Episode 1 - Danger Rising
Not a sound. Those were the only instructions that Lieutenant Colonel Rogaine received before settling down in the briefing room. The hum of smooth jazz could be heard from the ceiling speakers, and it seemed out of place for the middle-aged commander.
This handful of men and women, gathered here in this very room, were the finest the Coalition had to offer. Rogaine almost felt like he was suffocating from a pressure that he didn't know existed.
The Coalition, as they called themselves, had undergone a massive effort to keep themselves hidden from common knowledge until the time was right. And now might just be that time.
Lieutenant Colonel Rogaine believed that the Coalition, an independent military organization, was a force for good. After all, their motto was Saving Gamindustri, something that was needed now more than ever.
With the CPUs abandoning the human world to fight one another in Celestia, things went downhill for everyone. Monster attacks, along with new, more dangerous breeds of monsters that were quickly named Abnormals, wreaked havoc on everything that humanity had worked so hard to build.
Livid stories of atrocious monster attacks spread across social media and by word of mouth like wildfire. Regenerating health and a terrifying mutilated appearance let them spread fear with ease. And what did the government do to stop these attacks?
They had the Guild. But was it enough?
Once a Guild member, Rogaine knew with firsthand experience that it wasn't enough. Killing one monster, saving one town, doing one small action wouldn't and couldn't change things as a whole. Despite the Guild's efforts, big changes had to be made to bring a lasting effect.
After discovering the Coalition by overhearing some men talk in a bar, Rogaine immediately left the Guild and joined their ranks.
And now that Rogaine was here, here to make a difference in society, he felt like he could finally get things done. Big things.
Almost a dozen other uniformed officers sat in rows, all facing the whiteboard at the end of the room. No one spoke. No one did anything but look down at their feet while alone with their thoughts.
Rogaine clasped his hands together, fingers interlocked. He had been waiting for... how long now? Half an hour? Fifteen minutes? Without a clock in the windowless bunker, time was an illusion.
Just before the silence led him to insanity, the only door into the room was pushed open, its metal body gliding across the floor as a man with a beret strode inside with the whiteboard as his destination.
Field Marshal Powell. He was a man whose limitless energy made him popular among those in High Command, a trait that would be impossible to guess when you saw his greying hair. In charge of the Lastation Division of the Coalition, the military theories and tactics he devised were leagues away from what was still practiced in Lastation's own military.
He was a genius. Someone that Lieutenant Colonel Rogaine looked up to akin to the Goddesses.
"I'll keep this brief." He swiftly addressed everyone in the room as equals, hands tucked behind his back in parade rest. Commander Rogaine pulled himself to the edge of his seat in anticipation, eyes trained on his superior with an attentive intensity.
"You've all heard those promises, promises made by those with power, day by day." Powell stood still, eyebrows furrowed. "They said that the CPUs would return. They said that the monster attacks would end. But every single day, I look outside. I look up and see nothing but a collapsing economy, inflation through the roof, jobless numbers growing and our rural lands ravaged by monsters. I look up and see the Basilicom of Planeptune. Lastation. Lowee, and Leanbox. You know what they see? They're looking down on us." He stepped to the left, exposing the board to everyone in the room.
"What do they see?" He asked the officers.
A Captain to Rogaine's left raised a fist and then stood up with his arms at parade rest. "They see what they want to see, sir." He called out confidently. "They see what the Yes Men tell them."
The Field Marshal shook his head to say no, but he was not disappointed. "Close."
The standing Captain sat back down.
Another man raised a fist, but Lieutenant Colonel Rogaine didn't recognize him. Once Powell nodded, he rose.
"They see nothing, sir."
That was the answer he wanted to hear. "Correct. They like to think that everything is perfect, that they are the good guys in this conflict. Just because in the past they served Goddesses doesn't give them the right to rule us without them. Not when the choking morass of bureaucracy gets nothing done."
The lights in the room suddenly flicked off, leaving everyone in the dark. Then the board lit up, shining a bright white light onto everyone's face.
"We fight an easily justifiable cause." The Field Marshall stressed. "When the ones at the top stop serving those at the bottom, things have to change. And now that our ultimatum has been ignored, most likely lost in a stack of papers and held calls," He muttered before returning to his typical bold voice alongside a fist raised with pure determination. "We must take action. For our homes. For Gamindustri."
