While MTF’s are central to the Foundation’s operations, existing in every facet of the principle three processes, very little attention is paid to the way that these men and women make their way onto these teams. So while the Foundation may have over a dozen training sites scattered around the world, none produce the caliber of soldiers that Training Site-04 does. Welcome to The Field.
Started and run by Colonel Cloverfield, the site transforms candidates into highly trained and multi-specialist warriors over a rigorous 6-month program. Divided into 3 phases; the physical training focused Indoctrination phase, the applied schooling and learning Education phase, and then finally the realistic training scenario Operation and Leadership phase. Recruits are periodically evaluated in both planned and surprised evolutions. Most don’t make it. But once graduates leave the program, they earn the right to call themselves Shamrocks and wear the 4-leaf clover pin depicting them as such.
- Bios
- Documents
- A Rude Awakening
- Educational Opportunities
- Field Trip pt. 1
- Field Trip pt. 2
- Historic and Honored Alumnus
Colonel Cloverfield – The original Shamrock. Rumored to be a former member of MTF Alpha-1. Earned the nickname because he was always lucky enough to comeback from any mission alive. The O5 council were alerted of his distinctive service record. Hoping to turn around the trend of increasing MTF casualties, when it came time for Cloverfield’s major command, he was handed his own training pipeline to design and run. He chose to give the soldiers that he trained his own moniker, believing that they would live up to the titles.
Master Sergeant Walters – A former United States marine, he acted as a Foundation asset in the United States military. Was brought in to train recruits due to his extensive Drill Instructor experience. He and his team run the physical training as well as some of the more dangerous evolutions.
Doctor Sloth – Head psychiatrist of the Training Site. The only member of the staff that wasn’t personally hand selected by Colonel Cloverfield. The O5 council insisted on his placement at the institution to maintain the mental health of each candidate while studying the effectiveness of the training. He and his team usually stay a distance away from the immediate training, preferring to focus on behind the scenes work.
ACT 1
- A Rude Awakening
- Forgettable Ideas
- Doom and Bloom
- Meeting Mentors
- Lessons Learned
*TBA*
Law snaps awake. He is lying down in a bunk bed in a random blacked-out room. A soft pulsating red light coming from somewhere behind him, lit up every so often. His head was pounding. Slowly rising from his rack, he carefully looks around the room to get a quick scan of where he is. Multileveled cots very similar to his own lined the room, all made perfectly and completely devoid of any signs of life. The only sign that anyone aside from Law had been in the room was a pack of cards thrown about on and around a table in the middle of the room with a cigar smoking in a tray on one of the chairs.
He slowly rolls out of the cot and lands as silently on the floor as he can. Taking stock of the situation, he starts noticing the various tears and holes in his shirt. The brown fabric seems to randomly be torn and cut in various spots across his body. Looking down at his jeans, he notices fewer tears, but he throws that up to how tough his jeans are. He starts to move forward into the room but stops dead in his tracks and wonders why he fell asleep fully clothed. Slowly, as the gears in his mind slowly warm up, he realizes that he doesn’t remember how he got back to his rack.
His thoughts are interrupted by a loud BOOM being sounded from out in the hallway. Staying alert, Law carefully creeps around the edge of the nearest group of cots and peaks around the corner to get a look at the door. The heavy iron hatch, like something that would be found on a warship, looks to be firmly sealed shut from Law’s vantage point, so he’s safe for now. Taking a second to think, he put all his curiosity off to the side and let his trained instincts take control. “To survive and contain, you must know what you’re fighting”.
He takes a deep breath and turns away from the door towards the red flashing light at the back of the room. Closing his eyes, he holds them shut until he sees the red flash from behind his eyelids. Quickly opening them, he stares directly into the afterlight and sees a series of barely perceptible flashes in Morse code. Another loud BOOM sounded off, and a group of much quieter screams were heard from outside in the hall. Law reads out under his breath, “K…E…T…E…R…B…R…E…A…C…H…0…0…5…8…shit”.
Glancing back towards the door just as the red warning light flashes again, silence fills the room. He slowly starts to creep out into the center of the room, searching for a weapon or anything that can be used as a weapon. “There has to be something here. A gun, a machete, a knife, a fucking fire poker, fucking something!”
