TEMPORAL FLUX: 'SMOKE AND MIRRORS'

July 30th, 1975, 1:45pm - Earth

          "Hopefully, Linteau gets the message." mumbled the lone occupant of the green Pontiac Grand Ville coupe as it trundled along the streets of Bloomfield Township, having just entered the area en route to a meeting at the Machus Red Fox, a restaurant he knew of that had been selected as the location for a meeting he was attending. 
          The heavy automobile was on Franklin Road heading south, before coming up to the intersection with Long Lake Road. The driver of the coupe signalled left before stopping for the traffic light, and turned onto the thouroughway, intending to use it only as far as it's connection with Telegraph Road in which he would take all the way to the restaurant. The traffic light went green, with the coupe proceeded east now. After passing a parking lot and a couple of buildings, there was a brief length of the road that had tall trees on either side. Traffic was almost non-existant at the moment, with most people at work during the day.
          As the vehicle approached the treed section, something unexpected suddenly happened right in front of it. A swirling blue vortex of shimmering energy suddenly appeared directly in the car's path, the driver unable to swerve or slow down to avoid it.
          "What the hell--" was all he was able to utter as the vehicle was enveloped by the strange phenomena before both it and the car disappeared into thin air, and all in matter of a few seconds or less. No trace of either was left behind for anyone else that might have been around to catch a glimpse of it, almost as if it were never there to begin with.

December 8th, 2675, 3:37pm - Moon

          Having some much needed down time in the middle of the day. Agent Red sat comfortably in his quarters on a small couch not far from the door, wearing his off-duty grey jumpsuit. He went over lists and some information on a datapad that he was holding, trying to make sense out of a past mission that he had asked Agent Six about, who was gracious enough to get him the full report on it so he could learn from the mission in case he went on a similar one at some point.
          'I'm squinting at datapads while Six and Tessa are off enjoying themselves on some nice, sunny beach somewhere on Earth.' he thought to himself, noting how his friend and colleague had managed to call in two weeks of leave for himself and Lieutenant Rand so that they could enjoy their new relationship away from the Bureau for a little while. 
          Everyone at the Bureau was now aware of the two love birds, but it didn't bother anyone at all, especially Director Talon. Both Six and Tessa had kept everything completely professional while on duty, save the occasional wink or smile, and were quite responsible and polite off duty. Six had alreay enjoyed a great deal of respect from his peers, and this only made it grow further.
          Red wasn't too bothered, as after one week and a day, it had been largely quiet around the Bureau, with only one minor temporal incursion that he was called to deal with, which he did in a very efficient manner. Everything had gone quiet smoothly, causing him to focus on the positives and stay quite content during Six's absense.
          'Could be worse.' 
          He pored over a few more paragraphs on the datapad before putting it down on the small table in front of him, and getting up to get a cold glass of water from the synthesizer on the opposite wall. Just as he was about to give the unit his command, the comm chirped, and Director Talon's voice began to speak.
          "Agent Red, are you there?" asked the director.
          "Go ahead." replied Red, the Bureau's communication matrix automatically connecting the two over the central system as he ran a hand through his short red hair.
          "Please come to the operations centre." said Talon calmly. "We have a new problem with the space/time continuum, and it's growing."
          Red raised an eyebrow before responding, wondering what had happened. He honestly expected the last week or less without Six to go by without any major incidents, but it looked as if he was suddenly wrong.
          "On my way, Director." he said, before hurrying out the door that slid apart just in time for him to leave, without having that cold glass of water he had wanted.

July 31st, 1903, 5:55am - Earth

          James Riddle Hoffa lowered his arms away from his close cropped black hair and round eyes slowly to see that the blue light whatever-it-was had gone away, but the street he had been on was gone, replaced by only darkness. He immediately switched on the car's headlights, and what he saw from the illumination startled him. 
          Gone was any trace of the asphalt road he had been driving down, now only a thin dirt road with thick forest on either side.
          "Where the hell is this?" he said aloud, almost as if expecting an answer somehow.
          Hoffa rolled down the window completely, and stuck his head out. He heard nothing but trees rustling somewhat from a light wind, and crickets. As his eyes became a bit more adjusted to the darkness, he could make out the sky brightening a little ahead, as the car still seemed to be pointed in an easterly direction.
          'Maybe it's close to being morning?' he thought to himself. 'Still, this doesn't explain how in the name of God where I am, and how I got here. I'm going to have to be very careful if I continue on, or at the very least, figure out where I am.'
          Hoffa realized the car had shut off, and started the engine to get it in motion once again, but this time slowly creeping along the dirt trail so as to not damage his vehicle unexpectedly, even with the headlights on. Something had definitely gone wrong around him, and until he could figure out what it was and how to remedy it, he would be on his own. He continued on, and dimmed the headlights before shutting them off completely before the sun came up, noticing that there was a break in the trees up ahead, and what looked to be a telephone pole or two on either side of the break.
          'Hopefully, that leads me outta here....'

