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Mason’s Legacy -

Chapter 4: Cold

WARNING: References to torture and violence. Non-accurate medical procedures.

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The clouds were beginning to separate, leaving a path for that dark blue sky, which was beginning to lighten thanks to the first rays of sun that were peeking over the horizon, even so, despite the fact that the clouds were beginning to leave, they still dropped small and delicate snowflakes that slowly descended until they accumulated on the ground, they fell so slowly that they looked like particles suspended in the air.

It was the first moments of the morning, it looked as if a blue blanket covered everything, as if someone had put a blue filter in front of your eyes. The atmosphere was cold and very silent. The only thing that could be heard was the howling wind among the remains of a battle already finished hours ago. The silence after the storm.

Clouds of cold condensation sped from Delta's nostrils and mouth. The dog was panting, sticking its tongue out as a sign of exhaustion, it had gone through the place over and over again, looking for its good friend, it was sniffing the floor of the corridors, the carpet, the rooms, the presidential table... looking for a little trace of the young woman's scent. The dog whined sadly, frustrated at finding nothing but trails that led nowhere. So it marched off again with the others.

When Delta found them, it put its head under David's arm. Looking for consolation

 The man was kneeling in front of the corpse of a bearded soldier. David stroked between the dog's ears, but his eyes were on the corpse, and his thoughts were elsewhere.

This was all his fault... he should have listened to his daughter... not parted... He tried to keep her safe, and the only result he got was the opposite. He was willing to sacrifice himself, hell broke loose on the White House a second time that night after Cordis Die, but he had seen hell many times before. The hell that he now feared burned inside his chest... Guilt, regret, sadness, frustration, pain... The same feeling he had with his father, with his wife, with Woods and now Abby.

He hammered himself with the same sentence over and over again as the lump in his throat tightened more and more until it strangled his heart until it broke.

If only…

The dog nuzzled David's cheek, sniffing in concern. Delta managed to get the man out of his thoughts for a few seconds. David smiled sadly and nuzzled behind the German Shepherd's ears again.

“Sorry buddy…Abby's not here…” David sounded like he was broken inside it seemed like he was talking more to himself than to Delta. He looked around, all the corpses of soldiers lying and strewn across the floor of the Oval Office, blood staining the carpet, each with their respective pool of blood. In a way, his heart felt relieved not to see her daughter's body among those of the soldiers, maybe he wouldn't be able to bear it.

“They were killed with a clean shot to the head… They must have been taken by surprise.” Harper was pacing the scene, knocking over a soldier with his foot. “Some have blast burns”

David got up, walked to the table where he had left Abby's things there, which he had previously collected from the room where they stayed that night, or at least, what little was left of that room. He took the jean jacket between his fingers and stroked the fabric with his thumbs. The clothes still had the scent of his daughter, the smell caused cracks in the man's heart and increased the feeling of guilt.

"Maybe they managed to run away." David mentioned trying to find some possibility that would give him hope.

Harper pursed his lips and shook his head slowly.

“The emergency convoy is still in the same place, they have blown it up.” Harper explained with a pained expression. He sighed through his nose and swallowed hard. “Hyenas are practically mercenaries, they were after the president and they probably took Abby too…they thought she might be of value. Maybe they thought she was the daughter of someone important."

David turned to his friend.

"So she's alive"

Harper was looking at his best friend with a defeated expression. He had given up hope of finding the young woman alive.

“Dave… I've seen those guys in action. I've seen what they do to their prisoners…" Harper pursed his lips and looked away. "And for all the love I have for Abby…I just hope they were quick with her…”

David looked down again at his daughter's belongings. Maybe Harper was right, better to be shot between the eyes than not be strapped to a chair for days. He stroked the jacket one last time before carefully folding it and putting it in Abby's backpack.

Harper sighed again. “There's a Wolves settlement on the other side of Washington, the few remaining renegades will have gone there. I will make a statement to the rest of the cities. We will locate the safe houses and bases of operations of the Hyenas”

Dave didn't need to hear anything else, he grabbed the backpack and the rifle. Harper stopped him by grabbing his arm.

“If we do this… If we take down every location of these motherfuckers door to door… We could put the lives of the President and Abby at risk. If they are still alive"

"I'll find her," he stated. "It doesn't matter if I have to pick up every bit of her." He slung the backpack over his shoulder. “I don't give a shit if I have to go across the country just to bury her. But I'm not going to sit idly by."

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Abby watched the scene before her with a strange tranquility. Like a perfectly performed play, so much so that it seemed almost real. Mom cooked that delicious stew that she only prepared when dad came home after a long time. She stirred the ingredients inside the pot in a rhythmic, circular motion as she tilted her head letting David kiss her cheek gently. Holding her from behind, rocking her body from side to side gently, almost like a slow dance moved by love.

“Don't ever say 'I told you',” Abby mumbled.

"You know I'm right." Woods responded by appearing at her side, as always dragging his wheelchair with him.

Abby laughed bitterly and shook her head.

“You are just an interpretation of my subconscious. I don't even understand why my head chose you…”

"If I'm just your subconscious, why didn't you listen to yourself?" Woods answered looking at the young woman.

"I tried"

"you didn't try hard enough"

David made his wife turn around so that she was now looking into his eyes. Alice laughed, rubbing off on David. They kissed tenderly, as if everything was fine, as if the rest of the world didn't matter at all.

“I don't even know if Dad's alive…” Abby murmured sadly, looking at the loving couple.

"Do you think he's dead?" Woods asked, looking in the same direction.

"Well... Now he appears in my dreams together with mom"

"Not everyone who appears in dreams is a ghost from the past that comes to torture you, Abs."

Abby gave a small smile but didn't say anything. They were both silent for a moment.

"Now you know what to do, right kid?"

Abby sighed shakily and nodded unconvinced.

"I don’t want to wake up…"

"You have to, you can't stay here all fucking day." Frank chuckled, teasing and trying to take the fear out of the girl's eyes.

But Abby didn't seem fazed.

"I'm afraid of what might happen to me... I don't even know where I am or what happened to me, Woods"

The old man sighed and put his hand on her knee.

“I know it's scary, but you have to face it on your own. You’re smart and stronger than you think. I will wait for you here."

A bucket of frozen water hit Abby square in the face. She woke up with a start, coughing and gasping for breath from the sudden rush of water through her nostrils. Her eyes were wide open, without even blinking she looked in all directions in panic, trying to recognize where she was, her mind was going so fast that she wasn’t even unable to process what her eyes saw.

"I see we're all awake!" The voice of an unknown man made Abby turn her head in his direction. "Perfect, we can start then"

Abby watched the man without even blinking yet, still trying to catch her breath and breath. The man had manic eyes, wide open and the pupils so dilated that you could hardly see the clear blue of his eyes. Gunpowder, dust, and dried blood stained his skin. From the way he moved, Abby deduced that the blood wasn't his, he didn't seem hurt.

Abby looked at her wrists, they were tied tightly to the arms of the chair she was sitting on, her ankles seemed to be in the same situation. The wire cut into her skin and circulation. She would try to move her hands to pump blood to her fingertips but it only made the sensation worse.

"We started the introductions without you. I hope you don't mind. You didn't seem to want to wake up, luckily we fixed that problem, right?" The strange good humor of that man gave the young girl goosebumps.

That subject walked around the room without any concern. Gesturing with his hands in a theatrical way.

Abby stopped looking at the man and took in who was in front of her. Bosworth was in the same situation as her. Tied hand and foot to a chair. The president had her head down. She had been beaten, perhaps tortured. Abby wasn't sure how long they had been here and how long the president had been through. Abby felt the dried blood on her forehead, perhaps from when she was hit in the head, she wasn't able to tell how long she had been unconscious.

She looked around, trying to recognize the place, perhaps planning an escape route. It was a large room, with no windows, only a small old light bulb hung from the ceiling and swayed, threatening to fall at any moment. Apart from the chairs and tables, the furniture was somewhat strange, there was a workbench with strange tools neatly arranged on them. But what caught her attention the most were the huge number of computers and screens that illuminated more than the sad bulb hanging from the ceiling. It looked like an old media room, with radios and microphones scattered across the tables. Abby cursed in her thoughts. She had to find a way to get out of there. Her eyes fell on a small pair of pliers that were lying on the ground a short distance from where she was, perhaps if she managed to pick them up... She gritted her teeth in anguish, but when she applied pressure with her jaw she realized that the USB drive was still there. . She had hidden it inside her cheeks as a desperate measure. She was very surprised that she hadn't lost it in her sleep time.

Suddenly someone yanked her hair back.

 "I like people to listen to me while I speak, you rude brat" the man's voice appeared very close to her ear.

Abby grunted in pain, but said nothing. She knew that if she spoke they would realize that he was hiding something.

The man was going to speak again but suddenly the metal door behind Abby opened. A pair of heavy boots were heard.

A second man entered the room, took it easy, and walked with slow steps. The man with the manic eyes was still gripping Abby's short hair, not letting her turn her head. What she could see was the president's face darken, her expression changed completely. A mixture of anger and fear crossed her face.

When the man appeared in the periphery of Abby's eyes, she caught a glimpse of the new arrival. Abby found it both curious and intimidating to look at. He was a tall man, middle-aged, with broad shoulders and a broad back. He was dressed in black, several dog tags dangling from his neck, jangling with every step he took. His head was covered by a hood and part of his face was hidden by a black gas mask. Abby swallowed as the man looked into her eyes. His left eye was white, he seemed to be blind, a vertical scar crossed his eye, it seemed that he had suffered damage.

The man didn’t take his eyes off the young woman at any time, nor did Abby. They started a staring contest without saying a word.

"What is this?"

Abby was surprised by the Russian accent that flowed over the consonants of the words. It made him briefly remember the man with the eyepatch whom he had bumped into at the White House a few hours ago. 

Were they related?

"This…" The man tugged at Abby's hair some more, causing her to growl, "it's truth serum, sir."

The man with the white eye analyzed the young woman for a few seconds. Abby didn't blink and didn't look away. She knew that if she showed even a hint of weakness, she would be doomed.

To her surprise, the man was the first to look away. "Make it quick, Varl…" The man left the room without saying anything else. Then two more men came in, looking as big as a wardrobe. They wore the Hyena insignia on their jackets.

The man named Varl finally released Abby's hair. She was able to breathe in relief for a few seconds and then look up and look at that man with hatred. It was clear that he was the leader of the Hyenas, getting rid of him was going to be a difficult task, maybe escaping from that place was going to be a worse task.

Varl walked up to the president and smiled cynically again. The two Hyenas got on each side of the chair where Abby was. She looked at them with little confidence. One of them took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, took one out and put it between his lips. The gorilla lit his cigarette and took a couple of puffs.