Falling to one knee, he reaches the table and ducks under it hoping for something be taped underneath. He feels across the surface with his hand finding nothing, but before he can even curse under his breath, the door suddenly bends inwards as a massive BOOM fills the room. Forced inward to the point that the airtight seal was broken, a sucking sound is heard as air is rapidly blown out of the room into the hallway beyond. And above all of this, a deep British voice pierces through the carnage.
In the cold dark center of the black heart lies nothing but pain for all who are driven by its darkness.
Law dives out of the way as the metal door is blown off its hinges and smashes the table into bits as it flies through the middle of the room. Hitting the ground hard, he looks up just as one of the chairs is thrown into the pulsating red light instantly blows it to bits. He grabs the jagged leg of a table and readies for when the abomination gets closer.
The cold ever frizzing and bringing temptations of the poison apple grown and fertilized by the hatred and sadness will drive to slater the Lamb of God to find peace only in the lives of that whom they take.
The crunching sound of metal fills the room as Law listens to the monstrosity tear apart the room looking for him. He clambers onto his feet and creeps forward slowly.
And yet with all it takes from us we still find what truly makes us drive towards this darkness. The black heart is in all men of the sacred earth. It poisons the sole within us all turning those…
Master Sergeant Walters stood outside the hallway that lead to the barracks where Law was currently fighting for his life. Instead of preparing his weaponry and armor however, he was staring at his watch. Next to him stood Colonel Cloverfield holding a clipboard and pen in place of an assault rifle. And all around them were other men dressed out in dark red and black coveralls all staring expectantly at the entrance to the hallway.
The sounds of fighting had stopped a few minutes prior, and everyone was holding their breaths. Walters let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his arm to his side. He waved his hand forward signaling to two of the men to head inside. Walters said to the Colonel, “I really thought he had it this time sir. I know ‘The Heart’ is a tough evolution, but we all were sure Law could have made it out.”
“Its alright Sergeant. This escape test is nearly impossible for every soldier no matter their skill level. Even MTF members who actually faced down 058 said that this may be harder than the real thing.” Cloverfield started writing down some notes on his clipboard as he spoke. “Not even I got away without any injuries my first time.”
“But you got away?” Walters asked.
A sly grin creeped across Colonel Cloverfield’s face as he continued to make notes on his clipboard. Suddenly, one of the two men who entered the hallway previously stepped back out. “Sir, gentlemen. I think there’s something you need to see.”
“What is it Ice? Is Law okay?” Walters asked.
A voice called out from the hallway behind Ice. Tinged with anger, it said “I think I’ll fucking show them myself.”
Law stepped out of the hallway, shoving Ice off to the side. His shirt at this point has been entirely torn off, and beneath it his skin was shredded and bloody. One arm hung limply at his side. It swayed as he walked. The other was dragging a large metallic set of rods that all seemed to be hooked together by various small motors and mechanisms. At the very end was a small metal box with treads on one side and many other similar looking metallic rods jutting out on all other sides. The metal box had quite a few dents in it, and the treads spun uselessly as random sparks discharged into the air.
The entire group went silent. Master Sergeants Walters stood there with his mouth agape while Colonel Cloverfield was frozen holding his pen mid-sentence, his eyes opened like they were staring down a train. One man in overalls suddenly burst into laughter amongst the group and called out in a heavy Russian accent “Law you maniac! You were supposed to escape the simulation not smash it too pieces!”.
Law drops the metal arm to the ground and wipes off some blood that started to drip into his eye from a gash in his forehead. He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. Taking off his shirt, he starts ripping it to pieces and bandaging up some his more serious wounds to stop the bleeding. Bruises cover his body. Looking up towards Colonel Cloverfield he asks, “So how’d I do sir?”
Smiling, Cloverfield brings the clipboard down to his side and simply says, “Outstanding.”
As Captain Xi taps on the board, a 3d map of the United States materializes on the desk in front of her. Looking down, Bloom sees the same projection appear in smaller detail on her own desk. Walking over to it, Xi taps on five distinct points around the map making them beam a light red. Bloom and the rest of the students’ desks mirror the change as well. “At that point in history, the disease had cropped up in five different towns across the country. Resources were starting to be spread thin, and MTF Beta-7 even had to enlist the additional help of Nu-7’s CBRN arm to cover affected areas.” Turning back to the class she asks, “Now what would be the next step that you would do in relation to the Foundation’s contacts?”