Was this it? Was this the order?
Rogaine felt his heart pump faster and faster, his belly quivered like a running engine, and he couldn't help himself from running a hand through his short black hair.
It's been years of planning. Years of gathering numbers without revealing themselves. Years of training, years of inspiration, years of theorizing and years of suffering. Each year they waited, another village was overrun by monsters. Each year that they weren't ready was another few dozen lives lost and another branch of the Guild that was formed.
No more waiting. No more lives being lost without a purpose.
"Our ultimatum was simple." The leader proclaimed as a list of words and sentences appeared on screen, with the screen panning across each line. He pointed to the first line and continued speaking. "We wanted reform. We wanted security. We wanted to live our lives. And if we didn't get that, we would act." He cleared his throat.
"Our Lastation division has over twenty thousand men and women assembled and ready. You know this. Now they know this. And by calling us both bullshit and terrorists," He paused, looking Rogaine in the eye. "They've condemned themselves to what we have all been preparing for."
The board flicked onto a map of Northern Gamindustri. Planeptune in the west, Lastation in the East, and Lowee in the North. Leanbox was off the map, as the island continent was too far south.
"You are all to report to your company command posts and reach our preliminary objectives in accordance with Contingency Three in 48 hours." Field Marshal Powell ordered. "Do not forget what you are fighting for."
Contingency Three? Rogaine stifled a gasp as his heart sank to the bottom of his stomach like an anchor. Rogaine believed in what the Coalition stood for. He truly believed that Gamindustri needed to be saved, that things had to change without those CPUs and with the people.
Contingency plan One called for peaceful reform, or a peaceful transition of power. That was the best case scenario, one where the ultimatum had been accepted. It was the plan that he had been hoping for.
Contingency plan Two demanded that they deal a decapitating blow against Lastation's government, and then with a handful of military victories, use the situation as leverage to convince the other nations to surrender.
And there was Contingency Three.
That was the call to arms. The call for revolution, bloody and swift. By ruining one nation to its knees, they were to fight for the total capitulation of the rest of Gamindustri with its resources. They were to destroy what little was left and build upon the ashes of a world where the CPUs are assumed to never return. It required more than what they had, or would ever have.
It required sacrifice, it demanded the Coalition to fight the very people they wanted to save.
Rogaine bit his tongue to keep himself silent.
Orders were orders.
Gamindustri was going to have to change. If violence was going to be the catalyst, he might as well do it right. Limit casualties, just like he was taught. Fight right, fight smart and save as many lives as he could. He would try to win without war.
At least, that's what he hoped.
Lieutenant Colonel Rogaine stormed down the halls of the Coalition Command Bunker, briefcase in his left hand and sweat coating the balled palm of the other. He weaved through corridors, past doors and ignored people that waved to him, saying hello.
There was no time to waste. His job was the most important one of them all, and there was no time to waste. If he had two days to complete his goal, it had to get done by one.
His company was called the Jagged Edge, and for good reason.
Under his command, the Jagged Edge needed to deal the decisive blow that would secure this revolution. They were the one line that tread the line between the Coalition's swift victory and a long, bloody conflict.
His orders, as relayed in his preliminary plans, was to scour the border between Lastation and Lowee in a search and destroy mission. The target was the Cornucopia Military Academy. While neither its location or description was known, the CMA housed people who accepted the changing state of Gamindustri. They adapted to the advent of automatic weapons in war as opposed to the antiquated ways of close combat found effective against monsters.
While the rest of Gamindustri would be defeated quickly as their superiors refusing to accept new tactics and strategies, the CMA would certainly pose the biggest threat to their coup.
With proper access to resources and manpower, the tide of war could be evenly matched. And a slugfest was not something Gamindustri's first revolution would survive, not with monster attacks on the horizon and the CPUs, or maybe even the True Goddess, fated to arrive one day.
Lieutenant Colonel Rogaine couldn't afford to let the world turn without him.
The shrill cry of a monster reached a boy's ears as he dealt the final blow on the beast. Blood splattered across the ground as the monster crashed with an audible THUD. Not even a second afterwards, its body began to glow with a brilliant white light before exploding into many tiny white particles. This explosion of color was the fate of every monster, even the Abnormal ones, that fell in one way or another.