"I think we all know the rules of this." He began to say, "You tell us what we want to hear, and no one will get hurt."

Bosworth frowned, she wasn't going to show weakness either. "Now you can torture me all you want, I'm not going to tell you anything."

Varl chuckled and shook his head.

"No no no… I don't think you've understood it yet, Madame President… It's not you we're going to hurt."

The Hyena stubbed out the cigarette on Abby's arm. The touch triggered painful spasms. It burned her skin, the faint smell of burnt meat and tobacco filling her nostrils. Abby grunted in pain, but she didn’t scream. No, she couldn't open her mouth.

Bosworth's eyes widened in fright. She wasn’t going to be the one who would pay the consequences of her silence. 

"Let's see how much your clear conscience can take." Varl muttered in a cynical, almost sadistic tone. "The USB. Where is it?"

Bosworth watched Abby for a few moments, who was trying to recover. The young woman began to sweat and pant. The president closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to tell you…"

Varl looked at the ceiling and sighed. "Very good. Let's start again" And without thinking twice, he turned and punched Abby's face hard. Abby's head jerked around from the blow, her cheek burning inside, the cigarette burn on her arm stinging.

Bosworth unconsciously tried to get up from the sudden punch. As if she wanted to stop him but the wires held her to the chair.

Abby had to go over all her teeth with her tongue. It seemed to her a miracle that she hadn't lost any. She was grateful that the punch wasn’t on the cheek where she hid the USB. It would have been so much worse.

"I'm sorry…" Bosworth tried to apologize. Guilt was beginning to build inside her. She had gotten Abby into this. And now the youngest suffered the consequences. But she couldn't say anything. She couldn't tell where the USB was located. What was more important? The life of a single girl? Or the fate of the world?

"Apologizing won't fix anything…" Varl walked to the workbench and began fiddling with the strange tools and objects. "Those are empty and hypocritical words… So I'll repeat it one more time. Where is the USB drive?"

They all looked at Bosworth. Waiting for an answer, but she just looked away and closed her eyes. Abby sighed through her nose. Shit… this was going to be long…

Varl looked at the ground and then at Abby. He grabbed a tool and approached her.

"Itis not personal."

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Abby was tired, her head down, her eyes on her lap. Watching as the blood dripped from her nose and mouth to stain her shirt and pants. But that didn't matter, the clothes had already been stained with blood for hours. The right arm looked like a mosaic or perhaps an abstract painting with the numerous small cigarette burns, all in a circular shape with a dark red hue. Her fingers were numb, the absence of a couple of nails had been bothering her for a while. Abby was sure she had a couple of cracked ribs at the very least, one of the hyenas had been having fun with the iron fist.

But the USB was still hidden. She didn't scream, she didn't open her mouth at any time, she just grunted in pain and clenched her teeth. She doubted the state of the device was the best, but at least they hadn't found it yet.

She was exhausted, she just wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to go home with her mother… with Woods… She wanted to talk to him, maybe he would know what to do in these situations. Abby was sure old Frank had been through something similar. She also wanted to go back to David, she wanted to continue her trip to Alaska. Abby was beginning to dissociate, perhaps as a defense mechanism or simply because she wanted this all to end once and for all, of one result or another..

Varl's clicking of his tongue as he massaged his sore knuckles brought Abby slightly out of her thoughts.

"You are a very persistent kid, I must admit that." The man cracked his neck and looked at Bosworth "and you have a heart so much worse than mine. All this…" Varl jerked a thumb at Abby "It's your fault. If you had told us where the USB is this wouldn't have happened." ."

Bosworth knew she couldn't make amends. She couldn't repair the damage that had been done to Abby, but she had made up her mind.

Varl sighed as he received no response from the woman. "Okay…we're running out of time Madame President. Maybe we need to cut the bullshit and put the games aside." and with a simple nod of his head to one of his men, a wire wrapped around Abby's neck and he squeezed with all his might.

"NO!" Bosworth was startled.

"Yeah! This is what happens when you make decisions, Madame President!" Varl exclaimed. He had succeeded in making the woman falter. He had her where he wanted her.

The oxygen flow was cut off for Abby. Suddenly she stopped breathing. The pressure of the wire cut the skin on her neck, squeezed her arteries, and strangled her throat. Abby wriggled as she could trying to get free, fighting as hard as her body would allow. She wanted to open her mouth to cough, to try to catch a breath of air that she knew would never come. But she didn't open her mouth, no, she kept it shut the whole time. High, hoarse growls escaped from between her teeth. Like an animal in a pure state of hysteria.

"Enough! She has nothing to do with this!"

"I've already told you countless times!" Varl grabbed Bosworth's jaw and glared at her with wild eyes. “This is all your fault! WHERE IS THE USB?!”

Bosworth's eyes filled with panic and fear. My God, Abby had a lot to live for, she was still young. What she was doing? She was witnessing an innocent person's life being taken away. Varl was right, it was all her fault. She shouldn't have brought her into all this.

"WHERE?!"

"OK! I'll tell you! Now let go!"

"Not until you tell me where it is."

“It's in the White House! Under the floor of the Oval Office, right where the presidential table is!

Varl smiled. "You see? It wasn't that difficult…” With a wave of his hand, Varl ordered the Hyena to stop. The man removed the wire, freeing Abby's neck. She took a huge breath in. Abby struggled and struggled, but ended up coughing loudly. The USB didn't take any longer inside Abby's cheek. On the last cough the device fell into Abby's lap.

Fuck…

A tense silence filled the room. Everyone was looking at the small USB drive. Abby didn’t dare look up. Her eyes were riveted on her death warrant, which now rested in her lap, smeared with blood and saliva.

Varl approached the young woman slowly, with a strange tranquility. Maybe because he hadn't come out of surprise either. He slowly picked up the small USB and looked at it for a few seconds, as if he had found the most valuable object in history. Then he moved his wide eyes to the president, who had a face full of surprise and panic. They were screwed...

"I'm sorry…" Abby muttered so weakly and still trying to catch her breath that she doubted anyone had heard her.

Varl walked up to the president and tilted his head slightly, unblinking, maintaining that psycho look. "You lied to me".

Before Bosworth could defend herself, Varl pulled the gun from his waistband and pulled the trigger. The shot made Abby jump in fear. The chair where the president was fell backwards, the woman with a hole between her eyes.

Abby saw the now lifeless body of the president. Her breathing was shaky, they had just killed the last governor of the United States of America in front of her eyes. That was cruel proof that no matter how powerful you were, you were just as fragile as everyone else. We are human, we die like any other animal. We are not immortal. 

Poor Abby didn't have much time to process the situation, by the time she looked up the barrel of the gun was pointing at her.

The muzzle of the gun came between her eyes, Varl's smile showing almost maniacal amusement. Madness burned in his irises like a forest fire in August. But she showed no fear, lifting her chin and not taking her gaze from him. She was terrified, but she wasn't going to give him the luxury of enjoying it. If she was going to die, at least she was looking into the eyes of her tormentor.

They spent a few seconds looking into each other's eyes, Abby waiting for the shot and Varl looking for a glimpse of fear. But neither of those things happened. Varl's smile stretched to the side.

"No, with you it won't be that fast." And without warning, he deflected the gun toward Abby's abdomen and fired.

A gasp caught in Abby's throat and her body jerked forward from the impact. But Varl didn't let her, he grabbed her hair again and made her look into his eyes.

"You and I are going to have some fun one last time."

And with a jolt he knocked the chair and Abby to the side, crashing to the floor.

"Should we report sir?" One of the Hyenas asked his boss.

Varl took a deep breath, as if he had finished a job well done, he put the USB on the table next to the main screen. "I'll do it. You take care of contacting Verdansk, inform the rest that the loose end has been tied up.” The man nodded determinedly and left the room.

Abby had her cheek pressed against the floor, she was still tied to the chair, she had no way to get up. The bullet wound was beginning to bleed slowly, staining what little was left of her bloodless clothing. shit, shit, shit…! She was screwed, she had to break free and stop the bleeding as soon as possible. Suddenly her eyes fell on the small pliers she found earlier on the floor, if only she could free one arm to grab them...

“You start processing the information from the USB, transfer it to the central computer and send it to the rest. We will be able to continue with the above procedures once the data is recovered.” Varl ordered the second Hyena.

"And what about the kid?" the man asked.

Varl looked at her for a few seconds and smiled "Leave her there, then we'll take care of her, in the purest style of the Hyenas."

Abby completely ignored the conversation between the two men. She had found a way out, and she was not going to give up. Not while she was still breathing.

Varl ended up leaving the room, perhaps ready to report his success to his one-eyed, hooded superior. Leaving Abby alone with that man. The hyena ignored the young woman, grabbed the USB drive and headed for the mainframe computer to process the data inside the device, turning his back on Abby.

That was the perfect moment, Abby began to pull on one of her arms with all the strength she had left. The wires were beginning to cut off the circulation in her wrist, the pressure of the ties was very painful. But Abby didn't care, using every last drop of adrenaline she had left, she pulled and pulled.

C'mon C'mon…

Until the thumb of her hand was dislocated, leaving it in a strange position. Thanks to that, Abby was able to free her hand from the wire that kept it tied to the armrest of the chair. She reached out and managed to grab the pliers. With her remaining useful fingers she managed to use the pliers to cut the wire that was holding the other hand. Without giving it much thought, she put the handle of the pliers between her teeth so as not to make a sound and put her thumb back in place. She channeled the pain into clenching her teeth instead of screaming, letting a tear roll down her dirty cheek. Abby had to admit that her nervous system was numb from adrenaline and fear, yet she felt like she felt nothing and everything at the same time.

She checked that the guard hadn't turned around, the man was still looking at the screen so she continued cutting the wires that tied her ankles. Finally able to push that damn chair out of the way, she dragged herself noiselessly away from it. Her back and ribs complained with every little movement Abby made, but she ignored it. She had to deal with that hyena as soon as possible. So she slowly got up from the ground and grabbed a scalpel that was on the work table along with the rest of the torture tools. Staggering like a newborn deer calf, she slowly approached the man. Trying not to lose her balance, holding on to the furniture with one hand and grabbing the knife with the other.

At that moment she was not afraid to use a knife as she had been on other occasions. Adrenaline pumped blood hard into the hand that held the weapon so it wouldn't falter at the moment of truth. Abby held her breath as if afraid she would give her away, until she was within a safe and appropriate distance. She did not hesitate, at the moment when the Hyena noticed a presence behind him and made a move to turn his head, Abby jumped on top of him, stabbing the scalpel tirelessly into the side of the neck, stabbing the artery, the esophagus and any piece of meat found along the way. The man struggled, trying to get Abby off his back but couldn't get it in time, before his knees gave way. The man collapsed to the ground choking on his own blood. Abby didn't stop stabbing until seconds after the man died.