Xi points towards someone behind Bloom, “Yes Data?”
“Contact the GOC and ask for assistance?”
Xi shakes her head, “The GOC is good for usually only one thing and that’s the decommissioning of only the most dangerous anomalies. In this circumstance when they realized they couldn’t destroy this activity by just burning down entire towns, they would just report outbreaks to us and just leave the populace to their afflictions. No sadly the GOC is of no help in cases of anomalous disease.” She turns and starts walking back towards the board. “Anyone else?”
Another voice calls from the back behind Bloom, “What about the UIU?”
Xi jumps around and points excitedly towards them, “Yes! Exactly! The UIU!” She strides over to another section of the board and writes out the letters UIU and then taps on them. The board suddenly springs to life as a bunch of data flies and pictures fill the space. Turning back towards the class she says, “Many of your cohorts during missions may overlook the help of UIU, as does much of the anomalous community. But as much as their unhelpful reputation precedes them, being allies with them has benefits that outweigh the negatives in spades. They’re the best kept secret of our iron curtain masquerade…” Xi highlights a small section of the board as continued to talk, “…and they definitely want to keep it that way. You must remember that North America is the UIU’s main territory, and while not truly effective at containment, they’re intelligence gathering in these regions is second to none. Not only does their knowledge of lesser known phenomena come into play, but some of their connections do as well.”
Data calls out, “Connections ma’am?”
Xi smiles, “One very specific connection Data. The library.” She drags aside a few documents from the UIU folder and expands them on the board. The words ‘Wanderers Library’ are highlighted at the top of each paper. “The denizens of the library consider us and the GOC threats and have actively barred our organizations from entry. The a few select members of the UIU on the other hand have been known to gain entry and exit at will from the Library, coming and going nearly as they wish. Captured Serpents Hand members have said that the library regards them under the nickname ‘Magpies’. Where that name comes from, we have no idea. But this link of theirs is the main reason why we must maintain close relations with them.”
Bloom slowly raises her hand trying to get the Captain’s attention. “Ma’am, I’m not sure if operational security would allow it, but what about the GOI member Nobody?”
The class falls silent. Xi answers slowly, “Bloom, you are well aware that its highly against Foundation code to interact with GOI’s unless approved by the O5 council.”
“Of course, but hasn’t he or she interacted and helped us from time to time before? Records show that whoever they are, they were always extremely knowledgeable of the anomalous world.”
“Yes, but how often was the intelligence that was given correct or even just help us?”
Bloom averts her eyes out of embarrassment, “No, but…”
Xi interrupts, “Exactly! No! Information provided by things such as Nobody and SCP-990 should ever be taken at face value. There is a reason we have reporting procedures for such things.” Readjusting her uniform she says, “Now enough of that, back to the topic at hand. With the help of the UIU, the Foundation gained enough information about…”
“Can you believe the Captain said that?” Bloom whispers incredulously to Law. “Aren’t we supposed to engage every possible avenue of intelligence we can possibly find?” She adjusts some dials on the set of binoculars that she is looking through. “Mark. Target is 500 meters.”
Law mutters back from behind the scope of a long rifle next to her, “Copy 500 meters.”
“Isn’t it our training as Shamrocks that allows us to differentiate between what we need to ignore and what we need to act on? Its just so upsetting!” She drops the binoculars and rolls over onto her side to look at Law, “With that philosophy does she expect us to ignore all the Thaumiels too?”
Law’s face betrays no emotions. “Pay attention to the exercise please. We technically shouldn’t know what Thaumiel means.” Bloom rolls her eyes and brings the binoculars back up to her face. Law said, “Good. Ready to fire when shot is clear.”
Bloom says, “Copy Mr. boring. Ready to give notice when shot is clear…but you have to agree that her sentiment is just ridiculous?” Law didn’t answer. Silence encompasses the two for a few seconds. Downrange in the open field there was a bit of light appears in the area as a group of shapes begin to move. It was quickly snuffed out. The shrubbery where Bloom and Law overlook the valley sways gently as a small wind blows by. Law raises one hand and adjusts the scope of the rifle. The distant roar of an engine echoes around the valley as the dark shapes in the valley continue to move. Watching carefully, Bloom says, “Almost there. Annnnnd…CLEAR!”
