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Waking Up

A Collab Between Me and @Xandrya

Grayson slowly came to in his bunk. He blinked and lightly groaned as his body and mind woke up. His arm was wrapped around Amy's midsection, exactly where it was when they'd fallen asleep the night before. Within a few weeks of the battle in Sovereign's Valley, the 'secret' that the two of them had gotten together became public knowledge, and a couple of weeks after that, she moved in to Room 7, right around the time Grayson pointed out that the chilly draft she was feeling in Room 3 was likely due to the fact that there was still some lingering structural damage, cracks in the wall and so on, from the explosion in Arex's old room all those months before.

From the way she was breathing, Grayson could tell that she was already awake.
"Mornin' beautiful" he said.

"Morning," Amy whispered, sighing as she slowly turned to face Grayson. She gave the slightest frown as she started to recollect her dreams from that night. 

"I had another nightmare, one where we were both shot dead..." Amy trailed her hand across his side before she pulled herself a little closer to him. She then buried her face on his neck and used her nails to lightly scratch his back. 

Her voice was muffled, but she knew Grayson could understand her.

"But we're never going to let that happen, right?"

"Not in a million years love" he replied as he tilted his head to kiss her cheek, he snaked his arms up around her back and embraced her fully "A million stars could turn into a million supernovas, melt down the whole godsdamned galaxy, and we'd still be standing. We're too stubborn to die, you an' me."

"Wow, quite the poet you're turning into," Amy smiled, her mood suddenly shifting to a more pleasant one, "I like it, and I like seeing you."
She planted a quick kiss on his cheek before sitting up on the bed to stretch, the bedsheet falling to her lap to reveal she was wearing a simple white t-shirt. "I gotta go to the ladies' room for a moment but I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be here. Nothin' on the old 'to-do list' immediately jumping to mind, so I could just stay in bed all day, love for ya to join me."

Grayson rolled onto his back as she exited and put his hands up behind his head. He thought back to that morning a few months ago when he had woken up to find her staring deeply into his face. Immediately, he noticed the change, the focus on her face and the brightness in her hazel eyes. 

He came to the conclusion that somehow, miraculously, Amy could see him.

He jumbled and fell over his words, shocked completely speechless for a moment as he tried to ask her how. Finally, he managed to say it and she launched into her story...

8 Months Ago
The Revenant (with the Maelstrom attached)
Pre-Phase 3

"Ah there you are" Kira said as she walked down the hall of the Crew Quarters towards Amy "Been looking all over for you, can we talk for a second?"

"Uh, yeah, sure..." Amy said as she turned to face Kira, whom she guessed to be standing somewhere behind her. Amy wondered what she wanted to talk to her about, obviously nothing related to the mission as anything remotely serious would have been brought up in the debrief. So if the topic of the day wasn't work, then it had to be play, but it's not like she was engaged in fraternization...or was she? Either way, Grayson and her weren't exactly going around the ship with their PDA, so they couldn't have known...

But Amy was getting ahead of herself, obviously overthinking a small request. 

"What's up?"

"I just wanted to say, I was very impressed with how you handled yourself back there. You're a capable fighter, despite the obvious disadvantage. Thanks for having my back."

As she was turning to leave, she got an idea.
"Actually, there's one more thing" Not wanting to be overheard by anyone coming out of their rooms or any surveillance equipment, she stepped in a bit closer to whisper in Amy's ear "What if I told you there was a way to give you back your eyes?"

Amy stood still, somewhat in shock from Kira's words. Her blindness was incurable as she'd been told her condition was impossible to reverse. Either they were lying to her back then, or technology had come a long way since.

"You...can do that?" she asked, her face displaying a mix of emotions, mainly curiosity and concern. Amy did not want to be disappointed. She'd rather get the blunt truth than have people feed her little lies here and there. 

"Well, it would take some time, but yes, I believe its possible." Kira, seeing the look on Amy's face, quickly continued "Our doctor, Ian, could explain the process better than me. If you're interested in hearing him out, we can go see him right now."

"Yeah, of course. I'd be more than glad to hear what he has to say."

A few minutes later, Kira and Amy were sitting in the medical lab of the Maelstrom. The doctor, Ian Gudbranssen, a portly middle-aged man was talking as he shuffled around the room, looking for something.