“Fuck you.”

Abby stood panting, watching unblinkingly as the pool of blood formed around her. At that moment, she realized that she had lost her fear of death, her sense of survival was at its best. She didn't care what she had to do with getting out of there alive. She was willing to kill anyone in order to return to her father, to her family. But unfortunately all that goes up comes down, and Abby wasn't immortal, she was also human. The adrenaline began to fade from her body, she began to feel tremendously exhausted and sleepy.

Abby had to shake her head and slap her cheeks to keep from falling asleep. She looked at her abdomen. The bullet was still inside, the hole was on the right side, the bleeding was little but constant. Perhaps she had been a little lucky and the bullet hadn't hit an artery. Either way she had to get it out or the wound would only get worse. She got up, grabbed a chair and dragged it over to the workbench. There she sat and began looking at the tools until she finally found forceps thin enough to get inside the bullet wound, she also grabbed a second scalpel.

She lifted up her shirt and clamped it down with her teeth, reaching for the scalpel but pausing for a moment. She tried to psych herself up for what she was about to do, closed her eyes, trying to remember how her father did every time he had to remove a bullet from his shoulder or leg. She used to help stop the bleeding and keep the wound clean, but David was usually the one who got the bullets out of the flesh. Well... that was the moment to remember the steps that had to be taken to remove a bullet and not die trying.

Abby glanced at the door to see if anyone was coming in, then sighed heavily.

"Fuck it..."

Gripping the scalpel as best she could, she made small incisions above and below the wound to make it a little larger so that the forceps could enter it. Abby grunted in pain, reflexively tensing her abdomen causing her two fractured ribs to hurt. When she was done with the cuts, she tossed the scalpel on the table and grabbed the forceps, where she stuck them into the wound and began poking around inside the wound until she touched the bullet.

“Son of a bitch…” Abby cursed at the intense pain she felt.

After several attempts she managed to get a good grip on the slippery bullet and with a very shaky hand she managed to pull it out. She tossed the forceps and bullet onto the table and quickly grabbed a rag to cover the wound and try to stop the bleeding. She needed something to plug so she could fill the hole and not bleed out in that chair.

She looked around without finding anything of the right size until her eyes fell on the computer that was previously being used by the man who now lay dead on the floor.

“Don't fuck with me…” she murmured tiredly.

She struggled to her feet and staggered over to the computer. She was about to remove the USB until she noticed the files that were open on the screen. Many were of lab locations, bunkers, weapons stores, old black and white photos of people she didn't recognize. Until her eyes came across a file that caught her eye.

"Project Blackout?" Abby opened the file and began to read “Stem Cell Mass Reproduction Program…Organic Tissue Regeneration…Memory Recovery…? What’s all this bullshit? Abby was completely curious about what she was reading. Eternally long files that spoke in overly complex terms and technicalities that she had never heard of. "Holy shit…" Abby frowned. "Are they trying to bring fucking dead people back to life?"

At that moment she realized why Bosworth was willing for her to die. All that was inside that USB was highly classified information, capable of turning wars around, it could change the entire world if all this came to light! Abby glanced at the president's corpse. For a moment she felt sorry for her, almost forgiving her for letting herself be tortured for hours. She shook her head and looked back at the screen. Abby didn't know very well what the Hyenas' intentions were, but they were allies of Perseus as Varl said in the White House. It was better that Abby took all those files away from them. She would give them to Uncle Harper, he would know what to do with them.

So Abby made a copy of everything and put it back on the flash drive and erased everything on the computer. She disconnected the device and stared at it for a few seconds.

Now she had to figure out how to hide a small black USB drive so they wouldn't find it again. Abby looked at the flash drive and then at the bullet wound. she sighed.

“You're fucking crazy, Abby Mason…” she told herself.

Returning to the chair, she put the flash drive on the table and ripped the rag hse had used to stop the bleeding. Luckily the bleeding had slowed down. she used a strip of cloth to wrap it around the USB, leaving the shape resembling a small white cotton chrysalis. she inserted the device surrounded by the cloth into the bullet wound. It hurt like hell but she managed to stop the bleeding and hide the USB.

“You're going to have the biggest infection ever…” Abby said, talking to herself again, “but that'll suffice for now. I just have to sew the wound"

Rummaging around the room she managed to improvise a needle and thread. With trembling hands she finished stitching up the wound as best she could. Trying to do it as David taught him.

"Desperate situations, desperate measures," she said, admiring her work.

Her gaze fell on the door. Now she had to find a way to get out of there. She approached the exit and very carefully and slowly opened the door. First she poked her head out making sure no one was around. She ended up going out into a corridor with several doors on each side. That place is not that it had the best appearance in the world, it could be seen that it had been an abandoned and ruined building that was recovered by the Hyenas.

A safehouse? No, it was too big, maybe something more complex. There were stairs leading to upper and lower floors. Abby started walking in either direction, watching her step and listening for every little sound. She was looking for something that could give her a reference to where she was  and how high up the building she was. Perhaps she was looking for a window, something that could give outside, but no matter how hard she searched in those facilities, she couldn’t find anything. The thought that she might be in a basement somewhere crossed Abby's mind. So perhaps the best idea was to go up the stairs that led to the upper floors.

“I told you that you and I will have fun later…” Varl's voice appeared like a ghost just behind her.

Abby didn't have time to turn around, for like last time, something lasting hit her in the back of the head. Making her collapse to the ground.

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The cold was the first thing Abby noticed when she woke up. The second thing she noticed is that she was still alive, her body was screaming in pain everywhere but she was still alive. This surprised Abby greatly. She thought she would never wake up again. But no, she remembered that Varl had something special in store just for her.

Abby blinked a few times and looked around. It was night, how long had it been? She was completely disoriented, she didn't even know what day it was, let alone what time it was.

She looked around confused. The smell of the river was carried by the slight cold breeze. Was she on a bridge? Was it the Francis Scott Key memorial bridge? She looked at the ground, she was lying on the asphalt and her hands were tied, this time with a rope.

"You know…"

Abby barely looked up at Varl. He was squatting in front of her. There were several soldiers from the Hyenas around, they carried assault rifles, with their fingers ready in case the trigger had to be pulled. Maybe they started reading Abby as a threat. Each Hyena carried a flashlight with them, illuminating Varl and Abby.

"The true definition of insanity." The man began to explain with a calm tone gesturing with his hands "It's doing the same thing over and over again... Always the same thing... and expecting different shit"

Varl patted Abby's forehead a couple of times, she didn't even bother to push him away. "And that... makes you a person completely lost in your own madness."

He got up and walked to the edge of the bridge. The structure was half demolished. The other half of the bridge was missing, probably sunk into the Potomac River.

Abby noticed that there was a large rubble stone placed just at the edge of the void. She was tied to a rope too.

"But don’t worry." Varl smirked, "We're about to change that."

Abby followed where the rope that was tied to the stone led. Her eyes widened in terror when she saw the rope connect to her wrists. She was tied to the stone.

"Because today." Varl tossed a flashlight into Abby's lap. "Shit will be different."

And with his boot he pushed the stone towards the precipice. Abby's eyes widened in her most pure panic as she watched the stone disappear into the water. It was Abby's most eternal seconds until the rope tightened and the stone dragged Abby into the void with her.

The dizzy feeling came on instantly, just as Abby started to fall. She watched as she inevitably approached the dark mass of water, she knew that the moment she hit it it would be like hitting a concrete floor. In the last thousandths of a second she closed her eyes and gasped for air before burying herself under the waters of the river.

"Abby" the voice of a woman woke her up

"Abby, are you listening to me?"

The named one opened her eyes confused. Her pupils took time to get used to the blinding white light of the hospital room. Abby blinked a few times, realizing she was sitting in a chair, her back aching. Has she been sleeping in that chair? She looked around, she was in the chemotherapy room of the Hospital where her mother worked. She looked out the window, it was raining very heavily.

"Are you alright honey?"

Abby turned her head to her right.

"mom?"

Alice was sitting in an armchair next to her, she had tubes connected to her forearms and hands, a colorful scarf covering her hairless head. Abby remembered that scarf, she always told her mom that she looked like a pirate in that. The woman's eyes were incredibly tired, almost lifeless.

Abby remembered what memory she was in. That was her mother's last chemotherapy session, she fell asleep in that chair for hours.

"It's been a while, honey," Alice replied, caressing her daughter's cheek. “My God… You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you. You are quite a woman now"

"Why here…?" Abby tried to understand why she was remembering that now, she should be home with Woods being a representation of her conscience telling her that she hadn't tried hard enough.

"Listen to me." Alice cupped Abby's face in her tired hands. “You are not dreaming. You shouldn't be here." Alice's expression turned sad and pained.

"Mom, what are you saying?" Abby was completely confused.

“Your time hasn’t come yet. You must go."

Abby shook her head. No, she was with her mother at last, she could hear her voice, she could feel her hands again. This wasn't a dream, it felt different, Abby wasn't playing a part in a perfectly performed play. She could hug her mother, she was not going to part with her again.

"I'm not going mom. I want to be with you!" Abby's eyes began to fill with tears. She started crying like a little girl who just wanted to see her mother. And nothing could comfort her. Abby was tired, she didn't want to fight anymore. She felt like a baby who just wanted to sleep on her mother's lap forever, she didn't want to face the world again.

“You have to wake up, honey… Your place is not here. Not yet… They need you.” Alice spoke sweetly. Abby wiped her tear-streaked cheek with the back of her hand.

"I'm scared mom..."

Alice smiled softly. “You are my pride, you are my love and you are my life. I gave birth to the toughest and bravest woman in this world. And I don't doubt and I will never doubt you.” Alice placed a soft kiss on Abby's cheek and one last one on her forehead. The young woman closed her eyes, feeling the lips of her much-missed mother on her skin.

“You have to open your eyes… Come on my love, open those beautiful eyes. Show the world what you are capable of.”

Abby sighed and nodded.

She opened her eyes, everything was dark, small particles were suspended in the water. Abby was aware that she couldn't afford to let out the air she was holding in her lungs. She forced herself to stay calm, to slow her heart rate down.

The stone had touched the bottom of the river. Abby had to find a way to free herself from her restraints as soon as possible, before she ran out of air.

She found the lantern resting near the rock, dimly illuminating the ground. She took it as she could in her hands and looked around, illuminating the dark waters.

