Tanya is lounging on a couch in the living room of her flat, absorbed in the ever-changing view of Puget Sound through the floor to ceiling windows. She is interrupted by a small yelp from Monique, who had just taken the delivered mail from one of the hotel staff. “It is here, Milady. The acknowledgement of your returned RSVP for the party Madame Harridan is throwing. It looks like real paper, too. Lots of blah-blah-blah then the meat; Fancy Dress at 1900 tonight.”
The maid brought the letter to where mistress was sitting. After scanning it, Tanya looked up at Monique and said, “Well, time to double check the arrangements.”
“I will get the frocks out for us. Let’s hope that extra kilo you’ve recently packed on doesn’t mean I have to do too much work on it.”
Monique deftly dodges the cushion thrown at her and laughs as she heads off to the bedroom, saying, “What time is Calico coming over to get into her costume?”
Tanya rises and follows Monique into the bedroom. “She said she would be here at 1500. That will give us plenty of time to get us all dressed and go through the last minute stuff that always pops up. I have few worries this time, though. It should be an easy run.”
Monique pauses in laying out the costumes. “You know, I like Calico. I think she will work out well for us.”
The two women look over the three costumes on their side of the bed. Tanya’s fluffy one with the partial mask that would only barely conceals her features sits next to the large snail costume for Monique and the maid uniform for Calico, the third member of the little group. Two other costumes are off to one side. The first is quite colorful and distinctive, while the other is a duplicate of the maid costume. Monique nods at the colorful one and says, “Latest word from her personal maid is that this is still the costume of choice.”
Tanya smiles broadly. “Perfect. She will not know what happened.” She turns to look at Monique. “And Alphonse will be ready at 1700?”
A nod. “He will be waiting out front.”
Tanya nods in response, satisfied that all the plans are working out as projected. The two women return to the living room and on to the work room, where they open the hidden shelves and cabinets to begin the process of pulling out the assorted items that might be needed. Most of these tools will go inside the special compartment in the shell of the snail costume that Monique will be wearing, but a few go into the smuggling compartment in Tanya’s cyber arm, to include the small dart pistol.
After that the pair goes over the plan and then the two backup plans. Once satisfied, they secure the various storage compartments and leave the room. Tanya goes back to the couch to gaze once more out at the fish swimming past the window and Monique goes to putter in the kitchen.
The hotel intercom system buzzes the suite at 1445 to inform them that their guest has arrived and is on the way down. Tanya goes to the door, opening it to wait for Calico. The private elevator chimes softly to announce its arrival and Calico emerges, escorted by a young member of the hotel staff. Tanya waves and calls him by name, telling him that she has her friend. The man nods and returns to the elevator as Tanya opens the door wide to let Calico in.
Monique waves to the girl from where she is working in the kitchen and Tanya says, “Follow me. I have something to give you.” She leads Calico into the work room and points to where a folder and a small commlink sit on the planning table. “I have your new SIN card loaded on that Meta. It took me a bit of work, but it is ready and loaded into the sprawl data base. It should give you the identity we talked about. The folder is a paper copy of your references from the temp agency. They are also loaded on the Meta, but you have this copy to give to someone if they ask. The work is good, if I say so myself. The security at the temp agency was ridiculously easy to crack, according to my decker and you are a bonafide part time waitress. Take a bit of time to make sure I got everything right like we discussed. It is better to find out now than later if something does not mesh. I hope that you have done your part and studied the fine art of serving drinks and food to the rich without sneering at them.”
Tanya lets Calico grab the ‘link and the folder and leads her back out to the living room, where they find that Monique has set out some light refreshments for the three of them. After a quick run through of the plan, Tanya is confident that Calico knows what to do as well as the backup plans. All three go into the bedroom, where the extra costumes and some of the equipment go into the special compartment in the snail shell then all get into their costumes. Each checks the other out and when all are ready they head out of the suite to the elevator.
The trio gets some odd looks from the hotel staff and guests they pass in the ornate outer lobby, and the doorman has a very funny look on his face as he holds the door for them. The gleaming Rolls Royce Silver Phaeton ’62 is parked and waiting for them, the uniformed driver at the open door. He bows low. “Lady Marisart. It is a pleasure to serve you today.”
“Thank you, Alphonse, you have the destination?”