Law presses the trigger and the sound of the rifle booms throughout the valley. As silence fills back in, a distant “FUCK!” comes from the group of figures. Bloom turns back to Law noticing that he lets out a small smile upon hearing the yell. The radio bursts to life in a buzz of static. Master Sergeant Walter’s gruff voice comes through the speaker, “Alright, exercise over. Targets been popped. Congratulations goes to Law and Bloom for getting off the shot first. Star, Mouse, Rock, and Ice I’ll talk to you all about what went wrong once you get back here. Everyone bring it back home. Radio in your checks” As he says this, a set of red lights illuminates a door in the hill about a mile away from Law and Bloom’s position.
Law grabs the radio on his hip and says into it, “Team Natural Order copies”.
As Bloom is picking up some of the hideouts materials when she stops and asks, “Team Natural Order?
“What? I gave us a pretty good team name if I say so myself.” He lets out a quick chuckle, “And you say I’m no fun.”
“Well do you at least have anything to say about our discussion earlier?”
Law smiles again, “I didn’t know one person talking to themselves counted as a discussion.”
“Oh shut up. You know what I mean.”
Law sighs as he begins to take apart the rifle. He stays silent for a few seconds collecting his thoughts. Bloom watches expectantly, herself not doing much to help him. Finally, he says, “Bloom, have you ever read the bible?”
She stops and thinks. “No, no I haven’t…at least I don’t think so. I can’t believe I was very religious before coming here.”
Law nods his head in agreement. “Well I seem to know a lot about it, so I assume I was. So, you don’t know then where the term Thaumiel comes from do you?” Bloom shakes her head. “I thought not. Thaumiel is one of the Qliphoth in the Jewish Kabbalah. Its also known as the shadow side of the Tree of life, of which the top is called the Sephirah Keter. In the literal definition, Thaumiel is the representation of an evil or impure spiritual force. So while Thaumiel may not be the automatic the opposite of life, it is instead the chaos unleashed when Keter swings out of balance.”
Bloom asks, “Wait, so Keter is meant to be the purity of life while Thaumiel is its shadow?”
Law nods, “The ruler of Thaumiel is Satan, you know ‘the fallen one’. The most complete representation of pride and arrogance? Yeah, him.” Law packs away the rifle into his carrying case. Picking it up in one hand, he reaches out the other to Bloom to help her up. “So the Foundation uses Thaumiel objects to contain mainly Keter SCPs right? Well parallel all the definitions into our world and you quickly come to realize why more than a few Shamrocks don’t tend to trust these things. To be fair, we aren’t meant to trust really anything completely.”
Bloom asks as they walk out of the thicket, “So are we supposed to go against the will of the Foundation by questioning the existence of these things?”
“As a Shamrock you are supposed to question everything. No matter what.”
“Even the Foundation?”
“Especially the Foundation.”
The truck jumps up and down as it rides along the dirt road, with the soldiers in the back shifting uncomfortably with every bump. Law and Bloom methodically look over their rifles and equipment checking them for any deficiencies. Next to Law, Ice is humming a soft tune to himself. While across from him, Mouse is deep in sleep occasionally letting out a soft snore or gurgle. The rest of the candidates are performing various maintenance checks on their weapons or just trying to calm themselves down for what is about to come. Master Sergeant Walters stands at the back gate of the troop transport trucks overlooking everyone. Out the back of the truck, Law can see a second Foundation transport truck trail in the dust of the one they ride in. Shadows cast by the almost full moon fly by on either side. The landscape seems to be shrouded in darkness with even the stars hiding behind a cover of clouds.
Bloom flicks on her night vision goggles. A gentle electric hum can barely be heard as they quickly power on. Looking around the back of the transport truck, she’s careful to avoid staring at the light coming from the moon. Turning to Law she asks, “So what bullshit did they drag us out for this time buddy?” She flicks off the night vision goggles and lifts them above her head. “It must be pretty damn important to give us all this special gear…” Lifting up her arm she looks at her sleeve. “…and actual clothes.”
