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Good: The fruit here in Bogota, Colombia is the best! Its actually like crack lol I wonder if that was the real drug that they found out here lol.
Bad: Not really bad, but bad for you if you don't speak any Spanish at all. Spanish is the major language spoken here. You will find some english speaking people working at hotels, but very rarely if at all will you find people on the streets that speak English. I suggest traveling with someone who knows the language, or bust out rosetta stone and learn before your trip. You can learn the basics of spanish in about 3 months.
Ugly: The people in Bogota are nice, but as I mentioned it is similar to newyork. Its a big city full of sky scrapers, lots of foot traffic, vehicle traffic, and bumpy roads. So getting around could be tedius if you don't speak the language. I suggest not taking a taxi. Take a taxi only if its registered (booked directly from the hotel or airport). Most museums in the city are near each other and in walking distance. If you are able to get around by foot, it would be the most convenient and safest along with taking the bus.
Good: There are plenty of vendors down town to get gifts for friends and family.
Homeless man sleeps in Central Bogotá with amazing Street Art in the background.
Good: This is a city full of art and culture. The art displayed all over town through gigantic murals to Graffiti art are heavily influenced by hiphop. There is even a huge mural of Asada Shakur right down town. Art is expressed freely throughout the town. We were told it is the news of the people. Not from mass media. So, much of the art displayed are also political statements.
Good: Many of the bad aspects of the city can be avoided with common sense.
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Thanks for sharing survival tips of Colombia. i like to travel but I don't know how to speak Spanish. I think i should learn this language then plan a trip of this city.


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June 14, 2014: Deathstroke comes to have words with Logan and reminisces on their first meeting.
Hole in the Wall Bar
A dirty, dingy bar inhabited by rough and tumble sorts.
"Everyone out." the word comes from the doorway of the bar and from a voice that carries authority in it as if it were a superpower that could bend minds and will. And Logan would know, he's familiar with people who can actually do that. And with normals who sound like they can. They all tend to be military types. The jukebox's music was hardly a deterent to the single spoken word, the tone and pitch cutting through the country music like a knife, and the hole in the wall dive's clientel, bikers and hard ass good ol' boys alike all look up with anger and irritation in various degrees on their faces. As a whole the entire lot of them freeze. In a room filled with predators, everyone that turned to look at the door just got Deer In The Headlights looks on their faces. Logan can literally smell the fear spike in the room. There's a quick shuffle as the people begin to leave, then leave faster, throwing down money on tables and bartops, some taking their pints and bottles with them, some leaving them lay, but all of them inevitably leaving. Even the barman, a grizzled old timer with an Army Ranger's tat on his denim vest bared shoulder seems to freeze in place before a hand goes under the bar. "Don't do it sargent." says the voice, "Just go. I don't like killing brothers, dosen't mean I won't." the old man's jaw sets, rolls in a chew, and he spits on the floor before plucking up his rag and heading for the door, leaving Logan alone at the bar. He pauses to poke a gnarled finger into the armored chest of the speaker, "You fuck up mah place, Imma take it outa yer ass boiey." The armored man towers over the old vet, staring down at him, but then nods once, "Fair 'nough." he says before the old man nods and walks past, leaving the bar completely empty.
In the dirty dingy mirror behind the bar, Logan can see the reflection of Deathstroke, a very large man made larger by the layers of battle worn heavy armor he wears and the arsenal of weapons he carries that could easily take out a regiment all on it's own. Most guys carry that much gear, they scream 'over compensate' this guy carries it like every bit of it is an arm or a hand, a limb that he's every bit as much at home with as he is his own skin. Once the bar's empty the faceplate of the helm snaps up, showing the eyepatched face, the white goatee, a face surprisingly older then one might expect of a man in his obviously superb condition. "Hello again Old Man." Deathstroke says to Logan's reflection in the mirror, "Been awhile."
"Fury, right?"
Logan doesn't so much as look up when the order is barked, nor does he look around as the other patrons decide to take off. A half-pint of Molson in a dirty mug nested between two heavy hands. He lifts his head slightly and sniffs the air. That era of his life is mercifully clear, and the scent is familiar even if it does have a few more decades on it.
"Wait, no, Wilson. Nice eye patch. Heh. You look old as shit. Maybe I oughta be callin' you old man."
Deathstroke's eye narrows, "Do I look like some candy ass administrator to you?" Fury's a Colonel, and no one likes an officer, not really. Buncha pencil pushers. He moves over to the bar and settles into a stool one away from Logan, which puts him just out of Logan's easy reach, but Logan well within his own, "I look good for my age." Slade counters easily. He reaches over the bar for a pint glass and pours himself something from the nearest tap. "That smell thing was creepy as hell back in the day, I get it now." he says, taking a hit from the foamy mug.
"Fury was stormin' the ETO when you were a kid, Wilson. Show a bit of respect."
Logan lifts the mug and takes a swig of the contents, swishing it around in his mouth before pushing it to one side and leaning an elbow on the bar. He turns, just slightly, to look Deathstroke over with a quirked eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'll bet ya do. Heard you aren't workin' for Uncle Sam anymore. Should I assume yer here to try and bring a bounty in on me? Or are ya just feelin' nostalgic?"
Deathstroke nods his head, "He got more then enough respect from me, then he went corporate. Storming a beach only gets you so much rope Logan, you know that." he shoots the Old Man a look. Him and Logan have been in places hairy then Germany before and they both know it. WWII was the war all the soldiers remember, it's the one they all talk about. It's the one with the literaly spokesman/poster boy. It's not the war that Slade fought. His didn't have poster boys and spokesmen. It had shadows and dirt and deniability. "I heard you left Department H." Slade counters, "Heard we did similar things for similar reasons." Ops as black as theirs is a small world, word gets around. "You're a wild card Logan, even worse then me. Me I got a rep, rules, reasons. You?" he waves a hand, "You don't think things through. Makes people nervous. People who have my number."
"Well, fuck those people," Logan answers, "I did my time with Department H. Got tired of killin' people some suit - some pencil pusher - thought oughta die. Best thing 'bout workin' for yerself? You make the calls. If ya don't like the job, ya don't take it. Let 'em be nervous."
