Let me say that I am floored by the amount of attention The Hive has gotten in such a short period of time. It goes above and far beyond my expectations and I owe it all to you guys.

That said, behold Chapter Trois! Sorry for the delay, but this chapter isalmost twice the length of the previous one and as such took a bit longer to write.

No sexual content in this chapter. I was planning on doing something dirty, but it got too long (ehehe, penis jokes). Don't worry too much though, you guys are in for a lemony treat next chapter.

Anywho, hope you enjoy ;)


Chapter 3: Silis

As Naomi neared her destination, she slowed her pace down to a slow shuffle. If she had to guess, this part of the facility would be heavily guarded and she didn't want to make any unnecessary noise. As she passed by several grates, her suspicions were confirmed. A virtual horde of marines filled every room, watching monitors, looking over maps, or playing games with small rectangular cards. In one room she caught a glimpse naked humans bathing themselves. When Naomi saw this she quickly moved on, not wanting to get turned on again. It would only delay her mission.

Soon she reached her destination, a large grate in a heavily guarded part of the facility. In the halls nearby Naomi could feel the emotions of the humans, a muddled cloud of anxiety and boredom. That was good, since it meant that no one had noticed her presence yet. She turned her attention down to the grate below her. The vent was barely big enough for Naomi to squeeze through, but the grate seemed big enough. The problem arose when she saw what covered the grate, thick metal beams running across the length of the opening instead of the flimsy metal curtains that covered the other ones. She peered through the metal bars into a dimly lit room. It was roughly square shaped, the walls made of the same material the walls of her prison cell. Since the level of light had no effect on her sight, she saw row after row of neatly organized Xenomorph eggs. The eggs along the walls of the room were smaller and a dull green in color. As they approached the center of the room, the eggs got bigger and were a sleek black instead of green.

Naomi tugged at one of the bars, but it refused to budge. Trying again, she gripped the bars with all 4 of her arms and pulled with all her strength, but only succeeded in causing a slight groan to come from the metal. Without enough room to get proper leverage she couldn't just rip the beams out of place. In a different approach, she tried digging a hole around the grate, but that proved futile when she discovered that the bars extended underneath the vent as well. She hissed in annoyance, trying to think of a way to get around her conundrum.

Stumped, Naomi wiggled backwards out of the vent. Along the way she managed to slice the back of her left her forearm along a jagged piece of metal that one of her many spikes had torn loose. A hiss of pain escaped her mouth and she twisted her arm to get a better look at the laceration. It wasn't deep, but it was long and it hurt.

Just what I needed, Naomi thought grumpily. She watched her blood well out of the cut and run down her arm to splatter on the floor of the ventilation shaft. With a start, she jumped back as the floor of the vent began to sizzle and dissolve where her blood had made contact with it. She watched as her blood ate away at the metal until it had formed a smoking hole in the floor.

Why didn't I know that would happen? Naomi asked herself, It seems like something that I should have known. When she thought more about it, she didn't know very much about her own species. In fact, she seemed to know more about the humans than she did about her own kind. It felt as if she ought know everything about her own kind instinctively, but instead only knew things about the humans. She knew why they wore garments, why human females had larger chests than the males and why they called their warriors marines, but she hadn't the foggiest idea how her skin protected her so well, or what functions the tubes on her back served. The idea depressed Naomi. She knew more about the puny beings that had held her captive more than her own species.

Pushing that line of thought aside for the moment, she crawled back into the vent and positioned herself above the grate. Her arm had stopped bleeding in the time that it took to crawl back in, so she extended her inner mouth and bit down on her wound. Naomi let out a muffled screech of pain and rubbed her injury over the edged of the metal bars, coating them in a layer of her blood. Instantly the beams began to bubble and hiss as the acid in her blood ate its way through the metal. In a short time the beams were weakened considerably, which made it an easy matter for Naomi to rip them loose and toss them further down the vent. Even though she could have let the acid do all the work and let the beams fall down, she didn't want to risk letting the humans know she was here or risk damaging the eggs.

