Neel Dervin and The Dark Angel

He was a teenage super soldier.
There were certain questions that fourteen year old Neel Dervin had never thought to ask himself.
Like how much pain he could endure before passing out. Or how many times he could be shot and still keep running. Or how often he could lie to his friends and family without feeling remorse.
But then that one fateful day changed his life forever, and set him on a path towards immeasurable power as well as inconceivable terror.
Now the only people who can help him deal with the situation are complete strangers who are using him for their own ends. Trapped in circumstances beyond his control with abilities he barely understands, he must navigate a treacherous path mired in betrayals and difficult choices to take back control of his life

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11. CHAPTER 6: Dangerous Games - Part 2

 

Neel woke up the next morning and sat up in his bed with a sigh. It was back to the familiar routine. He got up and went to get ready for school.

He put on his uniform of white shirt and navy blue pants, and a blue striped tie with black shoes. He went downstairs to find that his mother had made him two sandwiches and a glass of milk, and was busy packing his lunch.

"Are we feeling all right today?" she asked when he came down and greeted her.

"Totally." Neel said as he handed her his school tie. His mother knotted it carefully around his neck. "You know, it's really about time you learn to do this on your own." she remarked. He grinned as he sat at the table and began wolfing down the sandwiches.

"Slow down. You've got time. Is Aryan going to ride with you to school?" His mother asked.

"Uh huh." Neel nodded through a mouthful of sandwich. "I called him yesterday. He'll meet me at the intersection."

"Well, you have a good day. Don't over exert yourself, and come back home safely, all right?" his mother said, giving him a one armed hug.

"I'll try." Neel grinned. "Bye, mom." He left the house with his school bag over his shoulders and got on his old cycle.

He reached the crossing half a mile away from his house where Aryan was waiting for him on his own cycle.

"About time." Aryan called out to him as he rode up. "It was really boring going to school alone. You want to trade cycles?" They often swapped cycles on the way to the school. Aryan's cycle was much more expensive and better looking, not to mention much easier to ride. Neel enjoyed the smooth working of the gears, while Aryan enjoyed the challenge of racing on Neel's cycle, whose chain had a habit of slipping off at crucial moments.

"No time, I don't want to be late on my first day back after a week." Neel said. "So let's go." They took off together across the intersection. The morning air was fresh and invigorating. Neel checked himself just in time from bursting into his full speed on the pedal.

"You're feeling completely okay now?" Aryan asked him as they weaved through the traffic. Neel winced every time a horn blasted nearby. But it was something he'd had to get used to.

"Oh, sure. I mean," Neel amended hastily. "No, not completely. The doctor wants me to sleep and take rest after school till five. Just to make sure."

"Till five!" Aryan said in surprise. "But you'll still be going to the coaching?"

"Unfortunately." Neel said with a grimace. "I won't be able to come out in the evenings for a few more days." He hoped it would only be a few days. Arjun had told him it would all depend on how quickly he picked up his training.

Elvitar's Academy was two miles away from Mira colony. They arrived five minutes before the bell had rung for first period. They parked their cycles in the stands and walked up the flight of stairs to the first floor, to their class in the eighth standard.

Neel entered the classroom to find a sea of familiar faces looking at him. There was a chorus of noise from his classmates, all of whom had heard about his accident. Some had been told by Aryan that Neel's accident had turned out to be quite minor, while others were under a hazy impression that he had been at death's door before having had a miraculous recovery. The latter group had no idea how close they were to the truth.

Many of the students crowded around him, some to welcome him back, others to get a firsthand account of the accident.

"Welcome back, bro." Nitin said to him warmly, slapping Neel on his back. "We were really worried about you."

"Thanks, man." Neel grinned back. "Feels good to be back."

"We thought you'd died or something." Saransh remarked, leaning over Karan's shoulder. "We heard you were admitted in the hospital and everything."

"Yeah, well. Sorry to disappoint you." Aryan said to him. "But he's totally fine."

"What exactly happened to you?" Vibha asked him with interest, turning around from her seat in front of Neel. "How did you end up in the hospital?"All his other classmates leaned in closer as well.

"Oh, I don't know." Neel said vaguely. "I was going really fast, and then this car came in front of me, and then I put on the brakes but they didn't work right so I managed to stop but then I landed on the windshield and twisted my shoulder a bit and then I was in the hospital and they said it has been a very minor injury… and anyway what's been going on in school?"

