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| Socky.
Write More.
NOW.
NOW.
NOW.
NOW.
Or.
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:42 pm | |
| Socky, you are officially a very epic person.
MOAR. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:18 pm | |
| Not until you update. So there. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:30 pm | |
| YOU ARE A HORRIBLE CHILD, I HOPE YOU REALIZE I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE..
.. I'm going, I'm going.. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:31 pm | |
| Yeah, that's right. You'd better.
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 5:12 pm | |
| RPC!!!!!!!
=DD
Yay! New chapter was awesome!
xDD, 'Well this is certainly awkward...'
And me with my awesome glare that would make the Godfather cry. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 5:55 pm | |
| You know, I would say my real name, but it would confuse everyone outta their minds! | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 8:06 pm | |
| XD That's why I made the excuse of everyone calling you Subs. I don't know your real name/alias. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:03 pm | |
| D': Yes, dear readers, I dared to write chapter 10. And as I put up chapters, I update the references and questions. =D
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:08 pm | |
| YOU so clever!
lol that was a nice one for the code.
RIGHT MOAR! NAUGH!
THey should get a babelfish translator for my language. Or catspeak! | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:23 pm | |
| Well, when you say it out loud, you can tell what someone says in lolcatspeak. So you've got that going for ya. :3
...You know, I think my 'hooking thumbs in the pockets of my jeans when I'm perplexed' thing is becoming the running joke for the story. XD That, and Baskerville's murderous tendancies. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:27 pm | |
| =D
Hot-wiring cars, breaking out of cells.
Man, Socky, you and Otter are vicious. xD
I loved the little code thing, that's pretty neat, how you thought of that!
(Plus, it's a total reference to me, so why wouldn't I love it? xD Kidding.) | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:07 pm | |
| XD Thanks.
..I think I'll count the number of times someone smirks, grins, or smiles. XD | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Tue Jun 29, 2010 8:26 pm | |
| The topic is too long, so here's Chapter 11. XD I updated the references, though. - Spoiler:
CHAPTER 11
Man may penetrate the outer reaches of the universe, he may solve the very secret of eternity itself, but for me, the ultimate human experience is to witness the flawless execution of a hit-and-run.
-Branch Rickey
"WHOO!"
Driving a speeding convertible is much more fun than sitting in the back seat of your mom's minivan, I think.
I was behind the wheel, Ben was in the passenger seat, and there was no one in our lane.
Cue Born to be Wild!
Ben tuned in the radio to a station playing Justin Bieber. This time, I would make allowances. I would not let high-pitched singing get to me when I was driving a convertible I had hot-wired after breaking out of a cell. The only thing that could make this better was bacon.
I really, really like bacon.
I spun the wheel to the right as the car whipped around. The best part? No police. Then a thought occurred to me.
"Ben, where are we going?"
...
There was me, Becca, Anna, Lauren, and Subs. Above us in rank (meaning she never went on field missions but always seemed to be busy) was Alley.
And I'm Jay.
It seems like I'm the only sane guy in the group. Anna and Lauren will go off on their own if they disagree with the rules, Becca goes by-the-book but if she doesn't like how the book goes, she's suddenly a loose cannon. Subs--I'm not even going to start. Me? I just try to keep everyone realistic.
But I can't help wondering if maybe Socky and Otter--Danny and Ben, I mean--could make a good addition to our team. They're crazy, never take anything seriously, but they're smart.
...We could always use them as bait for the bad guys. Like how Shaggy and Scooby Doo always lead the criminals into the trap. Somehow, I don't think Ms. Lisa Hammons would agree with that.
Now Becca, Anna, Lauren, Subs and I were out of the base to do a little research. Subs and I were to head to Ben's neighborhood, to the coordinates where the bad guy's car was last seen. Becca, Anna, and Lauren were going to take a trip to the farmhouse and see if they could find anything else before getting to hacking the FBI network. We were all crammed in a black armored car, but it could be pretty nice. Not as nice as the limo, granted, but cool. Like a trolley, there were seats on opposite sides, not in rows. I sat between Becca and Subs, while Anna and Lauren were across from us. There were panels in the back doors that held weaponry. And there were fluffy dice dangling from the mirror.