Law continues to move through his equipment checks making sure that every piece of gear on him works as intended. Lifting one of the grenades from the bandolier draped around his body armor, he flicks it quickly on and off to check its priming sequence. Master Sergeant looks over from where he’s standing and says, “Remember to check your reality anchors too Law.” Law returns a thumbs up and starts fumbling with his utility belt. Master Sergeant Walters nods and turns to address the rest of the truck.
“Alright everyone listen up. You all know that we conduct live drills during your training at the Field…” A snore interrupts his speech and he looks over towards the sleeping Mouse “Someone wake up him up!” Ice launches a kick square into Mouse’s shin and he wakes up with a yelp of pain. Master Sergeant Walters rolls his eyes and continues speaking, “As I was saying; we always say treat each scenario as if it’s a true, life threatening problem. Well, consider today the application of everything you have been trained to do. Less than 24 hours ago The Foundation received intel that there is a rare outbreak of something occurring in the region.” He brings up a data pad and it projects a map of the Northern Midwest and central Canada. “While not unexpected, the chance of anomalous influence in this area was deemed to be extremely low. The contingency plan was to have whatever third phasers were being trained at the Field come in and hold the line while either MTF Nu-7, Beta-7, or Lambda-4 are flown in to handle full containment.”
Bloom and Torch exchange a quick glance. Bloom asks, “Wait, third phasers? Then what are we doing here? We’re only second phasers.”
Walters looked back to them, “The Colonel signed off on you two specifically due to your specialized skillsets and individualized training…whatever the fuck that means. Anyway, due to operations being conducted inside Canadian borders, in place of standard Foundation weapons you have been issued Assault Rifles or Anti-material rifles handled by the Canadian military. So either high rpm Colt C8s or MacMillan Tac-50s as well as a FN Minimi Mk3.”
He motions backwards towards the covered truck traveling behind them while fishing around in his pocket with his other hand. Smiling, he pulls out a sizeable looking bullet he says, “However, instead of standard issue heavy rounds, y’all get the pleasure of using these; semi-armor-piercing high-explosive incendiary rounds aka the Raufoss Mk 211 .50 BMGs. Whoever carries the Tac-50s and SAWs gets as many of these as they can shoot. A 7.62mm wide tungsten carbide heavy alloy bullet that on impact can blow a hole in 4-inch thick steel while burning it to a god-damn crisp. Warheads on foreheads boys and girls.” Putting the round back in his pocket he smiles again and yells “Oo fucking rah!”.
Everyone starts jabbering excitedly. Law glances towards the front of the truck where two large tanks sit propped up against the cabin. Nodding towards them he asks, “What about those things?”
Walters says, “Observant as always Law. Those are particularly relevant to Bloom and Torch. Those skills I mentioned before? I'm told that’s your flamethrower and chemical incendiary training.”
Bloom and Torch jaws drop. Ice leans forward and asks, “wait, what?”
“You fucking heard me. You're gonna take that flame and make it burn baby burn.” Everyone goes silent as Master Sergeant continues talking. “The other transport trucks containing the rest of the third phasers will have primary and secondary objectives of preventing the spread of hostile entities and medium to long range force protection of the other candidates until one of the MTFs gets here. Y’all on the other hand will be split into two squads of eight and be dig straight through to the center of this thing. One squad will be led by Law and the other by Ice. Each should have two AMRs, two SAWs, one burner, and the rest medium-range ARs so assign yourselves accordingly. Bloom you’re with Law. Torch head with Ice.”
The truck began to slow its speed. The sounds of the other trucks unloading can be heard from outside. Master Sergeant Walters ducks his head around the side of the truck and then starts unlocking the back gate as the truck slows to a halt. He says, “Primary objective is to burn everything in the area. No exceptions. If it moves, it dies.”
Bloom asks, “What in the hell are we fighting?”
“I don’t know Bloom, but from the instructions they sent us it doesn’t sound like a fucking walk in the park.” He pulls a latch on the back gate and it slams down with a loud clang. “The rest of your orders only say to go meet with the Foundation agent to grab your intel. After that its all you. Best of luck candidates. Time to earn your titles.”
Law signals to his squad to gather around him. Fox and Mouse are grabbing two more bandoliers of ammo each while Bloom struggles to shoulder on the pack of flammable chemicals. She winces under the strain for a moment before adjusting the straps around her hips. She grabs the large nozzle end and firing mechanism and holds it over her shoulder like a baseball player walking up to the plate. She says to everyone gathered around, “Hey! Just so everyone knows, you better not send any of those bullets flying towards this thing.” She gently taps the tank on her back. “One small hole in this thing will turn me and all of you into a veeerrry burnt tiki torches.”