His audience seemed disappointed with his narrative, and most of them returned to their seats. In any case, the first period was due to begin in minutes, and their class teacher, Mrs. Khurana, believed strongly in absolute discipline in the classroom.

"You didn't miss much." Sonali informed him as the others left. "It's been a slow week. And the teachers will probably go easy on you because you've just returned from the hospital." she made a face. "Except Ticolo, of course."

"Yeah, well. I wasn't expecting much from him." Neel said.

"Good thing you're not." Aryan said darkly. "Last Friday he made a student stand outside the classroom for two periods because he forgot to do his work. Didn't matter that the he'd sprained his wrist."

Mrs. Khurana entered the classroom, a tall, forbidding looking woman with graying hair and a pair of chain spectacles. The class rose to greet her, with a chanting of 'Good morning, Ma'am'. She looked the entire class over once and nodded. "Good morning, class. Sit down." The class resumed their seats, and Mrs. Khurana's gaze settled on Neel.

"So you're feeling well enough to attend classes again, Neelanchan?" she said. "I was very sorry to hear about your accident."

"Thank you, Ma'am." Neel stood up. "I'm feeling fine now."

"Well, welcome back to class." Mrs. Khurana said. "You can ask your classmates to bring you up to speed on whatever you have missed, and I expect you to have caught up on everything by tomorrow."

"Yes, Ma'am." Neel sat down again. Mrs. Rai opened the attendance register, and began the roll call. The class rummaged in their bags and took out their English books. The rest of the class passed relatively peacefully. Mrs. Rai was a good teacher, kind but strict, and able to get her point across to the students.

Then the bell rang, and Mrs. Khurana left the class to a chorus of 'Thank you, Mam'. Neel barely had time to ask Aryan about the math work when Mr. Pannikar, their history teacher entered the classroom. The class stood again, and another chorus of 'Good morning.' rang through the classroom.

"Good morning. Sit down, everyone." Mr. Pannikar called out in his calm, deep voice, with a nod to the entire class. "I hope everyone had a good weekend. Open your books at page thirty one. Shilpa, start reading from where we left off last week."

The class took out their history books and Shilpa rose to read. There was complete silence in the room except for her voice. Mr. Pannikar had the ability to silence most students with a glance. He walked slowly up and down the classroom, making sure that everyone's heads were bent over their books. Mr. Pannikar was from Kerala and had joined the school five years ago. He was well over six feet tall, and made most students feel tiny when he stood next to them. He was always dressed simply and neatly, and very rarely smiled, which somehow made him appear all the more impressive. The students held him in awe, and the temper he had exhibited in the past once or twice in connection with some excessively unruly students had given the students a healthy amount of respect for him.

He walked up Neel's row, and stopped at his desk. Neel looked up and was about to stand.

"No, no, keep sitting." Mr. Pannikar said quietly. A few of the students looked up from their books. He gave them a look. They all hastily turned back to their books. He turned again to Neel. "I heard that you had been admitted to the hospital after an accident. How do you feel now?"

"I'm fine, sir." Neel said. "I recovered completely last week." Mr. Pannikar nodded, then continued up the row.

"Thank you, Shilpa, that's enough." he said. Shilpa sat down, and he gazed around the class. "So what do these three paragraphs tell us about the Asian silk roads?" The class hastily started reading the paragraphs again. "Anand?"

Anand rose self consciously from his seat and looked at Mr. Pannikar. "Er… it tells us that they were roads that were used to travel over Asia … and silk was one of the major products that were transported…"

Mr. Pannikar stared at him for a long moment. Several of the students tittered. But then Mr. Pannikar nodded, and Anand sat down with relief. Mr. Pannikar turned to the other side of the room. "Arvind?"

Arvind rose. "The Silk Routes were important paths for cultural, commercial, and technological exchange between merchants, pilgrims, missionaries, soldiers, and urban dwellers from Ancient China, Ancient India, Ancient Tibet, Persian Empire..." His voice droned on. His answer was almost word for word the same as in the book. He absent mindedly pushed his spectacles, two sizes too big for him, up his nose as he gazed solemnly at Mr. Pannikar.

