Chapter 20: 19: STRANGE

“Come on, Kalum. Adam’s come by that way when we were in Juniors, and again in Senior class a couple times. You’ve been there when he and the other boys meet us before we head out and they complain about coming to the girls quarters every time!” Talitha made a face as she mimed Jonah’s bad humor, following behind Kalum, who refused to look at her as they walked along the shuttle platform in East Central. “’Female quarters—not what I wanted this to be about, for fuck’s sake.’”

“Mhm,” replied Kalum. “Yeah. I remember.”

“You do. But you’re angry. About something really stupid, too. You have no right to be.”

“I’m not angry.”

“You’re barely talking to me. You have an attitude. It’s plain to see you’re angry.”

Kalum, dressed as a sleek vampire from the old-world stories—she read and enjoyed them too for the native similarities, like Jackal—raised her chin as they made their way through crowds of costumed students. Kalum wore gem-studded prosthetic fangs that gave her a lisp whenever she spoke.

“No, I’m not angry—I just finally realize whatever we are is a waste of time,” she said. “I really care for you. You don’t care for me. You don’t take the situation I’m in seriously and this is a joke to you.”

“What? This isn’t a joke. I really care about you too. You know that.” Talitha walked fast to keep pace with Kalum’s rapid clicking steps. “I told you already that I’m with you so you have to trust me. You’re so…jealous! Keep this up and you’ll be another Spencer!”

“Jealous?” Kalum sniffed. “I’m not jealous. I’m fucking smart. The smartest I’ve ever been.”

Talitha groaned.

The stations in the East Central area, located far from the more populated zones within Central Sector and close to Asylum territories, sat desolate though operational for years. Few travelers, save for laborers and public authorities, needed to venture that close to Asylum borders. The seniors passing through on Harvest Eve had to be the most activity the shuttle station had seen in a while.

“Five years, Kala,” said Talitha, still in pursuit. “Five years and counting. That’s how long you and I've been side by side as mates, always together. Now you’re going to make my friendship with Adam an issue after all this time. That’ll be a problem between us. I mean it.”

“I agree. And I’m sure you mean it. That’s because you’re going to realize soon enough you're just curious about being with me and on the rebound. What you want is to marry, have children, do the whole natural family path bit—then leave me out of it like a bad memory. You don’t care if you leave me disgraced with my whole world turned upside down. All for you.” Kalum shook her head bitterly, continuing her swift walk. “The sects will murder me for this. Both of them. Actually murder me—kill me. Dead. Bad enough if you were male, but...I’ll be looking over my shoulder for an assassin every day of my life until it’s done. And you don’t fucking care. I fooled myself and put my life at risk for you.”

“Fuck you. Why would you say that?”

“No, Talitha. Fuck you. You want me to understand what you’re dealing with but you don’t give me the same courtesy.”

“I do get it. I got it from Day One.”

“You don’t. You’re supposed to be with me and you…disrespect me by dancing that way with Adam. Right in front of me too. He doesn’t know about us but you do.” Kalum scoffed. “And he was in your room. Alone. You were all right with that even though you knew I was coming. You didn’t think of linking to me to tell me he was there—probably because you want me to see you with him and wonder about you two. About that special tie you say all the time you have with him. More of your games. My feelings are not a fucking game.”

“My games? What games? You’re out of your mind! You’re making this shit up as you go along and you’re insulting me! Fucking…mad!”

“Go away.”

Talitha muttered apologies to other cheerful students as she eased herself through the crowd, her voluminous fairy skirt crushing between their bodies as she caught up with Kalum, who’d stormed ahead.

“Go away?” said Talitha, peering at the senior at her side.

“Yeah,” replied Kalum coolly. “Go. Away.”

“Oh. Well. If you want it be this way, and you want me gone—I’ll be fucking gone. All right?”

“I told you what I wanted.”

“Fine.” Talitha scoffed as well. “Goodbye, Priestess. See if I care. You can get lost too.”

“Wa ma’um iti.”

“Yeah. Same to you.”

Kalum snickered without humor. “Oh, what a mistake. A huge one. All of it. What an idiot I am. I regret everything. This is a joke and I’m being played.”