"The procedure is really quite simple. The only reason it's technically illegal is because the company that developed the technology is headed by a particularly outspoken individual. He's very much so against the militarized state of all the galactic governments. Anyway, here's how it would go... aha there it is"

He stepped back towards the central table carrying a small metal briefcase, clicked it open and spun it around to show the contents- a syringe, two needles, a tiny silver ball, and a black box.

"This is everything I would need. You would need to go under anesthesia, a small dosage, but strong enough to completely kill the pain centers of your brain. I disinfect this equipment and we begin with injecting the little silver pellet into the cranium, this is a Nano-Imaging Control unit, it does a scan of your brain and eyes to determine where exactly the issue is and it makes a diagnosis. At that point, I pull the unit out and plug it in to my medical terminal to analyze the scans and begin programming the nanomachines. Inside this black box is hundreds of microscopic nanobots, they're what will be doing all the real work. Once all the data is analyzed and the programming is set, I simply have to do a pair of injections and observe for a little bit, make sure your body isn't trying to reject the nanomachines. If all goes well, they will begin working immediately from the second you wake up, however, the actual repair process will take several weeks or months before you begin to regain your sight, it will come back very slowly. Any questions?"

"The healing process isn't going to be too painful, right? I mean, it'll be extremely distracting if I have to go on a mission while little machines are working in there," Amy pointed at her head with a half-smile directed at Dr. Gudbranssen. "I guess I'd have to talk to Stryker too, see if he approves. You know how it is, chain of command and all...well, unless you have that covered already, you know?"

"I assure you, you won't feel a thing." he replied warmly. 
"I'll straighten things out with Stryker" Kira interjected "Don't worry, you're in good hands."

Grayson was jolted out of his reminiscing by the sound of the room door opening, Amy was back.

"Hey you" he said

Amy couldn't help but give a little laugh.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" she teased, closing the door behind her before making her way to the bed and climbing in it to join Grayson. She playfully pulled on the covers so he could let her in as she had suddenly developed chills and was seeking some warmth and comfort.

"I'm gonna use you as my personal heater now if you don't mind." Amy hugged Grayson, pulling him close to her as she buried her face in his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat and feeling his chest rise up and down with each breath. It was all so soothing...

Amy's mind then took her back into the past for some reason, when things weren't going quite as smoothly.

Six and a half months ago aboard The Revenant

It was late; everyone for the most part was asleep, aside from Amy. She had roughly half of her sight back, and even though she could see, her vision was blurry and dark, especially around the edges. As quietly as possible, Amy made her way to the kitchen but stopped just shy of the door when she heard voices, that of Grayson and Stryker...

" 'nother beer Stryker?" Grayson asked.
"Sure, I'll have one more" the captain replied, slurring his words ever so slightly "This is nice, you know? We haven't just talked in a while."
"An' that surprises you? Given what we went through back on Mirrovan?" Grayson chuckled as he popped the cap off another bottle and shoved it across the table "Surprised SAL and I made it out of there in one piece."
"Still on about that? That was over three months ago, let it go."
"I wouldn't have agreed to that Ferenian's terms so quickly, s'all I'm sayin'. I got things to live for now you know?"
"Like Amy?"
"What're ye on about?"
"Come on, months of this and you still deny it? Everybody knows about you two."
They both stared at each other for a moment before breaking into a dry laugh. Grayson took a sip as the mirth subsided.
"Yeah that.... kinda just happened."
"You care for her, like for real?"
"Well first off, fuck you, you're not my court-mandated psych. And secondly, yes, yes I do."
"I'm happy for you, seriously. I won't tell anyone. Just add that to the pile of things we keep between us."
Grayson nodded appreciatively as he drank. So here it comes.

Years ago, before all of this, Grayson and Stryker had crossed paths on a few occasions. Despite Grayson's long-standing hatred of teamwork in those days, their goals were usually aligned in such a way that it just made sense to go in as a pair, strength in numbers and all that.

Seeing Grayson's beer was empty, Stryker steered himself out of his char and over to the fridge for another round, he started to talk as he went, every word carefully measured.
"You know I almost didn't recognize you when I stepped off that shuttle at the start of all this? Seven years on, and here I was thinking I was seein' ghosts. Didn't think I'd ever see you again after Navath. And so, on that note, I have to put it out there.... You know now I was just doing my job right?"