“I do indeed, your ladyship. The roads are dry and the traffic is heavy all the way, but we have plenty of time.”
Alphonse helps all three women into the car, Monique proving the most difficult to manage. Once all are settled, Alphonse closes the door and goes around to the driver’s compartment. The powerful engine is nearly silent as the huge limousine glides away from the hotel.
As the sleek limousine Tanya had loaded her into glided down the highway towards the party, Calico adjusted her maid’s uniform so that just the right amount of her would be spilling out.
“Care to review the plan one last time?” Tanya asked smoothly from the seat across from her. She was hard to read, Calico thought, but she had a feeling Tanya was a bit nervous about working with someone so young and inexperienced.
“We’ve gone over it three times”, she said confidently, “I got this”. Tanya simply smiled and nodded, turning to issue some final instructions to Monique. As they rode, Calico surveyed the interior of the limo, which apparently belonged to Tanya. Very posh. Under normal conditions this kind of opulence would set her off, really get her righteous indignation flame burning. But Tanya seemed … somehow different from the typical blueblood oppressors of the world. Not that Calico would be caught dead owning such an Engine of Poverty Perpetuation, but maybe … juust maybe, Tanya wasn’t so bad, even in spite of her obvious oppressor affiliations. After all she WAS sponsoring this evening’s Stick It To The Man’s festivities. Calico decided to reserve judgement, and just enjoy tonight.
God, she loved shafting these rich fucks.
Tanya nods at the confidence of the younger thief and looks at Monique in her costume as a large snail. After making sure that the maid was set for her tasks, Tanya sits back and enjoys the ride. In her mind she reviews the planning and the backups that are already in place if something should go wrong. Alphonse guides the silent limousine to its destination, pulling up just around the corner from the Harridan mansion then coming around to open the door for Calico. Tanya puts out a hand as she leaves the car. “Call me if there is a problem and we can go to one of the alternate plans. Remember that Monique has a spare maid’s uniform in her shell if you have to come in as a cat. Good luck.”
After watching the girl walk away, Tanya tells Alphonse to continue to the main entrance of the house. Monique says, “She will do fine, Miss.”
Tanya smiles, “I know she will. But she wants this for different reasons and may be willing to take risks I would not. For her it is a cause; for us it is just the money.”
Alphonse stops the car at the front door and comes around to let Tanya and Monique out. “Alphonse, we will be about four hours. I understand that Mrs. Harridan does not supply meals for the drivers, so please get something to eat and I will cover the cost. Thank you for the ride.”
Alphonse nods and assists the women from the car and up the stairs before driving away. Tanya presents her invitation to the butler and they pass in to the merriment. The main entry hall and ballroom are packed with people, all in fancy dress. Tanya nods to Monique, who splits off to mingle with the staff while Tanya begins to mingle with the other guests. Several of the people she chats with note that her costume does not do much to hide who she is; to which she replies that her maid had ruined the original costume and it had been too late to get another, so this was the result. She smiles as several of her companions commiserate with her on the problem of hired help these days. She accepts a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and sips at it as she moves through the crowd. The accident with Calico is to take place in the second hour so she has a while to mingle, during which time she manages to talk with Mrs. Harridan and verifies that there has been no last minute change in the hostess’ costume. So far, all is going according to plan.
Calico enters the massive house through the “service entrance”, an odious architectural feature in her opinion. She is immediately met by a man she assumes is the waitstaff manager, his hard, no nonsense face sneering down at the new arrival.
“You the new girl?” he asks Calico with a disdainful scowl. Calico nods absently, her gaze scanning the gathering partygoers as she breezes by the suddenly flustered manager. “Well, just …. circulate some hors d’oeurvres” he proclaims imperiously after the retreating figure, intent that the fragility of his authority not be exposed to the other staffers. What a tool, Calico thinks.
She grabs a stray tray of food, packed tight with delicious, gratuitously expensive snacklets, and heads towards the milling throng of socialites, popping one of the morsels into her mouth as she shoulders through the door leading out of the kitchen. She meanders aimlessly, keeping one watchful eye out for choice items that might be pointed out to Tanya, and the other on the clock.
The minutes pass with predictable tedium as Calico is repeatedly engaged in conversation by various male guests, most old enough to be her grandfather. She smiles and listens with what she hopes will look like attentiveness, when in fact she is focusing with increasing concern on the baleful stares she keeps getting from both the wives of the grandpas and the other waitstaffers, who grow increasingly resentful of her “standing around”.