“You think that way then I agree, this sure was a mistake,” retorted Talitha. “I regret us too. And you’ll regret those shoes of yours. I told you they were a bad idea. If you fall I won’t help you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, you brat. Now fuck off.”

The vicious spat led to more distance and silence. Talitha, who’d had the sense to wear flat shoes since they were traveling underground, stormed off and left Kalum behind.

She found Jonah within the crowd, standing by the platform’s edge in wait to board a shuttle with a pair of other seniors. He wore casual clothes instead of a costume but had stained it with splatters of fake blood and carried a wolf’s-head mask tucked under his arm. Talitha glanced aside at the sound of raucous laughter, spotting a group of older youths dressed in black utility gear clustered a short distance away. She slowed as she neared Jonah, catching sight of Spencer’s tall form amid the strangers in black, and saw he had a costume on and was dressed as a scarecrow. His regular mussed appearance made the costume look sort of natural.

Talitha spotted another sight too, of females milling about in Spencer’s crowd dressed as white winged angels. Older females, too old to be students. The ladies laughed as mists of seda smoke clouded around them and one of the angels, a dark-haired woman who looked familiar although Talitha wasn’t sure why, wrapped her arms around Spencer from behind and nuzzled his ear with a painted mouth. Her black gaze rolled in Talitha’s direction and remained for a while, as if Talitha were also familiar to her. Spencer glanced at Talitha as well but turned away immediately, breaking into a grin when the male beside him said something to him Talitha was too far away to hear.

“Hey…guys,” said Talitha as she moved close to Jonah, eying the strangers behind her. “All those strange types—they friends of yours? Or…something?” She scanned the young men around Spencer, who also looked too grown to be seniors in any academy. “I’ve never seen people like that hanging around the student courtyards or market districts. They can’t go to any school in Altir. They’re too old.”

“Nah,” replied the senior standing beside Jonah, a boy named Gren. “Not our crowd. Ivan knows ‘em, though. Spence too. Those girls there, the angels—they roll with those guys.”

“Some of the women, for some reason, I feel like I’ve seen them before—”

“Carnation. Lily. Rose.” Jonah nudged his head in the direction of the angels. “You have seen them before. Some others came with them. More of Jackal’s entourage.” A wry grin crossed his face. “They came to party looking fucking hot. Glad I don't have to go find them where he’s at. Must be meant to be. I’ll admit, couldn’t get the thought of them out of my mind all day. Took a nap and think they were in my dreams too.”

“Yeah,” agreed Gren. “They’re molten. I’m gonna talk to them. They look like fun.”

“Me too. And I’m sure they’re lots of fun.”

“Ace.”

“Ah,” said Talitha, glancing back again. “Gotcha. Well…good luck, guys. I guess. They’re eye-catching, that’s true. And if those are the women that were with…you know…then that whole group over there—”

“—is what you think it is,” finished Jonah, lowering his head as he inhaled from a sedasig. “They’re dealers. Said they have a whole stockpile of the best shit waiting in the temple—a fucking dispensary. Dealing here, there…everywhere tonight. Best shit around, pure and fresh, at stellar prices. Giving out more free samples too.”

“Purple?”

“Yep. I know it didn’t work out for you but lots of people love it. Didn’t give them bad dreams. Me either—had some great ones, actually. Smooth rush, level, and best afterglow. Guess you’ve got fucked up thoughts hiding in your brain to hallucinate that bad.”

“Thanks for the sympathy. I guess I really am the loser here.” Talitha folded her arms as she heard the click of Kalum’s heels approaching. “Appreciate your kindness.”

“I’m just saying. It’s not the end of the world. No one’s losing their shit over taking it so I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“All right. Well, I’m staying away from everything right now. I don’t care how fresh it is or how stellar the deals are. Might stay away for a long time.”

“Good idea.” He nodded. “Drinks only tonight. Legal shit. Nothing too hard either. Take it easy and relax.”

“Yeah. I know. And I will.”

“Looking good, Li,” interjected the other senior standing with Jonah and Gren, a senior named Louis who’d remained quiet thus far. “I like your costume. The pink’s real cute on you and the wings, makes you look like you’re on fire. Stellar.”

“Stellar? Really?” She glanced down at herself. “Oh. Thank you. It’s nothing. Nothing at all. I didn’t care for it but I guess it’s all right.”