The monster's killer stood tall, staring down at where the monster had once lay. The killer then saw to turning to head out of the area he was in. The killer was a young preteen of 13 years of age. He was a lean built male of 5 foot 8, with gravity defying red hair like a certain copy ninja from a certain village, and light blue coloured eyes.
His attire was a black trench coat with a high collar with a red pulsating interior, a pair of black fingerless gloves on his hands, a grey polo shirt, a pair of grey coloured camo pants and black military boots. Strapped to his hips were a pair of black leather holsters, another one just below the back of his waist, and one last holster strapped diagonally across his back. On his forearms were a pair of grey wrist bracers, ones whose functions were potentially numerous for him.
Nico, Codename DEATHSTROKE, just finished another assignment for the Guild. It was one that involved slaying a notable monster that had been causing trouble for the local militia. It was an Abnormal, one called a 'Revenant', and it had been powerful. Powerful enough for Nico to resort to using THAT side of him, which shall not be named due to Nico having the power of fourth wall breaking and will likely spear the author and readers with his Plasma Claws to keep them quiet.
The problem with this assignment was that they didn't cover the specifics of the Revenant's abilities, this creature being a recently discovered Abnormal. Thus, Nico had gone into this mission by himself with practically no information about its abilities and behavioral patterns.
Fortunately, Nico was professional, and managed to study it while it feasted on the remains of another monster. This resulted in learning a little about it before laying traps to weaken it further. Finally, he had engaged it in direct combat, destroying it swiftly in thanks to his prior preparation weakening it.
All in a day's work for this Spec Ops Agent.
Now, he was returning to the town that had submitted the Quest, which was a small farming village located on the borders between Planeptune and Lastation. It was a fairly poor village, yet it had managed to set the necessary credits aside for the Quests.
Their dedication to having someone take care of the problem inspired the male when he had heard the story, which helped in his decision to take the job himself. Though, he did ask the client to not let word of his deed get out of the village.
Nico wanted to remain the lesser-known Spec Ops Agent that he was.
Nico returned to the village of Wanderer's Creek. It was a small town located next to a great river, one that ran alongside the town, connecting to a lake deep within the southern lands in Planeptune. Here he would turn his Quest in, then head back to the capital for some rest, probably to go to a hotel and stay the night. He had enough credits, enough for that as well as a restock of his supplies.
This made the 20th quest this week. He had been completing assignments nonstop and it was starting to wear him down. He hoped that by a few years time, he'd have trained his body to operate even after 50 Quests.
Nico never did say he was tardy or lazy, and in fact, that was far from the case. Records show that his work rate was 40% higher than any other agent. Well, any other Guild agent, though, there were various Spec Ops Agents he could name that had higher track records.
FLASH, QUICKSILVER, and several others.
Walking through the town, Nico's ears listened to the chatter that was coming from the local populace. It was in the middle of the afternoon, so people were abuzz on the streets, chatting away about what was going on in the world. So far, little seemed to have changed. Monsters still seem to be getting footholds everywhere, defences were falling and/or under siege by Abnormals, the works.
Sometimes, he has to wonder: is the Basilicom really doing what they can? Even with so many agents working their asses off and still they hadn't made much of an impact. Monsters were still getting stronger by the day, and more of humanity was being put at risk, even killed in brutal, grizzly manners.
Then there were the CPUs which were battling it out in Celestia right now for their precious Console War. Nico mentally scowled, keeping himself neutral as he trudged along the paths towards the mansion that the village chief resided in.
Those CPUs, why do they not see what they are doing is pathetically stupid? They were supposed to be the leaders of nations, not squabbling about like children in another plane of existence. Beings like them were not beings he could believe in, no, no sir. He didn't fight for the CPUs nor hope that they would return from their little spat in heaven. He fought for his own beliefs, his own ideals.
Every Spec Ops was similar in that regard, with few exceptions. They each fought for their own ideals; to protect or to destroy. Some fought for vengeance, some fought to satisfy their bloodlust, and some even fought just for the sake of fighting as it was all that they knew.
In his case, Nico felt that he fell into two categories: to protect someone important to him in the capital, and the last reason. For while protecting that person was important, he had long since realised that his calling was here, on the battlefield.
He fought because it was his nature. It was all he knew and it was how he thrived.