Noticing that the time for her unfortunate accident is rapidly approaching, and knowing that the longer this goes on the more likely she will be to tell someone what she actually thinks of them, she is finally forced to break off conversation with a particularly tenacious admirer with borderline rudeness. He smiles somewhat self-conciously as she hurries to gather her necessary tools from the kitchen.
A tray of champagne flutes. She glides towards it, but another staffer cuts her off, deftly scooping the tray up herself. “Sorry, but these need to actually get to the guests, not just park somewhere while you chat up one of your boyfriends.” The interloper’s face is smeared with bitterness and jealousy, and Calico knows that the more she tries to reclaim her prize from this woman, the more the woman will refuse to give in, so she just shrugs indifferently. The trayholder sniffs derisively, and heads back out into the party.
Calico looks around the kitchen. She doesn’t see any other champagne, or drinks of any kind. Hmmm. Fuck it. She heads back out into the party empty-handed, pretending to be gathering empty glasses and other detritus as she carefully watches the one who stole her tray. Ok good, she seems to be heading in the right direction now, she thought to herself as she casually but carefully managed her distance, preparing to strike. Few more feet ….
“Suddenly I understand some men’s fascination with french maid outfits”, offers a man to her left. She spins to look, and he’s smiling down at her, just oozing with middle aged charm. She smiles weakly. Shit, she needs to do it now! She takes another step backwards, as if carried by momentum. As she feels the collision commencing, she brings her elbow up and spins with feigned confusion, feeling it crash into the tray, sending an exorbitantly expensive shower sailing … and landing. Tanya is not stained, she is drenched. Dripping, she flings an incredulous look at Calico. What the fuck?!?, it says. The imposter serving girl can only shrug imperceptibly, a sheepish grin her only defense.
Tanya considers parties like this to be investments. To be honest, she does truly enjoy the trappings of luxury and does not share Calico’s desire to stick anything to the rich just because they are rich. Tanya robs from them because they are able to afford things to steal. The poor have nothing and most of them cannot afford the sort of security measures that bring a sense of challenge to the game. But the rich? The rich can afford those protections, or as Tanya likes to say, the illusion of protection. And it is this illusion that Tanya loves, because it makes it so much sweeter when she successfully bypasses all the security and makes off with the treasure.
Already she has wrangled invites to several other parties and identified several people that just talk too much about their wealth. One middle-aged gentleman has moved to first billing in the “I can be set up” category by coming up behind her and running a hand tentatively across her arse end while she is chatting with his wife and some of her friends. She wriggles against his hand to show that she does not mind, clearly encouraging him to continue. When the man’s wife turns away with her friends to go talk to someone else, Tanya turns to face the man, smiling up at him. “You should be more careful, Mr. Sloan. Someone might see and tell your wife.”
The tall man smiles. “They might indeed, but they would be disappointed at the effect. My wife and I have an…….arrangement. She gets her diversions and I get a few of my own. It works well that way. And please call me Doug.”
“Do you find me a little diverting, Doug?”
His eyes almost twinkle as he senses that he could be working up a score. “More than a little, Lady Marisart. Or may I call you Tanya?”
Tanya holds out her hand, “You may indeed, Doug. And what do you have in mind?”
I have a small apartment in the King’s Arms that is very private. Interested?"
Tanya pretends to consider the offer, but inside she is congratulating herself on another perfect play. The man is already in her web. She blushes a bit and looks down before returning her eyes to his face. “I could be available for that. I am afraid that my only free evening this week is Friday.” She had done her research well and knew that he was usually available on Fridays.
“Perfect. I will have dinner served. Say eightish?”
Tanya runs a finger down the front of the man’s costume. I will be there. I should ask for…….?"
The man nods, “How perceptive. Yes, ask for Brian Stevens’ suite. I will leave instructions to have you let up.”
Tanya smiles and nods before moving away. She sends a quick note to Monique. “Got Douglas Sloan, dear. Phase one of getting the Sloan diamonds is in place. Friday at eight. Something slinky, I should think. And easy to take off.”