He lifts the mug and takes another sip, finishing off the contents and wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, "If yer here to shake my monkey tree, then you've somehow lost wisdom with age - usually goes th' other way 'round. I don't have any reason t'hurt you so I reckon you shouldn't give me one. I've got rules - they just didn't write 'em down in some black ops handbook in the Sixties."
Deathstroke continues to nurse the beer for a moment, his mind drifting back as Logan's words slooooooow to a crawl and his mind fires off memories he's not dragged out into the light of day in decades. One of the curses of his condition, perfect recall, even of events that happened before Lynch played fast and loose with his DNA, complete eidic memory… It's funny, it's not the images that you remember first, not really, and not the sounds either. Slade wasn't lying to Logan when he said he got it now, now that his nose is superhuman. It's always the smells…
1976: Team X/Team 3 Joint Task Force
"WHERE'D THEY GET A MA DUECE?!" Marverick screams over the thundering sound of the massive shells hammering watermellon sized divots out of the canyon wall just across the natural trench formed in the stone of the Nicaraguan research facility. "How the fuck should I know!?" Slade shouts back. He's young, clean shaven, hard jaw, harder eyes. Too young for eyes like that, and too young to be leading Team 3, but his people, all of them nearly a decade older then him, seem to follow without question. It was all the resume most of Team X needed to take the kid seriously. "Intel said they hadn't implanted the defenses yet!" there's a pause and as one all the members of Team 3 say flatly, "Fuck Intelligence." as if it were a mantra. He pauses, eyes getting that far away look for a moment as he thinks. A round from the ma duece misses his head by a handspan and the young man doesn't blink. Logan and his people have seen this before, he's planning something. "Mason, Clayton, Cash, give Mav cover fire, couple of shots and move, keep the deuce on you. Mav, get high and take your shot, you're only getting one, make it count. If they have one set up, they have more. Keep them busy…" he turns his eyes, blue, determined, cold as ice, on Logan. "Come on Old Man. You and me are hitting that incineration chute. We have fifteen seconds between exhaust ventings. You feeling spry enough to keep up?" he asks Logan, knowing the reason they didn't use the chutes as the entrance points to begin with was because the walls were heated to nearly 500 degress and every fifteen seconds a blast of flame hot enough to turn an oak into a charcoal stick shot forty feet into the air. "Whadda ya say Old Man? Wanna get those files and get the fuck out or hunker down here until you go gray?"
"Don't matter to me if I get char broiled, kid," Logan grins around the cigar between his teeth, "I'll grow it back. You'll be a box of ashes they mail back to Ma Wilson with a flag and a template letter."
He doesn't wait for the answer. He's already moving straight through the hail of .50 caliber shells. Mercifully none catch him. He'd heal but it'd sting like a bitch and probably blow a limb clean off – he doesn't have time to knit himself back together. He's never been a team player and it shows in the way that he moves towards the chute. He doesn't cast a glance back to see how his squaddies are doing. He doesn't even seem to be paying much attention to the Kid they signed on to lead this little dance.
Deathstroke's expression doesn't change, but Cash's smart alec voice carries anyway, "You didn't know Logan? Slade doesn't have a mother, he was spawned from a case of 7.62's and a K-Bar sheath after they spent too long in a footlocker." Slade doesn't respond, merely nods once, "Draw the fire boys, and if you can make sure Cash takes a round to the gut." To his credit, Slade never issues a word of complaint, nor does he let Logan leave him behind. He dogs the mutant all way down the chute, slipping and falling once as the rubber on his shoes melts and there's a hiss of moisture and the smell of cooking human flesh. Slade merely grunts and slides the rest of the way in the fastest soldier's crawl Logan's ever seen. He comes out the other side on a knee, M16 shouldered and eyes down the sights. The skin on his forearm is blackened around the edges, still peeling back from the burn blisters which are visible. The pair of them miss the flame by less then two seconds and Slade is standing lightly on the balls of his feet, weapon held tight to the pocket, "You good?" he whispers Logan's way, ignoring his own wound to make sure the Candian is fine. "Don't care." he says before Logan can answer, "Move out." and he starts to lead the way, having memorized the lay out of the building before they got there.
The incineration room is a dumping ground for the corpses, where those that didn't survive the experiments are left, thankfully they can't see anything as they're all in body bags. Whoever was tossing the bodies on the furnace belt ran to defend the compound when it came under attack, as of now it's empty. He opens the door and moves into the hall quickly, "100 meters, past the labs, fifth door on the left. Records office." he says, offering up the map to Logan in case he dies. The Mission comes first. "Double ti-" the word dies in his throat as around the corner comes a group of six armed men obviously responding to an alarm somewhere, they pull up short, surprised to see the two white guys in the hallway.
"Prick," Logan mutters. He's covered in a myriad of burns himself but they're already knitting closed, healing over and leaving only vaguely red flesh and a burnt uniform in his place. He isn't armed, though when his arms stretch out to the side his claws pop and it becomes quite clear he's not planning to face the enemy entirely unarmed. He takes the map and slips it into his belt, not bothering to look at it. He prefers to wing it.
"Hey, fellas," he calls as the enemy troops round the corner, "Catch."
He ducks down, scooping a beaten trash can up from by the wall and heaving it in their direction. A distraction. He moves after it with claws unsheathed, diving at the nearest man with savage intent. They're already unloading their rifles into him but he doesn't stop. In fact, the bullets seem to pop out of his flesh and clatter on the floor even as they hit him.
Deathstroke waits, patiently. As one of the men pulls a grenade from his belt and reaches for the pin a trio of buzzing sounds whip past Logan's head close enough to part the pointy tips of his pointy hair and all three catch the man in the face, his hand falling limply from the grenade before the pin can be pulled. Behind Logan Slade's M16 is still smoking as he moves forward, stepping to the side in small careful steps as he does, another three shot burst taking a second man in the chest, this time at lest the angle doesn't put Logan in the line of fire. When it's done, he eyes the bone claws and the closing wounds and finally offers up a reaction. His brows, both of them, climb his forehead, "The fuck…?" Slade says, stareing. Team 3 doesn't possess any superhumans, just badasses, and they weren't briefed on all of Team X it would appear.