When all of the bars were removed, she squeezed herself down the hole and into the room. It was bigger than it looked from the vent, big enough for Naomi to stand upright and turn around with ease. As she looked around, she saw that all of the eggs were unprotected and bare. Strange, Naomi pondered, You would think that they would want to cover something so dangerous up. She shrugged her massive shoulders and went to work, grabbing the smaller eggs from the edge of the room, bringing them up into the vent one by one and carrying them a short distance away to a large intersection.

When she had a clean dozen hidden away, Naomi returned to the room and searched for the larger eggs in the middle of the room, further away from the vent. She didn't like it. It prevented her from making an easy escape, but she wanted at least one large egg for her plan. She searched around until she found an egg slightly bigger and darker in shade than the other ones. Just as she picked it up, a door silently opened at the side of the room, opposite the vent. Naomi froze, still clutching the egg.

Two marines walked into the room, both carrying large rifles strapped across their backs. Both were talking in loud voices to each other.

"It's so fucking stupid. How hard is it to find one giant ass Xeno?" said the first marine, who looked to be the younger of the two.

"You'd be surprised. If they don't wanna be found, you'd be damned to try and find one even with the whole facility on the lookout," the second one replied. He looked older and was more worn and scarred than the other marine.

"Hey man, what the hell," the younger one said looking down at an egg near his feet, "Why are all of the eggs out of their pods?"

"I dunno, but you'd better stand back. You don't wanna get caught by a facehugger." the scarred man said.

"No shit Sherlock."

The younger human took out a flashlight and shone it back and forth, methodically combing the room with the light. Naomi looked on in silence as his flashlight illuminated her massive form. The human screamed and dropped his flashlight.

"Holy shit! Swanson, go get reinforcements!" the older human barked.

The human called Swanson ran out of the room as fast as his pathetic little legs could carry him. The scarred human was much braver, taking his weapon off of his back, switching on the mounted flashlight and open firing on Naomi. Most of the bullets ricocheted of of her thick hide, but several managed to pierce her softened carapace on her injured arm. Hissing with pain, Naomi ran to the grate, squishing several of the eggs as she did. When she reached the grate, she grasped the egg tightly in her inner arms and hauled her massive frame up with her powerful outer arms.

She ran down the vent as fast as she could until she reached her small collection of eggs. As she placed the final egg with it's smaller counterparts, she surveyed the intersection with a more critical gaze. It was a large affair, with several dozen vents all converging into the room. It had enough room for herself and all of the hosts she needed to hatch the eggs. However, Naomi was clueless as to how she was going to restrain all of the hosts she needed. With a sound like a sigh, she lay down next to the stolen eggs and began to think.

I could bend the metal and wrap them up, Naomi thought to herself, No, the metal is too sharp, and they could bleed to death before any of the young ones could grow enough to escape their hosts. Perhaps I could knock them unconscious. But how could I keep them unconscious? What if one of them woke up and alerted the others?

As she pondered the issue of how to restrain the humans, she tasted something in her mouth. Naomi hissed, it tasted awful. It felt like her saliva was turning into an acrid goo. It didn't drip out of her mouth like normal, but instead accumulated just inside of her inner mouth. She rubbed her inner mouth along the wall of the vent, trying to get the horrid substance out of her mouth. As she did so, she left long streaks of a black substance smeared along the wall. Naomi looked on in fascination as it hardened into a tough but rubbery state.

Yet another thing I didn't know, she thought. Again, the fact that she knew so little about herself depressed her. However, her sadness was short lived as she realized the implications. It might be just the thing she needed. Straining herself, she tried to excrete more of the foul tasting substance from her mouth. If she concentrated hard enough on it, she found that she could create a constant flow of goo. Naomi practiced using her newfound ability by smearing it on one of the ducts in the intersection, weaving it across the vent and on to the opposite wall. Soon enough, she had completely blocked off the tunnel in a rubbery black veil. It bulged slightly under the pressure of the air trying to get through, but it held firm. Happy with the results, Naomi tested if it was possible to tear the stuff. She lashed out at it with her claws and it tore without almost no resistance. Naomi squirmed in delight, the black substance was perfect for the job. It occurred to Naomi that her ability to produce the black substance was probably built into her body with the specific purpose of capturing hosts.