The maid snorts and smiles as she receives the message. She is chatting with the servants that have generally been sent off to the secondary rooms while their masters and mistresses are in the main rooms. She is gathering intel from among the “invisibles”; the legions of domestics and personal maids and personal assistants that the rich tend to surround themselves with but never really notice. At another quick message, she nods to her companions and excuses herself to go out to where Tanya is.
Tanya keeps an eye out for Calico as it gets closer to show time. She catches Monique’s eye as the maid enters the room and nods as the French thief moves toward the stairs. Then she catches sight of Calico. The girl does not have a drink in her hands, but Tanya is prepared, having just picked a fresh flute of the champagne from a passing waitress. Suddenly Calico is stopped by Stafford Grayson, the middle-aged son of a prominent banking family, and quite the catch; having just dumped his long-time girlfriend, if the tabloids are to be believed. Calico steps back and everything seems to happen quickly after that. The girl bumps into the waitress in front of Tanya, swinging her arm in an effort to catch herself, but only colliding with the tray itself, sending the entire group of champagne flutes onto Tanya.
The shower of champagne is a surprise, certainly much more than originally planned, and Tanya is drenched as the flutes crash onto her and cascade to the floor in a tinkle of broken glassware. She stares at Calico silently for a moment then blasts out. “Oh! You bloody fragging twit! Look at what you have done!”
She reaches for Calico’s arm and drags her to the stairs. The crowd of people separates to give her space and she makes it halfway up the empty stairway before stopping to berate the poor girl. Monique moves after her, calling out to her mistress in French.
Calico winces at the pain she feels in her arm as she is dragged to the stairs by the convincingly irate Tanya. Eeeasy lady, she thinks, but deep down she knows that a convincing performance is more important than safeguarding her delicate skin, which has always bruised easily.
Halfway up the stairs, she focuses on appearing chastised and afraid. Inwardly, she focuses on gathering the magical energy that will be needed for the next phase of the evening. As they reach the landing where the stairs turn sharply left, she releases it in a quick burst of light and sound, simultaneously jerking her hand free of Tonya’s grip.
Those viewing her sculpted light show from an external perspective would see illusory doppelgangers of herself and her accuser, pivoting, Tonya’s cape billowing outward to give them the momentary cover they need to dive unseen to the next portion of stairs. They quickly crawl on their stomachs the rest of the way up the stairs, staying close to the wall so as to remain unseen to any gawkers below.
They reach the top of the stairs and clamber to their feet, peering back down the stairs at the harried woman beginning her lengthy tirade against the hapless serving girl.
“Let’s get crackin”, Calico whispers to her sponsor-in-crime. “I don’t imagine you can chew me out forever”
Monique joins the pair just as they reach the landing and heads on up to the second floor bathroom. Looking back at the stairs, Tanya is impressed with the illusion and smiles at Calico. “Some of my harder jobs would have been much easier with you around.” She nods at the girl’s comment and quickly moves to the bathroom. Monique has already removed her shell and is pulling the new costume out. She grins at Calico as she begins to undress Tanya. “Good job with the champagne. Not sure I would have been willing to spill so much, but the effect was nice.” She puts a finger in her mouth from where she is removing wet clothing. “Inferior year, though. You would think these people could afford better.”
Phase two complete, Tanya is now dressed in the same costume as the hostess, to include the full-face mask. She and Calico leave the bathroom and head to the master bedroom and the prize, with Tanya leading. Suddenly Tanya holds out an arm for Calico to stop. A man’s voice can be heard from just beyond the turn in the hallway that leads to the bedroom. Tanya quietly removes her dart gun from her arm compartment and looks at Calico. “Anything you can do to reduce any noise I might make?”
Calico nods, quickly summoning a magical sound barrier in the hallway. The barrier would prevent sound from penetrating its borders in either direction, but would leave it otherwise unaffected.
“Just keep everything within 5 meters of that corner, there”, she says, pointing. “I’m going to go keep an eye on our little slap and tickle show.”
“—is the SECOND time tonight my costume has been ruined by some idiot servant, do you all take classes to learn how to do it so well?” Puppet Tanya was saying, creating tremendous distress in poor little Puppet Calico. She smirked at her little play. It’s almost like a… what was the word… a metaphor, she thought as her illusory counterpart weathered the terrible and degrading storm.
Uh-oh. She might have been laying it on a bit thick. It seems that the man who’d spoken to her right before her collision has come to rescue her. This would have to be dealt with quickly.