Logan makes short work of the soldiers that Slade doesn't shoot. He's not gruesome about it. He doesn't make them suffer. One goes down with Wolverine's claws straight through his chest and into his heart. The other gurgles quietly when his throat is messily cut out. The final one's eyes widen as the claws, still red with blood, plunge upwards through his jaw and into his brain. As they fall to the ground, the claws disappear into Logan's forearms and the wounds knit up as though they were never there.
"Gawk on your own time, bub," he calls over his shoulder, stepping over the corpses and running down the corridor, "I don't know 'bout you but I want to be back in time for dinner."
Deathstroke gawks anyway, for a whole 2 more seconds, "Agreed." he says and his expression goes business like once more. To his credit he doesn't shoot any other quick glances at Logan or his hands like most men do, and he takes lead again, putting Logan at his back. Also not something most men do after they see the circus. Kid's a pro's pro. They make it the rest of hte way down the hall without incident and find the records office. "There and there." Slade says, pointing to a pair of filing cabinets, "Anything labeled Project Unbreakable. They want the whole thing." he says as he heads for the reel to reel magnetic tape strips that make up the 'high tech computers' in the room, he tosses an empty rucksack to Logan as he goes. It's the 70's, paper files are a thing people, so it hauling them out. This crap gets much easier with the invention of the thumb drive.
"Uh huh," Logan mutters, catching the duffle with one hand and proceeding to unload any and everything into the bag. He's grabbing the Project Unbreakable files, certainly, but also just about anything else. He's more of an assassin and less of an espionage guy. Let the suits sort through it all later.
Deathstroke pauses in the middle of filling his own rucksack with the magnetic tape, "Something in here seem off to you?" he asks, looking around, his eyes narrowing. "This roo-…" his words trail off and he does another look through. "We're missing a couple meters off this side." he says, pointing at the wall where all the computer reel to reels are. "There's something more here. Help me find a switch or lever?" the room is packed with stuff, but more importantly is that now that Slade mentions the room being odd, Logan just picks up the barest hint of an odd scent. Something faint. Bleachy… anticeptic. Which is an odd thing to be in a records room and it's hard to smell beneath all the blood and cordite and burned skin smell that clings to them both still.
"Smells bad," Logan growls, looking up from the duffle bag as he finishes filling it with papers and other record, "But I don't see how that's our problem. This whole operation stinks." Nevertheless, he starts to poke around for a little further information on the mystery.
Deathstroke joins in as soon as he shoulders the back of reels, his eyes narrowing. "I'm a big super secret evil lab and I want to hide something in a safe, I make it a big one, but how do I get into it?" he looks around, floor, ceiling, walls, then stops and sighs. "I'm a scientist, which means a nerd." he walks over to the wall where an intercom sits and checks the paint around it, nodding, "Yeah, figures." he flips the intercom open, the panel a fake, and presses the button on the other side, "Man from UNCLE TV show crap." he mutters as the reel to reels slide open and on the other side is a small room, one wall of blackboards with scribbles on it and photos hung as well. On the floor cowers a guy in a lab coat, an inch shorter then Logan with big horn rimmed glasses and a comb over he's the exact opposite of the two Alpha Male's in the room, and it's from him that the smell of bleah is coming, with the wall opened it's suddenly more obvious. With him comes the scent of death too, the bleach fighting to cover it. Slade glances at the man, then the picture, "We need to see if… if…" and his words trail off as he stares at the images and he grows dangerously still. The photos show experimental subjects, strapped to tables, needles in their arms, foam on some lips, blood from eyes in others. Some of the pictures, not all, are of people who couldn't be more then fifteen years old and not younger then ten. Teenagers. "kids…" the word slips past Slade lip in a whisper so faint Logan almost can't hear it. It's not all the pictures, only one in ten or so, but they're the ones that stand out. Slade's ever steady heart rate begins to pick up rapidly, hammering hard and fast and audibly to Logan's sensitive ears.
Logan says nothing as he looks at the photos and the scientist cowering before them. His face is an impassive mask, his brow knitted and his shoulders hunched. He moves over, reaching a hand out to the scientist as though to help him to his feet. As the man tentatively takes his hand and rises to his feet, the Wolverine's claws suddenly pop with a visceral 'snikt' and disappear into the man's stomach. He withdraws them, hand sopped with blood, and lets the scientist slump to the floor howling in pain.
Deathstroke turns on a heel and stops for a moment. His teeth grind and for the first time Slade shows an emotion that's militaryily related. He's angry. No. Not angry. This is … something else. "Not yet." he says, holding his rucksack out for Logan to carry, "You go." he pulls a pair of satchel charges from his back, hefting one in each hand, "I'm not finished here. Not yet." One of them he drops on the floor of the records room, the letters WP on it show it's not just a charge, but a white phosphorous one. With a yank of the pull tab there's a puff of acrid smoke and a soft hiss. Fuse is live. "Five minutes." Slade says to Logan, and when he looks at the mutant this time his eyes aren't hard, they're haunted. "You'd better run." and then he heads out of the records room, his 1911 in one hand the remaining charge in the other. His stride is purposeful and even. He's not heading for the evac point, which was not the incinerator they came in through. He's heading for the lab. The mission didn't call for a demo of the building, not that it said anything about keeping it intact either. Just get the intel… Logan's orders differed really in only one real way. Team X was not supposed to share the intel once it was retreived. Now's the moment he could do just that. He's the one holding all the intel… he could leave, be a good soldier…
"I can make the run in under five," Logan answers calmly, glancing at the explosive and following after Slade, "Not sure 'bout you, though. Nothin' on the sheet about blowin' this joint up and while I'm all for it I can't help but think I'd regret lettin' you blow yourself up 'cause you're sore over some asshole and his 'good work.' Here, you take this."
He holds out the two intel bags to him, "I'll plant the explosives. And before ya argue, I'm not negotiatin'."