“It is. You know, I haven’t seen you around school that much this quarter and you’re not hard to spot. It’s all that volunteering you do at Altiria, right?”

“Aye.” Talitha nodded. “I spend a lot of time there and am kind of committed. But I’ve finished my service credits. I’ll be around more for graduation.”

“Cosmic. Well…then I’d say it’s the best time to have fun ourselves. Let loose tonight.” Louis grinned. “We should dance later, you and I. Celebrate the end of our sentence at Cloverland. What do you say?”

The scent of Kalum’s perfume—that soft geiga rose water Kalum wore all the time—filtered to her nose from nearby as Talitha offered Louis a smile. “Ha,” she said. “I’m not even thinking that far ahead, honestly. No dance plans yet. I’m still a little nervous and I’m not ready to let loose right now. But if all goes well and I get more comfortable I might be dancing later.”

“All right.” Louis nodded. “Noted. We’ll run into each other after the party gets going and we’ll see about it then, when the mood’s right.”

“Yeah. Ah…all right. We’ll see.”

“I’ll find you.”

“…Sure.”

“Hi Gren. Hi Jonah. Hi Louis.” Kalum walked past Talitha toward them, inspecting her manicured fingernails absently. “How are you guys?”

“Hey Kalum.” Gren glanced at Louis before nudging his jaw at Kalum in greeting. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s up.” Kalum sighed and flicked her dark, loose hair over her shoulder. “Is that shuttle coming soon? It’s getting late and we still have to do a lot of walking. I fucking hate…taking the shuttle.”

“Any minute now, Your Majesty,” replied Jonah. “It’s the last one before the limited routes run. By the time we leave Westmont it should be fully active again.” He peered down the tunnels, searching for the coming transportation. “Adam should already be out there with Gracie’s crew. He hasn’t linked in a while with an update so they might be passing under Kidish as we speak.”

“Oh. Good for him.”

Ivan appeared from within the crowd, swooping in beside Kalum while Jonah was speaking. He pushed back the visor of his helmet—he was dressed as a CDPD officer—and looked her over with visible appreciation.

“Hey baby,” he said. “Nice fangs. Looking sexy tonight.”

Kalum’s glance flitted in Talitha’s direction and she tossed her hair again with a sniff. “Thanks, shithead. I guess.”

“Shithead, huh? More poems from the princess. I love that mouth of yours. Never get sick of you using it.” A mischievous smile flashed on his face. “I’ll buy you a drink tonight, sweet queen.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Ha. Stellar.”

Talitha flared at the exchange despite herself, annoyed. “She’s taken, Ivan,” she interjected sourly. Loudly. “King Goatfucker Al-Trashbag. Remember? Or is your memory that short?”

Ivan glanced at Talitha. “Don’t see Goatfucker here tonight.”

“Doesn’t matter. Kalum's not available. You need to back off before there’s a problem.”

“Problem with who?”

“You’ll see.”

“Damn. What’s your issue, Li? Bad, scary dreams have you acting like more of a bitch than usual.” The visor went back down over Ivan’s face, concealing it. “You’re sore that Spencer's moved on and got someone hotter than you—I get it. You’re a miserable fuck and can’t jerk him around anymore so you need someone new to mess with.”

“Fuck off.”

“Truth hurts. Don’t mess up Khel’s night with your piss-ant attitude. She likes to party and I'll help her with that.” Ivan winked at Kalum before looking back at Talitha. “You’re the one who needs to back off.”

Kalum flashed with anger. “Li doesn’t give a fuck about Spencer or his stupid old whore. Okay?” She snapped, directing her irritation at Ivan instead. “Some utterly irrelevant junkie from God knows here—some shithole as shitty as her. Two shitheads in a shit pile. Let him have that trash. Good riddance. Li’s doing so much better now without him.”

“Wow.” Ivan chuckled, backing away from them both. “Whatever. You’re both corked. You should dance with each other if it’s like that. Fucking hell.”

Ivan spun his finger next to his helmet to mime that they were out of their minds before leaving to rejoin Spencer’s group, greeting the males in black with slapping handshakes.

The transport arrived soon after. Kalum pushed past Jonah to enter first without looking back. Talitha scowled, still annoyed, and followed Kalum inside as Jonah waved her forward.

