most of your life being trained and turned into a human weapon, only ever seeing the real-world during the few missions you’ve gone on, places like McDonald’s and department stores become a whole new world of wonders once you get to experience them.

But now you needed them. Soon after the fall, however, most of the data was erased by hackers that were still affiliated with the organization. Lucky you.

However, every good terrorist knows to keep physical copies for safekeeping. And if the manila files stamped with your name were anywhere, they had to be here. Or in at least 3 other places just like this one, but you had already checked the first couple of them, and the other was blown to shit by Tony Stark and his little avenging friends.

They were really very good at that – blowing things up and causing havoc everywhere they went. Aliens, HYDRA, murderous crazed robots – whatever the enemy might be, something was sure to be exploding. And in the end, they’re still revered as heroes. Must be fun.

Anyway. Back to the files.

There’s immensurable amount of them, and they were meticulously organized, thank god, but you still decide you’d go through each one just in case.

You’re not in Assets. Also not in Agents. Or Work in progress.

Either way, it has to be here somewhere. Just maybe misplaced. Or concealed.

This place is basically your last hope, before you’re obligated to hunt down the hackers you know of and squeeze the information out of them instead. One of them has to have kept a copy somewhere, but these people were hard to find, and you are starting to feel like you’re running out of time.

The migraines and nosebleeds are getting more frequent, lasting longer, and hurting more. Not to mention the amount of times you lost control and fried every electronic on the vicinity. You could walk into a hospital, but that would probably mean getting dragged to the Raft as soon as the American government took notice of your existence.

And you seriously doubt any regular doctor would know how to deal with… whatever is going on with you.

You don’t miss your former life at all – but at least the scientists and doctors in HYDRA kept you somewhat stable. You survived this far, so someone is to blame.

It must be the adrenaline, but right now you feel great. No spots, no headache. Bouncing on your heels, bobbing your head to the music on your earbuds, while you rummage through an ocean of paper. The archive has been long abandoned, a thick layer of dust covering every surface you hadn’t touched. It’s dead quiet, too, and you start thinking you might spend the night.

It’s been a while since you’ve rested your head in a quiet place, where you didn’t have to look over your shoulder every two minutes. Yeah, that’d be fucking nice.

You’ve been on the run for god knows how long. In fact, you do know – it’s been a little over a couple of years since the public downfall of HYDRA, and everyone you used to know was either arrested, dead, or had gone underground like the rats they were.

You like to distance yourself from your former peers, mostly because if you knew they were all a bunch of Nazis – or if anyone had told you they were actually the bad guys – you probably would have found a way out sooner. Imagine your surprise, finally being free to live in the real world and finding out that everything you’ve been taught was fabricated. Still, authorities weren’t about to make that distinction so, like a HYDRA rat, you also went off the grid.

It’s safe to say you don’t really trust people these days.

You hate it, having to live in hiding. You’re not really very good at it, to be honest. It’s hard being coy, and you wear your heart on your sleeve; your face betrays you when your lack of skill for lying doesn’t. Half-truths and misdirection are the only things keeping your anonymity intact lately, and it works as long as you lower social interaction down to almost zero.

Having to decide whoever looks like they would ask the least amount of questions is exhausting. So is dodging those questions. Dodging bullets is easier. You’d backflip your way out of a full cartridge before facing a 10-minute conversation with someone.

You huff in frustration. The dust that now swirls in the air makes your eyes dry and your nose itch, you’ve already been through what’s probably a good fifty files and still, you found nothing. Not even a mention to your name or your identification number.

You scratch their faint marks on your forearm absentmindedly.

It should be here.

You’re starting to get a little offended, even.

“Can’t find what you’re looking for?”

A male voice coming from the door gets you to stand in alarm. Its owner is tall and wears a navy tactical suit, and you can make out his striking blue eyes even in the dim light of the room. He’s carrying a shield, painted in red, white and blue.

You stare at Captain America, and he stares back. He’s blocking the door you entered from. From your earlier survey you know there’s a possible exit to your left, but you doubt you can get there before that oversized dinner plate of his slices you in half.

“Who are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Cap.”

He scowls at you and you give him a smile, a crooked thing that makes you look a little crazy. “Are you HYDRA? Nat— Yes. We got company.”

So, he came with a team. Cute. Just like the comics.

“Used to be, technically. I’m done with that life.”

He cocks his head. His gaze pierces through you like laser sight.

Now there’s someone you don’t want to be trapped in a conversation with.

“So why are you here?”

You sigh. Too many questions, not enough fucking off to wherever sunny green fields he lives with his superhero friends in.

“I must’ve left my library card in here somewhere. You’d think no one would care that much about Tolstoy, but they do.”

“Do you really think this is the time for jokes, agent?”

You watch him as he tightens his hand around his shield, and moves his feet towards you a few inches. “Ah ah – I wouldn’t do that.”

He takes another step, and you narrow your eyes.

“I don’t feel like fighting today, so. Don’t.”

“Aren’t you done with the life? You shouldn’t be considering me your enemy.”

“Do you rehearse those lines or what?”

Cap clenches his jaw. It brings you a strange kind of satisfaction to annoy him. A small victory, knowing you can get to him like that.

Yet you still feel like you’re a gazelle being hounded by a lion.

There’s still a considerable distance between you, but you know he’s strong and fast, stronger and faster than you, especially when you haven’t trained properly in so long.

And Captain America hates HYDRA. He wouldn’t hesitate in kicking your ass.

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Come with me, and share your intel.” He puts his shield down, and you furrow your eyebrows.

He’s wrong. It always ends in a fight. That’s just how the world works.

“You might even get a lighter sentence.”

Of course. That’s what this was about: you giving them everything you know and then getting locked up. As a treat.

“I’ll pass. I do value my freedom, I’m sure you’ll understand. Considering.”