Mr. Pannikar nodded to him as well. "Yes, sit down, Arvind." He gazed around the class room as Arvind sat down, making sure they were all listening. The class sat up straighter.

"The silk road was of primary importance for communication between Asian territories in the fifth century." Mr. Pannikar said. "We will be dealing with their role in the spreading of the cultures of different countries. Take out your copies and start taking notes."

The rest of the classes passed in much the same fashion as they always had. It had only taken the first two periods for Neel to lose the sense of newness he had experienced the day before while contemplating returning to school. By the third period he felt as though he had never been away at all. Indeed, sitting in the classroom, arguing with Karan and Aryan over whether Enter the Dragon or Chachi 420 was worth watching on television that day, it was the part of Neel's time spent at Swan Labs that felt distant and unreal.

The biggest difference was in the sound level. It had not been so bad when the teachers were present, but in between periods the discipline broke, and students gossiped and joked together happily. Neel found himself listening unwillingly to Vijay describing how a particularly spicy dish at a party had upset his stomach for a week, and Suman telling Sweccha that her friend from another section had a crush on Aryan and wanted to meet him, while Parthak complained bitterly to his best friend Mani about the itchy underwear that his mother made him wear. Neel tried his best to ignore the chatter, and was glad when recess finally came. The students scattered all over the campus to eat their lunches, and sitting with Aryan and Nitin and the other boys in the open field made the sound level diminish considerably.

Then they had a math class with Mr. Mathur, whom students had long ago nicknamed Ticolo. He was a tiny, fussy man with round glasses and a receding hairline plastered carefully over the large empty dome on top of his head. It took him eight minutes to pick out Neel and start in on him. Why hadn't he completed the homework? Why had he wasted a week of school work? What did he mean he was unwell? A leave of absence was no excuse. Had he been able to sit up and read? Then he should have studied at home during his absence. Students were required to hand in their assignments on the exact date. Why was he so careless? Why did he insist on wasting the money his parents put into his education?

Neel tried his best to explain the situation, but arguments only increased Ticolo's fussy irritation. Aryan attempted gallantly to defend him, pointing out that students on sick leave were allowed some time to readjust to school, and that Neel had been on leave in order to rest from a serious injury, and that the other teachers had given him a few days to catch up on schoolwork. It was a well reasoned and sensible argument, and the upshot was both of them standing at the back of the class with their arms raised over their heads for the rest of the period.

"If I didn't say it before, welcome back." Aryan muttered to Neel as Mani and Shekhar threw paper pellets at them behind Ticolo's back.

Almost as bad was Ms. Awasthi's class, their physics teacher. She was a relatively younger addition to the school with a sugary sweet temperament, who had a heartily disliked habit of treating all the students, from the juniors to the seniors, as though they were still in the nursery. She swooped down on Neel at once and dragged him unwillingly to her desk at the front.

"Does it still hurt, dear?" she asked anxiously, prodding his arm and shoulder.

"It's fine, Ma'am." Neel said politely, trying to back away without appearing to.

"Oh, you poor thing, how you must have suffered." she sighed, straightening his tie. Aryan and the others sniggered in the back. "If you ever want to talk about what happened that day, you come to my office straight away, all right? These awful memories can have a terrible effect on the mind. You can talk to me anytime, all right, dear?"

"Thank you, Ma'am." Neel said, making a mental note to avoid her staff room in the future.

"You should all learn a lesson from Neelanchan." She told the rest of the class, seizing his arm and turning him to face them. "Look how bravely he's standing there after having gone through such a terrible accident." She pointed helpfully at Neel, and forty two pairs of eyes were trained on his blushing countenance.

"It happened a week ago, Ma'am." Neel said, again trying to wriggle free. "And it wasn't that terrible. Just my shoulder-"

"I know dear, but I'm sure the memory is still haunting you." Mrs. Awasthi persisted, finally letting go of his arm. "It does you credit to try to put a brave face on things, but the accident must have affected you terribly."

"Not really." Neel said politely but firmly. He was anxious to discourage any future conversations on the topic. "I was unconscious after the first few minutes. And I woke up the next day. So it really wasn't that bad. I really feel better than I ever have before."