“Now Lady Marisart, surely this poor girl has had enough—” he begins, beginning to approach the imaginary couple on the stairwell.
“NO!!” Puppet Tanya flings at him, whirling to face him with venom in her eyes. He stops in his tracks; suddenly not sure he is willing to brave the Dragon for this particular damsel. “These servants have to LEARN that mistakes like these are simply UNACCEPTABLE, and I will not allow you or anyone else to get in the way of me teaching that lesson! Do you understand me?!?” she seethed, her eyes promising to answer any challenge with swift disembowelment. Apparently deciding that, in this case prudence is the better part of valor, Calico’s would-be rescuer smiles humorlessly at Puppet Tanya, spins on his heels, and rejoins the party.
“So much for chivalry …” a smirking Calico murmurs to herself from her concealed position at the top of the stairs. Satisfied that the downstairs crisis is averted for the moment, she shifts her attention to listen for signs of the upstairs one, knowing that if she hears any, something has gone very wrong.
Tanya walks around the corner, coming face to face with one of the party guests that had wandered upstairs. He seems a bit surprised to see the hostess and appears to be embarrassed when he asks for the directions to the bathroom. Tanya opens her mouth to reply, but catches herself; something is not quite right with this bloke. Her photographic mind replays the entire scene in seconds and then stops; his eyes are not as drunk as he appears to be. She nods and motions to the door behind the man, who turns and opens it. He stumbles a bit and reaches out to take Tanya’s arm for support, pulling her into the room. Because she is already alert to the man, she catches the glint of metal in his off hand and twists away, bringing her pistol up and firing a dart into the man’s neck.
The man staggers back and brings his hand up to his neck, spitting and snarling. He takes a step forward, bringing his knife clearly into view in a threatening manner before dropping to his knees. The fast-acting drug in the dart does its job and the attacker falls forward onto his face. Tanya bends over and disarms the man before pulling him completely into the room. A quick search reveals what she had suspected; no ID and some not-so-cleverly hidden B&E tools. He does, however, have a credstick and a cheapo commlink that she takes. Shaking her head at how the man had almost taken her, she removes the dart from his neck and stands, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.
Tanya quickly walks to the master bedroom and into view of the security camera there. Moving as confidently as if she owns the place, Tanya approaches the painting that conceals the wall safe and presses the buttons that allow her to swing the painting away from the wall. Her research had given her the style of the safe, but she is still surprised by the model. She gives a small whistle and mutters under her breath, “A budgie? Really, Mrs. Harridan, you deserve to be robbed.” She keeps her face to the safe, giving the camera only a view of her back as she quickly attaches a device to the safe front and begins cycling the combinations. Soon she hears the small snick that tells her the safe is hers. Tanya swings open the door and looks inside the safe, quickly identifying the jewelry box and ignoring the stack of credsticks lined against the wall of the safe.
Tanya removes the very excellent fakes she had paid good money for from the compartment in her arm and replaces them with the originals. In her mind the 3K spent on the fakes is well worth the cost to keep the theft concealed for a time. If things go well, it will not be until the next time the pearls are examined for insurance purposes that the switch will even be detected. Smiling, she closes the safe and leaves the room, allowing the camera to get a good view of her. She returns to the bathroom where Monique is ready to help her to change back into her original costume. The entire theft, from entering the bathroom the first time until leaving it now had taken less than five minutes, even with the distraction of dealing with the other thief.
Tanya quickly moves back to the stairwell and alerts Calico that she is ready for the charade to end.
The ferocity of Puppet Tanya’s onslaught rises, and the trembling serving girl is nearing her limit. The few guests who do accidentally find themselves close enough to hear the exchange pointedly hurry by, unwilling to become mixed up in what is quickly becoming a full blown scene.
“So you expect me to believe that you had no idea that there was another serving girl with an entire TRAY full of champagne glasses right behind you, even though you had been walking right towards her??”
“I … yes ma’am”, the girl stammers, tears now streaming down her face. Calico mouths the puppet’s words to herself as she evokes them in her creation, willing all of the emotion to flow through her. The shame, humiliation … despair. The tears.
“I will not tolerate being lied to, and you are clearly lying, you …. worthless little thing. You will … Never … work as a serving girl again, do you hear me?” bellows the cruel Puppet Tanya.