Abby nearly had a heart attack the moment she pointed the flashlight forward. She found the corpse of a man, his face was hardly recognizable, he had surely been eaten by fish for a long time. Abby realized that the man's hands were also tied to a rope connected to a stone. The body floated, trying to rise to the surface but the weight of the stone prevented it.

She illuminated her surroundings, realizing that there were more corpses in the same situation. The victims were countless, they went beyond where the light could reach. The bottom of the Potomac River had become a forest of floating corpses.

She understood that she hadn’t been the only one to suffer that fate. And if she didn't hurry she would end up like them. Her heart rate began to accelerate, she was getting nervous and holding her breath was beginning to become more difficult. The fear of ending up like them was increasing more and more, taking over Abby's mind.

Until her eyes met an object that shone in the light of the flashlight. Abby narrowed her eyes to get a better look. She realized that a sharp piece of metal was stuck in the leg of the first corpse she found. As she could, she tore that object from the dead man's leg. And without wasting much time, she began to cut the rope immobilizing her wrists.

The more effort she made, the more difficult it was for her to hold her breath, bubbles escaped from between her lips, her vision became more blurred and the sensation of pressure in her chest increased enormously.

At last the rope was cut and her wrists were free. Wasting no more time, Abby swam to the surface, using the last of her strength. Every meter she swam she lost a little more consciousness. She had run out of air, now it was a race against time, between his strength and the distance left to get out from under the water.

Abby was about to give up, she didn't know how far she was, until she suddenly stuck her head out of the water. She took as big a breath of air as she could and coughed up all the water she had swallowed. She tried to recover her normal breathing for a few moments. So quickly was she able to recover that she looked for the nearest shore and began to swim towards it. Her movements were slow but steady. She was ready to get out of the water. It advanced slowly until it finally reached solid ground.

Shee scrambled out of the water, coughing and expelling the last traces of water that remained in her lungs. She lay down on the snow, she was soaked. The cold hit as soon as Abby managed to relax her muscles. Snow and wind stuck millions of needles into Abby's skin. Abby's battered limbs were beginning to turn red, almost taking on an almost blue hue.

But Abby didn't care. She stood there looking up at the starry night sky. It was beautiful, you could see the star path of the milky way, she recognized some constellations that were scattered across the sky. She even found some planets. There was Mars, and nearby she found Jupiter.

She didn't know why, but she really wanted to laugh, Abby laughed, alone, lying in the snow watching the stars. Surely she was going to die of hypothermia, but what did that matter now? She had done it! She made it out of that hell hole. She could finally rest...

“Hey mom… I did it”

At that moment a shooting star crossed the firmament. Abby smiled, letting a discreet tear trickle down her cheek and freeze on the way.

Abby stared at the stars for hours, until the sun began to rise in the east. She no longer felt cold, she was not able to lift a finger, but she refused to close her eyes, she didn’t want to stop seeing that stellar spectacle. She wanted to record it on her retina for the rest of eternity, counting the shooting stars that traveled that night, taking note of all the stars she knew: Alpha Centauri, Sirius... also the constellations she recognized, even inventing new groups of stars.

But her peace was interrupted by the noise of a helicopter engine. Abby sighed and frowned. Still, she didn't deign to move, she was too tired for that. A few long minutes passed until she heard a pair of boots crunch in the snow, someone was getting closer.

"Good to see you in one piece." The Russian accent was not lost on Abby.

Abby sighed.

"Fuck off…"

The man approached until he was within the field of vision of the young woman. Abby recognized that strange mustache and eyepatch.

"I must admit that it has been somewhat difficult to find you, Abigail Mason"

"How the fuck do you know my name?"

“It only took a little research, nothing more.” He shrugged.

Abby's eyelids began to feel extremely heavy. Fatigue was taking over her, it was beginning to drag her like a tide into the interior of an ocean.

Noticing that Abby was beginning to drift off, the man crouched down beside her and shook her shoulders.

"Hey hey. Don't fall asleep now” he shook her a couple more times when he didn't receive any reaction or response, he put his hand to the communicator he had at his ear “To all the search teams. I have found the subject, she is in need of immediate medical attention, suffering from severe hypothermia and multiple contusions and profuse blood loss."

Abby felt like she was under water again. All sounds were distant and gradually faded away. The cold stopped stabbing at her skin, she had stopped feeling pain.

"Shit… We're losing her!"

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[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

🎙️

“Ah, what do we have here?” The tip of my mic taps beneath your chin, raising it so that you were looking up at me instead of the ground. Static fills the air when our gazes meet, the smile raising my lips growing slightly as you begin to tremble. “Oh, ho, a new arrival? What is your name, little one?”

I listen intently, watching you closely, as my oval pupils become slits when you shakily tell me your name. “Pleasure to meet you, you’re honored, I’m sure, to meet one such as myself.” My mic encourages you to stand from kneeling on the ground before I flare it with a twirl, a laugh slipping between my clenched teeth as you take a small step back. “Worry not, little one, you have nothing to fear from me…yet.”

A predatory glint appears in my gaze when you mention how you have no idea where you are or what is going on. “You poor unfortunate creature…” I crackle slightly while lowering my volume with a low bow that brings our faces closer which allows my heated breath to waft your face. “So naive…so clueless…so helpless…so…vulnerable…”

Your snarky comeback of how you are anything but what I described only makes my sinister grin grow. How entertaining! This one has spunk! “There’s no need to get your bloomers in a knot, little one, I merely wished to offer you a solution.”

Oh, the expression on your face is priceless as you look around and see just how dismal your situation was; a fresh, newly spawned mortal soul within the depths of Hell who knows nothing of how the rules work here would not last long. You ask me why, which I deflect with a reminder of how you have no other options. How refreshing that you, little one, haven’t the foggiest of what is in store for you if you agree!

Elation, anticipation, hunger and adrenaline course through my veins when you finally relent after a few moments of silence.

“Excellent! A wise decision, I assure you!” One of my arms ensnares around your shoulders, drawing you closer as my shadow mutely snickers behind me. Oh, little one, you have jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire for sure. No matter. You are mine now and there’s one last thing that needs to be done…

Rough static filters through my voice when you ask me to explain what I had in mind and offer you my hand. “Let’s make a deal.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin art #alastor #the radio demon #hh #Suntory angel

[thatwillnotagewell]

Hi, so it occurred to me recently that no one will directly teach you how to maintain hearing aids. And that sucks! So, buckle up kids, I’ve been wearing these hunks of junks for 15 years and I only really figured out how one does this last year.

I’ve only ever used behind the ear, so I’m going to break down the different types I have used.

Regular care

First things first, if you have custom earmolds, you should be getting new ones every six months from infancy until you’re about 6. Your audiologist should walk you through this. After that it’s about once a year or as needed. If you have an earmold that fits well, save it! Having a spare can make stressful situations much more manageable.

If you regularly (more than once every few months) have issues with wax buildup, you need to do something to clean your ears regularly. I’d suggest something like what I described under the “blockage in your ear canal” section.

Types of hearing aids

High powered hearing aids tend to be bulkier and use a hollow plastic tube. Hearing aids are complicated and it’s important to know what you can change at home.

Receivers in canal hearing aids tend to be much smaller and have wires instead of tubes. They generally have a lot less parts you can change, which makes them a lot harder to mess up and a lot harder to troubleshoot.

Specific trouble shooting (tubes)

If the hearing aid sounds *quieter* than normal, but there’s no distortion or muffling, change the battery. Make sure you turn (both of) your hearing aid(s) completely off and replace the battery.

If the hearing aid sounds *muffled* and the quality changes depending on your head placement, something is probably clogged.

It could be

A clog or bubble in the tube. Either disconnect the tube and run lukewarm water through (use a rubber air blower/ duster to thoroughly dry it before reconnecting it) or run a string through the tube. You can do both if you’re worried about whether you got it.

Blockage in your ear canal. You can use a ball pump to spray warm or lukewarm water into your bare ear. You should see chunks dislodge. You do have to learn how to angle it so you hit the ear drum. Don’t stick the tip in too far. If it hurts, stop doing that thing. There’s also ear softeners that will typically contain hydrogen peroxide. You can just buy a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and use that. You fill up the lid, pour it in your ear and leave it until it stops bubbling. Then you use a ball pump to gently rinse it out. Repeat as needed and then dry.

If the hearing aid sounds *muffled*, but it does not change based on your position, you likely have a bloated filter. Hearing aids will have a hook that screws onto the body of the hearing aid. They’re transparent or opaque. They have a small white ball just past where the hook screws onto the hearing aid. You should be able to see a small way around this ball. If you cannot, it is bloated and you need to change the hook. If you don’t have new hooks, you can fish the filter out, but that can be difficult.

If you are having *feedback* (particularly after certain sounds or words) you need to check your mic covers. Not all hearing aids have this, so if yours doesn’t, skip this. On older hearing aids, you’ll see a soft, black/ gray oval. You have to peel this up with fine point tools, correctly line up a replacement from a sticker sheet, and make sure it sticks. It’s a pain.

If you are having *feedback* generally, make sure you replace your tubes. If they have a hole or are improperly sized, they can generate feedback. Your tube should generally sit just inside the ear mold, with the metal or plastic plate (I don’t know what to call this? It’s a little thing that sticks out?) just below where the tube exits the top of the ear mold. Then, the tube should fit around the hook so the earmold stays on your ear without sitting too far forward or back. I know that’s vague, but you just have to figure out what works for you. Sorry. Also make sure your earmolds fit.

Specific trouble shooting (wires)

Change the filter on the bottom of the ear mold. Sure, you can take it out and leave it in a dry space if it turns off and refuses to turn back on, but there’s really only one part you can change. And that’s one filter. Oticons are brilliant when they work. When they don’t, get uncomfortably familiar with your audiologist.

When to go to the audiologist

I mean, you should go regularly. But for specific issues, generally I’d say:

If your problem is persistent and didn’t change after you’ve replaced every part you are safely equipped to

If your hearing aid is still too quiet after fresh batteries

Sounds are causing you pain

You are quickly overstimulated

A feature you need is not working/ is not enabled

Anything else you do not know how to address at home

When you go to the audiologist, make sure you have a list of specific symptoms, when (or in what situations) they occurred, and what outcome you would like to see from the audiologist.

This could go like (my real example):

I am overwhelmed when I hear high frequency noises. It puts me on the verge of tears to hear someone crinkle a chip bag or scoop ice. Is there a way for me to reduce the volume on high frequencies?

If you know a sign language, please make sure you request an interpreter when you make the appointment. It does very by country/ region whether they are required to provide you with one. However, in the United States, you should be provided with one under Title III of the Americans with Disabilities Act.