The armored car slowed to a stop and the driver got out. The limo chauffeur, Mr. Moriarty, was the only driver I knew. All the others were inconsistent. At least we could count on Moriarty not to get himself fired. Now our driver opened the back doors. As Subs and Lauren started towards the door, he raised a hand.
"Sorry," he said in a smooth tone. Suddenly, he grabbed Lauren's wrist and wrenched her towards him, holding her tight and revealing a magnum, the barrel of which he forced under Lauren's chin. She was smart and didn't struggle. Somehow, that voice seemed eerily familiar. I wished that I had gotten to a gun on the back doors before he swung them open, and clenched my fists. I held myself back, knowing that I had to keep cool and outwit the man if I wanted to help at all. The guy backed up slowly, Lauren still held in his arm, the gun still aimed at her skull.
"You kids got on my bad side," he smiled, flashing bright white teeth. "I trust that since you're a rogue agency, you can't go to the government just yet. There are, however, some people in your custody who aren't members of your agency. Am I right?"
Anna lunged at him, but Subs and Becca yanked her arms to keep her from making any move before the gun had moved away from Lauren. Safety had never been a priority with us, but it was a human life.
"So I think I'll lend you a hand and tie up those loose ends."
Despite the situation, I was distantly reminded of Socky's untied shoes.
"You were stupid enough to let me follow you back to your own hideout. I even remembered the code Girly over there put in the keypad before getting in the elevator with your hostages."
Becca gritted her teeth. I couldn't blame her for being upset. The man had one of our best friends and called her 'Girly'.
"Now I'll just pay a little visit to your 'secret headquarters'." He smirked and turned around.
As he did so, Lauren ducked out from under his arm and hurtled back toward us. We helped her climb back into the car, and the man furiously cocked his gun, aiming it right at me.
Then a red convertible hit him and he went flying in the air.
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Tue Jun 29, 2010 9:29 pm | |
| DRIVER JUST GOT PWNED.
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I'masneakingonsoshhhhandstuff.
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Tue Jun 29, 2010 9:31 pm | |
| Oh, sweet Socky!
I almost Die! Darn you. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Tue Jun 29, 2010 9:40 pm | |
| :D Thanks you guys. I have a feeling there will be a bit of a "okay, let the action die down for a second" chapter, then the rest of the story should be "action-packed", as they say, and I wind it up. And maybe a sequel. MAYBE. I just kind of want to because it was so much fun writing this. XD And, as we all know, if you have a story that involves all of us meeting and becoming spies, it warrants a sequel. It's, like, the law of awesome. XD
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Wed Jun 30, 2010 11:57 am | |
| So, I'm uploading two chapters at a time because I think Chapter 12 is really angsty. And some bits of Chapter 13. So you'll have to read that. XD WARNING: Otter and I have never had a fight like that in our lives. XD This is how I think it would go if we got into a nasty. XD CHAPTER 12- Spoiler:
A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
-Winston Churchill
I turned on the windshield wipers to get the man off as he rolled down the hood of our car.
Note to self--windshield wipers only wipe the windshield. It's harder for them to reach things sliding down the front of the car.
Going for theatrics over practicality, I ignored the door and instead swung my legs over the side of the car, trotting over to where the rest of the group had gathered at the motionless body. Ben rushed out of the car and darted over to the man, kneeling beside him to take his pulse. He looked at me with a mixture of horror and disbelief.
"You killed him!"
"Don't be a silly goose," I snorted, crouching to take his pulse myself. I frowned, then rolled down the cuff of his sleeve and took his pulse at his wrist. The agents and fellow RPC members looked on anxiously. I stood up.
"I'm calling it." I flipped open my cell phone to check the time. "2:24, may his soul rest in peace."
Everyone stared at me, while Ben muttered something disgustedly and ran his hands through his hair.
Rebecca shook her head. "You just killed our main lead."
Subs rocked back on his heels and stared at the sky.
Anna and Lauren groaned at me.