December 8th, 2675, 3:42pm - Moon

          Upoin entering the operations centre, the main command and control room at the Bureau's vast headquarters located on Mare Crisium, Agent Red expected that Director Talon would be up in his office. Instead, his bright blue eyes were greeted by the sight of a higher than normal number of staff buzzing about the large, circular room, with Talon standing at the temporal scan console and working it himself.
          "You wanted to see me, Director?" said Red, announcing his presence as he moved over to his right and walked to Talon, who didn't even turn around from the large wall-mounted station, instead motioning Red to come look at the screen. The older man and his greying hair were hunched over the controls as well as squinting up at the vidscreens.
          "Something has altered time from this point," he said, pointing at the timeline progression shown as red and blue lines with points and time stamps on one of the screens. "And then has begun to remake the timeline at this point." At this time, Talon now pointed at the other screen, which showed a break in the fabric of time consistent with an unknown event ocurring.
          Agent Red thought for a moment. "Perhaps we're looking at a temporal anomaly of some sort? One that displaces elements of time backwards and forwards?"
          Talon nodded. "Exactly what I thought, but I wanted your opinion. You'll have to suit up, and we'll be sending you to the first set of time coordinates so you can investigate that anomaly and scan it before proceeding. Got that?"
          Red nodded. "Yes sir. I'll be suited up in ten minutes."
          Talon gave him a thumbs up, before heading off to his office. "We'll have the platform all ready for you, and the information keyed in. Good luck, Agent Red." 
          Red didn't respond, but rather headed off to one of the small ready rooms attached to the operations centre, a small room where temporal agents could suit up, and where their mission gear was always at the ready. Upon entering the second of two ready rooms, Red tapped a control panel on the far wall, which activated a door that slid upwards and revealed a storage rack that slid outwards with several different temporal suits and add-ons that he might need for any particular mission.
          'Scanning an anomaly shouldn't require anything crazy, but as Six has said on many occasions that it's better to prepare for anything, just in case. If all goes well, I can collapse this anomaly and restore the time line quickly.'
          Red put on his temporal suit of choice, made sure that the systems in contained were all up to spec and working properly, and finally checked the charge in his PSG was at full in case he might need it for some reason. With everything ready to go, including himself, it was time to get up on the platform and shift into the past.

          Once the shimmering red energy was gone, Agent Red made sure than his shroud -  cloaking shield that was built into his temporal suit - was activated and working correctly, so as not to be seen by anyone or anything from this time period. He tapped a button on the control pad located on his left forearm, and began scanning the immediate area. Within ten seconds, the computer had picked up the anomaly and was gathering data from it.
          The anomaly stood almost three times his height, was wider than the ancient Earth road it straddled, and was giving off more tachyon readings than any other anomaly he'd encountered during his time with the Bureau.
          "Whoa." he mumbled inside his helmet as he processed the data being shown on his visor's HUD.
          'This thing is sending huge amounts of tachyons just about everywhere in time, but it's also phasing in and out of a dimension. I'm surprised that it's taken this long for it to take something out of this time period and toss it somewhere along the time line.'
          Continuing to make scans, Red was careful to walk away from the roadway, and stood next to a tree on one side, out of the way of anyone that might drive past in an archaic land vehicle, or stroll past on something they called a 'side walk'. After an additional fifteen minutes gathering data and only watching two ancient Earth vehicles pass by, Red began to wonder why the anomaly only spiked when it did, and what it could have moved from this time period to another. Was it a solitary human or a vehicle that got shifted into the past? 
          For the answer to that question, he'd have to check in with Talon and report on what he found, hoping the director would know more and had a better idea of what had happened to the time line and why it was changing.
          Red opened a comlink to the Bureau. "This is Agent Red. I've completed several scans of the anomaly, and have data on it." he said. 
          A few short moments later, Director Talon responded. "What have you found?" he asked, anticipating new information.
          "This isn't a normal anomaly," started Red. "It's stuck between two dimensions, and ignores most normal matter until a random event. I don't think I'll be able to collapse it using the normal means without damaging the space/time continuum."
          There was a brief silence before a response came. "Very well." said Talon. "Return to the Bureau at once. We'll download your data and see what we can come up with before we proceed any further. Talon out."