Tools

A lot of hearing aids will come with this stuff, but just in case, here’s some of the stuff I was talking about.

Household items will absolutely do the job, but hearing aid kits like this make it easier to regularly clean them.

(Disclaimer that I haven’t used any of these. They just VERY closely resemble what I use on a daily basis.)

Conclusion

Hearing aids are weird! It’s hard to know what to do with them. I hope this helped.

#deaf and hoh #deaf advice #self help #in this essay i will #advice #life hacks #hearing aids #hearing loss #please boost

[harpagornis]

Caecilians of Lemuria

Where in most landmasses squamates thrive, on Lemuria they are only represented by geckoes (which boast an impressive diversity of 60 known species), two snakes, a monitor lizard and a few oplurids. Many niches are taken by their sphenodont relatives, whose fortunes have favoured them on this island, but the majority of squamate niches are instead taken by caecilians.

Caecilians in Lemuria are represented by two clades: Chikilidae and Ichthyophiidae. Having a presence in mainland Asia – which is speculated to be a result of India colliding with Asia – chikilids thrived in former Maldivia and ichthyophiids in former Marama. The former, finding themselves with few squamatan competitors, wasted no time expanding into niches taken by squamates elsewhere, while the latter found themselves in an environment with few competing fishes.

Thus, when the two landmasses collided and formed Lemuria, neither competed with one another: chikilids took the land, while ichthyophiids took the water.

Phytophis fatamara or Palavify, a herbivorous chikilid demonstrating the long facial tentacles, large eyes and scale-derived spikes often present in non-subterranean species. It grazes slowly on the open pastures, eyes constantly watching and tentacles constantly feeling the texture and taste of vegetation. By Dave Garcia.

Represented in mainland Asia by only a single genus, here there are 70 known species and probably far more, occuring in all manner of environments from wetlands to montane meadows to even semi desert. Unlike snakes, caecilians cannot unhinge their jaws, but their flexible and robust skulls more than make up not just in terms of prey capture (many species are venomous like snakes too) but also in grazing: some chikilids are among the few herbivorous adult amphibians out there.

Some species took to life in the trees; while the eyes increased somewhat, it was the tentacles present on all caecilians that engorged the most, becoming full on analogous to a mammal’s vibrissae or a serpent’s tongue, allowing them to feel for prey branches away. Others took like to open spaces; some are burrowers, while others took the fish scales present within the caecilian skin to develop long and unique spikes, looking like massive catterpilars as they graze.

Due to the sheer diversity of this group – small species barely interact with humans, for instance – there is all manner of folklore regarding these impressive creatures, from symbols of longevity like snakes to garden pests like snails. Many are part of Lemurian cuisine, and indeed many species are threatened by overhunting as well as habitat loss, pollution and fungi that target amphibians.

Pisciserpens sammangali or Pitava, demonstrating the fusiform fish-like body of the more aquatic members of this group. It forms large schools that migrate between the Great Lakes and the Sammangal, and is often called the “Lemurian sardine”. By Dave Garcia.

Also Lemuria has fishes, they’re most represented by a few families shared with Madagascar. The dominant force in Lemurian freshwater habitats are ichthyophiid caecilians. Some are still semi-aquatic terrestrial burrowers in wetlands and tropical rainforests, but several clades have taken to the water, developing a caudal fin (similar to that of ichthyosaurs, mosasaurs and metriorhynchids) and an oval, fish-like body shape with a dorsal and anal fin (they do not have fins/flippers, like fish-like molluscs, and do just fine without them). Like most amphibians they breathe through their skin – the dorsal and anal fins partcularly well suited for this due to the increased surface area – but the more metabolically active species regularly surface for air. Unlike aquatic salamanders, they lose the larval gills for hydrodynamic efficiency.

The vast majority of the aquatic species occurs in the Great Lakes region, where 80 species are known, occupying all manner of niches from sardine like filter-feeders to durophagists feeding on hard clams and snails to macropredators competing with the local crocodiles. At least 40 species migrate to the Sammangal during the monsoon season, taking advantage of the sunken forest to graze on the underwater saplings or adult leaves or hunt the myriad of prey availiable.

#lemuria #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative evolution #speculative zoology

[appliedenergyconsulting]

What is HVAC and how it works?

HVAC, or heating, ventilation, and air conditioning, is a system that is designed to maintain indoor air quality and temperature within a particular building or space. The system comprises several components that work together to ensure optimal heating, cooling, and ventilation. This blog will discuss what HVAC is, its various components, and how it works.

What is HVAC?

HVAC is an acronym that stands for Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning. The primary function of the system is to regulate the temperature and air quality within a building or space. HVAC systems are found in a wide range of settings, including residential, commercial, and industrial buildings.

HVAC Components

An HVAC system is made up of several components that work together to achieve its primary function. The main components of an HVAC system include:

1. Furnace or boiler: This is part of the system that provides heating. Furnaces use natural gas, propane, or electricity to generate heat, while boilers use water or steam.

2. Air Conditioner: This component of the system provides cooling. Air conditioners use refrigerant to absorb heat from the indoor air and transfer it outside.

3. Heat Pump: A heat pump is an all-in-one heating and cooling system that transfers heat from one location to another. In the summer, it removes heat from indoor air to cool the space, and in the winter, it pulls heat from outdoor air to warm the space.

4. Ducts: Ducts are channels that transport air throughout the building. They distribute heated or cooled air from the furnace, air conditioner, or heat pump to different rooms.

5. Thermostat: A thermostat is a device that controls the temperature of the HVAC system. It turns the system on and off and regulates the temperature based on the desired settings.

6. Air Handler: The air handler is a component of the HVAC system that regulates the circulation of air. It contains a blower that pushes air through the ducts and filters that remove contaminants from the air.

What is the HVAC Procedure?

HVAC systems work by using the laws of thermodynamics to regulate the temperature and air quality within a space. The laws of thermodynamics state that heat flows from warmer to cooler areas and that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred. HVAC systems use this principle to transfer heat from one location to another and to maintain a constant temperature within the space.

The process of heating and cooling starts with the furnace or air conditioner. In the case of a furnace, natural gas or propane is burned to produce heat. This heat is then transferred to the air handler, where it is distributed through the ducts to the different rooms in the building. In the case of an air conditioner, the refrigerant absorbs heat from the indoor air and transfers it outside, leaving cool air to be distributed through the ducts.

The thermostat is the device that controls the temperature of the HVAC system. It is set to the desired temperature, and when the temperature falls below or rises above that setting, it sends a signal to the furnace, air conditioner, or heat pump to turn on or off. The thermostat also regulates the fan in the air handler, ensuring that the heated or cooled air is distributed evenly throughout the building.

Ducts are the channels that transport heated or cooled air throughout the building. They are usually made of metal or fibreglass and can be rectangular, round, or oval in shape. The ducts are connected to the air handler and distribute air to the different rooms in the building.

The air handler is the component of the HVAC system that regulates the circulation of air. It contains a blower that pushes air through the ducts and filters that remove contaminants from the air. The air handler also contains a heat exchanger, which helps transfer heat from the furnace to the air handler.

Conclusion: The HVAC system is an essential component of modern buildings and homes. It provides comfortable indoor air quality and thermal comfort.

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[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

Other Man’s Widow - Chapter 1

Female!Reader x Whitey Winn

Modernish!AU (It's kinda 1950's-60's coded?), inspired by the lyrics of Carrie Underwood’s Church Bells and the beat of Hoizer’s Dinner and Diatribes. (Church Bells is the backflashes, Dinner & Diatribes is the vibe of the hot questioning room before the rain.)

Warnings: Abuse, domestic abuse, murder, religious trauma(?). Whitey is an adult and not a kid in this.

Summary: The deputy is sent to console a grieving young widow.

A/N: If I have missed a tag please tell, also this has taken me like two years to get on here.

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The light that filters in through the halfclosed blinds is turning gray, the weather setting the stage for what would be a tragic story. The clouds had rolled in already around noon, as if it knew to be ready. Despite that the room is suffocating, as if the clouds are a big wet blanket over the town. Sweeping your eyes over the iron legs of the chairs and table you suspect they put you in one of the nicer questioning rooms, as you doubted the station had much room for anything but the absolute necessities. The plastic seat isn’t much comfort but it will have to suffice. A click of the door makes you run your hands over your hem.

“Sorry for the wait, ma’am. Can I get you anything?” The blonde boy is keeping his body in the hallway, likely expecting a positive answer. 

“A cup of tea, if it’s no trouble. Two sugars.” You fold the tiny fabric square in your hands. He gives a close lipped but reassuring smile and disappears back out. You never had much contact with the police in town. This was the first time you had stepped foot inside the police station. It was a tall grey house that had stood since 1884. The inside must have been updated since then, because the inside had much of the modern technology you had heard of on the radio. 

The door clicks open again and the youth steps back into the room. He sets a cup of smoking tea in front of you, with the air of someone trying not to scare a wounded deer, you note. 

“It sure is feeling like there’s thunder coming in.” He muses in the local drawl, looking towards the window as he pulls off a brown jacket, flashing a hint of embroidery hinting by the pocket suggesting personalization. The fabric whispers over the back of the chair before the blonde sits down opposite of you. “I am Deputy Whitey Winn. I know it is difficult right now but I need to write down what happened for the report, is that alright, ma’am?”

The woman in front of him looks frightened. She has been crying but trying to hide it, putting on a brave face. Her dress has a cheerful pattern of tulips, not at all fitting the gloom that has been thrown over this day. Despite the damp air she has kept her blue cardigan on, only the two top buttons undone. He notes the golden oval on a chain resting above the edge of your dress, likely an heirloom if he knows the townsfolk right. Her hands are still gripping the handkerchief, as if scared to let go. The gold band around her finger shines dully. Poor woman. He only hoped that McNue and the others got the place back in order before evening.

“Yes, of course, I understand.” You hide your shock at that the boy in front of you is the assigned deputy. He looks but a child, far too young to be working in such an environment. 

“Now, there’s nothing strange, Mrs Y/n Henderson. You just tell me as you know it, straight forward, alright?” Deputy Winn continues and opens a notebook in front of him.

Mrs John Hendersson. 

“John! Good man, good to see you!” The man came to meet your husband, who tossed the keys to the valet without looking. The valet stumbled but catched them before they met the asphalt. You gave him an apologetic smile. 