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The directory of rooms for Glenshaw Hall, Adam’s school dormitory at Cloverland, was a flat panel embedded in the entryway with hovering, interactive holographic surnames and quarter numbers. Three hundred male students resided at Glenshaw while attending the prestigious Altirian academy, an experience that Elias didn’t share. He’d attended classes led by Defense Youth since he was a boy of five at the behest of his father, wielding his first weapon at that age—so the excursion, from the moment his crew reached the campus to their arrival in the entryway of Glenshaw, was a trek into foreign territory.

Elias stood in the hallway between the exterior door and the locked entrance to the building, staring at the room indicator marked 118A PENDERGAST/CONLEY. The indicator glowed whenever Elias suspended his finger over the selection in wait for his confirmation that he did, indeed, want to communicate with that room. However, Elias hadn’t done that. Not yet.

He’d hesitated again long enough that another group dressed in costume to walk past him, forcing him to pull the brim of his civilian cap low over his face in an attempt to look nondescript. The students passed and he waited for them to leave before resuming the same staring routine without action. Noor stood beside the directory observing, wearing dark-lensed glasses, and he lowered the frames to address Elias over a private link.

“Push the button, Captain,” said Noor.

Elias held up a hand to silence the navigator. “Mr. Noor,” he said, “I know how to use the thing. I don’t need pointers. Or direction.”

“There’s a guard right over there.” Noor gestured at the locked double doors that led from the entryway into the main lobby. “Either his eye or the sensors will notice we’ve been here way too long even with the high traffic coming and going.”

“Who? That guy?” Elias turned his head to look sidelong at the view of the main lobby visible through the translucent twin entry doors. “He’s a joke. Bottle of Black Dot under the desk. Bet he’s depressed he’s here, working, instead of partying it up with some beach bunny for Harvest Eve. He even knows the right angles to hide the booze.”

“Joke or not, he’ll be up when the quarantine sirens go off. Emergency advisements should start at the top of the hour.”

“They’d better.”

“I doubt Union’s going to risk the safety of their residents just because Silatem’s unpopular right now. Like it or not, the evidence of a possible critical outbreak’s overwhelming.”

“Sure is.”

“Aye. So…anyway.” Noor cleared his throat. “Let’s get back to the intercom—”

The exterior door zipped open as Hudson poked his head in from the outside of the dorm building, calling out to them with impatience. “What’s the holdup ‘ere?” he griped. “Yeh still didn’t finish the shit yeh needed to do, boss? Yeh need help with that task?”

“No,” Elias grunted back. “Return to your post, Commander.”

“Thought we were in a hurry.”

“Stop barking like that. I told you to use the COM for all related communications—”

Noor leaned forward and slipped his hand over the button, pushing the illuminated projection and engaging the room’s intercom. “There,” he said, turning his head toward Elias. “Watch—I’ll do it again quite easily—”

Elias swatted Noor’s hand aside and engaged the intercom himself. “Enough, Navigator. Stand by.”

“Aye, Captain.”

He sank his finger into the projection once, then twice, holding it there for a few seconds on the last touch. A low beep indicated the contact was received on the other end and he waited for a response.

“Maybe they’ve left already,” said Noor. “We’ll have to try something else. You still have active UIA authorities so if necessary…we can execute a forced takeover of his COM for an emergency health advisement. Auto-connect and transmit directly to his COM bud in the middle of whatever he’s doing.”

Elias grimaced at the idea of tapping into his younger brother’s communication device without notice and forcing contact. “His COM’s still offline. No response the normal way. I don’t want to scare the shit out of him if I can help it. Not the best way to say hello after six years gone.”

“Hello?”

A sleepy greeting emanated from the directory display. Elias paused at the sound. He didn’t remember Adam with an Sub-Polar accent.

“Hello,” Elias replied to the disembodied voice. “Is this, ah…Adam Pendergast?”

“Adam?” The voice yawned. “No. This is Tim. I’m in the common area right now. Fell asleep on the couch. Fucking hell, these fucking finals are killing me and I think I’m sleeping more than I’m studying. Doesn’t matter, I’m screwed anyway.”