Gesturing vaguely to his outfit, you dip down to continue rummaging through the next box of files, even finding one with the 2006-7 New Year’s Eve Party planning, but nothing about your program. Priorities.

“I can’t let you walk out of this. I’m sure you’ll understand, considering.”

You snicker.

So much for having a good day with no headache.

On the wall to your left there’s an outlet. You put your hand over it, and the electric current floats towards your palm as if it was liquid. The lights start to flicker.

“What—” You hear Captain America stammer, and you chuckle. So blissfully ignorant.

He has no idea of the freak of nature you are. Well, not really of nature. You’re more of a synthetic made kind of freak.

More energy flows into you, and the room goes dark. You rise to your feet and watch electricity crackle around your fingers, illuminating your face with a blue glow. You don’t see the Captain anymore, but you do see the glint of the shield as it’s being lifted up.

You’re sure he sees you, but he’s probably too stunned trying to process what you just did.

“Apologies in advance.”

When you extend your arms in front of you, palms aiming to the spot where you think he might be, you can’t see much.

After power flashes out of you, everything is clearer. The bolts light up the space between you and him, much narrower than you calculated, and you have to adjust your position so you can hit him.

He gurgles and shakes like a fish out of water once it reaches him, blinding blue and white encasing his body like a cocoon. He drops to the ground.

It feels like hot water in your veins until it’s burning.

It hurts, it hurts like a bitch, and as Captain America is convulsing on the floor your groans turn to wails. You haven’t done this in a while, and you forgot how much pain there is when the fuel starts running out.

You stop after a few seconds, dropping your hands at your sides, and stumble into a metal shelf when your balance falters. You could never stand using your powers for very long. But this time you don’t have to. Cap is immobile on the floor, only his eyelids twitching. Maybe you went a little hard on him.

You’d feel more sorry if he didn’t want to arrest you.

At least he’s alive. That’s something.

You taste something ferulic and wet when you lick your lips. Nosebleed.

One. Two. Three.

Your heat starts throbbing, and suddenly even the dim light is too much on your eyes.

There’s the migraine.

You were almost returning to your search when you hear the faint voices coming from his intercom. Cap? Rogers, over. Steve, you there? Over.

Rogers groans, starting to stir up. You had to get out of there, and fast, before the rest of his friends came to the rescue.

Fuck it, you could always come back another time. Or even go after those hackers already, because you doubted this place would be up for much longer, now that the Avengers knew of its existence.

You wipe your nose on the sleeve of your hoodie, grab your backpack and slip through the left exit, leaving America there to deal with his own future headache.

It took a while for Steve Rogers to recover his senses. He gained control of his eyes first, finding himself staring at a humidity stained ceiling. His extremities were tingling, and his insides felt like soup.

The burning sensation on the surface of his skin subsides after a while. His heart is racing, and he can’t really remember the last time that happened. Or why. Right now, it’s because he just got attacked by a human defibrillator.

Steve? What’s going on, Cap? Over.

He needs a minute to realize the voices are in his earpiece, and not hallucinations in his head.

I’m starting to worry, Rogers. Over.

He groans, rolling over. “M’ here. Over.”

Steve hoists himself up, thinking the girl must’ve fried his pain receptors, because his toenails hurt. And his earlobes, and his right leg. He shakes his head as if his ears have water in them.

She’s gone. For a second, he even doubts she was there at all, but there are footprints on the dusty floor, leading all the way to a door on his right.

Who—?

“Damn, you look rough.”

“What the hell happened?”

Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes show up through the same hallway he had come from earlier.

“I—I got electrocuted, I think.”

“You think?!”

Steve picks up the shield, panting.

“There was a— girl. She’s some kind of enhanced. Can’t have gone far. I’ll explain later.”

His body regains its normal functions as he’s trudging through empty corridors, Bucky and Nat at his heels. He still feels a little frazzled, but it could be worse, and he’s thankful it was him and his serum-improved body at the receiving end of the lightning.

It could be so much worse.

As it turns out, the girl is nowhere to be found, not a trace to be followed even after the trio splits up to cover more ground. Bucky insists Steve needs to be checked at the med bay ASAP. Natasha assures him that they’ll clear out the facility afterwards, even if she’s convinced none of the paper files have anything of relevance anymore.

The girl seemed to be looking for something in there, though, and Steve remembers reading frustration and dread on her wide, doe-like eyes.

She didn’t even look like someone who could be an agent, though due to the too-large hoodie she wore there wasn’t much to analyze anyway. That gets him intrigued.

Steve has a hard time letting go of things. Especially open-ended things. He spent nearly two weeks obsessing over the ending of Blade Runner, because he needed a goddamned definitive answer.

He needs to know, like he needed to know if Deckard was human or replicant.

He’ll find her.

You can’t shake the feeling that you’ll be seeing him and his team again. Maybe they’ll hunt you down, since there was a big demand for ex-HYDRA people they could fill jailcells with.

Whisking away along a maze of corridors and endless doors, you manage to find a second vaulted door. You leave the whole facility undetected, hopping out a window and disappearing in a back alley.

Maybe you are a rat.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #enemies to lovers #emwrites

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and all this comes out after that bald fraud at ferrari publicly announced it was an electronic sensor issue! i can’t remember red bull ever risking their drivers’ lives and then forcing them to lie about it 🤔

(serious question: is this something ferrari can be investigated for? because it’s terrifying to think what would happen if there was no whistleblower)

i think fred shouldn't be fully responsible for the situation, especially at ferrari there are many other people making decisions.

not sure if ferrari can be investigated for it, the information seems to be a leak from an insider (could be discussed it was leaked by charles' team for more public sympathy // pressure on ferrari), ferrari basically stated in their race report what went wrong and called it a reliability problem: "As mentioned, Charles was unable to race because of an issue on his SF-23 which cut the engine and sent him into the barriers"

they, however, did not mention what could have happened with the car he had, which the leaked information included: "After five turns during the formation lap, the electronic self-protection system detected a completely abnormal value and shut everything down. If this had not happened, if the engine had not been immediately shut down by the system, it would have exploded a few meters later"

so they basically just did not tell the whole story, which now made its way to the press. not sure if it's going to be investigated, because for these issues with cars, the self protection system worked at the end of the day and no one got in danger.

however, it's a situation to learn from and charles definitely didn't take it well and it's going to impact his future trust with his current team

#lestappen gate 2023 #charles leclerc

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Debridement

By Michael S. Harper

Debridement

Black men are oaks cut down. Congressional Medal of Honor Society United States of America chartered by Congress, August 14, 1958; this certifies that STAC John Henry Louis is a member of this society. “Don’t ask me anything about the medal. I don’t even know how I won it.” Debridement: The cutting away of dead or contaminated tissue from a wound to prevent infection. America: love it or give it back.