July 31st, 1903, 11:55am - Earth

          The shock of seeing everything he had seen in the first couple of hours was wearing off very slowly, and leaving him with more questions than answers. Judging by the position of the sun, it was almost noon wherever he was. He didn't know what exactly had happened to him when that strange blue light hit his car, but he did know he wasn't in 1975 Michigan anymore, and that unnerved him quite a bit. 
          Hoffa had hidden his vehicle at an abandoned barn up the road, and continued on foot to try and figure out his situation. The horse-drawn carriages and men dressed in period costumes thought this was all a gag until he found a chunk of newspaper on the ground that listed the year as 1903, which left him stunned for a while, to say the least. He knew it should be impossible, yet here he was, in what looked to be the early nineteen hundreds. 
          'Stuck here, in what seems to be 1903, by myself, and.....wait a minute!'
          Hoffa stopped walking for a moment to ponder something. He had almost forgotten that back in - or now? - in 1903 was when his labour union, the International Brotherhood of Teamsters was formed due to the merger of two other unions at that - or this? - time. It dawned on him that he had a unique opportunity providing that this really was 1903. He could move in on the merger and get control of the Teamsters from the very beginning, and really turn it into a massive organization that wouldn't take any guff from anyone, and maybe even be big enough to sway som changes long before they first happened!
          'Those two other unions were a little disorganized, and when they merged into one to become the Teamsters, the power struggle to lead it was quite different compared to what I went through and how far I had to go. If Shea, Sheridan, and all those breakway fools could have been brought together properly and with direction from someone who could organize them much more quickly - someone like me - the union could be built up stronger, and much faster than it did.'
          Realizing the potential of tapping into the power that this idea of his presented, he had to work fast, and it would start by him acquiring some period clothing so as to not stand out in a crowd, at least not yet. He would also need to secure some transportation to get him to Chicago, Illinois, as his own car would attract too much attention.
          'The sooner I get to Chicago, the better.'

December 8th, 2675, 4:27pm - Moon

          "What do you know about a Twentieth Century man from Earth named 'Jimmy Hoffa'?" asked Director Talon of his temporal agent seated on the other side of his desk, who had just taken a gulp from a glass of ice water.
          "Well," began Agent Red, "Not much at all. Agent Six mentioned his name once when we were having a discussion about notable humans from the past, but that's about it. Is there someting I should know about this man?"
          Talon nodded slightly, and handed Red a small datapad that had been sitting on the desk face down for the time being.
          "Yes. He was an influential human that ran what was then called a 'union' of some great importance back in the mid to late Twentieth Century." he explained. "He was also the man that got pulled into that anomaly and sent through time."
          Red looked up from the datapad with a confused look on his face. "I don't understand, sir. There is a correlation?"
          Talon pointed at the datapad. "Keep reading." 
          After a few more minutes, Red made it to the part that told him everything else he needed to know about why this had become such a large issue to be resolved.
          "This Hoffa fellow disappeared into the anomaly a short time before his actual disappearance that was recorded in the history books." he mentioned, a look of astonishment now on his face to replace the confusion. He now knew the implications of the anomaly.
          Director Talon just sat there and pondered his young agent for a few moments, knowing that even though his experience was a bit less than Agent Six's, he was still more than capable to undertake this mission and complete it properly.
          "This Mister Hoffa has been tossed backwards in time and might just be responsible for changing history. The problem is, we can't deal with him until we figure out how to deal with this new type of anomaly, because if we don't, it might just keep sending him backwards in time over and over again."
          Red was amazed at this. A temporal paradox! I wonder how we're going to find a way to deal with all of this?'