Her arm twitched and Naomi let out a quiet screech. The bullets in her wound had long since dissolved, but the wound was still bleeding and it showed no sign of stopping. Out of curiosity, Naomi concentrated, then smeared some of the goo on her wounded arm. When the resin made contact with the injury, it dulled the pain and stopped the bleeding. Naomi let out a hiss of relief. This resin certainly is useful, she though while she inspected her arm.

Over the next several hours, Naomi went about the facility, capturing as many lone humans as she could. She grabbed them as they walked by vents or were alone in their small, private rooms. If they were strong and big enough, she bound them with resin and dragged them off to the intersection where the eggs were stored. There she bound them to the walls with more of the sticky resin. If the humans she captured were too weak, skinny or fat, she simply killed and devoured them. When her stomach was full, she entertained herself by leaving the mangled bodies for the humans to find, either hung from the ceiling or in contorted positions on the walls and floor. When she returned after capturing her thirteenth and last host, most of the other humans were awake and made lots of noise, shouting for help, screaming or weeping. At any rate, Naomi found their excessive amount of noise making annoying, so she bound her latest catch, then went over to the human making the most noise and covered his entire face with black goo. After she had left him for a few minutes she realized that he probably couldn't breathe. She hurried over and slashed the resin off, but it was too late and the human was dead. With a screech of disappointment, Naomi slashed the body off the wall and went around to the rest of the humans, only sealing their mouths so that they couldn't make noise but still get air.

Naomi wanted to go out and find another host to replace the one that had suffocated, but she also wanted to impregnate the soon to be hosts as soon as possible. Taking one of the twelve smaller eggs, Naomi walked over to one of the humans. Its eyes bulged and rolled in their sockets as she approached. She delicately cut off the resin around its mouth with one hand while holding up one finger on the opposite hand to her mouth like she had seen the scientists do when they wanted someone to be quiet. The human seemed to understand and it thankfully kept silent. Naomi placed the egg down in front of the human and watched patiently. It took about five minutes, but soon the top of the egg opened up and the facehugger inside leapt forwards and secured itself to the humans face. Over the next hour, she repeated the process until every one of the humans had a facehugger working away on them. Exhausted from the day's work, Naomi curled herself up on the floor but did not sleep. She still had too much work to do.

Over the following day, Naomi watched her twelve hosts intently. When the facehuggers detached from their victims faces and did, Naomi was there to rebind the human's mouths and make sure that they were still relatively healthy. She felt the humans' terror as the hours crept by, and eventually felt the small forming consciousnesses of the chestbursters growing inside of them. She could not speak to them, but she sent them feelings of comfort and the will to grow large and strong. When the time came, she encouraged the chestbursters to come out of their hosts, to come to their Queen. One by one, they all emerged from their hosts and began to search for food. Naomi thought their little wiggling forms were, for lack of a better phrase, cute. She spoke to them through as series of hisses and screeches, trying her best to imitate the human's language. Over the course of the day, the chestbursters devoured their hosts and molted until they had reached full size. They were an impressive lot, 5 warriors and 7 large drones, all male and not one of them was under 7 feet tall.

The sheer amount of masculine pheromones all of her surrogate children released made it difficult for Naomi to concentrate. It was also annoying when one of the warriors, clearly in the mood, snuck up behind her while she was resting and tried to mount her. She hissed in anger and smacked the amorous warrior away with her tail, then turned around and screeched in his face. Shrinking away from her anger, he retreated to the corner of the room furthest away from her. Despite her vicious outward appearance, the event had turned her on a great deal, her fluids starting to flow out of her slit and down her legs. She desperately wanted to relieve herself, but doing so now could provoke the others to follow the example of the warrior, so she just did her best to control her raging pheromones.

When she was sure that all she could keep herself under control, she called her adoptive children over to her side. They obediently lay down in front of her, waiting for her to speak. Listen my children, she told them, I have special plans for all of you. I want all of you to disperse yourselves amongst the tunnels and vent, making sure that your presence is not discovered. When I tell you so, strike at the humans, make them pay for imprisoning our kind. They all hissed in obedience, then all ran off in different directions through the ventilation system. They were natural born killers, and Naomi had faith that they would spread chaos throughout the facility when the time came. Naomi glanced over at the last remaining egg, standing still in the dark of the vent. It would be nice to have another Xenomorph running around the facility, but there was a whole room of them waiting for her. Leaving the last egg safely hidden, Naomi made the trek back to the room holding the remainder of the Xenomorph eggs. When she squeezed into the vent, she noticed that the grate had been re-covered by thick metal bars.