“Oh. Tim. Right.” Elias nodded, even though the boy—Tim—couldn’t see him. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Nah. It’s fine. I should’ve been up already. Good thing you chimed. Blood Fang’s not on for another couple hours but I’m sure the party’s cosmic already. Showing up late’s better than not showing at all. Right?”

Elias glanced at Noor, who nodded back at information. He spoke to Tim again. “Yeah. You got it. Blood Fang, huh. Is that were Adam went?”

“Yep. He’s been in and out all day. Went to go pick up Gracie and hasn’t been back.”

“I need to talk to him. Where can I find that party?”

“You didn’t get an invite?” Tim scoffed. “The map’s right on there.”

“I haven’t seen the map.”

“You haven’t…what? How did you not…? Weren’t you invited? Hey—wait a second!” Tim sounded fully alert now, the volume of his voice rising. “Who the fuck are you? What school do you go to? Do you even go to school?”

Elias disconnected the contact. The doors to the main lobby zipped open as more costumed students passed through the entry. He turned around and approached them as they walked, tapping the shoulder of one of the tall boys in the back. The boy turned and scowled at Elias.

“What do you want?” he said.

Elias scanned the boy’s costume. The kid was dressed as a prodius, the leader of the surviving human Earth faiths that was now part of the Unifaith umbrella under authority of the high priestess. The friend beside the prodius wore a dark hooded robe—the robes of an Isten Dar divulger—and represented the native faith of Ipir in contrast.

“Nice costumes,” said Elias. “Creative.”

“Yeah, thanks. We know.” The prodius looked Elias over. “Yours sucks, ace. You look like an old bum. That the best you could come up with?”

“You’re right.” Elias gestured at himself, glancing down at the civilian wear he’d worn to blend in with the residents of Altir. “I forgot to get a costume this year. I’m so wasted too. Lost my map. You got the invite on you?”

The divulger scoffed this time. “Loser. You’re supposed to save it to your COM. Not our fault you started the party early.” The hood nodded at him. “What are you on—that Purple?”

Purple. Elias took another mental note. Didn’t sound legal. Had to be wildland contraband—a lot of that passed through society, mostly filtered in through the worst of the crime-ridden RedSect slums. He rubbed his jaw and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he said. “Unbelievable. Elevated my mind. Need your help though. Want to keep partying and Blood Fang’s coming on in a couple hours. It’ll be cosmic and we’re already late.”

“Ugh. Fine. You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood for the holiday.” The prodius reached into the folds of his robe and fished out a black polymer card, extending it to Elias. “If you lose this, moron, you’re on your own.”

“What do I do again?” Elias asked, flipping the card over in his hand and examining it.

The prodius huffed, his patience already low. He glanced at his friends, who were tired of waiting and walking out the front door.

“Scan it,” he said, shoving his finger against the card. “Password’s BLOODFEAST with the date and hour backwards. Now fuck off. Figure the rest out yourself and don’t fuck it up.”

“Thanks,” said Elias, clapping the boy on the arm. “Solid. Appreciate it, mate.”

Elias watched the faux-prodius leave with the divulger before turning back to Noor, who’d risen from his recline against the wall beside the directory. Noor headed for the exit without a word and Elias followed suit, returning to the light of the outdoors that was now overcast with graying clouds.

He rejoined the rest of the Silatem squad lingering by the main street walkway, uttering spoken commands to access the party invitation as he held it over his COM’s sensors. Copies were sent to the other men and a moment of silence followed as they studied the information.

“Source unknown,” said Noor, speaking first. “Auto-wipe feature on the data, I can see the execution commands in the coding once decrypted. Luckily the method’s part of our cryptic databases. This invitation will erase itself at zero hour, right at the crack of Harvest Day.”

“Disable that function and stop the code execution,” replied Elias, studying a projection listing a number of performing bands that set to open for the main act—a band called Blood Fang. His gaze followed the pattern of realistic animated blood dripping over the letters and images. “Blood Fang. Hm. Sounds familiar. Popular?”

“They are in the stellar regions,” said Davies. “Songs on rotation in Union dance playlists too. Picked up a lot of speed lately with a new album and a top ranking single last season, both titled Taste For Blood. I’ve heard the tracks while on Oasis patrol a few times.”