There was people milling about the outer deck, but the man herded your husband in to the restaurant, where tables were occupied here and there. John pointed out Daryl and Donnie Devlin, who flited between tables. The twins were those kinds of folks who fit in anywhere, if you’d let them. They were never there with a lady, never there with anyone. They arrived alone, sometimes together. They had business in everything from hardware stores to banking. You hadn’t told John but they gave you the creeps. They were turncoats and would butter up anyone if they smelled an opportunity. When your husband went to greet them you excused yourself to sit with the ladies that had taken up a table by the windows. 

One of them gave a light touch to her head as the others pointed out a couple on a walk. You realised your mistake and removed your wide brimmed hat, feeling the heat rise within you. Always these little mistakes. Not that she was being mean about it. It was just that you felt so out of place with these people who had been going for years. 

“That’s a wonderful dress, Mrs John Henderson.” Commented the owner, who had decided that the women were his jurisdiction while the men chatted. 

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but tug at the hem, trying to remember what the length requirement was. “John bought it for our honeymoon.”

You look at Deputy Winn. He has probably never set foot in that country club. He’s leaning on his elbow as he writes, back hunched. There’s dirt under the nails of his hand which supports him against the surface of the table. For a moment you’re glad it’s that way. You who stepped into the police station, and not him being taught a new set of rules for how to dress, greet and eat.

“You married Mr Henderson two years ago, is that correct, ma'am?” Whitey had read the public invitation in the paper, a flower wreath encircling both names. But someone had to be at the station, which fell on him and Maggie. Well, Maggie had been glad not to go, said it was too much of a spectacle for her.

“Yes, June 1954.” You look down on your ring, spinning it on your finger and then clasping your hands in your lap. “I just wanted a small affair, but John said we’d better invite the whole town.” Something between a laughter and a sob escaped you. The air seemed to only get heavier. It would certainly be thunder. You just hoped you would be out of here before then.

The sun was shining that day, filtering through the colored glass, and scattering over the altar. The whole town could not fit inside the church, only family and close friends. Reverend Griffin read the Lord’s blessing over your marriage. Then your walked outside to loud cheers and rice getting all in your hair. It was sweet. You kissed for the newspaper’s camera. 

The reception was held at your parents’ barn, since John’s club didn’t allow non-members, even for a wedding, although they sent their well wishes. Tones of a waltz started up when you and John walked through the flower filled doors. He led you by the hand, brought you smoothly through the motions. You could hear the whole room sigh in awe when he spun you, flaring your skirts to shine in the muted light. The heat rose to your cheek, and you could almost have been taken for more than a little tipsy if you had been seen walking the street. This man was yours to have and to keep, and him you, for as long as you both would live. The nausea and the ache in your feet seemed to have vanished the second you had been declared husband and wife. All was now a giddy whirlwind of light and hope. 

“Congratulations” Louise came into focus beside you at the buffet table, holding a sparkling glass of bubbling gold herself, a bright smile on her lips. Her dark hair was fastened up under a crown of oxeye dasies and buttercups, curls falling out from the dancing.

You ducked your head, feeling a little embarrassed. “Thank you. You look lovely!” You exclaimed after a moment to gathered yourself and gestured towards her blue dress, its loose-fitting skirt sweeping against the white tablecloth as she leaned slightly against it.

“It is the festivities of the season.” Lousie gave you a playful conspiring look before taking a sip and turning to survey the masses. “Reverend Griffin has even let out Reverend Goode from the church for some socializing.” You turned to follow her line of sight. The young priest was holding the hand of Miss Temple with both of his, speaking enthusiastically on some topic illegible at this distance. His brown hair was mussed as usual but his cloth was exchanged for a muted suit and black shirt, white collar still attached. Reverend Griffin stood in the opposite end of the room, patting your husband on the back with a laugh. You elbowed Louise who laughed.

“Don’t say that.” You tried to hold back your own laugh at her mean comment. 

“Well, he seems as a fish in a pond.” She declared with a nod in the subject’s direction, who seemed to be asked to dance. “Evening, Officer McNue.” Her attention turned to Bill, who was reaching for a bread roll on the table on her other side. He retreated a step with his hands up like in a hold up.

“Now call me Bill, I’m off duty.” His dark moustache curled up good humouredly. His uniform browns had given way to a navy suit, dark hair water combed, and shoes shined from the dry dirt that plagued the streets during summer. “Congratulations again, ma’am.” He made a gesture to tap his hat, forgetting it wasn’t there. You curtsied and thanked him.

“Now take that roll.” You laughed, pretending to swat after his arm. “There’s enough to last a week.”

Bill raised his hands again and stepped back towards the bread backet. “Is that an order, ma’am?”

“Yes!” Both you and Louise exclaimed, making all three of you laugh.

“Alright, then I’ll take two.” Bill grinned and picked up his goods. “I heard your dad was looking to get you to join him in a tune.” He pointed one of the rolls at Louise who slipped away with a grin. “And I’m sure your husband wants to see you.” He aimed it at you next, making you laugh.

“Yessir.”

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Exploring the Enchanting World of Pink Bubbles Plant: A Botanical Delight

Introduction: In the vast tapestry of botanical wonders, few plants captivate the imagination quite like the Pink Bubbles Plant. With its whimsical name and charming appearance, this delightful specimen adds a touch of magic to any garden or indoor space. Join me as we embark on a journey to uncover the secrets and wonders of this enchanting plant.

Meet the Pink Bubbles Plant: The Pink Bubbles Plant, scientifically known as Calathea warscewiczii, is a member of the Marantaceae family, native to the rainforests of Brazil. What sets this plant apart are its striking leaves, adorned with a mesmerizing pattern of deep green hues contrasted by vibrant pink undersides, resembling delicate bubbles floating beneath.

Aesthetic Appeal: One cannot help but be drawn to the Pink Bubbles Plant's aesthetic allure. Its large, oval-shaped leaves boast intricate patterns reminiscent of fine brushstrokes, creating a visual feast for the eyes. The underside of the leaves, flushed with shades of pink ranging from soft blush to rich magenta, adds a dramatic flair that elevates its beauty to new heights. Whether placed in a sunlit corner or a shaded alcove, this plant never fails to command attention.

Caring for Your Pink Bubbles Plant: While the Pink Bubbles Plant may exude an air of exoticism, it is surprisingly low-maintenance, making it an ideal choice for both novice and seasoned plant enthusiasts alike. Here are some essential care tips to help your Pink Bubbles Plant thrive:

Light: Indirect sunlight is ideal for the Pink Bubbles Plant. Avoid exposing it to direct sunlight, as this can cause its leaves to scorch. Opt for a location with bright, filtered light to maintain its vibrant foliage.

Watering: Keep the soil consistently moist but not waterlogged. Allow the top inch of soil to dry out between waterings, and ensure adequate drainage to prevent root rot. Mist the leaves regularly to maintain humidity and deter pests.

Humidity: Hailing from the tropical rainforests, the Pink Bubbles Plant thrives in high humidity. Consider placing a humidifier nearby or placing the pot on a pebble tray filled with water to create a humid microclimate.

Temperature: Maintain a warm, consistent temperature between 65-80°F (18-27°C). Protect the plant from drafts and sudden temperature fluctuations, which can stress the delicate foliage.

Soil: Use a well-draining, peat-based potting mix to provide optimal growing conditions. A slightly acidic soil pH between 6.0-6.5 is preferable for the Pink Bubbles Plant.

Propagation and Repotting: Propagation of the Pink Bubbles Plant is typically done through division or by taking stem cuttings. During the growing season, carefully divide the plant, ensuring each division has sufficient roots attached. Alternatively, propagate stem cuttings in water or a moist potting mix until roots develop, then transplant into individual pots. Repot the plant every 1-2 years in spring, refreshing the soil and providing ample room for growth.

Conclusion: In a world filled with botanical treasures, the Pink Bubbles Plant stands out as a true gem, captivating hearts with its exquisite beauty and easygoing nature. Whether adorning a living space or serving as a conversation starter in a garden, this enchanting plant brings joy and wonder wherever it goes. Embrace the magic of the Pink Bubbles Plant and let its whimsical charm infuse your surroundings with vitality and grace.

[sakhshimandal]

Understanding the Basics of HVAC Ducting Systems

Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning (HVAC) systems play a pivotal role in maintaining comfortable indoor environments in homes, offices, and various buildings. A fundamental component of HVAC systems is the ducting system, which is responsible for distributing conditioned air throughout a space. In this article, we will delve into the basics of HVAC ducting systems, exploring their components, functions, and importance in maintaining indoor comfort.

What is an HVAC Ducting System?

An HVAC ducting system, often simply referred to as "ductwork," is a network of ducts or conduits designed to transport heated or cooled air from the HVAC unit to different areas within a building. These systems are essential for regulating temperature, humidity, and air quality, providing comfort and ensuring a healthy indoor environment.

Components of an HVAC Ducting System

Ducts: The ducts themselves are the primary components of the system. They are typically made of various materials, including sheet metal, fiberglass, or flexible materials, depending on the specific application. Ducts come in different shapes and sizes, such as round, rectangular, or oval, to accommodate different space requirements.

Registers and Grilles: Registers and grilles are the visible parts of the ducting system that allow conditioned air to enter and exit the rooms. Registers are equipped with adjustable dampers that enable occupants to control the airflow and temperature in individual spaces.

Diffusers: Diffusers are similar to grilles but are designed to distribute air more evenly throughout a room. They disperse air in multiple directions, ensuring uniform temperature and air quality.

Dampers: Dampers are movable plates or valves within the ducts that can be adjusted to control the flow of air. By adjusting the dampers, it is possible to direct more or less air to specific areas, allowing for customized climate control.

Plenums: Plenums are transitional sections of the ductwork that connect the HVAC unit to the ducts. They serve as distribution points for conditioned air and often include filtration systems to improve indoor air quality.

Functions of an HVAC Ducting System

Air Distribution: The primary function of an HVAC ducting system is to distribute conditioned air to different areas within a building. This ensures that each room receives an adequate supply of heated or cooled air, maintaining a comfortable indoor temperature.

Air Filtration: Many HVAC ducting systems incorporate filters within the plenums or ducts. These filters help remove dust, allergens, and contaminants from the air, improving indoor air quality and ensuring a healthier living or working environment.

Zoning: Ducting systems can be designed with zoning in mind. Zoning allows for the division of a building into separate areas or zones, each with its own thermostat and damper control. This enables more precise temperature control and energy efficiency by only conditioning areas that are in use.

Sound Control: Properly designed ducting systems can also include sound-dampening features to minimize the noise generated by the HVAC unit and airflow. This is crucial for maintaining a quiet and comfortable indoor environment.