          Annoyed at always being interrupted when he was busy working on something, the android in charge of the Bureau's research and development department whose name was Hammer, turned away from his equipment to see Agent Red standing near the door.
          "Is there a reason why you and/or Six always decide to pop in when I'm busy working on special projects and the like?" said the android, his bald almost featurless head glinting from the overhead lights, his white optics that resembled human eyes but were blank blinking once.
          Red chuckled. "Just once, I wished you were happy to see me."
          Hammer shook his head. "If wishes were horses, this lab would be full of them. What can I do for you today?"
          "Well," started Red, "Director Talon has sent me here to ask you about something you may or may not have for me that could aid in a mission I'm being sent on. I have a rather strange temporal anomaly to close before it causes any more problems."
          The android moved to a computer terminal on the wall of the spacious lab, and activated the screen, lines of data appearing on it with graphics and 3D imagery derived from the scans that Agent Red had made earlier.
          "So I've been told." said Hammer. "I've always had a small supply of what I like to call 'anomaly disruptors' for situations like this, but your new type of anomaly has required me to modify one of the disruptors to carry a higher amount of dispersal energy." he explained, before turning around and picking up a device off a lab tray next to him in the shape of a cube about the size of his hand, with grid patterns and a circular cover on one side.
          "You can use it like you would with the smaller disruptor, but you best go through the anomaly first to activate it, then drop the cube. If all goes well, you'll be transported to where that anomaly has been sending things, and it will collapse behind you."
          Red raised an eyebrow. "If it doesn't go well?" he queried out of concern.
          Hammer smiled faintly with his simulated mouth. "You'll collapse with the anomaly."
          Red grimaced for a moment before accepting the disruptor. "It is what it is. The sooner I get this to the anomaly, the sooner I can find that Hoffa person and fix the time line."
          "Who?" asked the android before Red could leave the lab.
          The temporal agent grinned. "Nevermind." he said, before the sliding doors admitted him back out into the corridor, now on his way to get suited up again and depart for another mission that would hopefully fix the damage in the space/time continuum.

July 30th, 1975, 2:15pm - Earth

          Scanners had confirmed that the event horizon for the anomaly was still right where it should be, and right where he had left it on his last temporal shift to this time period. Agent Red stood in the middle of the 'street' that the anomaly straddled, keeping himself on the yellow line so that any ancient Earth vehicles would pass with enough room on either side, as his shroud prevented anyone of anything in this time period from seeing him.
          "Let's do this." he said to himself, before walking forward into the anomaly. A great flash of shimmering blue energy came to life, the anomaly roaring into existance to admit his form as he walked a few steps into it, before dropping the cube right where he was supposed to. Reality all around him changed as the anomaly swirled and crackled before depositing him on a dirt path lined with trees and forest.
          Agent Red walked forwards several metres to be on the safe side, then turned and watched as the anomaly reacted violently and started to fizzle out of existance, but not before one final crackle of energy roared out before it all disappeared.
          "Hammer's disruptor worked." muttered Red, impressed at the device. Taking the time to look around at his new surroundings, he also quickly checked his shift chronometer on his helmet's HUD to see that he had been deposited in the Earth year 1903, almost three days after the last incursion due to the anomaly. 
          'Interesting.' thought Red. 'That anomaly doesn't seem to have a defined pattern, only that it sends whatever trips it to this particular year. Previous anomalies that Six and I have investigated were mostly random. I'll have to make a note of this at some point and do further research.'
          Unfortunately for him, he had a mission to complete at the moment, and started to walk off in the direction of the tachyon signature left by the last shift, which more than likely was the Hoffa fellow that Talon told him about.
          'I'll have to look that up as well.' he thought to himself. 'Must be an important historical figure to have the time line coming apart the way it is. I'll ask Six about this as well when he returns from that vacation of his.'