Jay stood there, fixed, staring at the body. Suddenly, he spoke. "We'd better pack it back in the car, bring it back to hq for an autopsy." he decided.
Anna nodded. "Right, before anyone notices there's a dead man on the street."
"On the bright side," I began, pocketing my phone. "I have learned three things today. One: Your limo drove us from Tennessee to the back alleys of New York City in less than an hour. Two: A lot of the members of RPC are actually secret agents that formed their own agency. And three: I can commit murder with virtually no remorse."
"That's where your problem is!" Ben said angrily. "You think that killing people is 'okay', that it's a joke! Every life is sacred!"
I can usually keep my temper in check, but sometimes I can't be blamed. "Question is, Ben, why are you so touchy about it? More people in my family have died than in yours! I don't see why you have to get all self-righteous and uppity about death! Heads up: You're not the 'chosen one'! And yet you've gone around preaching to me ever since we met!" I shook my head. "I don't know why I put up with you!"
"Wow." Ben started to laugh.
What was wrong with him? I hadn't made a joke. I only permit people to laugh at me if I'm purposefully being funny.
"You put up with me?" he chuckled. "That's terrific, Dan. Here's a thought--why do I put up with you? You're cold towards emotion, you're stubborn, you're a trouble-maker, and (here's a new one) you're literally insane!"
"Oh, really? Hadn't noticed." As I spat my reply, the agents started dragging the body towards their armored car.
"And I don't mean that jokingly. You're what they'd call an 'eccentric', a madman--you're crazy, and you know it."
I folded my arms. "Oh really? I'd like to--"
"You talk back to the disc jockeys on the radio. You told me you took your socks off and juggled them until you remembered something. Until we go to lunch at school, you talk in rhymes or riddles or Spanish. And sometimes you talk to yourself when you're reading or drawing, going on about chemistry and psychology and World War II and Obama. You're temperamental and moody; you'll be hyper for days, but if something doesn't go your way, you slump into a deep depression. You claim you can 'channel Abraham Lincoln's spirit' because he was an Aquarius like you, and--" he broke off, resting his hand on the car.
"And what?" I prompted.
Ben raised his eyes quizzically to me. "Why is it you don't care about relationships?"
"Relationships?" This argument was going downhill, fast.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"Nicole and her family moved to Montana. We agreed we didn't want any drama."
"Yeah, that's it. Why is it you're so reluctant to trust, so hesitant to get close with anyone?"
I jammed my hands in my pockets. "Ben, I..."
"Why do you gag whenever we're watching a movie and someone says, 'I love you' or the big kiss comes? Is there something wrong with love?"
"Yes, Ben, yes there is. How can something so 'beautiful' hurt so many people?"
"No pain, no gain."
I laughed bitterly. "Yeah, sure. You keep telling yourself that. You keep dreaming about your 'one true love', and I'll stick to my mind, not my emotions."
"For someone so fixed on psychology, you don't seem to hold emotions in a high regard."
"Emotions cloud our judgment. Our minds."
"Right. Well, I'm leaving." Ben walked around and climbed in the car, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out.
The agents walked back from their car; Becca and Lauren brushed their hands on their pants. To get the dead man goo off their hands, I'm sure.
Subs stared after the bright red car disappearing around a corner. "Is he...is he leaving?"
I nodded, and studied my shoelaces. You should too, once you get the chance. They're a fabulous invention. I find it interesting how they mysteriously become untied just because you drove a car. Fascinating, really. It--
"Socky. You let Otter leave." Anna growled.
I threw my arms up in defeat. "You guys have been treating Ben and me as if we're numbers. As if we're just pawns in a chess game. I saved your lives by killing that guy, by killing him!, and I think I deserve a little more appreciation."
There's only so much I can take before my mind snaps. Luckily, that happened only once before and it never happened again. Not even now. But if things kept going the way they were, I had a feeling my brain would just shatter.
Lauren gestured to the car. "We could use a driver," she offered, ruefully massaging her wrist.
I shot them a grin and jogged to the door. "Hold on to your pants, kiddies!" I shouted before starting the car. Okay, not as cool as a convertible, but it'll do. As I peeled out and swerved across the road trying to spin the tight wheel, I sighed and wondered where Ben had gone.