"So brave." Mrs. Awasthi sighed. "And I am so happy to hear you have grown stronger from the experience. It's like the story of the caterpillar, children." She turned to the class. "Remember the one I told you all? One day, a sweet little caterpillar was chewing on a leaf and having a wonderful time. But then suddenly he felt very sick." She lowered her voice and gazed around the class impressively. "He asked all his friends to cure him, but his health just kept getting worse. Finally the sad, dear little caterpillar curled into a ball and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he wasamazed to find himself in a cocoon. But the biggest surprise was yet to come. When he finally managed to get out of the cocoon, he found the most beautiful pair of colorful wings attached to his back. The little caterpillar had become a lovely butterfly." She gripped Neel's arm again and steered him closer to her desk. "Dear Neelanchan passed through a very sad experience as well, but he feels much stronger now that it is over. So you see, he is just like the dear, brave little caterpillar." Applause and shouts of agreement greeted the last statement, and the modestly bashful caterpillar carefully avoided making eye contact with any of his classmates.

Finally she released Neel, and he walked rapidly back to his seat, restraining with difficulty the urge to use his full speed. Mrs. Awasthi began the class and students rummaged in their bags for pen and paper.

Aryan turned to Neel with a worried expression on his face. "Dude, if you ever get the urge to suddenly sprout wings and start flapping around the classroom, you'll warn me first, right?" The students seated nearby giggled loudly.

"Shut up." Neel muttered, taking out his textbook.

Two periods later they had a physical training class. Now had come the part of school that Neel had been anxious about the most. The boys assembled in the field with the soccer ball. They trooped over to the goalpost and prepared to choose sides.

The field lay under them trimmed and marked neatly. A cool breeze was blowing around them, causing their hair to whip around their faces. Students were talking and laughing as they prepared to play. Even though he was nervous, Neel could not stop a grin from appearing on his face as he stepped onto the field. He was only now conscious of how much he had missed playing soccer. He had spent a week cooped up in his house, and even though his visits to Swan Labs provided him with plenty of excitement and exercise, the atmosphere there was usually very serious and earnest, and not nearly as much fun as playing with his friends. Neel's spirits now rose as he strode through the familiar grounds.

Aryan and Vipin were declared captains, and the teams were chosen quickly. Everyone paused when Neel's turn came.

Aryan looked at him. "You sure you're well enough to play?"

Neel nodded, his heart beating faster. It wasn't being well enough that he was worried about. "Yeah, I can play."

"Okay, Neel is on our side." Aryan said. The remaining players were chosen, and the teams moved to their places on the field.

Neel walked over to assume the defense position. It was the one he always played in. Aryan had gone to the centre with Dev. The ball was passed between them, and the game began.

Neel felt a rush as his mind automatically started tracing the path of the ball as fast as he could. It wasn't long before his mind had started to speed up again.

Neel closed his eyes, trying not to panic. Now was not the time to get accelerated brain speed. He couldn't risk moving faster than everyone else on the field. He took deep breaths and concentrated on his heartbeat like he had been taught. He was in control… he was in control….he was in-

"Neel!" The agonized yell of his teammates made him open his eyes abruptly. The ball had passed within inches of his feet and was on its way towards the goalpost, where it was barely caught in time by Haider.

"Come on, man, focus!" Haider shouted to Neel as he threw the ball back into play. Neel's other teammates were also staring at him.

"Sorry." he called out to them, flushing. Aryan was looking at him in concern.

"Dude, are you absolutely sure you're all right?" he shouted back.

Neel nodded, and turned his attention again to the ball. Aryan stared at him for a moment, then shrugged and turned back to the game.

Neel was keeping his eyes on the ball now. The match had gotten more intense after how close the other side had come to scoring. Vivek's team surged forward in a body, passing the ball rapidly to each other, entering Aryan's team's side of the field.

Aryan and his team ran to cut them off. Neel and Dev, the two defenders, tensed as the ball came rapidly nearer.

The ball stopped ten feet away from Neel. Aryan had managed to cut off Nitin's progress, and the two were sparring for possession of the ball. The other players rushed towards the spot as well, forgetting their positions in the excitement. Now the ball was passed frantically between several players in rapid succession. The ball was stopped halfway through a pass, and bounced off the player's foot, heading straight for Neel.

Neel stopped the ball, and moved forward with it. All the members of his team, including Dev, were covered by players from the other team, and there was no one left to pass the ball to. Neel moved slowly, trying to draw the opposing players out. It worked.