Blue slides away slightly while asking in his smooth French-accented voice, “What the hell is in that thing?”
Bloom smiles devilishly at him. “White hot triethylaluminium thickened with polyisobutylene. Will instantly light up at 1600 degrees Celsius with nothing more than exposure to air and will burn everything to a crisp within 10 feet of its flame by thermal radiation alone. So yeah, you’re very much right to want to step away.”
Law grunts his approval of the outburst. Looking around the group he asks, “Alright is everyone here?…good. Last minute checks. Fox and Mouse got your SAWs?”
Fox hoists the large weapon upwards into the air with one hand and answers back in her sweet eastern European accent, “Check squad leader.” Mouse simply nodded.
“Devil and Brick on the AMRs?”
They give each other a quick fist bump as Devil answers in a deep Australian accent, “Ready to kill squad leader.”
“Bloom on the torch?”
She says, “You fucking know it!”
Law rolls his eyes and says, “Then its Sin, Dog, and me on the rifles.” He looks around to double check. “Cool, we’re all set. Okay everyone let’s get this intel and head out.”
The squad gathers up their equipment and starts heading over to one of the trucks where the rest of the squads are gathering. Sitting on top smoking a cigarette is a man with pale skin and bright blonde hair. He is wearing some clothes that seem like he walked square out of the IT room back at the Field. In all appearances it seems like he could be a member of Dr. Sloth’s workers. Law instantly dislikes him.
The man looks up and waits until Law and his squad get within earshot before clapping his hands twice and yelling out, “Alright everyone listen up!” The candidates all go quiet as he stands up and starts pacing on top of the trucks hardened roof top. “My name is Agent Carlyle Birch, and I’m the field agent responsible for this area. The reason you are all here is due to some now confirmed intelligence reports of an anomalous disease infecting this area. The only activity of note here previously was that Marshall, Carter, and Dark were noted to have a warehouse somewhere in the town, and even then, it was for only the movement of small stuff. Nothing big and nothing dangerous so all this is unprecedented.”
A voice piped up from the crowd of soldiers, “What the hell is ‘this’ that we have to fight.”
Agent Birch hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again. “We’re not sure how we missed this, but in that town is the only recorded outbreak of 610 outside of Siberia. You all know your jobs, best of luck out there Shamrocks…try not to die.”
The 16 candidates trudged through the dense forest on their way to the village center. Quiet hushed conversations fill the space as they walk. Bloom and Torch huff along near the back of the group weighed down by the heavy flamethrowers and their fuel packs. Law and Ice drop back to keep them company. Together, both squads reach the edge of the tree line. Ahead of them, they can see the outlines of the village buildings through the darkness. Law and Ice move up to the front of the squads to get a better vantage point. No movement can be seen from where they are, but Ice keeps an eye on the town while Law turns around to address the group.
“So they plan right now is for each squad to approach the town at 30 degree angle sweeps from this point and meet at the center of the town. Keep out of the way of friendly fire, stay behind the burners, and whatever you do don’t get trapped inside the buildings. Intel confirmed 610 is somewhere in there but be ready for anything. Keep your flares handy and if you need it overwatch should offer some long-range assistance. Radio to control if you find signs of MC&D. Any last minute concerns? No? Then let’s go.”
Ice gives him a quick salute and signals to his squad to follow him. Law starts to maneuver along the edge of the tree line to ready their approach. The rest of the squad spreads out around him to cover as much of an area as possible. He waits a while until he sees a small red light flash three times from a clump of trees on the far side of the small town. He returns the same signal and says aloud, “Time to move.”
| Name | Award | ~ Citation |
|---|---|---|
| Colonel Cloverfield | Foundation Cross | BLAH |
| Captain Hollis | Foundation Cross | FOR CONSPICUOUS GALLANTRY AND INTREPIDITY AT THE RISK OF HER LIFE FOR THE PROTECTION OF NOT JUST THE FOUNDATION BUT HUMANITY AS A WHOLE AS AN MTF TEAM LEADER… |
| Rabble Rabble | Rabble Rabble |






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