Corktown

Groceries ring

in my intestines:

grits aint groceries

eggs aint poultry

Mona Lisa was a man:

waltzing in sawdust

I dream my cards

has five holes in it,

up to twenty holes;

five shots out of seven

beneath the counter;

surrounded by detectives

pale ribbons of valor

my necklace of bullets

powdering the operating table.

Five impaled men loop their ribbons

’round my neck

listening to whispers of valor:

“Honey, what you cryin’ ’bout?

You made it back.”

Caves

Four M-48 tank platoons ambushed

near Dak To, two destroyed:

the Ho Chi Minh Trail boils,

half my platoon rockets

into stars near Cambodia,

foot soldiers dance from highland woods

taxing our burning half:

there were no caves for them to hide.

We saw no action,

eleven months twenty-two days

in our old tank

burning sixty feet away:

I watch them burn inside out:

hoisting through heavy crossfire,

hoisting over turret hatches,

hoisting my last burning man

alive to the ground,

our tank artillery shells explode

killing all inside:

hoisting blown burned squad

in tank’s bladder,

plug leaks with cave blood:

there were no caves for them to hide—

In the Projects

Slung basketballs at Jeffries

House with some welfare kids

weaving in their figure eight hunger.

Mama asked if I was taking anything?

I rolled up my sleeves:

no tracks, mama:

“black-medal-man ain’t street-poisoned,”

militants called:

“he’s an electronic nigger!”

“Better keep electronic nigger 'way.”

Electronic Nigger?

Mama, unplug me, please.

A White Friend Flies In from the Coast

Burned—black by birth,

burned—armed with .45,

burned—submachine gun,

burned—STAC hunted VC,

burned—killing 5-20,

burned—nobody know for sure;

burned—out of ammo,

burned—killed one with gun-stock,

burned—VC AK-47 jammed,

burned—killed faceless VC,

burned—over and over,

burned—STAC subdued by three men,

burned—three shots: morphine,

burned—tried killing prisoners,

burned—taken to Pleiku,

burned—held down, straitjacket,

burned—whites owe him, hear?

burned—I owe him, here.

Mama’s Report

“Don’t fight, honey,

don’t let ’em catch you.”

Tour over, gear packed,

hospital over, no job.

“Aw man, nothin' happened,”

explorer, altar boy—

Maybe it’s ’cause they killed people

and don’t know why they did?

My boy had color slides of dead people,

stacks of dead Vietnamese.

MP’s asked if he’d been arrested

since discharge, what he’d been doin’:

“Lookin’ at slides,

looking’ at stacks of slides, mostly.”

Fifteen minutes later a colonel called

from the Defense Department, said he’d won the medal;

could he be in Washington with his family,

maybe he’d get a job now; he qualified.

The Democrats had lost, the president said;

there were signs of movement in Paris:

Fixing Certificates: Dog Tags: Letters Home

Our heliteam had mid-air blowout

dropping flares—5 burned alive.

The children carry hand

grenades to and from piss tubes.

Staring at tracer bullets

rice is the focal point of war.

On amphibious raid, our heliteam

found dead VC with maps of our compound.

On morning sick call you unzip;

before you piss you get a smear.

“VC reamed that mustang a new asshole”—

even at movies: “no round-eye pussy no more”—

Tympanic membrane damage: high gone—

20-40 db loss mid-frequencies.

Scrub-typhus, malaria, dengue fever, cholera;

rotting buffalo, maggoted dog, decapped children.

Bangkok: amber dust, watches, C-rations,

elephanthide billfolds, cameras, smack.

Sand&tinroof bunkers, 81/120 mm:

“Health record terminated this date by reason of death.”

Vaculoated amoeba, bacillary dysentery, hookworm;

thorazine, tetracycline, darvon for diarrhea.

'Conitus’: I wanna go home to mama;

Brown’s mixture, ETH with codeine, cortisone skin-creams.

Written on helipad fantail 600 bed Repose;

“no purple heart, hit by ’nother marine.”

“Vascular repair, dissection, debridement”:

sharp bone edges, mushy muscle, shrapnel: stainless bucket.

Bodies in polyethylene bag: transport:

'Tan San Nhat Mortuary’

Blood, endotracheal tube, prep

abdomen, mid-chest to scrotum—

“While you’re fixin' me doc,

can you fix them ingrown hairs on my face?”

“They didn’t get my balls, did they?”

50 mg thorazine—“Yes they did, marine!”

Street-Poisoned

Swans loom on the playground

swooning in the basket air,

the nod of their bills

in open flight, open formation.

Street-poisoned, a gray mallard

skims into our courtyard with a bag:

And he poisons them—

Electronic-nigger-recruiter,

my pass is a blade

near the sternum

cutting in:

you can make this a career.

Patches itch on my chest and shoulders—

I powder them with phisohex

solution from an aerosol can:

you can make this a career.

Pickets of insulin dab the cloudy

hallways in a spray.

Circuits of change

march to an honor guard—

I am prancing:

you can make this a career.