No matter, Naomi thought, It will be a simple enough matter to break the bars again. Naomi peered down into the room and let out a hiss of surprise. To her dismay, the room was not filled with Xenomorph eggs, but instead the room was completely empty. So the humans aren't completely stupid then, she grumbled. This was a major setback to her plans. Her original idea was to keep stealing eggs and using them to kill off the humans, but she hadn't anticipated the fact that she would run out of eggs. Although she had faith in the Xenos she had tasked with killing the humans, they wouldn't be able to survive forever.

There is the one last egg, but I shall have to be careful how I use it, Naomi told herself. Now to find an appropriate host. She debated signalling her surrogate children to attack to provide a distraction, but it would only be a waste at this point. Naomi began to roam the facility, looking for a host that would suit her needs, but she couldn't find one to her liking. She didn't know why she was being so picky. She could have easily grabbed one of the many brawny humans wandering around the facility, but none of them seemed the right choice. They all looked extremely dim-witted, even by human standards. Naomi thought back, trying to remember if any of the humans she had seen previously were worthy candidates. One human in particular stood out in her mind. The angry man from before who had helped direct her to the collection of eggs. She had seen him on several occasions before then, watching her with his calculating gaze through the transparent door of her cell. He was a large man, towering above his fellow humans, and if his authoritative manner was anything to go by, he was an important figure among the humans like she was in her small adoptive family of Xenomorphs.

Naomi made her way over to the room where she had last seen the angry human, but it was empty. Not for long, she thought. She opened her mouth and let out a resounding, high pitched screech. It was beyond the range of human hearing, but the various Xenomorphs waiting in the air ducts heard it clear as day. Silently, they all exited the ducts and began roaming the halls to fulfill their mission.


The whole facility was in uproar as Dr. Gavin ran down the halls towards his office. He swore under his breath as he shoved his way through a crowd of terrified lab technicians running down the hall he was trying to get down. There was no doubt in his mind that this was all Naomi's doing. Reports of Xenos running rampant through the halls were coming in from all corners of the facility. Numerous casualties had already been confirmed and no one was prepared for the attack. Gavin specifically requested that more guards be on duty and increase the military presence increased, but no one on the board took him seriously and now they were paying the price for it.

He reached his office and slammed the door shut. He swiftly moved to a cabinet behind his desk, still strewn with various papers and unlocked it with a key he pulled from his pocket. From the cabinet he pulled out a slim black device, with a speaker at one end and a panel with various buttons on it decorating the middle. Gavin hurried out of the room with the small device clutched in one hand and took off down the halls again. As he ran down the halls, he pressed a button and spoke into the machine, "D34-Y, Havard System, LV-109B. Bernard Biological Research Facility. Audio log 11276-13, Dr. H. Gavin, MD, pHd. Terran date, October 11, 2279. Time, three hundred hours. The worst is upon us. Naomi has found our collection of the other Xenomorph eggs, and is using them to impregnate more of the staff. This is particularly bad since we have such a large stash of them, 207 if our previous inventory check still holds. Several of my colleagues have been killed by Xenos or have been caught and impregnated by facehuggers."

Dr. Gavin was heaving by now, taking in huge gulps of air, but he kept speaking, "I fear that this will be my last day alive, so if anyone is listening, STAY AWAY! I repeat STAY AWAY! This facility, and possibly this planet is no longer safe. You will not be dealing with an average Xeno Queen, she is much more intelligent and cunning than anything you have seen before. I repeat one last time, STAY AWAY!"

Gavin hit the button again and stopped speaking, gasping to catch his breath, but he never stopped. He ran on and on, through various halls and doors until he came to a door marked "Communications" and pushed his way inside. The interior of the room was a virtual jungle of dangling wires, blinking machinery and paper documents strewn about as if at random. The floor was covered in discarded coffee cups, glasses and assorted lunches. It looked like it had been abandoned in hurry, and Gavin couldn't help but notice the red smears that marked the walls and floors. Pushing his way though the tangles of wires, he shuffled over to a radio that still looked operational. He took a headset lying on the table, put the mouthpiece over the speaker on the recorder and pressed a button marked transmit on a panel on the desk. He pressed another button on the black recorder and the past two weeks of his audio logs began to play, spilling out of the recorder and into the radio headset. Gavin listened in silence as he heard himself recall the events of the past weeks. It sounded so strange to hear his own voice dictate the events he had experienced, unable to relay the true horror of the situation.