Grayson clinked the bottom of the drained bottle in his hands absent-mindedly as he gritted his teeth and replied.
"So was I"

Navath?

Amy's breath caught in her throat. She remembered the name, but of course, how could she forget? It was not only one of her first missions, but the first time she had been seriously injured on the job. Her task was easy enough, and so she had been a bit careless in the preparation phase by reassuring that she wouldn't need backup and that the presence of any additional men would only set off alarms. But she couldn't have been more wrong.

"Those bastards..." she whispered. Attempting to remember exact details from that moment was hard, but Amy was pretty sure the voices she heard that evening of the men hellbent on ruining her mission belonged to none other than Grayson and Stryker. They were both there that night, and one of them had shot her.

SEVEN YEARS AGO
NAVATH

A bustling city-planet right in the heart of the Republic. At the height of its power, Navath was a crucial cog in the Republic's military industrial complex, making the planet's leader, Prime Chairman Jalk As-Nereean, one of the most important figures in the galaxy. Exactly the type of person liable to have multiple targets on his back at once.

Rumblings throughout the Republic spoke of a cabal of high-ranking military officers and political leaders who were disgusted at the recent signing by the Galactic Council of an accord that allowed the Human Military Alliance to continue to operate as an independent entity, rather than folding entirely into a new branch of the Republic. In time, these people, who met in dark rooms and signed allegiances in secret would come to be known as the Federation, but for now, they were nothing more than a rumour, albiet one that certain parties took very seriously. If the Prime Chairman of Navath stood with these people, they'd gain a powerful ally, and perhaps be able to advance the timeline of whatever plan they were cooking up by a significant margin.

The bounty hunter Stryker was hired by one of these interested parties. He had been hired to collect As-Nereean and transport him to a neutral location, presumably to brief him on the threat and place him in protective custody. Whatever the reason, he was needed alive, a fact that complicated the plans of the assassin, then known only as Maverick.

Grayson had been contacted by an anonymous benefactor who had contracted him to eliminate the Prime Chairman for a very hefty sum, nearly triple his usual rates for a high-level assassination, which were already lofty. He had sniffed out a peculiar accent through the partial vocal distortion effect when he had spoken with the client, putting that with the manner of speech, words chosen and whatnot, Grayson had theorized that his client was someone in the Galactic Council, or at least an aide to someone on the Council, and that they wanted As-Nereean dead so they could install a replacement who's loyalty to the Republic was absolute. No matter who the client was, Grayson had a job to do and a reputation to uphold.

Back then, a young Amy was prepping for the evening ahead. She had on a red, long-sleeve dress which reached nearly down to the floor. Her black, wavy hair, which fell to her lower back, was parted to one side. A few finishing touches on some light make-up and a couple of perfume sprays and she was ready. 

Prime Chairman Jalk As-Nereean was down the hall in the master suite, getting ready as well. Amy was to accompany him to a charity gala event which had been planned for months in advance. Knowing this information, Amy's father killed off As-Nereean's previous personal assistant so that Amy may replace her. Amy's job was simple: seduce the prime chairman and get him to join the Federation. But she had to take it slow, and tonight would the first step of many.

"Chairman, are you ready?" Amy knocked from an empty hall. She had ordered the guards to post outside all the exits so that they may receive a little bit more privacy without compromising security. Her room, as well as his, were the only ones on the top floor, so convincing his head of security to let the guards stay where they were was easy.

"Yes, Amy, come on in," Jalk called out from within. 

Amy softly opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind her but not necessarily locking it. She gave him a warm smile before walking over to where he stood. Right away, she dusted off his shoulders as she examined the rest of his tuxedo. 

"I say we can start heading down whenever you like."

The hard part was getting inside the Chairman's hotel without detection. Harder still was getting up there with his gear. Stryker had started his infiltration by taking the place of a kitchen hand. As soon as opportunity arose for Stryker to bring a food order to an upper floor, he smuggled an X-Ray proofed case underneath the silky linen sheet covering the food cart. Using the employee keycard the hotel provided, Stryker was easily able to reach the 199th floor, just one shy of the Chairman's private suite. From there, he walked about inconspicuously, still playing the role of simple kitchen boy as he looked for a way up.