Makin’ Jump Shots

He waltzes into the lane

’cross the free-throw line,

fakes a drive, pivots,

floats from the asphalt turf

in an arc of black light,

and sinks two into the chains.

One on one he fakes

down the main, passes

into the free lane

and hits the chains.

A sniff in the fallen air—

he stuffs it through the chains

riding high:

“traveling” someone calls—

and he laughs, stepping

to a silent beat, gliding

as he sinks two into the chains.

Debridement: Operation Harvest Moon: On Repose

The sestina traces a circle in language and body.

Stab incision below nipple,

left side; insert large chest tube;

sew to skin, right side;

catch blood from tube

in gallon drain bottle.

Wash abdomen with phisohex;

shave; spray brown iodine prep.

Stab incision below sternum

to symphis pubis

catch blood left side;

sever reddish brown spleen

cut in half; tie off blood supply;

check retroperitoneal,

kidney, renal artery bleeding.

Dissect lateral wall

abdominal cavity; locate kidney;

pack colon, small intestine;

cut kidney; suture closely;

inch by inch check bladder,

liver, abdominal wall, stomach:

25 units blood, pressure down.

Venous pressure: 8; lumbar

musculature, lower spinal column

pulverized; ligate blood vessels,

right forearm; trim meat, bone ends;

tourniquet above fracture, left arm;

urine, negative: 4 hours; pressure

unstable; remove shrapnel flecks.

Roll on stomach; 35 units blood;

pressure zero; insert plastic blood

containers, pressure cuffs; pump chest

drainage tube; wash wounds sterile

saline; dress six-inch ace wraps;

wrap both legs, toe to groin; left arm

plaster, finger to shoulder: 40 units blood.

Pressure, pulse, respiration up;

remove bloody gowns; scrub; redrape;

5 cc vitamin K; thorazine: sixth

laparotomy; check hyperventilation;

stab right side incision below nipple;

insert large chest tube; catch blood drain bottle ...

The Family of Debridement

Theory: Inconvenienced subject will return to hospital

if loaned Thunderbird

Withdrawn. Hope: Subject returns,

Treatment:

Foreclosure for nine months unpaid mortgage;

wife tells subject hospital wants deposit,

Diseased cyst removal:

'Ain’t you gonna give me a little kiss good-bye’

Subject-wife: To return with robe and curlers—

Subject tells friend he’ll pay $15 to F’s stepfather

if he’ll drive him to pick up money owed him.

“This guy lives down the street,

I don’t want him to see me coming.”

“It looked odd for a car filled with blacks

to be parked in the dark in a white neighborhood,

so we pulled the car out under a streetlight

so everybody could see us.”

Store manager: “I first hit him with two bullets

so I pulled the trigger until my gun was empty.”

“I’m going to kill you, you white MF,” store manager

told police. Police took cardload, F and F’s parents for

further questioning. Subject died on operating table: 5 hrs:

Subject buried on grass slope, 200 yards

east of Kennedy Memorial,

overlooking Potomac and Pentagon,

to the south,

Arlington National Cemetery.

Army honor guard

in dress blues,

carried out assignment

with precision:

#poem #poetry #poet #black history month #black history #black poet society #michael harper

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2JCIE-EV01-FT1: The Wizard’s Multi-Sensor Marauder’s Map

In the dimly lit workshops of Muggle IoT engineers, where data flows like enchanted ink and circuits whisper secrets only a Parselmouth could decode, there exists a device of unparalleled cunning — the 2JCIE-EV01-FT1 Sensor Board. Like the Marauder’s Map of the electronics realm, it reveals hidden truths of temperature, motion, and air with a flick of its I2C wand. Let’s unravel its arcane prowess.

Chapter 1: The Sorting Hat’s Sensor Army

The 2JCIE-EV01-FT1 is no ordinary Probe Charm. Crafted by the Omron Order of Sensor-Masters, this 6-in-1 marvel channels six elemental forces: heat (Incendio), moisture (Aguamenti), light (Lumos), motion (Locomotor), air purity (Anapneo), and pressure (Deprimo). Its core? A Qwiic-enabled spine, swifter than a Firebolt’s acceleration.

Why it outwits the Muggle-made:

Basic Sensor Kits: Clumsy as a flobberworm in Flourish & Blotts — why juggle six boards when one Portkey suffices?

Lab Gear: Pricier than a Nimbus 2001 and twice as cryptic. Requires a Half-Blood Prince manual to operate.

Chapter 2: The Triwizard Trials of IoT

1. Defending the Chamber of Comfort (Smart Homes): When your AC groans like a trapped Cornish Pixie, the 2JCIE casts Glacius to freeze sweat-inducing heat. Motion-triggered lights? Brighter than a Stupefy spell at midnight.

2. The Forbidden Factory (Industry 4.0): Detects machine vibrations wilder than a Hippogriff’s tantrum. Stops toxic gas leaks before they mimic a Slytherin’s prank.

3. The Quidditch Pitch of Outdoor Survival: Predict storms faster than a Seeker spots the Snitch. Survives rain fiercer than a Dementor’s drizzle.

The Weasley Twins’ Specs Scroll

Metric 2JCIE-EV01-FT1 Muggle Alternatives Sensor Count 6 (Six Horcruxes of data) 1 (A lone Muggle thermometer) Ease of Use “Wingardium Leviosa simple” “Requires a Time-Turner to troubleshoot” Durability -54°C to +121°C (Dragon-proof) Melts faster than a Chocolate Frog

The Dark Arts (Limitations)

No Owl Post Alerts: Cannot send Howlers when CO2 spikes (yet).

Too Honest for Slytherin: Exposes your “burrito air” secrets without remorse.

The Prophecy of IoT Dominance

Hogwarts 2.0 (Smart Cities): Pair this board with Legilimens-grade AI to predict energy waste before Trelawney hiccups a prophecy.

Order of the Phoenix (Mars Colonies): NASA tests it on rovers — because even Martians need air quality checks (and drama-free sensor wiring).