Atul rushed forward to meet him, two other players following him. That left Aryan open, who was signaling to him. Neel tried to get the ball to him.

But suddenly Atul was blocking him, trying to get the ball away. Neel gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on the ball, trying to keep a grasp on his brain, which was threatening to speed up at any moment.

And then Neel suddenly moved his leg around the ball faster than anyone could see. He stared up at Atul and the other players in alarm. But in the heat of the moment, no one had noticed that split second increase in his speed.

"Neel!" The agonized shouts from his team mates rose again. In the moment when he had gotten the ball away from all three members of the opposite team, he had been too busy staring at Atul and the others to pass the ball to Aryan, who had been wide open. Now the others surged around him again, cutting off any chances of scoring what would have been an easy goal.

Neel gritted his teeth tighter. Panic was giving way to other emotions, and he was starting to get annoyed. He moved the ball slowly around the other three, while they lashed out with their legs, trying to get the ball away. He blocked their kicks with his own leg. And then he prepared to kick the ball hard enough to reach the other end of the field, away from him.

But suddenly Parthak came barreling in from his left, blocking Neel's kick with his leg. Neel saw him preparing to move in front of him, and knew what would happen to him if he were to accidently hit Parthak.

Neel changed the direction of his kick in mid stride, fighting desperately against his own momentum to move away from Parthak. Parthak's body met his own just as it was tipped over on one leg, and Neel was sent crashing to the floor.

Parthak took the ball and passed it lightly to Atul, who sent it spinning into the goalpost with a shrewdly timed kick. "Are you okay?" Atul asked as he lay on the ground.

"Fine." Neel muttered, picking himself up slowly. He saw Aryan staring at him as well, along with his other team mates. "I'm fine." he called out as he rose to his feet. A few of the teammates were staring at him in disgust at letting the ball go after having it in his possession, and even Aryan looked uncomfortable.

"You think his brain's been affected by the accident?" He heard Dev mutter to Aryan as he dusted off his pants.

"No, it hasn't. He's just not settled completely back yet." Aryan snapped irritably. The scorching sun was not helping the tempers of the players. "Give him a break. He's spent the last week stuck in the hospital and his house. I'm sure he'll be all right in a while."

Neel felt a sinking sensation, not so much at the words as at the fact they confirmed. He stared out towards the field again, where the ball was once more in play. Crowds of shouting and running boys flocked around the ball.

Neel stood watching the scene. There was a great heaviness in his heart.

"Aryan!" he called out. Aryan turned. "I don't feel very well. I think I'll sit this one out."

Aryan nodded, trying not to look too relieved. "I knew you couldn't have healed so fast from your accident." He called out. "Go and sit in the shade, man. You can play when you feel better."

Neel nodded listlessly. He took another look at the group of boys. Then he turned slowly to the basketball court, which was empty at the moment. There were a series of stone benches near the court and Neel made his way towards them.

He found Arvind sitting on one of the benches, his head bent over a book.

"Hey, Arvind." Neel said as he drew nearer. Arvind looked up from his book and blinked at Neel through his huge spectacles.

"Hi, Neel." he replied, looking at Neel mournfully. Arvind had a somewhat gloomy personality, and his demeanor usually suggested that he was an unwilling participant in a Greek tragedy. "I heard about your accident. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Thanks." Neel said, sitting next to him.

"You're not feeling well enough to play?" Arvind asked him, staring at him solemnly.

"Something like that." Neel said evasively. "You're not playing either?"

"I have a sore throat." Arvind mumbled, returning to his book. Getting out of exercise was something of a specialty of Arvind's. His long, skinny frame was not of much use in most sports, and he spent most physical education periods wandering around the field. Their coaches had tried to make him play a few times and had then given up.

Arvind glanced at Neel over his book. He knew how fond the other boy had been of football. "But you know, you look pretty healthy right now. I expect you'll be able to play in a few days."

"Yeah, maybe. Is that some new book?" Neel asked, more to draw attention away from his health then because he was really interested in the answer.

"Nah, it's an old one. I'm reading it again." Arvind held up the book he was reading to show the title 'The Valley of Fear'. "I've read all the other ones of Holmes that they have in the library. Miss Jha said they were going to bring in some of Wodehouse's stuff soon."