          It hadn't taken him long at all to adapt to his new surroundings, nor had it taken him more than a day to get into the union meetings and start turning heads and making friends. All the years in his own era defending his union from raids by the others, as well as slowly accruing the power needed to rise up through the ranks gave him the experience, while his matter-of-fact speeches and views were what brought everything together properly.
          His awesome knowledge of the unions and their histories were what helped him make immediate inroads in the last couple of days, and his command of people and ways to inspire them would help him become the new unified union president decades before he was supposed to, giving him access to the building blocks of power. By the end of the day, he would be the undisputed leader of the new union, and would begin to put things in motion that would consolidate power and start putting people - his people - into certain places well ahead of anything that had ever been planned.
          'An opportunity to change the world before I show up decades later to change to world.' he thought to himself. 'When the sun goes down tonight, I will have total control of everything, and I'll show those idiots Shea and Sheridan what they should have been shown in the first place.'
          Hoffa leaned against the stone building's wall and pondered it all, wondering how far he could really take all this with the opportunity he had. 
          'Hell, by the time 1975 comes around again. my son could be running this whole show and everything it might contain by that time.' he thought. 'This union could end up being so gigantic, that I could have every labour force in North America under it. Every worker everywhere on this continent could be a Teamster.'
          A smile started to spread across his face, almost made him laugh out loud, if it wasn't for the amount of self-control he had.
          'It's going to be a great day....'

August 2nd, 1903, 7:00pm - Earth

          Having calculated the direction of the tachyons left behind and where they travelled to, Agent Red had taken the liberty of shifting ahead two days in this time line, and picking up the trail as it led into a city called 'Chicago'. From there, he had tracked the tachyons to a large building in which his scanners detected hundreds of lifesigns from inside.
          As the tachyons were starting to disperse and he was seemingly at the end of the trail, Red could only assume that his 'Hoffa' fellow was inside and possibly up to no good. He could see from the outside that whatever was going on in there was important, because there were guards standing on opposite sides of the door, and his scanners told him they were armed.
          'Primitive projectile weapons, but still weapons.' he thought. 'At least I know something big is happening in there, so the only logical course of action would be to go inside and find out what it is.'
          A scan of the structure showed many entry points on the ground level, and several that were out of the way, so he decided to try one of them. The shroud would keep anyone from noticing his movements, while a door opening and closing by itself (from anyone in this time period's point of view) would be dismissed rather quickly.
          A brisk walk to the alleyway at the building's rear helped him gain access easily, as a service door had been left open, propped with a piece of wood. Red moved inside, and used the scanners in his suit to map the interior layout and take him towards where all the lifesigns were gathered. As he moved deeper into the building, he could hear voices getting louder and louder, and it wasn't long before he found his way into the cavernous main room where rows and rows of people were assembled, looking as if they were waiting for something.
          'Or, someone!' he thought, looking around the room to see if there was anyone off to one side or alone. His scanners suddenly chirped and displayed a small image on his HUD. A large amount of fading tachyons was opposite his position, in a room off of the main one that he currently stood in. Carefully making his way across without disturbing anything, Red arrived at a door that was partially open, and managed to slip inside without his suit touching, and stopped to see a man standing facing away from the door, as if he was pondering something.

          Jimmy Hoffa smiled as he considered a piece of art hung on the wall before him, trying to keep his thoughts calm before being brought out to speak in front of the massive union crowd in his bid to change history and the like. His era suit made him look rich and intimidating, which could only help him succeed further. Knowing it was almost time, Hoffa turned towards the door and straightened his suit, but noticed that the door was now completely closed.
          'Odd. I asked the door to specifically be kept open a half-width so I could hear what's going on in the main hall.' he thought. 'Perhaps I closed it without knowing, I'll just go open it again.'
          Just as he was about to take the steps foward towards the door, something appeared out of nowhere and blocked his path. It looked to have a human form, but resembled something mechanical, out of science fiction magazines back in his time period. Hoffa jumped back and was about to yell, when the being raised it's right hand which contained some kind of futuristic pistol of some sort and fired. The bolt of energy hit him in the chest and knocked him to the floor, quite unconcious.
          After performing a quick survey and checking again that the door was locked from the inside, the man in the suit picked up Hoffa off the ground and hefted him over a shoulder before tapping a few controls on his forearm. Both the suited man and Hoffa disappeared in a shimmering field of red energy that crackled for several moments before vanishing completely along with the two of them. 
          Someone outside the room in the main hall started to jiggle the door handle, and then began to pound on the door.
          "Mister James, why did you lock the door?" asked the unknown voice. "Mister James? Hello? Can you hear me?"
          When the man on the outside finally managed to loosen the lock from repeated pounding and jostling, he saw no one inside the room. It was completely empty, and he couldn't understand why Mister James was nowhere to be found.