Epilogue: A Spellbinding Choice To ignore the 2JCIE is to let chaos reign like Peeves in the Great Hall. As Dumbledore mused: “It takes a great deal of bravery to use six sensors… but even more to admit you need only one.”

References

Advanced Divination for Data Wizards (Ministry of IoT, 2024)

The Tales of Beedle the Sensor-Maker (Hogwarts Press)

Hogwarts: A History of Enchanted Prototyping (Weasleys’ Workshop Editions)

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L3Harris will modernize the electronic warfare system of the U.S. Navy F/A-18

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 11/03/2023 - 16:00 in Military

L3Harris Technologies won a contract with the U.S. Navy to continue developing advanced systems to modernize electronic warfare (EW) capabilities in F/A-18 Super Hornet aircraft, improving pilot protection against emerging and future threats.

L3Harris will develop a next-generation EW system under the $80 million contract for the U.S. Navy's F/A-18E/F Super Hornet fleet. It is one of the two companies selected for the initial contract of the prototype. The final decision for subsequent development and production contracts is scheduled for 2026.

“L3Harris is developing the advanced EW system to boost the success of the mission and ensure that naval aviators are protected in the coming years,” said Ed Zoiss, President, Space and Airborne Systems, L3Harris. "This award is based on decades of providing EW systems to the Navy, and we are excited that our technology is protecting pilots in dangerous situations while allowing them to dominate potential opponents."

The advanced L3Harris system will feature an integrated electronic support measure and an electronic attack system, providing immediate threat detection in all relevant radio frequency bands. With a modular open systems approach and a design compatible with open mission systems, this innovation allows crews to easily insert new and updated technology, saving time and reducing costs.

L3Harris has been providing innovative EW capabilities for F/A-18 for more than two decades. The company has also been providing these resources for more than 60 years to the U.S. Air Force and other allied air services around the world.

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PC Engine - DEAD OF THE BRAIN 1 & 2

Title: DEAD OF THE BRAIN 1 & 2 / デッド・オブ・ザ・ブレイン１＆２

Developer: Fairytale / Kindle Imagine Develop / Spiel

Publisher: NEC Home Electronics

Release date: 3 June 1999

Catalogue No.: HECD5024

Genre: Digital Comic

Format: Super CD-ROM2

There is something so cool about playing video games that serve as the final game release for any platform. They serve as a final chapter for any video game console and as an ending to that console's life. Anyway, backstory. I remember watching one of a few zombie-themed Eddsworld episodes [and WTFuture] and watching movies of such ilk, and thought "What if someone made a game combining the two elements?" and set about on a quest to find any video game that would fit the bill for me, until eventually I found this.

So, what is Dead of the Brain 1&2? Well, it's a PC Engine conversion of two digital comics that originally appeared on the PC-98. It's especially a strange release! First of all, despite being a PC Engine Super CD release, and the PC Engine itself dating its way back to 1987, this game was somehow released on June 3rd, **1999**. This was the same year the Sega Dreamcast was on the way to a global release, hype for the PlayStation 2 was building up, and this was the year before the Sega Saturn would be laid to rest. It turns out that this PC Engine CD release was announced as Dead of the Brain 2 for the PC-9801 was released in 1993. By the time it was announced and ready for a release though, the PC Engine had already started to decline in popularity and mind share with the Japanese public, and thus the release of Dead of the Brain 1 & 2 was cancelled. Where most cancelled games eventually rot in a hard drive somewhere or its betas get leaked out, this is not the case here. Instead of being cancelled with no way to play it, it was eventually rescued by NEC Home Electronics for one final release on one fateful day on the 3rd of June 1999, in extremely limited quantities. Also, this game was only ever sold in two retail stores in Japan, both of them being Sofmap and Messe Sanoh stores, one of which (Messe Sanoh) does not exist anymore.

Anyway back to the game. The first game in this disc is called "Nightmare Collection ~ Dead of the Brain: Day of the Living Dead", and is themed around a scientist who tripped and fell onto the ground of a cemetery during an escape from a zombie outbreak which leads to a zombie takeover of the world. The second game is "Nightmare Collection ~ Dead of the Brain 2" whose plot is a fusion of Dead of the Brain 1, mixed with a bit of Snatcher for good measure. Both games play the exact same way - a portion of the screen is dedicated to the animation, and another portion is dedicated to the user interface. It kinda reminds me of the Psychic Detective Series of games, though I say this game is definitely more appealing to my taste.

Also, I found the Stephen King name-drop reference to be hilarious. Stephen King is well known as the "King of Horror", and this game actually takes influence from Stephen King's 1983 novel 'Pet Sematary' so it would be fitting for NEC to include that reference as tongue-in-cheek as it was.

Overall, if you can find it, I can recommend getting a copy of this game. It's stupidly expensive now too, and I wonder why. Maybe its rarity had to do with it, what with it being a limited release.

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Signs Your Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter Needs Replacement

n Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter is a crucial component in ensuring the smooth operation of your vehicle’s engine. It monitors the oil pressure and sends this information to the car's electronic control unit (ECU), allowing you to stay informed about the engine's health. One popular model, the 64279-004-1, is known for its reliability, but even the best parts can wear out over time. Here are some key signs that your engine oil pressure transmitter needs replacement.

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The oil pressure warning light on your dashboard is designed to alert you when there’s a problem with your engine’s oil pressure. If this light comes on frequently or stays illuminated, it’s a strong indication that your 64279-004-1 Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter might be malfunctioning. Ignoring this warning can lead to serious engine damage.

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A failing Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter can lead to incorrect oil pressure readings, which in turn can cause inadequate lubrication of engine components. This may result in unusual noises such as knocking, ticking, or tapping from the engine. If you hear such sounds, it’s advisable to check your oil pressure transmitter.