A tremendous crashing, followed by a loud hiss came from the room behind Gavin. He froze, not moving a muscle. He heard more sounds coming from behind him. His mind screamed at him to move but his body was frozen in place, refusing to budge. He stood motionless as he felt a massive form creep up behind him. Slowly, forcing his body to move, he turned around and came face to face with Naomi. Her gigantic body was cramped into the room, tilting machines dangerously on their sides, filling every inch of the space available. Surprisingly, she did not immediately kill him as he suspected, but instead she stood there, watching him. Gavin's audio logs had long since stopped playing and the two stood in complete silence, staring at one another. Tentatively, not knowing quite what he was doing, Gavin reached out his arm and moved it slowly towards Naomi.


She didn't stop him as he reached out and touched her face. She was still observing him, judging him to see if he was suitable for her purposes. The human stroked her forehead and she started to purr. It was soft, warm, and it felt marvelous as it stroked all of the sensitive spots along her head and chin. The human must known a great deal about Xenomorphs to know all of these spots, Naomi thought. As the hand continued to rub her head, she felt herself getting warm and wet between her legs. Reaching behind herself she began to… Naomi jerked her head away from the human's hand and shook her head. Now was not the time or the place. She leaned forwards again, reaching with her all four of her hands to grasp the man.


Her hide felt different than he expected. It was tough, yet slightly flexible, and it was dry, not slimy like he had imagined. He stroked her in all the places he knew where the Xenos were sensitive, the corners of her outer jaw, her chin and the center of her forehead. As he petted her, she began to purr just like a cat, albeit a much larger and deadlier cat. It gave him a sense of peace, as if she were nothing more than a common housepet desperate for the attention of her master. All of a sudden, her purring stopped and she yanked her head away from his hand. Gavin didn't even react. Since the end had come an he was about to die, he had felt no fear, even when Naomi stretched out her arms and lifted him off the floor. Then when he was level with her drooling mouth, he caught a whiff of a sour odor. That's funny, he thought, That smells like Xeno resin…

Suddenly, the situation dawned on him. What if she wasn't going to kill him? What if she was going to take him away and use him as a host? He started to struggle, kicking his legs and squirming his body. It didn't do any good, Naomi only gripped him harder. He looked on in horror as she started binding him in the foul black substance, working her way from his neck down to his feet. Soon all that was left free was his face. He didn't bother to move as his mouth was sealed. His last image was of Naomi's face, leaning in close to his as his eyes were obscured.


Grasping the bound human in her inner arms, she squirmed and writhed her backwards out of the room. The door was far too small for her and she had to rip her way though the wall in order to get into the small room. There were also no vents in this part of the facility that she could fit through, so Naomi had to exit in another room a ways back and follow the human on foot. It was remarkably easy stalking the man. She waited for him at his room, but before she could climb out of the vent and grab him, he ran off. She followed him through the vents as best she could, using his panicking mind as a reference point until she couldn't go any further via the air ducts. It was still an easy to stalk the man though the halls, since he talked to himself most of the time he was running, though what about she had no idea, and couldn't hear her following close behind him.

During the time she was stalking the human around the facility, she felt all but one of her adopted children get killed by the other humans. She didn't like it, they were much less competent killers than she previously thought. Nevertheless, they had fulfilled their duty. Naomi retraced her steps until she reached the vent she was looking for, a large on in the storage room where she had seen the mating humans. It was convenient that the man had run past a location she could easily remember. She clambered up into the windy tunnel and ran as fast as she could back to the intersection. The remnants of the previous group of hosts still hung on the wall, just tiny bits of bone and flesh stuck to the wall with dried resin at that point.