The chief's mansion didn't look like those posh, high-cost places that you would see in places like Lastation or Lowee. Hell, even Leanbox would have better architecture than this.
The mansion of the village chief was made of marble and wood, painted in the colours that reflected faith towards Lady Purple Heart. It looked to be well looked after, which should be expected given who lived here.
With a sigh, Nico walked to the door and pushed it open, swiftly making his way through the corridors and stairs till he had reached the chief's office. Before he could raise his hand and knock on the door, Nico heard sounds of voices inside, intense voices which indicated an argument had broken out.
Nico's eyes narrowed at this as he listened. The argument sounded heated, and no solid information was properly given.
Using his intuition, Nico managed to figure something out. Apparently, some new group was appearing and causing trouble along Lastation and Lowee's borders. It seemed that the chief wasn't worried since those borders weren't close to his village, but the other person seemed to disagree.
'Great, more political bullshit…'
The young Spec Ops Agent never liked politicians. They spend so long just blabbering on and never got anything done. He had heard there were some botched elections a couple years back, between two politicians vying to be promoted to Prime Minister, which was a role that was just below that of the Oracle.
Unfortunately, Planeptune's Oracle has been missing for some time. Centuries even, but it would be nearly impossible to select a new Oracle. The conditions that the previous Oracle stated for her successor to fulfil made it nearly impossible for a new Oracle to be chosen.
Thus, they needed a prime minister.
He couldn't remember their names, and Nico didn't bother trying to remember. To him, politicians weren't all that useful unless they were actually competent and got things done. Though, politicians like that were rare these days, most of them being stubborn old geezers who spent their time preaching about their freaking CPUs and how they would soon return, using bullshit excuses that citizens clung to like horny dogs.
These thoughts normally wouldn't be for a 13 year old kid, but as a Spec Ops Agent, seeing the things that those agents did and doing them himself forced the boy to grow up fast. He had seen much in his time as an agent, most of it things that he had wished he hadn't so he could have been innocently blissful for at least a while longer.
But he did what he did, and saw what he saw. He'd seen the darkness, and now it stared back at him throughout every second he spent in the living world, every step he took, every breath he made.
What was the old saying? 'He who endeavours to fight monsters should make sure to not become one, for if you stare too long into the abyss, it will stare back at you?'
Well, Nico did just that, and now he was a monster, a monster that ate away at other monsters.
His thoughts were disrupted when he heard footsteps nearing the doors. When he did, the preteen quickly sidestepped to avoid the door as it swung open, and one pudgy looking man with a bald head, a moustache, grey eyes and a formal suit, stepped out angrily.
He didn't notice Nico at all, which was something the boy was grateful for, as he stormed off to who knows where.
'Wait, I think I recognise that man… isn't he one of the councilmen for Planeptune's Government? Well, I'll be damned… Why the hell would one of them come to this backwater village? No matter, it is none of my business to pry.' Nico thought, shaking his head before deciding to finish it off for the day.
He then walked inside, the councilmen having left the door open to the Chief's office. The Office had detailed decorations with purple carpets, walls, ceilings and leather furniture. The chief, an elderly man with a long beard, sat behind his Desk with various pieces of paperwork to look over. He had his head balanced on one hand as he twirled his pen in the other, a troubled look on his face.
Hearing the sounds of footsteps, the man's irritation grew as he looked up with a scowl on his face. "I've just had about enough of your… oh, it's you." He began to shout in anger, only to realize that it wasn't the councilmen from before but Nico instead. A calmed, relieved sigh escaped his lips as he sat back down on his seat. "How did the mission go? Is the beast dead?"
"The beast will trouble you no more. It has been slain. Here is proof."
Nico raised his right arm and brought up the Quest Details on his Bracer. It activated a Holoscreen, which floated above the Bracer and held the Quest Details inside, where the Chief saw what looked like a green tick mark beside the Quest. That meant that the Revenant had truly been slain. Quests that have been completed have tick marks beside them, which meant they were ready to be turned in.
Seeing that the Quest was completed, the man gave another relieved sigh, this one much heavier than the last. "Oh, thank Lady Purple Heart." The Chief gushed, quickly making several hand motions. Nico looked as the Holoscreen changed to a horizontal one, with the words 'QUEST COMPLETE!' in the centre. Below were a list of rewards for his services, and after he checked them over, Nico saw that everything was settled.