“Got that right” mumbles Calico, just as her double cracks.
“I’msorr—” the girl slurs as she turns and, unable to endure these attacks one moment longer, flees upstairs, not seeming to know where she’s going, only knowing she must escape.
“Get back here! Mrs. Harridan isn’t about to let the likes of you roam freely about in her home!” her torturer calls after her, storming intently up the stairs to chase down her defeated quarry.
As the second figure reaches the top of the stairs and dissolves into mist, Calico stands and turns to Tanya. “You’re up. I’ll see ya soon” she says with a wink, then contorts her face until she is the harried, hapless, fleeing serving girl. Then she flees.
Down the stairs, pushing through the guests and bursting out the front door, Calico dashes out into the night. The decision to leave on her own had been spur of the moment, but now she is glad she did. She is elated, and can imagine no better way to celebrate than to spend the remainder of the evening embracing her animal side.
Tanya watches the girl run back down the stairs and smiles. She will need some work with details, but she did quite well with what she had. It seemed a bit over the top to Tanya, but it may have been just what was required. The English accent had been poor, but the anger in the voice had been real enough to keep too many people from wondering about it. She has a good explanation ready in case anyone happens to ask, but is confident that the ruse worked perfectly. That feeling is reinforced by the number of people that come to talk to her as she rejoins the party, each of them talking about the poor selection of people in the serving class. Tanya herself is about as upper class as one can get without being royalty, and she is still amazed by the low regard these people hold their servants and staff. She shakes her head and smiles at the irony of it all as she mingles, eventually targeting the hostess. “I am so sorry, my dear, for my outburst. I am afraid that I do not quite know what came over me.”
Mrs. Harridan gives Tanya a sympathetic look. “Nonsense, dear young woman. It is I that should be sorry. Oh! That dreadful girl and this accident. I will make sure that she does not work in this city again.”
Tanya takes a deep sniff, “And I am now a champagne garnish, I suppose.” She turns about to look at the nearby guests. “Would anyone care for a bite?”
The people near the hostess laugh and the party resumes. Just before the party ends, Tanya observes a somewhat tipsy gentleman shakily making his way down the stairs, holding onto the railing to stay on his wobbly feet. The camera that is Tanya’s mind puts his face in her memory as he passes her on his way out the door. Eventually, the party comes to a close and the guests begin to filter out the door to their cars. Tanya makes sure to stop by the hostess and congratulate her on such a nice party. Both laugh at the accident and Tanya, accompanied by Monique, walks outside and down the wide steps to where Alphonse is holding open the door to the massive Rolls for them. She tells him that Calico will be using her own transportation and he nods while assisting them into the car. Once inside, Tanya removes the would-be thief’s cred stick from her purse and slots it. “Let’s see what sort of bonus we picked up. Oooh! Nice surprise. This will cover the cost of the fakes and up the per-person shares.”
Tanya then looks at the cheap commlink and opens the caller ID and phone list, committing them to her memory. She asks Alphonse to take the scenic route home, making sure to cross the bridge over Lake Washington on the way. Once on the bridge, Tanya opens the window and tosses the ‘link into the lake after carefully wiping any prints from the device. The water of the deep lake should do the trick anyway, but one can never be too careful. Tanya sends a quick message to Ni Ni on her own ’link. "Hello, dear. I have your client’s merchandise in hand. Come on by to pick it up. I should be home in ten. See you there. Ta."
Once home, Tanya quickly removes the champagne-soaked costume and steps into the large shower. Once under the hot water, Tanya reviews the theft in her mind, finding that nothing went astray except for the slight errors in the illusionary Tanya’s speech. Calico is a good student and will learn over time and Tanya smiles as she imagines the pleased look on the young thief’s face when she finds out that her share has been bumped back up to 10000 Nuyen, thanks to the “gift” from the other thief.
The glass door to the shower opens and Tanya turns to watch as Ni Ni steps in to join her. The women smile at each other and embrace under the hot water. The night just keeps getting better and better.
Elsewhere, Nikto approached the dumpster in the alley and peered inside. His face seemed momentarily confused as he reached in and pulled out what appeared to be … a perfectly good maid’s outfit. Never one to turn down sellable items, he shrugged and stuffed it into his coat and continued foraging.