And now for the midget chapter, CHAPTER 13- Spoiler:
Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.
-Unknown
And another thing!
He's condescending! If I mention I don't know something, he laughs at me and explains it patronizingly, sugary-sweet. Makes me sick. Why do I tolerate him? Why am I friends with a guy who is clinically insane, has no life outside of his books and piano, and has such a negative outlook on love?
Not that I love him like that. Sickos.
I notice a shiny black car coming up behind me in my mirror. There are red lights flashing on the roof of the car, so he must be official.
I'm not paranoid like he is.
I pull over to the side of the rode and roll down my window. The man gets out of his car and flashes an FBI badge in my face. I just can't get a break.
"What's the problem, sir?" I ask brightly.
"Where's your license, son?"
"...I...I left it at home, sir...I was just going to go back to get it."
I forgot my license? I was an accomplice in burglary, I watched my best friend--why do I even bother?--get hit by a car, I was driven to New York, I found out some of my friends online were actually secret agents and exactly who they said they were, I watched said best friend hot-wire a car (although that was my plan) and kill a man with it, I got in a fight with my best friend, and now I was going to get in trouble for forgetting my license.
The man laughs and steps back. "Come on out of the car, son."
I'm not your son. I hold my tongue and get slowly out. Was this really happening? I was being arrested? I'd always been the good kid, the role model. The man turns me around and I feel cold, hard handcuffs clamp around my wrists. He leads me back to his car and opens the back seat. It's messy, but I dejectedly climb in, hands behind my back. Humiliating.
The officer opens his door and slides in his seat. He closes the door and I hear the click of the lock. He buckles his seatbelt and turns to me. "Now," his smile isn't friendly or warm. And with the officer's creepy smile giving me chills down my spine, I suddenly wish I had stayed with Dan back there, even if we had fought. I'd rather see his mad scientist grin than this arrogant smile the officer had.
He displayed a gun. I'm not sure what kind. Dan knows that kind of stuff. I stiffened and inched away from him. "What happened to your buddy?"
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:52 pm | |
| SOMUCHANGST
Wow.
xDD, That fight was intense...
Was it bad I was laughing through the entire thing? I can't even imagine you guys having a fight, that's why it was so crazy. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:14 pm | |
| XD Don't worry, I was actually giggling snickering while I wrote it. I asked Otter to tell me what my bad points were to him, but instead he told me what he liked about me.
Otter, you marshmallow. XP
Anyways...yeah, for a second I was worried if my mind was warped beyond belief, that I had created that scene.
Then I was like, "Why am I even asking myself that? The answer, of course, is yes." XD | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:51 pm | |
| SWEET TWO-STERS!
Epic. xD Dead man! | |
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| | Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Thu Jul 01, 2010 9:02 pm | |
| Okay, Chapter 14 was basically an excuse to brag about my knowledge of guns. XD Short, but fun to write. Hope you like? - Spoiler:
CHAPTER 14
The person lives most beautifully who does not reflect upon existence.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
The car GPS told me which way headquarters was, so it was an easy ride. I just had to go fast, but be law-abiding. Yes, there were limits when secret agents and a corpse shared the back of the car.
I pulled into the parking lot and found the familiar floor, parked the car in the nearest spot, and jumped out. I opened the backdoors for the gang, but when the dead guy tried to make a run for it, I closed the doors on him.
That was sarcasm, by the way. Dead people can't run. Are you stupid?
We all jogged to the elevator.
"One question, Sock," Subs said as we all filed in. "How did you get out?"
Everyone looked at me expectantly.
"Uh...well, I may or may not have stolen some keys..."
At this, my companions groaned and suddenly lost interest.
"No, it's pretty cool, actually. We jimmied the lock with the keys, then I frightened the guards off with photos of my dog Baskerville. You remember him--fierce, deadly, brown fur...Anyways, then we opened a door and we were free."
"You didn't take the elevator?" Lauren glanced over curiously.
"We couldn't remember the combo."
"Ah."