"I was hoping for some good news at least by the end of the day, and you got things done much faster than I gave you credit for." The man mused, stroking his beard with his right hand as he gave him a nostalgic look. "I wish I had 10 more like you."
"Glad to be of service, sir." Nico responded promptly, his eyes blank, his gaze even. His hands were at his sides as he regarded the man. "If there is nothing else, I will be leaving now." he stated, to which he began to turn for the door once again. The Capital was waiting for him… as well as THAT person.
Nico mentally shuddered at the thought of what humiliation SHE might put him through next. He hadn't called HER for over a month, and whenever he didn't talk to HER for a long time SHE would always find some way to embarrass him.
There was only one other person who made visiting the Capital bearable, but he only communicated with her through phone calls or texts. Maybe he could see her one day in person, yeah, that would be nice. But for the time being, he had lots of work to do.
"Please wait! There's something I have to ask you!"
The sudden, desperate cry from the Chief made Nico stop walking mid-stride. He turned his head to face the man, who had stood up and was reaching out for him. "What is it you need?" Spec Ops Agents were required to show professionalism with their clients, and that was not going to change here.
"Um, I was wondering if you've heard the news, about what is happening at the borders between Lowee and Lastation." The Chief questioned him, making Nico raise a brow. Where was this man going with this?
While this was the first time he had heard of this, Nico thought that the man was so dismissive about the whole ordeal. Was he trying to hide something from the other Councilmen? If so, why?
So, when he shook his head to say he didn't know, the Chief calmed his breathing and sat down on his chair, letting his troubled expression reform on his face. "Well, I don't blame you, kid. We've requested your services multiple times, and thus you are very well-received by our people."
The man then paused, a heavy sigh of fatigue escaping his lips as he paused his activities. "We owe you a debt we may never repay, but to start, I should probably tell you about what's going on. I don't trust the Planeptune Government to do anything here."
"You see, there's rumours that this new Military organisation, calling themselves 'The Coalition' have finally started to become more active in their activities. The government will tell you that the chaos on the Lowee and Lastation border is just another monster attack. But I'm almost certain that it's them. In time, I have no doubt that all of Gamindustri will be under threat from this terrible group." He explained, his arms moving automatically to sort the documents on his desk.
… The Coalition, huh?
Well, Nico wouldn't lie and say he didn't see this coming. With the way the Basilicom and the Government were doing things, it was more strange that groups like them haven't risen earlier. Sooner or later, people were bound to get restless, hell people did get sick and tired of waiting on the CPUs all those years ago and thus, formed the Spec Ops Programme to help them fight the Abnormal monsters.
Still though, this did present a major concern for the public's safety. Innocent lives shouldn't be put at risk just because of a select few tardy individuals. If the borders between nations fell, it would create a chaotic atmosphere in both nations, which would incite monsters to push deeper into their territory. It would make their jobs as Spec Ops Agents a whole lot harder.
"I must admit, while I do worry for my people, I hope that things get better soon. We all need to be united so that our Lady doesn't have to worry about us." The Chief remarked, making Nico suppress the urge to frown at his near-blind devotion to the CPU Purple Heart.
Nico knew that the majority of people believed in the CPUs, as it was embedded into society to do so, but it still pissed him off to see people not take initiative of their own lives to be independent and worthwhile as human beings.
It was people like the Chief that made people form groups like the Coalition.
"Hooohh? Looks like things are getting interesting…"
A woman kneeled on top of a mountain, watching silently as patrol of Coalition soldiers make their way through the mountains, searching for something. Their search proved fruitless so far, but that mattered little to the one analyzing them.
The observer smirked, the thin sunlight above angled just enough to show dark, ominous lipstick smeared on her lips. Her hands, most notable for their odd purple hue, were also visible, gripping the ground below while she kneeled on one leg. She hadn't expected any sort of violence to happen between humans, not while her plans were incomplete.
She didn't expect humans to try thinking with their brains for once and take their fates into their own hands. That didn't mean she was displeased by it. On the contrary, the smirk on the womanly figure's face reflected just how excited she truly was about this.
"I didn't expect this, but this doesn't matter. I can still use this to my advantage."
"Gainsboro 1-1, this is Nickel, radio check, over."