4. Engine Performance Issues

When the Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter isn’t working correctly, it can affect the overall performance of your engine. You might experience reduced power, poor acceleration, or even stalling. These performance issues are often linked to incorrect oil pressure readings, leading to improper engine lubrication and increased friction.

5. Oil Leaks

Sometimes, physical damage to the Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter can cause oil leaks. If you notice oil puddles under your vehicle or see oil seeping from around the transmitter, it’s a clear sign that it needs to be replaced. Oil leaks can lead to low oil levels and inadequate lubrication, posing a significant risk to your engine.

6. Fault Codes

Modern vehicles equipped with onboard diagnostics (OBD) can detect issues with components like the 64279-004-1 Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter. If your vehicle’s OBD system registers fault codes related to oil pressure, it’s essential to have the transmitter inspected and potentially replaced. These codes can be read using an OBD scanner, helping you pinpoint the issue quickly.

Conclusion

Maintaining proper oil pressure is vital for the longevity and performance of your engine. The Engine Oil Pressure Transmitter plays a critical role in monitoring and regulating this pressure. If you notice any of the signs mentioned above, it’s important to address the issue promptly. Replacing a faulty oil pressure transmitter can prevent more severe engine damage and ensure your vehicle runs smoothly. Regular maintenance and timely replacement of worn-out components are key to keeping your engine in optimal condition.

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EMPLOYEE ID 2099-8114-3; 𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 Matias “Loch” Rojas 𝐀𝐠𝐞 47 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 cis man, he/him 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 Pedro Pascal 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 retired

PROFILE.

The lively and gregarious [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸] is a grassroot talent poached from the Dark Web after their electronic footprint was detected by our Foundation AIC personnel in the Infotech Department. The motives behind their cybercrimes to this day are unclear. They were purported to be a “microinfluencer” among cryptid conspiracy theorists online, though the account in question has never been confirmed. What started as a small investigation evolved into a game of cat-and-mouse trying to outplay [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸], who at the height of their digital heist attempted to create an unauthorized backup of all SCP files on SCiPnet and replace them with various AI-generated images of “Mothman and Dracula at Prom.” However, [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸]’s grand scheme came to an end, largely in part of our AIC personnel’s efforts. When detained and faced with punishment, they surprised the Foundation by begging to join the ranks. Due to their undeniable talent in breaching Foundation security, officials overseeing their case accepted. Now a reformed hacker on the side of good, we believe their first Foundation appointment to the�� analog environment of Site-φ can keep them on the right side of the Veil. A note will be made to the MTF Commander to mind [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸]’s chatty personality, however. Any leak of MTF Chi-00 can be fatal. — Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.

LAST ASSIGNMENT.

FREELANCER; an independent hacker involved with the Serpent’s Hand. Caught by the Foundation following a cybercrime spree of unknown motivations; previously taught an online computer science course called ‘Unlocking with Loch.’

INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.

𝐷𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐸𝐷. You hate military, but there’s something about this teammate that has piqued your interest. Maybe it’s all the crazy rumors — they’re practically a cryptid in your head. Is it true they once ripped a dude’s head off?! But you’re pretty sure they won’t take the question all too well. Doesn’t matter! You’ll probably figure it out one way or another. Those types are so bad with tech security...

𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐶𝑇 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅. They’re just so adorable — like a lost kitten mewing on the side of the road. They definitely don’t fully understand just how over their head they are. But, hey, all good! You have a wealth of information to share, obviously, and you’re giddy to give them the rundown on everything, as long as they give you the 411 on the things they’ve seen and heard, as well.

52 𝑃𝐼𝐶𝐾𝑈𝑃. You can’t tell what's triggering your spidey-sense, but this teammate is definitely shady. You’re sure that sniffing around too closely won’t end well for you. Still… if they are hiding something, who else would be able to dig it up but you? Everyone loves a good exposé. You know what they say: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

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Mastering Physician Medical Billing: Boost Revenue & Ensure Accurate Claims in 2024

Mastering Physician ⁣Medical‍ Billing: Boost⁢ revenue & Ensure Accurate Claims‌ in 2024

In the rapidly‍ evolving healthcare ⁣landscape of 2024, effective medical billing remains a cornerstone for maximizing revenue and maintaining a healthy practice. For physicians, mastering medical billing processes not only improves ⁤cash flow but‍ also reduces‌ claim denials, enhances patient ⁢satisfaction, and ⁤ensures compliance ⁤with ⁤ever-changing regulations. whether you’re a⁣ solo practitioner ⁣or part ⁣of a large healthcare organization, developing a strong grasp of the⁤ latest billing strategies ⁢is essential. This thorough guide will walk you through proven techniques, practical tips, and ⁣real-world‍ insights to help you excel in physician medical billing in 2024.

Why⁤ Physician Medical Billing Matters in 2024

Medical billing is the complex‌ process of translating ⁤healthcare services into billable claims that insurance companies or⁤ patients pay. Proper management of this process directly impacts your ‌practice’s financial health. The significance of mastering medical billing in 2024 is ‍amplified by:

Regulatory Changes: New coding updates and compliance‍ rules demand accuracy ⁣and attention to detail.

Technological Advancements: AI-driven billing software ‌and electronic claim submissions streamline processes but require familiarity.

Revenue Cycle Optimization: Efficient billing reduces denials and accelerates cash flow, positively affecting your bottom line.

Patient Satisfaction: Transparent, accurate billing ⁣improves patient trust and retention.

Key Components of effective Physician Medical Billing

to master physician medical billing in 2024,it’s vital to understand ‍each element involved ‍in the billing cycle:

1. accurate Medical Coding

Proper coding is the foundation‌ of triumphant claims. Use current ICD-10, CPT, and ‌ HCPCS codes to‌ accurately document medically⁢ necessary services.

2. Efficient Claim Submission

Leverage electronic data interchange (EDI) systems⁣ for quick, accurate claim submissions.Ensure all necessary documentation accompanies the claim.