August 2nd, 1903, 7:20pm - Earth

          Agent Red managed to shift both he and his 'extra weight' to the location where he had come across the man's car earlier in his search, and loaded him into the seat behind a device shaped like a wheel. Once the man named Hoffa was secured, Red stepped back and closed the vehicle's door before opening a temporal comm channel to the Bureau.
         "This is Agent Red. I've found the cause of the damage to the space/tiem continuum, and request that you shift an old Earth vehicle and it's ocupant back to the temporal coordinates I am sending you." he explained. "With the anomaly destroyed, this should repair the time line and let history unfold as it was meant to."
          There was a pause before an answer came back.
          "Good work, Agent Red." replied Director Talon. "We'll power up the platform now and prepare for a transtemporal shift. As soon as the object disappears from the time period you are in, shift yourself back to base, and we'll chart the final temporal mechanics. Talon out."
          "Copy." said Red, before closing the channel and taking several steps back from the vehicle. The tachyon transponder he placed inside the vehicle activated, and within another minute, the vehicle and it's occupant disappeared into a cloud of red shimmering energy, removing them both from the current time period and transporting everything forward (from this perspective) back to Earth in the year 1975.
          With nothing left to accomplish, Red tapped the coordinates for the Bureau into his computer and prepared to shift himself back to the future, resolving to read up on this Hoffa fellow the next time he was off-duty. His own ignorance on this person and how he fit into the grand scheme of history was perplexing, knowing that if Six knew so much about this century, then he himself should as well. With a shrug, he activated his time shift and vanished in small sphere of red shimmering energy that removed him from 1903 and took him back to 2675, where he belonged.

          After the shift was complete and he was standing back on the platform in the Bureau's operations centre, Agent Red quickly took off his helmet and powered down his suit, stepping down off the red shift platform and walking over to the ready room to put his suit back onto it's storage rack now that the mission was over. Just as he was about to enter the ready room, he heard Director Talon summon him from over at the temporal scan console.
          Holding his helmet under his left arm, Red made his way past the comm console and a couple other stations before going back up a couple stairs and right to the scanning area, standing next to Talon as he again pointed at the screen.
          "There were a few small paradoxes created when you removed that man from the earlier time period, but his reintegration with his own time corrected them." he explained, before turning to face his young temporal agent.
          "Good work on this one. If he would have been allowed to continue, there would have been many paradoxes and incursions, and I would have had to send you back in, not to mention a couple other agents that would have included Six. This could have been much worse."
          Red looked at the screen and saw how the lines in the graphic representing the time line were starting to straighten back out almost immediately, meaning that the space/time continuum was back to normal, and none too soon.
          "Just doing my job, sir." replied Red.
          Talon smiled. "Yes, but you do it well, and I'm thankful for that." he said. "Now, take off your gear and go get some rest. I'll expect a report at some point tomorrow."
          "Yes sir." responded Red, before turning and heading off to the ready room to shelve his suit, with the intention to get something to eat afterwards.
          'Of course, I'll have to visit the archive datanet on the way to my quarters first, so I can download some reading material on that Hoffa fellow and the two time periods he intersected so I can learn more about all of this, now that my curiosity has been peaked from going on that mission.'

July 30th, 1975, 2:45pm - Earth

          Even though he had suffered a quick bout of dizziness while behind the wheel way back on Long Lake Road, he had managed to shake it off and make it to the parking lot of the Machus Red Fox, but had been waiting for his contacts for a while. 
          Jimmy Hoffa had used the nearby payphone to call his wife at home and mentioning that he thought Anthony Giacalone had deliberately stood him up just to annoy the hell of of him because he could. After concluding the phone call, Hoffa paced the parking lot for a bit, and even took the time to chat with and shake the hands of two local men that knew of him and were happy to meet the Teamsters president for the sake of doing so.
          Just as he was getting fed up and about to leave, a four-door maroon Mercury Marquis Brougham pulled into the lot and drove to where Hoffa was standing. It had two people plus the driver in it, and after a brief exhange of words, Hoffa got into the back of the car and closed the door behind him before the car exited the parking lot and sped off into the afternoon.
          Hoffa looked out the window, as no one else in the car was speaking at all.
          'Funny how Giacalone couldn't make it, but three of his friends show up in his car to pick me up. Probably just some sort of werid coincidence.' he thought to himself. 'This meeting probably won't take long at all, and I'll be back at home in no time to grill up some nice steaks for supper....'

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