Slade continues walking and with an almost nonchalant motion of his hand blows the lower jaw completely off of a man in a lab coat that rounds the corner, the man goes down in a gurgle and blood but is shockingly in no danger of dying soon, "I run four and a half minute miles." Slade says evenly as he walks, and the 1911 barks again with a wave of his hand, the .45 taking a running soldier square in the pelvic bone just above his naughty bits and low on the belly. A round that large had to break the bone, he won't be walking for awhile. Slade pauses only long enough to stomp a combat boot into the man's face as he falls to the floor. There's a crunch sound under it and Slade walks on without looking back, "No time." he says flatly and he reaches up to yank the tab on the charge, leaving him holding a hissing live bomb. He pauses at the door to the lab and turns to eye Logan, "You in?" he asks, offering the mutant his M16 from his back.
"Fine," Logan rumbles, waving a hand as the gun is offered to him, "Don't need it." All the same he follows after Slade, not that fussed by the explosives. He's been in tighter situations than this and eventually come back from there. It's more concern for the new kid blowing himself up because some neo-Mengeles got under his skin.
Slade quirks a brow, drops the rifle where is lays so it won't foul his movements and eyes the door, "It's a big lab, we need to get the charge to the center. Room will be guarded. You make the hole, I'll make the throw. Then…" he shrugs, "Let's hope you keep up Old Man."
"You know, yer a bit of a fuck, Wilson," Logan growls, stepping forward and popping his shoulders to limber up a little, "I could be out of here right now and you'd probably be a stain on the concrete and here you are talkin' tough. Tough black ops guys don't start cryin' and goin' off script when they see somethin' that upsets 'em, kiddo. 'Member that. And next time you talk down t' me I'm gonna slice yer Achilles and watch you try 'n hop outta here."
He spits on the ground, lifts a foot and kicks the door open noisily to draw the attention of the guards. When they turn to him in shock he winks and dives forward, claws popped and face a mask of ferocity. For his diminutive stature and demeanor he's a whirlwind of death when he wants to be. Bullets fly but they don't so much as slow him down. They're far too concerned with the clawed Wildman to notice Slade.
Slade is much larger then Logan, even then, though the size was more height and lean muscle. He fired the pistol twice as he sprinted through the lab, catching a guard in center mass and dropping him as Slade himself leaps a table covered in paperwork and beakers. He slides across the floor, hitting a set of cabinets that hold bunson burners and impliments who's purpose is best left unknown. He spins around teh edge of the cabinets and continues his run as papers on table tops and glass beakers explode around him, fired by guards from various make shift cover at the far end of the lab. He spins once and hurls the charge like a discus thrower, letting it sail throught he air and then fall amid some lab equipment near the middle of the room, lost to sight in the jumble of chairs and cabinets. "Time to go!" he bellows, firing a few shots from his pistol as he tries to push the soldiers back down behind their cover.
Logan looks up from his work. Just over a half-dozen guards lie around him in various states of dismemberment, some writhing in pain while others are well and truly dead. The Wolverine himself is practically covered in blood and other viscera, shoulders heaving slightly from the effort of it all. When the word comes to leave, however, his claws retract and he turns tail. He doesn't glance at Slade or offer a witty quip. He wants out of here. He might heal but he knows what being blown up feels like and he's not interested in experiencing it again.
Slade slides around the corner of the door as bullets chew into the frame, and his hands grip the straps of the rucksacks, his momentum dragging him and them along the floor. He hops up and starts to run, shrugging his way into one sack and carrying the other tucked against his elbow like a floppy football. He may have been a bit behind Logan to start, but his legs are far longer, and he wasn't lying about his speed. As he pumps after the Canadian, arms churning, he begins to gain ground. His shoulder's lower, he leans into the run, and bowls on towards the evac point. A point they still have to fight their way through. Checking his mental clock… Slade's pretty sure they don't have time for that. He doesn't comment on it, saving his breath for the flight.
Logan may be short but he's got muscle mass that no normal human being possesses and is built to perform better than most on the physical front. He keeps his lead, holding his arms out to the side as he runs straight through the checkpoint. Snikt. His claws pop, slicing through the throats of the two guards who just happened to be standing one Logan-width apart. He leaves the rest to Slade, carrying on without looking over his shoulder.
Slade's pumping arm hurls his combat dagger in the direction of the guy manning a heavy no nonsense looking BAR, causing him to flinch away and duck behind the corner he was manning, which is all the time Logan and Slade need to fly past. When the man sticks his head around the corner again, it explodes like a baloon, splattering the wall the same time a booming gunshot can be heard. Then light machinegun fire tears into the men at the evac point, a vehicle loading bay that Logan and Slade both simply leap off of, legs not even stopping their churn. Maverick, in bright yellow armor pops up from behind a Jeep, an M60 in hand and begins to pump the guns belt of ammunition into the building behind the two fleeing men, his mutant power enhanced strength making controling the beast of a weapon a cinch. Slade follows Logan around the far side of the shot up Jeep and towards the relative safety of the jungle that grows along side the road there. Maverick backing up slowly to join them, straffing the vehicle loading back with gunfire anytime he spotted movement. "Any-" Slade says, his chest heaving for breath, "Second-" heave, "No-" the word doesn't finish as WHOOMP! sounds from inside the building, followed closely by a second, and then sections of teh entire structure begin to collapse in on themselves in impressive fashion. From somewhere fires begin licking skyward in a manner that proves they're burning more then natual fuel, and a wave of heat hits the three men as if it had been fired from an air cannon. Slade presses his back to a tree and slides down to his butt, panting softly. Maverick eyes the pair curiously, his gaze falling to Slade, the bags he carries, and then to Logan, his expression carefully blank. Slade doesn't notice, to busy breathing.
Logan's healing factor is already spiriting away the lactic acid that would make him tired. He's got a bit of a sweat and his breath is a little heavy but it seems more like he just went for a leisurely jog than outran an explosion. He glances over his shoulder at Slade and then back at Maverick.
"Team 3, huh? Let's split."