3. Denial Management

Identify common reasons for denials-such ⁤as incorrect codes, missing ‍info, or pre-authorization‍ issues-and implement strategies to resolve them swiftly.

4. ‌Payment Posting & Reconciliation

Accurately post ⁢payments, compare expected vs. actual reimbursements, and address discrepancies immediatly‌ to prevent revenue leaks.

5. ⁤Compliance & Documentation

Adhere to HIPAA ⁢regulations, payer-specific rules, ‍and keep thorough records to avoid audits and penalties.

Strategies to Boost Revenue in 2024

Maximizing revenue through medical billing requires proactive, strategic⁣ efforts. Hear are actionable tips tailored for ⁣physicians:

automate with Advanced ‍Billing Software – Use platforms with features like ⁢claim scrubbing, automated denial management, and real-time reporting.

Invest in ⁣Staff Training -⁤ Regular training updates ensure your billing staff stays current with coding rules and payer policies.

Pre-Authorization & Eligibility Checks - Verify insurance coverage before appointments to prevent claim rejections.

Implement Clear⁣ Consent & Financial Policies – Educate patients on their financial responsibilities⁤ for transparent ‌billing.

Monitor‌ KPIs Regularly – Track metrics like claim acceptance rate,days ‍in accounts⁤ receivable,and‌ denial reasons for continuous betterment.

Practical Tips for accurate Claims & Faster ⁤Reimbursements

Stay Updated on Coding Changes: Regularly review updates from the american Medical⁤ Association (AMA) and Centers for Medicare &⁤ Medicaid Services ‍(CMS).

Use Validation Tools: Employ claim validation tools⁤ to detect errors before submission.

Maintain Detailed⁢ Documentation: Keep comprehensive records⁢ of patient interactions,⁣ diagnosis, and procedures.

Develop a Denial Management ⁢System: Create workflows for ⁣tracking and appealing denied claims.

Leverage Technology: Integrate EHRs with billing systems for seamless data flow.

Case ⁣Studies:‍ success in Physician‌ Billing

Case⁤ Study 1: Small Family Practice

A⁤ mid-sized family practice adopted an ⁤ICD-10 coding‌ training program and integrated an ⁣automated billing system. Within six months, claim denials dropped by 30%, ⁣and revenue increased by 20%.

Case Study 2: Specialty practice Optimization

A cardiology practice implemented pre-authorization checks⁣ and‌ a denial tracking dashboard. This ⁤proactive approach reduced denied claims by 40%, considerably improving cash flow and patient satisfaction.

My First-Hand Experience: Transforming Medical Billing in My Practice

Having ⁤managed‍ a healthcare⁢ practice for over a decade, I’ve⁣ seen firsthand how consistent training, investing in the right technology, and adopting ⁢best practices can revolutionize‌ medical billing. One key lesson was⁢ the importance of regular audits and staff ‍education. these efforts not only‌ reduced errors but empowered my team, making billing ⁤a seamless part of patient care. The result: faster reimbursements,⁤ happier patients, and a robust revenue stream.

Benefits of⁤ mastering Physician Medical Billing ‌in 2024

Increased Revenue: minimize revenue leakage with accurate coding and effective denial management.

Reduced ‌Claim Denials: Improve ⁣acceptance rates through meticulous claim preparation.

Enhanced Practice Efficiency: Streamlined workflows save time ⁣and reduce administrative burden.

Better Patient‌ Relationships: Clear, accurate bills foster‌ trust and ‍improve patient ⁣satisfaction.

Regulatory Compliance: Stay ahead of changing laws, avoiding penalties ⁤and audits.

Conclusion: elevate Your Practice with Masterful medical ‌Billing in ⁢2024

As healthcare continues ‌to‌ evolve in 2024, mastering ‌physician medical ‍billing is more critical than ever. From precise coding and robust denial‌ management to‌ leveraging innovative technology and maintaining compliance, each‌ step is vital for‌ boosting your practice’s revenue and delivering quality patient care. By implementing⁢ proven strategies, staying current with industry updates, and continuously optimizing your ⁣billing processes, ⁤your practice can thrive amid ‌the complexities of modern healthcare. Invest in your billing system today, ‍and watch your revenue grow while enhancing patient trust and satisfaction.