As the elevator sank several floors, I began to ruminate. How was it this had been going on--presumably, for years--and no one had noticed? A humble little role-playing site was the gathering place of secret agents, and yet no one knew about it. Ah, to be ignorant again. The mind staggers.
We stepped in and all chose our swivel chairs around the table. Lisa lady rushed in.
"The two others, they've--"
She saw me and stopped, exhaling slowly.
"I don't suppose you'd know where my car keys are?"
"I don't think you want 'em back."
"Fair enough. Any leads?" She turned to Rebecca.
"After MacGyver here ran down the man that killed Eric Lensherr? No." she returned dryly, shooting an accusing glare at me.
Lisa lady's eyes bugged out. "You ran over the rogue FBI agent?!" she shrieked, nearly dropping the papers she carried.
"For a given definition of 'ran over'." I shrugged, spinning in my chair. "I hit him, really, he got some air, he rolled down the hood of the car, and, uh, yeah. I guess you could say that."
She squeezed her eyes shut behind her glasses and moaned. I'm sure she was only moaning because she knew we had been in danger. She was just worried and upset with herself for letting us get into trouble.
Right?
"Where's your friend?" She snapped out of it. "Where'd he go?"
"Took off. He...we had a dispute on moral conduct, and he left."
"No, no, no. Do you know nothing about our objective here? Do you think if a man tried to kill you, tried to kill the agents...did you really think he would just leave him alone?"
"I'd hoped, sort of."
"Naive. So, so, naive." She rubbed her eyes and frowned. "We need to find him immediately. There's a good chance he's not in danger at the moment, but we are not taking chances. Anna?"
"Don't worry," Anna said smoothly, pulling out a laptop from under the table and turning it on. "They took a car from the garage, so it's been chipped." Everyone scooted their chairs over behind Anna, so I figured that's where I would go too. I rolled between Lisa lady and Subs to look. There was a sort of satellite map, with a bright red blip, like a target sign, blinking on a street.
"Stationary," Becca murmured with a grimace.
"Zoom in." Lisa lady commanded. Anna clicked a button several times, so far I could see the stitching on the leather seats. Everyone swallowed hard.
The car was empty, but the key was still turned in the ignition.
Lisa lady found a coat hanging beside the door and threw it on. "Get the coordinates. Now." she ordered firmly, tapping more numbers (as if there weren't enough codes in this place!) into a keypad. Instantly a seperate chamber opened up, like a secret passageway. All of the agents except Anna pushed away their chairs and entered the hallway, selecting weaponry from a closet. Becca and Jay both chose Glock pistols, while Subs grabbed an automatic rifle (a Colt, if I'm not mistaken). Lauren picked a sniper rifle for herself and a Beretta 92 pistol for Anna. Lisa lady grabbed some sort of battle rifle.
Dang, Lisa just took a level up in awesome.
That left me. I started for the closet, but Lisa stopped me with the barrel of the rifle. "I don't think so." she said icily.
"Wait," Jay said suddenly. "Let him."
"Yeah, let me!" I agreed.
Lisa glanced at the agents incredulously before relenting and letting me through.
Now, I take pride in knowing my guns. Which is why I described the guns the others took in such detail. It's what happens when you share a hereditary love for history with your dad. So I was picky on which gun I took. I needed something I knew I could handle, but wasn't useless and wimpy. It had to be easy to reload, and--oh, whatever. Who cares about that stuff? As soon as I saw an ancient Model 97 shotgun, I was in love. I chose it and cradled it like a baby. The others raised their eyebrows, but soon accepted my child and walked briskly back into the room. Lauren handed Anna her pistol as Anna pointed to the computer screen with her other hand.
"Good, bring the laptop with you." Lisa instructed, and slipped the battle rifle into her coat. Oddly enough, it didn't look out of place. One could hardly tell the woman had a piece of artillery at her fingertips.
She led the way into the elevator and we arrived in the garage. She froze.
"Since I don't have my keys, Mr. McGavok..." she began reluctantly. "I'm afraid I don't have a way to start my car." She gestured to a slick silver Sedan.
That was an alliteration, fools.
"Mr. McGavok, would you be interested in helping me start the engine?"
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