Slade pushes himself to his feet, "Yeah." he says, bent over before standing up the rest of the way to kill the stitch in his side. He sets his jaw and absently reloads the pistol before holstering it under his arm. "My first command. Come on, we still have a fifteen klick hike outa this jungle to the evac sight and," he checks his watch, "fourteen hours to do it in." Unbeknownst to Slade it's not the same evac location or time Team X was given. He turns to glance at Maverick, "Nice armor… gotta get me some of that." he nods towards where a pair of rounds are flattened on Mav's chest, unaware it's more the mutant's power then the armor that saved him. Maverick just nods, the still smoking M60 in hand.
"Yer on yer own with that, Wilson," Logan answers, fishing a cigar from his pocket that miraculously survived all the trouble he just went through, "But we'll see you back at the Black Site for a beer."
He turns his head to Maverick and the rest of Team X, gesturing, "C'mon."
Maverick's expression is hidden behind the face mask, but Logan can see it happen before it does… because it's Maverick, and North is nothing if not a good soldier. Slade nods once then falls over in a boneless heap, the butt of the M60 impacting the back of his head. Maverick eyes Logan, "You know better." the German says, his words clipped as he scoops up the intel bags, roughly jerking the one off of Slade's back and then slinging both onto his own with ease. Slade's eyes flutter and roll a bit as he makes a little sound and then starts trying to get to his feet, one hand fumbling for his pistol. Maverick looks down at him with a respectful shake of his head, "Mission comes first." he says flatly, turning the gun around to the more lethal end and pointing it Slade's way.
"Fuckin' Christ, Mav," Logan sounds more exasperated than angry as he watches Slade go down and then the gun turned on him. He watches him fumble with his sidearm for a moment before planting a hefty boot on his wrist. Enough to hurt and make him think twice about struggling but the pain will be gone as soon as he lifts it. No permanent injury.
"Intel's ours, bub. Maverick there has the clearance to kill you but he's not gonna do that, are you, Mav?"
The Wolverine lifts his eyes, staring daggers through the East German. They might be top notch soldiers but with Creed absent, Logan is the Boogeyman. Making sure the rest of Team X take his lead, he turns his attention back to Slade - looking down at him.
"I don't like you much, Wilson. Yer a cocky little prick an' the way you wigged out back there I'm thinkin' you ain't cut out for this work. A moral code don't survive long in this vacuum. I don't want you chasin' us for that intel. It's ours. You've got evac and you've gotta make it. Chasin' us down and then getting' back might be a bit much even for Mister Four Minute Mile."
He looks up to the rest of the team and exhales. Deep down he doesn't truly want to, but if they sense timidity or weakness in him they'll just gun the kid down. He's got to play the alpha predator. Slowly, one claw pops free from between his knuckles and he holds it up where Slade can see it. Long, sharp bone.
"So, I'm gonna clip yer wings just a little."
He reaches down and in one, swift motion slices the claw expertly through the meat of Slade's thigh. It's not a deep cut that will bleed out nor does it sever tendons that will make it difficult to walk. It is, however, painful. Not the sort of thing one runs on. Enough to make a plane but not enough to chase down a pack of mutants and make a plane.
"Sorry 'bout that, kid. But jobs a job an' what can I say? I mightn't like you much but I like you too much to let Mav kill ya. We share a … " he pauses, looking up and waving a hand a little, " … warrior's soul."
Slade's face squirms up into a look of pain both at the near bone breaking force on his wrist, and then the cut on his thigh. He does the math quickly, knows the score. He could chase them, maybe get the intel, but he'd certainly miss his only chopper out of here, miss it and it's disavowment and no more back up ever. Team 3 would be done, on to Team 4. Written off. Slade's face hardens, "You know I'm going to come for you." he says flatly, evenly. "Not tomorrow, not the next day, but one day, we're going to revisit this moment." his tone is matter of fact.
"I know," Logan answers, lifting his boot off Slade's wrist and looking down at him through a cloud of cigar smoke, "An' if yer still sore about it then - if you don't think what I did here was the right thing, then we'll make amends. But I hope when that day comes you think that you could've been feedin' the worms and the ol' Canuck saved yer life."
He lifts a boot, aiming to drive it across Slade's jaw. Not to do any lasting damage, just to knock him unconscious long enough for them to clear the area. Even with a bad leg the guy is still dangerous and he's not going to leave him with a clear line on their backs.
That done, he looks to the rest of Team X, "Bug out."
Slade's wrist free, his face shows anger, and when Logan's just about done talking he makes a grab for his pistol again, only to slump limp to the jungle floor once more, a boot print along the side of his face…
Logan's words slowly come back into focus, the words sloooooooow drone picking up a more normal gait and he finishes the swallow of beer, the entire memory taking place in the time it takes Logan to make his speech about his own personal set of rules and the people that sent Slade. He sniffs once, clearing the smell of jungle loam and burning willie pete from his nose, instead picking stale beer and sawdust from the bar around him. "Yeah, I remember your rules." he says simply, taking another swallow off of the beer. "Only mission I ever failed. The only one. Ever." Slade says evenly. "First one too. Took me a goodly amount of time to get over that, youth and egos and all that. Young and angry, something tells me know you know what that's like. I got older, I thought back on it, I learned a couple of things from the encounter, things I'm grateful for you teaching me."
"Uh huh," Logan answers. His own memories of that particular incident are cloudy. He doesn't remember having the claws. He doesn't quite remember who among Team X was there or the horrors they saw in the facility. Instead, he recalls intel that he had to injure Slade to recover. He looks into the now-empty mug, shrugs and stands up, "Thought you might."
"You've learnt things, sure, but so have I. And I'm different'n what I was then. Rather'n make this a mission you fail, how about makin' it one you don't take?"
Slade smiles a bit as he slides off of the stool as well and turns to face Logan, "Because I don't fail." he says simply, "And because I made a promise to you Logan, a life time ago I told you this day would come." He lifts the sword from the bar by it's hilt, and the damned thing is nearly as tall as Logan himself is, "I'm a man of my word. I /keep/ my promises." his voice is deeper then it used to be, there's more gravel there, more time, and an iron forged in cold control that the younger version of him forged in rage instead. This is not the same man, not even a little.