Neel nodded, trying to look as though the names meant something to him. Arvind was the class topper, and spent most of his time buried in books. Reading was his one big passion, if not text books then novels. Arvind by himself had probably read more books than the rest of the class combined.

Some of their classmates had arrived nearby to play basketball, and Neel watched them from his seat. He saw Nitin stroll past the court looking dreamily into the distance, a pair of earphones in his ears. He came up to where Neel and Arvind were sitting and sat down next to them.

"Hey, Neel." he said, taking the earphones out. "Why aren't you playing?"

"I don't feel very well." Neel said. "And you?" Nitin was one of the best forwards in their class.

"Didn't feel like it." Nitin said with a sigh, a familiar look on his face. "There have been more important things on my mind lately." The far away expression was easy to read for someone who had known him since kindergarten.

"A girl?" Neel asked.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that out." Arvind remarked, looking up from his book again. "Which one is it this time?"

Vijay gazed at Arvind affectionately. At the moment he was in the frame of mind to be fond of everyone. "This time, it's the real thing." He said. "At least," he amended, coming back to Earth, "It will be, once I find out something about her. I saw her coming out of Sarik tuitions last week…" He breathed emotionally for some time. "Her eyes…"

"So what's her name?" Neel asked hastily. There were certain topics on which Nitin could hold forth indefinitely unless cut short at the beginning. He had once talked for twenty minutes during recess about the perfume of a girl he had a crush on.

"I don't know." Nitin said, his eyes losing their dreamy look. He kicked a stone moodily. "I tried to find someone I know there, but I couldn't find anyone who knew her. Her chauffer just brings up the car, and she gets in and leaves. I'm still looking."

"Well, good luck." Neel said. Nitin began absent mindedly tearing through some leaves next to his seat. He had a habit of fiddling around whenever he was thinking deeply. "Sounds like you're really serious. Again."

"I am. Ah, love!" Nitin sighed, leaning back. "Such a beautiful emotion."

"Can you call it love when the girl doesn't even know you exist?" Neel asked mildly.

"She will one day." Nitin said, waving the small detail aside. "If our love is written in the stars, if it is our destiny. Or if I can find someone who has her phone number. When I think I was once as idle as you, Neel. Love does great things for you. It gives a purpose. That's why I don't waste entire weeks sleeping at home."

"I was recovering from an accident that almost killed me."

"See? That just proves my point. You wouldn't have been messing around having accidents if you'd had the steadying influence of a girlfriend. Just look at what a sorry state Arvind is in, wasting all his time buried in books. You think he knows what love means?" Nitin prodded Arvind sharply with a stick which had fallen from a nearby tree. Arvind jumped up with a violent start. He grabbed the stick, broke it in half, stuck it down Nitin's back and then returned to his book.

"Or those two guys." Nitin continued unperturbed, taking out the stick and pointing across the field with it.

Neel turned to look. Pawan Joshi and Ghazi Alam were strolling in the distance, most probably having skipped class. They were both in Neel's year but in a different section. Ghazi had already been held back a few times, and his large bulky physique showed his true age. Yet it was the scrawny Pawan who usually took the lead between them. They had both earned unsavory reputations within the school, barely stopping short of getting expelled, and it was rumored that they had become part of some criminal gang in the city.

"Oh come on, I'm sure they have purpose in life." Neel said. "Nothing says purpose like being known to the police." Nitin grinned.

Arvind looked at his watch and rose from his seat. "Where are you going?" Nitin demanded. "How about putting that giant brain of yours to some actual use for once, and helping me figure out how to talk to her?"

"Sorry, man. As interesting as your love life is, I have to go talk to Manav." Arvind said, picking up his book. Manav was the head of student cultural affairs at the school. "They want help sorting some novels students donated in last week's drive."

"I'll come with you." Neel said, getting up and dusting off his pants. "I think I'll get some book to read, too." Nitin lay back on the bench and stared up at the tree above them, giving himself up to some serious meditation.

"Are you sure you want to come?" Arvind looked at Neel in surprise. "It might take a long time. Maybe the whole period."

Neel turned to stare at the soccer field. Their team had just scored a goal, and he saw Aryan give Vineet a high five.

"That's okay." Neel said as he turned away. "I've got lots of free time now."

 

 

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