Importance of Proper Design and Maintenance

The design and maintenance of an HVAC ducting system are critical to its overall performance and efficiency. A well-designed system ensures that conditioned air reaches all areas evenly, preventing hot or cold spots within a building. It also helps maintain energy efficiency by reducing energy wastage due to leaks or inadequate insulation.

Regular maintenance is equally important. Neglected ducting systems can accumulate dust, mold, and contaminants, diminishing indoor air quality and potentially leading to health issues. Additionally, poorly maintained ducts may develop leaks, reducing system efficiency and increasing energy costs.

Conclusion

Understanding the basics of HVAC ducting systems is crucial for anyone seeking to create and maintain a comfortable and healthy indoor environment. These systems, composed of ducts, registers, grilles, dampers, diffusers, and plenums, play a pivotal role in distributing conditioned air, maintaining air quality, and providing precise temperature control. Proper design and maintenance are essential to ensure the efficiency and effectiveness of these systems, making them a cornerstone of modern building comfort and functionality.

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Illegal Habit of Diesel Generator Maintenance

Once a diesel generator fails, it must be repaired before it can be put into production again. Careful working attitude and accurate fault analysis are necessary conditions for successful maintenance of diesel generator. However, in our daily maintenance work, some irregular work habits often lead to the failure of maintenance work. Here, Dingbo Power Generation Equipment lists some illegal working habits in the maintenance of diesel generator for our technicians to learn from. The specific content is shared as follows:

1. Unqualified cleaning of generator parts

During the maintenance of diesel generator, the correct removal of oil stains and impurities on the surface of parts is of great significance to improve the repair quality and extend the service life of machinery. If the sundries in the bolt hole and the sand in the hydraulic element are not completely removed, the bolt torque is insufficient, the piston ring is easy to break, the cylinder gasket is ablated, and the hydraulic element is worn early: during the overhaul of the diesel generator, the oil dirt or impurities accumulated in the filter, lubricating oil passage, etc. are not carefully removed, which makes the maintenance work incomplete and reduces the trouble free operation time of the equipment.

2. The quality of the small parts of the unit is not up to standard

During the maintenance of diesel generator, some maintenance personnel often only pay attention to the maintenance of pump, fuel pump and other parts, but ignore the maintenance of "small parts" such as various instruments. Who knows that it is precisely these "small parts" that lack maintenance, leading to early wear and tear of the machinery and shortening its service life. For example, if the oil filter, air filter, hydraulic oil filter, water temperature gauge, oil temperature gauge, oil pressure gauge, sensor, alarm, filter screen, grease nozzle, oil return connector, cotter pin, fan air guide cover, drive shaft bolt locking plate, etc. used by the unit are not maintained carefully, they will often be "penny wise and pound foolish", resulting in diesel generator equipment failure.

3. Habitual maintenance errors occur

When maintaining equipment for diesel generator, some maintenance personnel do not understand some problems that should be paid attention to during maintenance, which leads to "habitual" errors in disassembly and assembly, affecting the maintenance quality of machinery. For example, when installing the piston pin, the piston pin is directly driven into the pin hole without heating the piston, resulting in increased deformation of the piston and increased ovality: when repairing the diesel generator, the bearing bush is excessively scraped, and the antifriction alloy layer on the surface of the bearing bush is scraped off, resulting in early wear caused by direct friction between the steel back of the bearing bush and the crankshaft; When disassembling interference fit components such as bearings and pulleys, do not use a tensioner. Hard hitting and knocking can easily cause deformation or damage to the components; When unsealing new pistons, cylinder liners, fuel injection nozzle assemblies, plunger assemblies, and other parts, burning the oil or wax stored on the surface of the parts can cause changes in the performance of the parts, which is not conducive to their use.

Dingbo Power was founded in 1974 and is one of the earliest manufacturers of generators and diesel generator sets in China. If you want get more information, please feel free to send email to [email protected] we will pay highly attention on your question.

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[oliviachows]

5 Foods That Look Like Organs and How Good They Are.

Organs are collections of tissues that each serve a specific purpose in the body. Models incorporate the heart, liver, and stomach.

According to the "you are what you eat" theory, some foods are similar to the organs they help. Training is frequently scorned, yet is in some cases upheld by science.

Walnut-Brain.

The wrinkled appearance of a walnut resembles the human brain in many ways. Additionally, it is high in omega-3 fatty acids, which are necessary for cognitive function and brain health.

The walnut extract was found to break down Alzheimer's disease-associated protein-based plaques in a study. This is due to the abundance of over three dozen neuron transmitters found in walnuts, which support brain function and protect against dementia.

Walnuts rank among the best when it comes to providing nourishment for the body, although there are numerous other tree nuts to choose from. They're accessible entire or slashed and arrive in different arrangements including crude, cooked, and prepared. They're an extraordinary wellspring of omega-3s and DHA, which are known to work on mental execution in babies and grown-ups the same.

Sweet Potato-Pancreas.

The pancreas and the sweet potato Sweet potatoes contain a lot of fiber, which can help control blood sugar and lower cholesterol. Manganese, vitamin C, and potassium are also in them.

Individuals with kidney illness ought to restrict their admission of these supplements since abundant sums can develop in their bodies and lead to kidney harm. Before eating them, people with compromised kidneys should talk to a doctor or a renal dietitian, according to the National Kidney Foundation.

Additionally, sweet potatoes are a good source of antioxidants and fiber, both of which can boost your immune system and gut health. Additionally, they are an excellent source of beta-carotene, which can reduce the oxidation process that leads to the formation of free radicals in the body, thereby preventing heart disease and cancer.

Avocado-Uterus.

Avocados with an oval shape are similar to a woman's uterus and are good for women's reproductive health. They contain folic acid, which reduces the likelihood of cervical dysplasia and prevents babies from developing disabilities at birth.

Additionally, they contain potassium, which helps to regulate excess estrogen, which can lead to problems in the uterus like endometriosis.

Additionally, they are an excellent source of monounsaturated fats, which are essential for the development and growth of fetuses.

They likewise contain solvent fiber, which helps assimilation and facilitates defecation. They help you feel fuller between meals and are an excellent addition to a healthy pregnancy diet.

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Grapes-Lungs.

The human body's lung is one of its most important organs. With each breath, they remove carbon dioxide from the lungs and help oxygen reach the rest of your body.

Air fills thousands of tiny alveoli, or air sacs, at the ends of the bronchi as it moves through your lungs. They look like grape bunches, and when you inhale, a burst of air helps oxygen move through your lungs.

Blood vessels and cells that filter the air and discharge waste products into the lungs are also housed in these tiny sacs. Concentrates on showing that an eating regimen wealthy in leafy foods, particularly berries, can assist with reinforcing the alveoli, which makes it simpler to relax.

Carrots-Eyes.

Carrots contain a lot of vitamin A, which is necessary for healthy eyes. They likewise contain lutein and zeaxanthin, which are cell reinforcements that shield the eyes from waterfalls, dryness, and age-related macular degeneration.

The American Academy of Ophthalmology claims that nutrient-dense vegetables can improve your vision in low light. According to Natalie Allen, RD, it also helps keep your eye's photoreceptors healthy and lowers your risk of night blindness.

Good eye health habits like avoiding blue light and screen time, eating a healthy diet, exercising frequently, not smoking, and going to an optometrist or ophthalmologist for regular eye exams are essential. In the end, however, consuming a variety of fruits and vegetables is your best chance of avoiding glaucoma, macular degeneration, and cataracts.

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[generowesblog]

Evolution in Swimming Pool Design

As with everything else, the design of a swimming pool is constantly changing. The swimming pool was originally a rectangular body of water. It has become a statement piece. A swimming pool at home is an extension and expression of the owner's personality. In hotels and resorts, it displays the highest levels of luxury.

Aesthetics - The pool shapes no longer have to be rectangular. They are available in many shapes such as oval, round, oblong and figure of eight. You can choose from a wide range of colors for the tiles. Many artists have donated their creativity and created stunning mosaics and murals based upon related subjects, such as mermaids or the underwater scenery of fishes or other aquatic animals, but also the waves and oceans.

Many people want their ''Holzpool'' swimming pool designs to be customized to match their personal tastes and lifestyles. Modern swimming pools are equipped with temperature controls, hot/cold pool, Jacuzzi, and even a bar. These unique edges can also be found. They may merge with the water or lead to the water.

The landscaping around the pool is another innovative concept. The surrounding greenery makes swimming more enjoyable, relaxes and brings us closer to the natural world. Although designer swimming pools have brought fresh air to the concept with their lush green surrounds, waterfalls, and colorful mosaics, they can be expensive.

Fitments and Accessories: There is an incredible selection of high quality fittings and support items for swimming pools on the market. There are many options for water jets and musical fountains as well as temperature controls and automatic filter units. You will have a memorable pool-side experience with comfortable deck chairs, colourful umbrellas and inflatable floats.

There are many options for pool design updates available on the market. The products are high quality and well-priced. It is no longer difficult and time-consuming to maintain swimming pools. The tiles have been scientifically designed to be easy to clean and maintain. There are many options for tiles made from ceramic, glass mosaic, or ceramic.

Conclusion: While the design of the swimming pool may have seen some improvements, the most important thing is the great times that were had by all. You will treasure the happy memories.

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Alpine s series home theater

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The Alpine R-Series amplifiers utilize Alpine’s advanced amplifier platform that takes the classic Class-D amplifier circuit and adds dual post-filter feedback loops for unmatched accuracy and control.

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SVS 3000 Micro seamlessly blends into any speaker system, energizing a space with effortless output from dual active 8-inch drivers and an 800 watt RMS, 2,500+ watt peak amplifier. If the open end of your power cable is a loop and the opening for your power cable … Home > Online Store > Alpine Navigation Multimedia Sale With a large 7″ WVGA screen, My Favourites easy sound setup, and built-in Bluetooth, the INE-W957E offers fast and easy access to your favourite entertainment and information sources. For the non-amplified antenna, you’ll need a amplifier block.

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Get your next ALPINE SWE-1900 Box Type Powered Subwoofer 2001 Model] directly via Croooober Japan, the largest marketplace for used auto parts - worry-free worldwide shipping | Serial No: W20116108A Check OK Acrylic plate Yellowing and scratches are noticeable Rated output: 100Wx2ch Maximum output: 175Wx2ch Accessories: Power supply / speaker input … They are also located inside of a encased battery box. I have this amp hooked up to a 4 ohm Rockford Fosgate P3 10" sub. Poly-Planar MA4052LG 5" Light Gray Coaxial 2-Way Self Draining Waterproof Marine Speaker With LED Lighting $35. The round shape and frosted lens create an extra-wide, highly diffuse beam with soft edges. comes with protective cover Joined Jan 21, 2016.