At last, he caught a break. There was a guard in full armor, facing away from him just a few strides down. He abandoned the cart and rushed over, getting the drop on the guard, with a swift motion, his arms snaked around the guard's neck and squeezed. After a short struggle the guard passed out and Stryker dragged him off to a utility closet and began to pull on the guard's armor. It was a tight fit, but eventually Stryker was ready to go. He left the cart outside a room and took the case holding his gear. Using the security authorization assigned to the suit, he was finally permitted up to the penthouse level. A guard met him just outside the elevator.
"What are you doing here?"
"I have pressing intel for the chief, where is he?"

Upon getting the head of security's location, Stryker nodded in thanks and made his way over. Thankfully, the chief was alone and didn't put up all that much of a fight, not enough to draw any attention at any rate. Within minutes, he had the security chief stuffed out of the way and was wearing the man's armor. With purpose, he walked and rapped loudly on the master suite door
"Mr. Chairman, open up."

"Just a minute, please," Amy replied, knowing she had to act quick. 

"Go into your bedroom," she whispered, but Jalk flat-out refused, wanting instead to confront whoever was outside. "No, go!" Amy motioned for him to go to his bedroom, and even though he was aggravated at that point, he did as he was told. Amy then hurried to the door, although she didn't open it, not with the strange man outside. The guards knew better than to show up unannounced; that's why they had multiple communication devices they could use to easily get a hold of the chairman or his assistant. 

"I'm sorry, the prime chairman is a little busy at the moment, but I'll gladly take a message," she replied from the other side of the door. Jalk, being the individual he was, stopped to stare. 

"We've just learned of a grave and imminent danger against the chairman's life and need to evacuate immediately ma'am" Stryker replied without a beat. He'd practiced this speech in advance "As you know communications protocol goes out the window the minute something like this occurs, so the sooner you open this door, the sooner we can get the chairman onto that transport, so let's get moving miss."

Amy hesitated for a split second before she decided to open the door, even though her gut told her otherwise. But going against the man's orders would probably give away the fact that she had ulterior motives. "He's right over here. Follow me, please."

She turned her back to the man as she led him to the chairman's bedroom. "Mr. Prime Chairman, sir, I've been told there's an emergency and we need to evacuate. We need to go, now."

Stryker led the chairman and his assistant out of the room and towards the elevator, waving any guards along the way to fall in behind him, it didn't matter how many of them there were, they'd all meet the same fate. 

He stood in the back corner, ensuring he'd be the last to exit, the small unmarked case with his gear just behind his leg. Unseen by the others as they began to exit onto the roof, Stryker knelt and popped open the case to retrieve a stasis grenade, he immediately flicked the primer switch and rolled it out of the elevator right into the middle of the cluster of soldiers, Jalk, and his assistant.

"Grena-" one of them began to shout, but the stasis field popped before he could finish his warning. A shimmering blue bubble erupted into existence, freezing everyone caught in it's radius in place. Every immediate threat neutralized, Stryker took a moment to dig open his case and gather up everything else, his laser pistols, a compact assault rifle, and most important, a glove that allowed him to directly interact with his statis field without suffering it's effects. With one laser-pistol in hand, its settings turned all the way down to match a low stun-phaser, he reached into the field and shot everyone but the chairman once. When the stasis field dissipated in a moment, they'd all be rendered unconscious long enough for Stryker to call in his ship and whisk the chairman away. As the stasis field vanished, he turned the dials on his pistol back to their usual, lethal, settings and pointed it directly at the chairman.

"On your knees Mr. Chairman, hands on your head. I'm not here to hurt you, I just need you to cooperate.
"Whatever this is" he began softly as he sank to his knees "you know I'll pay double for you to just go away."
"It's not about the money sir" a lie "It's about saving your life. The people who sent me seem to assume that there is a legitimate threat against your life, they want me to bring you in to fill in the details. All the same, hands please" he flashed a pair of handcuffs briefly as he stepped behind the chairman and snapped them to his bony wrists.

Up above the rooftop landing pad, Grayson hung suspended between two taller skyscrapers on wires that were attached to his newly-acquired piece of gear, the Spider's Web. He had the Prime Chairman in his sights, he was just waiting on his suit's onboard targeting to calculate the perfect shot...