"Fuck you, Wilson," Logan answers, rolling his eyes and pushing away from the bar. He climbs to his feet and rolls his shoulders, shaking his head, "Real grateful. Save you from a bullet in the brainpan and you turn up years later because yer sore over failin' a mission."
He raises his hands, "I got outta that business. I do the right thing best way I can now. You go on livin' the Deathstroke myth and givin' the spec ops boys wet dreams. I'm fuckin' done. Do yerself a favor and forget you saw me."
He turns about, moving towards the door.
Slade watches Logan walk away, "This is usually where I'd make a speech about cowardace, to get a rise out of some soft rookie, prick the ego. Like someone else once did." there's a smile in his voice, "But not the Wolverine, instead I'll tell him the truth he already knows. They're watching you Logan, if you do things they don't like, if you insinuate yourself into active ops, they won't send me again. I'm the scalple. They'll send a broadsword. Black choppers with mini guns and rockets and they might wait for you to not be surrounded by innocent people. Maybe. They know it's hard to kill you, but you're an easy man to hurt. And they will, hurt you that is, badly." he rests the sword across his shoulders, his fingers curled around the scabbard and the hilt almost lazily, "And this, between us? It still isn't done Logan, not /quite/ yet."
"Good fuckin' luck to 'em," Logan answers, not even looking over his shoulder, "They've been tryin' to bring me back to the Farm ever since Weapon X. They'll fail. I'll disappear again. They already blew their chance sendin' you here and pissin' me off."
He pauses in the doorway, glancing sidelong over his shoulder.
"An' hurtin' me just makes me angry, kid."
He pushes the door open and steps outside and into the street. Let them watch. Now that he knows he's back on the radar it's only a matter of time before he drops off of it.
Slade smirks a bit as Logan leaves his mask slides down back into place with a metalic snikt-click as he tilts his head to the side. He watches Logan leave from the feed he gets from Waller's satelite surveilence. After a long distance he asks the empty bar, "You get that?" he asks no one, and in his ear his man Peabody speaks, «Yup. He thinks they're trying to get him back to Weapon X… Lemme guess, dig more up on Weapon X?» "Of course. And send the recording to Weatherman so she knows the contract was carried out, message delivered. I wouldn't be worried about him for the time being, he has no intention of getting involved again, not right now anyway. My guess? He's gone before the end week." he starts to reload all of his weaponry, «Boss, you really gonna fight that guy?» "If he'd chosen to? Yes. Like I told him, I keep my promises and I pay my debts. I paid one today, I just saved him from a less pleasent messenger." «Okay?» "I still owe him failure." Slade states clearly. "Keep an eye out for his known contacts. Funny thing about Samurai, all they really want is a Shogun to serve no matter how much they pretend otherwise. He'll find a master eventually and when he does he'll find a mission." «You sure that's wise Boss?» "Wise?" the last of the guns goes back into place and he throws down a wad of money on the counter to pay the currently absent barman for the lost business and turns to leave, "No. Not wise. Necessary." his voice is hard and distant.
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Internal migration and fiscal structure
Stanley L. Winer
an econometric study of the determinants of interprovincial migration in Canada
by Stanley L. Winer
Published 1982 by Minister of Supply and Services Canada, Available from Canadian Govt. Pub. Center, Supply and Services Canada in Ottawa, Canada .
Migration, Internal -- Canada -- Mathematical models,
Taxation -- Canada -- Mathematical models,
Insurance, Unemployment -- Canada -- Mathematical models,
Family allowances -- Canada -- Mathematical models
Statement Stanley L. Winer, Denis Gauthier.
Contributions Gauthier, Denis, 1955-, Economic Council of Canada.
LC Classifications HB1989 .W56 1982
Pagination viii, 98 p. :
Abstract. This paper provides a review of the past 30 years of research on the relationships between migration or residential mobility and the quality of life broadly construed, mainly in Cited by: Following this introduction, which has conceptualized the issue of South-North migration of EU citizens in a time of crisis, Chap. 2 tracks down the evolution of freedom of movement within the EU and documents its retrenchment in the context of the crisis. In that chapter, Roxana Barbulescu argues that—even though it is the mobility of Eastern European citizens that has triggered negative Cited by: 3.
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This means there was a net internal migration loss for England and Wales of 7, people. For the total number of internal migration moves the sex ratio is fairly neutral; in the year to Junemillion (48%) of moves were males and million (52%) were females.
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A leaking roof isn't something that you want to mess around with. Not only is there an issue that needs to be addressed with the roof, but a leaking roof can cause a significant amount of damage to the inside of your home. And, sometimes there can be leaks that you aren't even aware of yet. Here are some reasons why your roof can become compromised over time and begin to leak.
Unfortunately, they aren't made to last forever. Depending on the roofing materials used, and assuming that the installation was top-quality, a roof should last 20 to 30 years. Weather conditions and exposure to constant sunlight can also affect the longevity of your roof.
Strong winds can tear them off of your roof, exposing the wood underneath to the elements. It's always a good idea to check the condition of your shingles after a strong storm.
Holes will sometimes need to be drilled through the roof for things like antennas, cabling, or ventilation. During installation, the holes will be sealed. But, over time, some of these seals might not maintain their effectiveness. You should check the seals at least once a year to make sure there isn't any water getting through.
It's normal for debris to settle on your roof. Leaves, twigs, and branches will often settle on top of your shingles. The problem occurs when they stay there for too long. Water will collect under and around them, settling on your shingles, and will slowly start to eat away at their fibers, causing leaks.
A clean, efficient gutter system is one of your roof's best defenses against the harshness of Mother Nature. Here are some reasons why you should keep your gutters clean.
Ice buildup: If there is a clog of debris in your gutter or downspout, the water from your roof won't be able to drain. While not a big issue in Florida, if it gets cold enough in the winter, it will freeze inside of the gutter system, and the added weight can cause the gutters to tear away from your home and roof, causing significant damage.
Dams: That water freezing in the winter can also backup and freeze in puddles on the shingles, again eating away at your roof.