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*Debadged, red off gmc front emblem now chrome *super whites, all 4 headlight mod *Alpine, 800 watt amp (bridged) 1 RF P3 12' sub *Rear, front end, T-case, transmission, engine, power steering, brakes Mobil/Lucas Synthetic *TB coolent bypass *TDs dumped B4 axel with flowmaster 40's * Zone 1. You have to balance each stage correctly. Power your entire system with a single 5-channel amplifier. Recently, the Alpine was burglarized three separate days, a lawyer for the business disclosed in court March 6 during a civil hearing to determine how … Check Price Alpine SWR 8D2 8&quot Car Subwoofer.

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[wealthypioneers]

Coffee Arabica Seeds (Arabian Coffea Seeds) B5 Coffea Arabica is easy to grow indoors, makes a very attractive houseplant and if it likes you well enough, it will even rewards you with flowers and berries!

Coffea Arabica is mostly known under the common name Arabian coffee, Brazilian coffee, or Kofi coffee and belongs to the Rubiaceae family, and originated in Ethiopia. Coffea Arabica is easy to grow indoors, makes a very attractive houseplant and if it likes you well enough, it will even rewards you with flowers and berries! It is a terrific conversation piece! Arabica represents approximately 90 percent of the world's coffee production. The Arabica plant is an evergreen, typically large upright bush, or a small tree that can reach a height up to 20 feet or 3-5 ft in container.

On plantations, it is kept at a height of about 2-3 m (6 ft) to facilitate harvesting. After planting, the Arabica trees produce their first crop in three years, and will be bearing fully at 7-8 years old. The Arabica plant can successfully produce fruits for about 40 years. Primary, non-renewable branches grow from the trunk at an average distance of 15 cm. The Arabica plants have taproots that are not very deep. The bright green oval leaves are opposite, shiny on top and glossy dark on the underside. The branches carry bouquets of 5-10 small white flowers, in axillaries clusters, opening simultaneously during spring and summer. The white flowers have 5 petals with an odoriferous fragrance that spreads over the plantations. After 7-9 months, the flowers give way to the oval-elliptic coffee cherries, yellow to crimson when ripe and black up on drying, with two beans side-by-side. Each tree can produce 8-10 pounds of coffee a year, depending on climate conditions and other factors. Hardiness Zones : 9-11 (-5c/25f, 4c/40f). The Arabica prefers partial shade, and likes a moist rich soil. The plant needs protection from frost.

Give the roots room to grow. They tolerate a wide range of pH. but optimal pH has been suggested as 4.5-7.0. The type of soil is not too important but good drainage is a must. This plant likes high humidity, so if in dry conditions, give it an occasional misting. When it is grown indoor, place it close to a bright window.

Count:~ 5 Label No Common name Arabian Coffea Family No Genus No Species Coffea arabica Cultivar No Therapeutic uses No Germination Plant indoors before the last frost. Coffee seeds do not need a cold period to germinate. As soon as you receive them, they should be soaked in water for 24 to 48 hours. Then, plant the seeds at 3/4" depth in a deep pot, using a rich, moist, well draining soil mix. Peat moss in the potting mix will help provide acid conditions. Keep the seedlings at 30C and provide bottom heat. The soil should be kept on the moist side, but never soggy and in filtered sunlight. The seeds need air circulation, so do not cover them with plastic. Raise the seedlings in shade for 6-12 months, and then harden them off to sun. Germination should occur in about 60 days, but it can take longer. Be patient!

Food Coffee plants will produce fruit without any fertilizing whatsoever, but for best results and maximum yield, they should be fed every 2 weeks from March to October, and then monthly from November through February. Use a soluble, all purpose (10-10-10) fertilizer. Pruning may involve simple pinching to produce a bushier plant, or you may go as far as cutting it way back.... Right down to where only two branches near the bottom are left on it! Scarification / Stratification No

How To Sprout Coffee Seeds Once you have your seeds, soak them in water for 24 hours, drain, and then sow in damp sand or wet vermiculite, or put the seed between moist coffee sacks. After you germinate coffee tree seeds, remove them from the medium. Place the seed flat side down in a hole made in loam soil with a high humus content to which rotted manure, bone meal or dried blood can be added. You can also try a lightweight, porous soil. Don’t press the soil down. Place ½ inch (1 cm.) of mulched grass atop to conserve moisture but remove it when the seed has germinated. Water seeds daily but not too much, just moist. Once your seeds have germinated, the plant can either be left or transplanted in a porous, low pH soil with a high nitrogen content. Orchid fertilizer may be used sparingly on the coffee plant to maintain the low pH and add minerals. Place the plant indoors under artificial lighting. Water once a week and allow to drain, and again during the week with fertilizer. Keep the soil moist and well drained.

Once spring begins, water the plant well to shock it into bloom. Oh, and then you still aren’t done. Once the cherries mature, you can harvest, pulp, ferment, dry roast and then ah, finally enjoy a nice cup of drip. It takes some painstaking effort to mimic tropical high altitude conditions where coffee bean trees thrive, but well worth the effort, even if you don’t get the finest quality java out of your tree. There’s always the corner coffee shop. http://springsofeden.myshopify.com/products/coffee-arabica-seeds-arabian-coffea-seeds-b5

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5 Best Bladeless Fans

Bladeless fans appeared in the market roughly about a decade ago. The bladeless fans work differently than standard bedroom fans with blades. They create airflow within the enclosed base of the fan. This airflow is then shot out from the oval or round head. Thus these fans make a better option for those looking for quieter and safer alternatives. These are some of the best innovations made for the safety of children.

What To Consider When Choosing Bladeless Fans?

Airflow Some may find that bladeless fans don't have the same airflow power as their traditional counterparts. So, it is good to keep looking for the best fan with powerful airflow. Noise The bladeless fans tend to be less noisy than regular blade fans. So you must consider the space you need the fan to be kept and the purpose. Energy efficiency The bladeless fans also are exceptionally energy-efficient. They use less electricity. However, this efficiency varies from fan to fan. We have listed the these best bladeless fans on this page to make the purchase easy for you. These fans were tested and testified for their quality, ease of use, features, and affordability.

Best Bladeless Fans

1. Dreo 42 Inch Bladeless Tower Fan with Remote

Best price on Amazon - This amazing fan has 90° oscillation feature - It gives off excellent cooling - Great for large spaces - This fan has a noise level of 34dB - 48 dB - Custamizable airflow speed - It is qiet tall so enjoy the breeze on your bed - It comes with remote control - You can set the timer; it auto shuts off 2. Dyson Air Multiplier AM06 Table Fan

Best price on Amazon - This is a super innovative table fan - This bladeless fan comes with unique air flow methode - It is uniquely designed for table tops - This table fan is safe for children and pets - You get to choose frrom 10 speed settings - Auto-shut off timer upto 9 hours 3. Greentech Environmental pureFlow QT7 Bladeless Fan

Best price on Amazon - This fan has a unique feature of 90° vertical and horizontal oscillation - It offers powerful airflow up to 30 feet distance - The fan is super quiet - It operates at a whisper-quiet 13 decibels - It is more energy efficient using as little as 2 watts - This fan is ideal for any location due to its small footprint - It can be placed on a table or the floor - This amazing fan is affordable - The brand offers a 30-day money-back policy 4. Air Choice Bladeless Tower Fan

Best price on Amazon - The fan looks stylish and attractive - It is a 43-inch portable tower fan - It is compact and does not use much space - It provides powerful and efficient airflow - It comes with 3 optional airflow modes - It has a 70° Oscillation design - This bladeless fan has a remote-control facility - The fan is outstandingly quiet 5. Lasko AC615 Bladeless Tower Fan

Best price on Amazon - The  Air Logic Tower Fan provides impressive airflow - It works perfectly for a large space - This fan is highly affordable - The Nighttime Setting controls white noise automatically - It is 37- inch tall and compact - You get a 1-year limited warranty.   Here are a few more recommendations for bladeless fans that are affordable and have various features.

ULTTY Bladeless Tower Fan and Air Purifier with HEPA Filter

FUSWLAN Portable Bladeless Neck Fan

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Air purifier recommendation and pit avoidance summary for different functions

Recommended air purifiers with different functions

Pet deodorization, sterilization air purifier recommended

When choosing an air purifier for pet odor removal, consider pet hair on the one hand, and TVOC odor removal on the other hand. This requirement is mainly configured on the primary filter + activated carbon. The requirements for tiny particles are different. Those with high quality requirements can consider adding negative ions. The pet deodorant air purifier only needs to be equipped with a primary filter and a HEPA filter, and there is no complicated filter.

Dust removal air purifier recommended

If the dust removal effect of the air purifier is obvious, it relies on the high-efficiency HEPA filter screen, and some ventilation settings, such as a double-sided filter screen and tower structure. Here are some excellent and cost-effective dust removal air purifiers for reference. . This air purifier has adsorption and decomposition to remove formaldehyde + double digital display + removal of haze and allergens. Of course, the focus is on its efficient dust removal, 800m3/hour CADR of particles, for pets at home, the priority of allergies chooses. The above are recommended air purifiers with different functions.

Summary of air purifier pit avoidance

Air purifier depends on demand

If you don’t want to look at so many principle points and how to choose an air purifier, you can directly read the two core elements of a home air purifier purchase:

Air purifier look at the indicators

Air purifier recommends looking at the four major national standards (CCM\CDR\noise\energy efficiency), four high and one low, whether it meets your requirements

Don't pay too much attention to the indicators, it can only be used as a reference. The indicators are not absolutely as high as possible. If it is a small brand, it is recommended not to trust the indicators.

Air purifier choose to see filter

Check the main components of its filter screen and sterilization, how many times the seven-fold filter is used, and does it match your needs? Buy according to your own needs, keep pets, have children, dust and other allergens, viruses, formaldehyde removal for air purifier selection, and do not buy unnecessary needs. The above is the summary of air purifier pit avoidance.

Principle of air purifier

Formaldehyde removal air purifier hardware configuration

The main working principle of the air purifier to remove formaldehyde is: through the motor and fan in the air purifier machine, the indoor air circulates and the polluted air passes through the filter combination unit (ie filter screen, filter element) in the machine, and the formaldehyde is removed, adsorbed, and filtered. Decomposition. Let's take a look at the internal structure of the household air purifier. Its core hardware includes the motor, fan blade, air filter combination unit (filter screen), and intelligent monitoring chip (intelligent digital display). The structure of the air purifier is based on the structure of the filter element. It can be divided into the oval filter, single-sided square filter, double-sided square filter, and tower filter air purifier. The above is the principle of air purifier.