Lieutenant Colonel Rogaine held up a handheld radio to his mouth. The interior of his Infantry Mobility Vehicle felt cramped to the man. Sitting in the shotgun seat with a tablet resting atop his knees, Rogaine was getting worried.
Over three hours have passed since the search order was given, and yet there was no trace of any academy anywhere. Did they pass it? Was it underground? Their information could be off.
But that wasn't the worst thing that could happen. The feeling that the facility might not even be here plagued him incandescently.
With no end to the endless plains of snow in sight, the element of surprise was slipping fast. Armored vehicles plowed through the hills, on and off roads, through or around trees, desperately searching for the slightest sign of a facility capable of training their enemy.
The Lieutenant Colonel gazed through the vehicle's reinforced windshield. Snowbank after snowbank breezed past the vehicle as the driver steadily held down on the gas. In the distance, the tall mountains of western Lastation glimmered in the cloud-filtered sunlight like towering titans.
The densely populated town of Clearton Point would be approaching on their right, but not for some time. But that wasn't the biggest thing that the Jagged Edge's leader had to watch out for. Since they were treading an international border, a military checkpoint wouldn't be out of place at a town like that.
They'd have to get through it in order to keep searching.
But what was worse was the lack of intelligence shrouding the entire Coalition offensive. Enemy troop numbers and their locations were spotty at best, and there was almost no information on which Lastation commanders led which combat groups, something that the Coalition's strategy was based on.
Luckily for Rogaine, this outpost was an exception to that rule.
Briefly reading off the Coalition database on his tablet, he noted several key facts.
This outpost's garrison was a company-sized combat group of around a hundred soldiers. They were well equipped and disciplined, but one of their most glaring weak points was their lack of experience. Not one battle or training exercise was boasted under their belt. That would prove to be their downfall, Rogaine thought.
But as he kept scrolling, he soon realized that this fight might be more of a challenge than he had originally thought. The commander of these soldiers might be more skilled than he imagined.
This garrison was Lid's personal guard.
Lid, a high ranking general within Lastation's armed forces, had a reputation for being organized and on alert. With a focus on defense and subterfuge, there was a possibility that she may already be prepared for an occasion like this. Traps surrounding the perimeter were almost a certainty.
Not only that, but her usage of a cardboard box to evade meetings led to her ascent in popularity, among other things that people admired. Something that would bolster her personal resilience would be her will to impress her following and not let them down.
Well, He thought to himself as he flicked off his tablet. We should be ready for anything.
Their ETA was fifteen minutes if Rogaine's math was right. GPS devices planted on each of the vehicles were experiencing technical issues at the moment, and because of that, navigation had to be done manually.
"Nickel," The handheld radio in Rogaine's hand crackled to life, the response coming clear. "This is Gainsboro 1-1, we read you five by five, over."
"Gainsboro 1-1, this is Nickel, roger, out."
Rogaine sighed, letting the device slide from his fingers and onto his lap. At least comms were good. The sky was deathly cloudy, and the threat of heavy snowfall was constantly at the back of the commander's mind. The forecast said nothing about snow, but the possibility was always there.
Inclement weather would instantly mean that this mission was a bust. Without the visibility needed to search, things would only go downhill.
"Nickel, this is Gainsboro 1-2, we have a visual on flashing lights coming from a raised structure at our bearing 060. Looks like a tower, over."
"Gainsboro 1-2, report your position to me."
Rogaine turned his attention to his tablet once more, this time flipping to a map of the surrounding area.
"Uhh… we're at grid 081921, parked beside a road. Gainsboro 1-1 and 1-3 are parked due north as well, over."
After searching for the coordinates and doing the math, Rogaine located both their position and the enemy facility. They must have arrived at the checkpoint before the rest of the combat group.
"Gainsboro, sit tight. Teams Silver and Cinderous should be to your direct south, right along the road as well. I'm sending orders to everyone's pads, brief yourself there. Get set to engage, and stick to my orders."
"Copy that. We'll be ready for anything. Out."
Rogaine placed down his radio. With a newfound determination, he hoisted his tablet onto the glove compartment of the car. The tactical map was displayed in front of him, awaiting his orders.
As he zoomed the map out further, exposing more of the terrain, the Coalition Commander's mind was abuzz with maneuvers, counters to counters, and much, much more. There was no such thing as too much preparation, not when so much was at stake.
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