Alignment: If you have more than one rooftop, it's best to route each of their gutters all the way to the ground instead of having them drain onto each other. The idea is to get the water off of your roof as quickly as possible.
The seals around any roof vents will also wear over the years. Even the screws and nails can sometimes work their way out, allowing water to get through. It should be a part of your yearly inspection to make sure the vents are secure and watertight.
The slope of your roof can also affect its longevity. If the slope is too shallow, the wind will be able to lift the shingles, allowing rainwater to get to the wood underneath. If you roof has different slopes, you may notice more wear on the more shallow ones.
This is what seals all of the corners where different roofs meet and around dormers and skylights. It should also be checked on a yearly basis.
It's the peak of the roof. While it's probably the most secure part, it should also be inspected annually to make sure it's isn't compromised.
Give us a call today for all of your roofing needs. Whether you are looking for installation, repair, or an inspection, our team of skilled professionals will work with you every step of the way making sure that your roof is in perfect condition.
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Seaview 5 is a two bedroom duplex with an open alcove and sleeps 6.
Outdoor: Undercover front deck with bench seat overlooks parkland & Fisherman's Wharf. Clothesline in grassed area. Use of undercover communal BBQ facilities with 2 large BBQs (1 gas & 1 electric), table and bench seating, extra freezer space, sink and bench space.


General Directions to the Hotel. See, "A," in the map below.My cell is 202-906-9888 in case you get lost.
Easy directions from Shady Grove Road Exit 8a on 270: Continue on Shady Grove Road toward Rte 355. Proceed for 0.2 miles and turn right on Choke Cherry Road. At the stop sign, turn right onto Piccard Drive, and then turn right onto King Farm Boulevard. The hotel will be on the left.
Take Interstate 495 North to Maryland. Stay in the left lane and follow 270 North to Frederick. Exit at Shady Grove Road (Exit 8A) and stay in the right lane. Follow the signs to Redland Boulevard, turn left on Piccard Drive, and turn left on King Farm Boulevard.
Take 270 South to Washington, DC and exit at Shady Grove Road. Turn left on Shady Grove, proceed for 0.2 miles and turn right on Choke Cherry Road. At the stop sign, turn right onto Piccard Drive, and then turn right onto King Farm Boulevard. The hotel will be on the left.
Take Interstate 495 West to Rockville, and then follow 270 North to Frederick. Exit at Shady Grove Road (Exit 8A) and stay in the right lane. Follow the signs for Redland Boulevard, turn left onto Piccard Drive, and then turn left onto King Farm Boulevard. The hotel will be on the left.
Take Interstate 95 North to Interstate 495 West to Tysons Corner. Continue on I-495 to 270 North to Frederick and exit at Shady Grove (Exit 8A). Stay in the right lane and follow the signs for Redland Boulevard. Turn left onto Piccard Drive and then turn left onto King Farm Boulevard.
Classmates are listed from left to right, unless specified otherwise.
Unfortunately, not everyone in attendance is below, as we missed some folks.


Home Broadsides A song of welcome to Maine.
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Title A song of welcome to Maine.
Description First line: On land and sea the north winds blow.; Without music.; Date based on typography and similar publications.; "(Tune: The Side Walks of New York."--Beneath title.; Text of song in five eight-line stanzas, with two choruses following 5th.; CPM song sheet inscribed "1.00 net" in top right corner.


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Collectors Ethan Beard and Wayee Chu Are Bringing Angel Investment Philosophy to the Art World
Sarah Thornton
Photography by Justin Buell
Beard and Chu outside their cedar, cement and glass home, designed by Dowling Studios.
Ethan Beard and Wayee Chu, who have been married since 2005, are angels in several senses. They invest in early-stage startups before venture capitalists wave their bigger checks. They do what they can to safeguard a healthy democracy and quality education. And they are active patrons of the arts, supporting SFMOMA and artists who aren't afraid of politics. Beard has clean-shaven cherubic features with a pugnacious, post-punk Mohawk. Chu is sweetly spoken and miraculously graceful at six feet tall. She was recently one of 13 women featured on the cover of Forbes for a story titled "The Road Forward," about the feminists "secretly re-wiring" Silicon Valley.
"Anybody can be an angel," says Chu, as she tours me around the art in their freshly architected country house, which sits on a hill overlooking vineyards in Sonoma County. "All you need is disposable income and an appetite for the magic of risk. It's very qualitative. You have to buy into an entrepreneur and the problem they're solving." Angels used to be scarce, but now they're swarming the Bay Area, due to the financial success of top tech employees and widespread confidence in the fecundity of tech startups. Investing in entrepreneurs is the new and improved, neural-networked, social, mobile version of the American dream.
"I like to back awesome people," says Beard, with a glance at a large-scale photographic self-portrait by Arthur Jafa, titled Monster (1988). "Great people with a bad idea are better than bad people with a great idea. The former will always figure out ways to skate to the puck." Beard started out at MTV, worked at Google "pre-IPO," and then held several roles over five years at Facebook. He has invested in some 40 startups and attributes his positive "deal flow" to the fact that he "watched the birth of the internet" and understands tech on a core level. While he maintains his role as an angel, Beard recently joined Ripple, a blockchain startup positioned as the bank-friendly antithesis of Bitcoin.
Chu is a general partner at Reach Capital, an investment fund focused on education startups that work with everything from new cognitive research to machine learning and virtual reality. "In the past, philanthropy was seen as very separate from business. You were either maximizing profit or giving it away. Nowadays, social entrepreneurs are blurring the distinction," says Chu. Indeed, backing businesses focused on human welfare or "impact investing," as it's called, is taking over the West Coast. The Chan Zuckerberg Initiative, the Omidyar Network and the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation are among those involved. "'Impact investing'—the phrase still scares some people," says Chu. "But I've always felt that entrepreneurship was an agent of change, whether for the social good or sound investment."