“Taste For Blood. Password, BLOODFEAST. Ha. Funny.” Elias made a face of displeasure. “What’s their story here?”

“Now that I recall,” said Noor, lifting his head from his work on his COM as he thought to himself. “Sesha interviewed the leader of that group, a wildlander named Jackal, on Trendster a couple of years ago. Band was barred from performing in Union or selling their music here for a short while but the matter was eventually settled. Sesha talked to him about that.”

“Barred for what?” asked Elias.

“They’re known for their extreme stage shows. Lots of blood. Fake fangs. Violent acts.”

“Violent?”

“They promote intoxication and risk-taking, trash their equipment and each other…singer reportedly has some gruesome scarring on him, possibly done to himself and covered with rune tattoos.”

Elias scoffed. “Are you fucking serious? What the hell are these kids listening to?”

“It’s scandalous, which in protected circles like Altir seems exciting. The opposite of the every-day routine.”

“Hm.”

“A rumor passed around that Jackal drank the blood of a teenage fan after the show, pierced her with prosthetic fangs. He denied the story and so did she. Called it Union bigotry.”

“Doesn’t seem like something Adam would be interested in,” said Elias. “Especially not during Harvest. Then again…I guess I wouldn’t know.” He shook his head. “It’s been a while. He didn’t like me or Silatem much, last I remember. Maybe this is his thing now. He’s a Concord, after all.”

Hudson chuckled, peering at Elias. “Did yeh take a look at the map yet, Captain?” he said. “Somethin’ else yer brother doesn’t seem like ‘e would do. Don’t care how pissed 'e is at you. Party’s in Westmont—yeah, that Westmont. This is some crooked shit.”

Alarm spiked in Elias. Westmont. An old ghost resurfaced in his mind. Another relic from the horrors of the Time Of Trouble.

“Imram,” he said, uttering the name after so long. “Akil.”

“Aye.”

“The bunkers in those mines. All those women and children, kept like cattle. Half the town’s applicants in on it. So many…killed.”

“Pure hell,” said Hudson. “All yer work, yer father’s work, chasin’ that killer for ten years all over Ipir. And these kids…want to party in a graveyard. Zone was yellow and turned green to get money out of the mines but still should be red by my word.”

“Those kids don’t remember. They can’t remember. They were too young. Adam…wouldn’t remember.” Elias studied the too-familiar map of the town, following the highlighted trail through Kidish Pass several kilometers away from the final shuttle stop in East Central. “Jackal—I don’t like him. Something’s off. If Sesha spoke to him she knows something’s off too. Mr. Noor—” He turned to the navigator. “Please. Advise Sesha, civilly, that Silatem will be sending her a temporary consulting contract. I don’t remember if her SAS-1 license for access is still active and I can’t grant her one until the suspension’s lifted—”

“Whether she’s an active agent or not, Elias,” replied Noor. “She’ll want to help. She’ll find a way.”

“Thanks. Both of you. I need you to stay in Capitol City and forward this map to UIA and CDPD. Coordinate an immediate response any way possible. Red Flag.”

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s happening again, isn’t it Captain?” said Davies. “These sensor disturbances, the concert, Bill and Barbara…Captain Havershaw. What you reported from your interaction with the admin Grimley. This is bad.”

“Could be thousands of students there,” remarked Hudson. “Not countin’ unexpected outsiders.”

“Get the rifles. Load up. Put on something festive.” Elias moved past his crew to head back to the cruiser. “We’re going to that party.”

Thoughts of a long history hunting Akil, both as a boy who’d infiltrated Akil’s cult and again hunting the same specter as President of Silatem, entered his mind and he shoved the memories aside. Akil’s dark, empty stare while holding up the severed head of his father was a vision that gave him the most trouble to push away. The cult’s shared propaganda of John’s head on a pike in their temple garden added exponential insult to injury. Anger wasn’t useful now, although he knew it'd provide him much-needed fuel later.

Another rebel resurgence within Union borders. An illegal party in Westmont on Harvest Eve. The connection was too terrible to imagine but those were the kind of connections Elias was forced to make.

“Some reunion,” rumbled Hudson. “Yer brother’s gonna love this.”

“I’m sure he will,” said Elias. “Happy Harvest, everyone.”

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