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Abstract This paper delves into the crucial role of withstand voltage insulation testers in ensuring electrical safety. With a specific focus on the LISUN LS9923 Programmable Withstanding Voltage & Insulation Test instrument, it explores the principles behind its operation, its technical specifications, and diverse applications across various industries. By analyzing its features, comparing it with traditional testers, and examining real – world usage scenarios, the importance of this type of tester in maintaining product quality and preventing electrical hazards is emphasized. 1. Introduction In the realm of electrical and electronic products, ensuring safety is of paramount importance. One of the key aspects of electrical safety testing is the use of withstand voltage insulation testers. These testers play a vital role in determining whether electrical products can withstand high – voltage stress without insulation breakdown, which could lead to electric shock, fire, or equipment failure. The LISUN LS9923 Programmable Withstanding Voltage & Insulation Test is a prime example of an advanced instrument in this field, designed to meet the stringent safety requirements of modern – day electrical products. 2. Working Principles of Withstand Voltage Insulation Tester 2.1 Withstand Voltage Testing The basic principle of withstand voltage testing is to apply a high – voltage signal, either alternating current (AC) or direct current (DC), between the conductive parts and the insulation of an electrical product. For the LISUN LS9923, it can output an AC/DC voltage up to 5.00 KV. When the voltage is applied, if the insulation is insufficient, current will leak through the insulation. The tester monitors this leakage current. If the leakage current exceeds a pre – set threshold (in the case of LS9923, the breakdown current range is AC/DC: 0.10 – 12 mA), it indicates an insulation failure. The AC withstand voltage test is useful for simulating the normal operating conditions where an electrical product is exposed to alternating current. It can detect insulation weaknesses that might not be apparent under DC testing. DC withstand voltage testing, on the other hand, is often used for products with capacitive elements, as it can charge the capacitors and provide a more accurate assessment of the insulation integrity. LS9923 Programmable Withstanding Voltage & Insulation Test 2.2 Insulation Resistance Testing Insulation resistance testing measures the resistance of the insulation material between different conductive parts of an electrical product. The LISUN LS9923 can output a DC voltage up to 1.00 KV for this purpose. According to Ohm’s law (I=R/V), by applying a known voltage and measuring the resulting current, the insulation resistance (R) can be calculated. The instrument has an insulation resistance range of 1.0 – 2000 MΩ. A high insulation resistance value indicates good insulation quality, while a low value may suggest insulation degradation or contamination. 3. Technical Specifications of LISUN LS9923 Withstand Voltage Insulation Tester Test Type Parameter Specification Withstanding Voltage Output Voltage Range AC/DC Max 5.00 KV Output Voltage Accuracy ± (2%+3bits) Breakdown Current Range AC/DC: 0.10 – 12 mA Test Time 0 – 999.9 s Output Frequency 50Hz/60Hz Insulation Resistance Output Voltage Range DC Max 1.00 KV Output Voltage Accuracy ± (2%+3bits) Insulation Resistance Range 1.0 – 2000 MΩ Insulation Resistance Accuracy ± (5%+3bits) 100MΩ Test Time 0 – 999.9 s The accuracy of the output voltage and the measurement of insulation resistance are crucial factors. The ± (2%+3bits) accuracy for output voltage ensures that the applied voltage is within a reliable range, reducing the risk of false – positives or false – negatives in the testing process. The different accuracy levels for insulation resistance depending on the resistance value also contribute to the precision of the testing results. 4. Applications of Withstand Voltage Insulation Tester 4.1 Household Appliances Household appliances such as refrigerators, washing machines, and microwave ovens need to be tested for electrical safety. The LISUN LS9923 can be used to perform withstand voltage and insulation resistance tests on these appliances. For example, in a refrigerator, the tester can check the insulation between the electrical components and the metal casing. If the insulation fails, there is a risk of electric shock to the user. By ensuring that the appliance meets the safety standards (such as those specified in IEC/EN 60335 – 1:2023/GB 4706.1 – 2024), manufacturers can protect consumers from potential electrical hazards. 4.2 Electronic Instruments and Equipment In the field of electronic instruments and equipment, such as oscilloscopes, power supplies, and communication devices, the integrity of insulation is essential. A malfunctioning insulation can lead to inaccurate measurements, signal interference, or even equipment damage. The LISUN LS9923 can be used to test the insulation of printed circuit boards, connectors, and other components within these devices. This helps in maintaining the reliability and performance of the electronic instruments and equipment. 4.3 Electronic Components Electronic components like capacitors, resistors, and integrated circuits also require insulation testing. For instance, a capacitor with a defective insulation layer may short – circuit, affecting the operation of the entire circuit. The withstand voltage insulation tester can identify such faulty components before they are assembled into larger systems. This not only improves the quality of the final product but also reduces the cost of rework and recalls. 4.4 Wires and Cables Wires and cables are used to transmit electrical power and signals. If their insulation is compromised, it can lead to electrical leakage, short – circuits, and fires. The LISUN LS9923 can be used to test the insulation of wires and cables of different lengths and diameters. By subjecting them to high – voltage stress and measuring the insulation resistance, manufacturers can ensure that the wires and cables meet the safety and performance requirements. 5. Comparison with Traditional Withstand Voltage Testers Traditional (simulator) withstand voltage testers often use an autotransformer and a high – voltage transformer to perform manual step – up/step – down actions. This manual operation is prone to human error, and the accuracy of the applied voltage may be limited. In contrast, the LISUN LS9923 is a programmable tester. It can be set to automatically apply the desired voltage, control the test time, and make pass/fail judgments based on pre – set parameters. The traditional testers may also lack advanced functions such as remote control and sound – light alarm. The LISUN LS9923, on the other hand, has these functions, which make it more convenient to use in a production environment. For example, in a large – scale manufacturing plant, operators can remotely control the tester from a central control station, improving efficiency and safety. The sound – light alarm function can immediately alert operators when an insulation failure is detected, reducing the risk of further damage or safety hazards. 6. Standards Compliance The LISUN LS9923 complies with several international and national standards, including: • IEC/EN 60335 – 1:2023/GB 4706.1 – 2024 “Household and similar electrical appliances – Safety – Part 1: General requirements” • IEC 60598:2024/GB 7000 – 2023 “Luminaires – Part 1: General requirements and tests” • UL 60335:2022 “Standard for Safety of Household and Similar Appliances, Part 1: General Requirements” • IEC 61008 – 1:2012 /GB – 16916.1 – 2014 “Residual current operated circuit – breakers without integral overcurrent protection for household and similar uses (RCCBs) – Part1: General rules” • IEC 60060 – 1:2010 /GB/T 24344 – 2009 “High – voltage test techniques. Part 1: General definitions and test requirements” Compliance with these standards ensures that the testing results obtained from the LISUN LS9923 are reliable and recognized globally. It also enables manufacturers to demonstrate that their products meet the necessary safety requirements when entering different markets. 7. Conclusion The withstand voltage insulation tester, especially the LISUN LS9923 Programmable Withstanding Voltage & Insulation Test instrument, is an indispensable tool in the electrical and electronic industry. Its ability to accurately test the electrical safety parameters of various products, compliance with international standards, and advanced features such as programmability, remote control, and alarm functions make it a reliable choice for manufacturers and testing laboratories. By using such testers, the industry can ensure the quality and safety of electrical products, protecting consumers from potential electrical hazards and promoting the overall development of the electrical and electronic market. Future developments in this field are expected to focus on improving the accuracy, speed, and functionality of the testers, further enhancing their effectiveness in ensuring electrical safety. Read the full article

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