In addition to her education activism, Chu is an energetic feminist keen to disrupt Silicon Valley's boys' club. She belongs to Broadway Angels, an all-women investment group that meets monthly. She's also part of All Raise, a non-profit with a mission to bring more women into venture capital through recruitment and mentorship. Aileen Lee, the instigator of All Raise and the VC who happens to have popularized the term "unicorn" (a startup worth a billion dollars), says, "Wayee is mellow and unassuming on the outside, but she's a samurai-ninja-warrior on the inside."
Arthur Jafa's self-portrait, Monster, hangs in the living room. The couple's collection also includes General Strike by Pedro Reyes and David Huffman's I Can't Breathe.
Like Chu, Beard puts his time and money where his politics are. He is part of The Well, a group that supports the operating costs of charity: water, so that 100 percent of their fundraising can go to providing clean and safe water in developing nations. He is on the board of Beyond 12, an education charity dedicated to improving the success of college students of color who are the first in their family to embark on higher education. And along with actress Jennifer Lawrence, Beard is a board member of Represent.Us, which fights electoral corruption and advocates for voter rights. According to the organization's co-founder Josh Silver, "Ethan didn't just write a check and introduce us to his social network—he helped us figure out how to create an innovative product that excites people."
Chu and Beard see contemporary art as integral to their interest in changing the world. The son of a math professor, Beard grew up in Maine surrounded by seascape paintings. He took art history and sculpture courses while studying at the Wharton School, and his sister founded a street art collective that held regular events. "We loved the countercultural narrative around street art, and would buy things so the artists—some of whom were nearly homeless— could afford rent," says Chu. Her mother was born in China and went to art school in America, where she developed a passion for abstract painting and then introduced her daughter to modernists like Alexander Calder, Joan Miró and Henri Matisse. "Ink runs in her blood," says Chu of her mother, whose house is full of scrolls made by Chu's grandfather, known in his day for his poetry and calligraphy.
The couple didn't start collecting in a self-conscious way until about five years ago. "Our recent acquisitions remind us of what we care about and want to think about," says Chu. General Strike, a large-scale sculpture of a fist made from volcanic rock by Pedro Reyes, sits just outside a picture window. A colorful painting by David Huffman, I Can't Breathe (the last words of Eric Garner, who was killed by the NYPD), leans against a wall, awaiting installation. "We like the conversations that art initiates with friends and family," says Beard. "Art, like travel, can help your kids understand what goes on outside our rarified bubble." Chu is deeply interested in "extreme learners" who have cognitive differences. "Old rooms with rows of desks where students sit for eight hours a day and learn by rote. Who can thrive in that environment?" asks Chu. "Art accommodates different learning styles. It is experiential, emotional and potentially transformative."


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Q: Save data in mongodb with angular and express I use angular-fullstack for study with express and angular. I want create post. In angular
$scope.newsCreate = function() {
      $http.post('api/news/create', {data : $scope.newsData})
          .success(function(){
              console.log('success');
          })
          .error(function(data){
              console.log(data);
          })
  };

All send ok, but when i get all posts, i have only
0: Object
   $$hashKey: "object:4"
   __v: 0
   _id: "56460c74c757da5d68bf5e50"

I can't understand, how i must save it. How create db for my app..
In server side i have
exports.create = function(req, res) {
  News.create(req.body, function(err, news) {
    if(err) { return handleError(res, err); }
    return res.status(201).json(news);
  });
};

A: It's looking like your body is empty...
I remember $http.post expect data body argument to be a string.
You should try this :
$http.post('api/news/create', {data : JSON.stringify($scope.newsData)})

A: You just must send data like this
$http.post('api/news/create', $scope.newsData)
You are welcome

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Notes on the future of Big Law Firms
By Dr George Beaton For Beaton Capital
Implications for General Counsel
To extent to which there is an 'old guard' (with BigLaw DNA) and a 'new guard' amongst GCs was discussed; the consensus and evidence suggested 'yes, there is'. Implications include willingness to use NewLaw firms with British Telecom appointment of Axiom for anti-trust work being cited as evidence of the latter.
Recognition by BigLaw of what client GCs define as law firm expertise in their businesses and industries was recognised as a major opportunity for those firms who deeply understand how to align themselves with clients. The power of being differentiated in this way is rewarded by mitigating price-down pressures exerted by clients.
This led into a discussion of the merits of law firms managing, or at least co-managing, the whole legal supply chain as Seyfarth Shaw is already doing.
New, and not-so-new, competitors
Liked this article? Plenty more where that came from. Head back to the news feed.
Artificial Intelligence comes to the law
INNOVATIVE east coast firm Plexus has unveiled what it says is the nation's first commercial use of artificial intelligence to provide legal services.
Alternative providers slam firms for 'too much baggage'
Mellett believes that traditional firms are hamstrung by their cultural and structural baggage, which makes it very hard for them to adopt new models.


Kudu went to general availability on January 31. I gather this spawned an uptick in trial activity.
A subsequent release with some basic security features spawned another uptick.
I don't think Cloudera will mind my saying that there are many hundreds of active Kudu clusters.
But Cloudera believes that, this soon after GA, very few Kudu users are in actual production.
Early Kudu interest is focused on 2-3 kinds of use case. The biggest is the kind of "data warehousing" highlighted above. Cloudera characterizes the others by the kinds of data stored, specifically the overlapping categories of time series — including financial trading — and machine-generated data. A lot of early Kudu use is with Spark, even ahead of (or in conjunction with) Impala. A small amount has no relational front-end at all.
Solid-state storage is recommended, with a few terabytes per node.
You can also use spinning disk. If you do, your write-ahead logs can still go to flash.
Cloudera said Kudu compression ratios can be as low as 2-5X, or as high as 10-20X. With that broad a range, I didn't drill down into specifics of what they meant.
There seem to be a number of Kudu clusters with 50+ nodes each. By way of contrast, a "typical" Cloudera customer has 100s of nodes overall.
As you might imagine from their newness, Kudu security features — Kerberos-based — are at the database level rather than anything more granular.
You can configure the uniqueness to be guaranteed either through an upsert mechanism or just by simply rejecting duplicates.
Alternatively, you can write code to handle duplication errors, e.g. via Spark.