Down on the roof, Stryker cast a wary eye around the skyline, looking for any sign of his ship making an approach vector. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the glare from a sniper's scope and jumped forward, dragging Jalk out of the way just as a bullet whizzed by where his head had been a moment before. The delayed sound of the gunshot caught up to them and faded instantly as Stryker stood up and blocked the downed Chairman from view of the shooter suspended two or three stories above them. He reached up and pulled away the helmet from the pilfered security chief armor, thinking he recognized something about the armored figure.

"That you up there Maverick?" he bellowed "New toy?"
A pause and then.
"Aye, it is, got it for a real steal too! Ya alright mate?"
"Well, you know, could be better, what with you taking potshots at my bounty here. There's folks paying good money for him to be brought in alive!"
"Is that so? Cuz here I was bein' told that I put a hole in he's head and I'd be rewarded handsomely!"
"Well, seems like we have ourselves at an impasse.... wanna come down and talk about it? I'm gettin' a little bit tired of all this hollering!"

Wires shot out from Grayson's belt as he navigated his way down to the rooftop, never once did he lower his rifle. He'd crossed paths with the bounty hunter before, hell, they'd worked together a few times despite Grayson's adversion to other people. He couldn't see a clear cut way the two of them walked away from this encounter mutually satisfied.

Face to face, they spoke for a moment, but neither was truly paying attention to the other. Stryker was sizing up a plan that involved him getting the setting tuned back down on his pistol to incapacitate the assassin long enough for him to get away with the chairman's life. Grayson on the other hand, was listening to the little voice in his head, the one who's ideas were always tactically sound, and on this occasion, that voice was saying to simple shove Stryker aside with his rifle and right arm as he crossed his left hand over to draw his pistol and take the shot. He barely had time to make sure the exterior camera on his suit was recording so he'd have proof of the kill before he found himself doing it. He lunged forward, knocking Stryker aside with a wide sweep of his right as he tugged the pistol from his holster and brought it around, taking a millisecond to sight up and began to squeeze the trigger.

BANG

The shot was off by inches as Stryker managed to get his arm in and nudge Grayson's aim off. And with that, the two part-time allies found themselves in a grappling struggle that escalated into a full-on fight over the right to the prime chairman's life. Gradually they found themselves separated and trading shots at one another, too distracted to notice that Amy had woken up and was trying to get away with Jalk. Grayson was the first to spot the fleeing duo, and rolled out of cover, rifle already brought around. He barely had Jalk sighted up before he fired a single round towards them.

Amy lay on the rooftop, surrounded by the small group of guards who were also in the same position as her. She'd been stunned and was unable to move, and although she was somewhat conscious, her heart rate was drastically low. But she wasn't completely incapacitated. Ignoring the voices not too far from her, Amy tried to move her hand. At first, her attempts were futile, but she slowly started to regain control of her body. Eventually, Amy was able to sit up, looking behind her at the struggling duo before directing her attention to the chairman.

"We have to get out of here," she whispered as she crawled over to Jalk. Kneeling behind him, Amy pondered how the hell she was going to get the handcuffs off, but just then, the chairman motioned towards one of his pockets as if he was reading her mind.

"Reach for the key ring in my left pocket, it'll get them off."

Amy quickly did as directed to get the handcuffs off, and a few moments later, they got up and took off running as far as possible from the commotion that was going on behind them. With her adrenaline pumping, it took Amy a few moments to register the fact that she'd been hit. The force behind the shot knocked her off her feet, making her take a hard fall. The bullet, painfully lodged somewhere on the lower left side of her back, made the poor girl cry out in pain. The chairman stopped for a second to turn and look at what had occurred, and despite the fact that he wanted to save her, he knew he couldn't let himself get caught and instead, continued running. Amy reached for Jalk with a shaking hand, speechless, before she used all of her willpower to slowly drag herself away from the shooter. 

The shooting between Stryker and Grayson ended as soon as the woman fell and Jalk continued to flee. The details get hazy from there, one of them stayed behind to stabilize her condition, the other didn't glance back as he headed off in pursuit of the chairman. Within a week both men would look back on this job as a failure in some regard. Prime Chairman Jalk As-Neerean turned up dead, his replacement, former Vice Chief Council Fredas Va-Kareb's first executive order was a secret agreement to declare support for the Federation. When they went public, the Galactic Council's representative from Navath was among the loudest supporters. The king is dead, long live the king.

With the two guys back in the kitchen, Amy tiptoed her way around to one of the terminals scattered throughout the ship. Since she wanted some privacy, she went into the tech lab on the lower deck and used the computer there. Pulling on the chair, Amy sat as close as possible to the screen so that she may see better. She logged in using her credentials and immediately started working on the various firewalls to break through them and access the personnel files. Daniel Grayson, caucasian human male, 34 years of age. The file had a small mugshot of him next to his basic information.

Hm, let's see what you were up to back then...

Amy continued clicking away, going through multiple logs as they popped up on the screen. A few minutes had passed before she found what she was looking for: both Grayson, or rather, "Maverick" and Stryker had in fact been at Navath that evening she was shot. Amy wasn't so much shocked as the news as she was disappointed. Was it illogical? Sure. She didn't have any idea who they were back then and they didn't have slightest clue who she was either. Yet the thought lingered in her mind, and Amy decided to look a bit further into Grayson's past. 

She would go on to read less than ideal notes from his life, but there was no turning back at that point.

Grayson absent-mindedly rubbed Amy's back with one hand as she snuggled in close. This was a pretty regular occurance with them, her getting up first and having to come back to bed because she was too cold. He didn't mind it one bit, though he always swore that the next time they hit port or requisitioned supplies from the Alliance that he was getting her a pair of slippers so her feet wouldn't be like ice cubes when she jumped back in. 

With his other hand, he was tracing his fingers along the right side of his face, drifting them back and forth across the invisible line between the real and synthetic skin, one of many constant reminders of a job gone wrong five years ago. In a way, his recklessness that day was what led him to this very moment. If he had ignored that call, he probably wouldn't be here right now, then again, if that Bezengarr's claws had been a inch or so longer, he wouldn't be here either.

His eyes turned towards the small speaker mounted beside the door as it crackled to life. Stryker's voice filled the small room:
"Good morning everyone, welcome to another day in purgatory. I'm headed down to put together a breakfast spread, so in about twenty minutes, come on down to the kitchen, we all gotta talk about something."

Seemed like Amy had drifted off again, that or she was deep in thought. Either way, she didn't react right away, he reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it up behind her ear, that got her to look at him.

"Ya know ya always look a' me the same way when I need your attention? Even back before ya could see, when we'd talk while I worked on the repairs to yer gear. It's the cutest damn thing. Anyway, cap'n's doin' breakfast in twenty or so, says everyone's gotta come for a chat. We don't have ta go, if ye'd rather stay in bed, you know Stryker, if it's real important, he'll find us later an' fill us in."

"Well...I want to stay in bed but I'm also hungry. The great conundrum this morning..." Amy nudged him with a little laugh. "Come on, let's get ready. I doubt we'll have much to do today so we can always come back to bed later," she added suggestively before planting a big kiss on his cheek. 

"Well damn it Ames, how'm I supposed to eat when ya teasin' somethin' like that? It's all I'll be able to think about now 'til we get back here. Won't hear a word Stryker says at all because I'll be so preoccupied" he grinned as he returned her kiss. Still rubbing her back he continued speaking, voice barely more than a whisper.
"You know..... cap did say it'd be a little while, we've got time if ya wanted to fool around."

"If I wanted to fool around?" Amy glanced at him with an amused expression on her face. "That's all you men ever think about..." she smirked, her finger lightly tracing along the contours of his chest. "But yes, I would very much like to."

Grayson responded with a smirk of his own "Well, I'm happy to oblige."
He wrapped his arms around her pulled her up slightly and began kissing her.
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About thirty minutes later, Grayson and Amy walked into the galley, very clearly late for breakfast from the looks of the rest of the team's plates. Grayson could only smile sheepishly as he walked over along the counter and began putting together a couple of plates for himself and Amy.

"Mornin' everyone" he said as he slid a couple pancakes onto his plate "Thanks for doin' this Stryker, really 'preciate it mate."

"No trouble at all Grayson, glad you could find time in your busy schedule to join us" he said with a warm chuckle.

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