Naomi stood to her full height towering at least 30 feet high and plastered her newest host to the only unused patch of wall high up on the intersection. With everything in order, Naomi slashed the coverings on the man's mouth, picked up the final egg from it's resting place on the floor and brought it up to the motionless man. Since he was suspended so high up, she had to hold the egg in place until the facehugger emerged. When it emerged from its resting place, Naomi noticed the facehugger, like the egg it came from, looked different from it's counterparts. For one it was quite a bit larger, and instead of being a dull yellow in color it was a dull black, turning red tinged on the tail and had a series of spines running down its back. It leapt forward and secured itself on the man's face. Naomi sat back down on the floor, wrapping her tail around herself and settled down to watch the man.

Over the course of the day Naomi watched the man on and off, sometimes paying attention and sometimes reflecting on the events since her birth. When the facehugger detached itself and died she didn't cover up his mouth like the other humans, instead she left him be, listening to his sounds of discomfort and pain as the day wore on. It gave her a kind of perverse pleasure to see the man writhe and squirm and to hear his moans of discomfort.

Naomi's mind drifted as she relaxed on the floor of the vent. Thoughts and images danced through her consciousness at random. She thought about her escape, her birth into the cold, uninviting cell that would become her prison, and the various experiments the humans would perform on her in that confined room. When she thought about it, that the humans hadn't been overly cruel or malicious towards her. They were simply curious about her behaviour and intelligence. She still felt a malevolence towards the insignificant creatures, they had still imprisoned her and most likely planned to kill her once she outlived her usefulness, but she could understand their curiosity.

When the man on the wall started to cry out in pain, she knew that the time had come. Like she did with the others, extended her consciousness towards the chestburster in the man's abdomen, sending feelings of comfort and reassurance. However, unlike its brethren this chestburster responded to her mental touch, and pushed back with its own mental probe. The touch shocked her, it was surprisingly strong and very masculine. It was also inquisitive, she could feel his curiosity coming off his mind in waves.

Now this is interesting, Naomi thought to herself. She had no idea that other members of her species were capable of having empathic abilities like her own. There is something special about this one.

Watching the human's chest keenly, Naomi used her empathic ability to encourage the chestburster to break free of his host and to come to her. The man let out a scream of agony as the chestburster started to eat its way out his chest, ripping his organs to shreds while his blood seeped through his garments. His face contorted in pain and he writhed, trying vainly to free himself. The man let out another cry of pain as the chestburster inside him began to ram his ribcage until with a final agonizing cry the small, smooth head of the chestburster emerged from the hole it had made in his chest.

Naomi reached forwards and took the small creature in her inner arms. She looked down at the small chestburster and even though he was coated in the blood of the human, she noticed that, much like the egg and facehugger, he was much darker and larger in appearance than any of his brothers.

Hello young one. I am Naomi. Naomi said to the chestburster, speaking to it with her mind instead of out loud. She wasn't quite sure how she did it, but it wasn't much different than feeling emotions.

No… noh… mi? it asked. Despite only recently being born, his language skills were remarkably well developed.

No child, Nai-oh-mi. She replied.

Naomi... he repeated. He purred and snuggled against her chest. Naomi felt the approval radiating off the little chestburster.

You are just adorable, Naomi told him. That made him press against her more and purr even louder. Gently, careful not to harm the little Xeno, Naomi laid down on the floor and placed the chestburster down on the floor. Instead of wandering about looking for food like she suspected, he slithered over to Naomi's resting head and rubbed against it. Naomi was surprised at how affectionate the new Xeno was. All of the others were concerned with finding a meal when they were born, but this one seemed perfectly content being in her presence.

You need a name young one, she told the chestburster.

Naomi? It asked.

Naomi chuckled. No young one, that is my name. You need a name all your own. The problem was, Naomi had not named anyone before and she had no idea what a proper name sounded like. She didn't name her previous batch of adopted children because she felt no real connection to them. They were not her real children and as a result held very little sway over her emotions. This little Xeno was different. For one he shared her ability to feel the emotions of others, and they could communicate in their minds which meant that he was far more unique and important than any of the others.

She thought of a variety of names, but most of them were random assortments of sounds that held little meaning. There was her name, but it didn't give her many ideas as to how to think of a name. Several others sounded like real names like Dyriis or Samantiis, but they were based off of human names she had heard. She wanted her name to be unique like the little Xeno snuggling against her head. Suddenly, as if dropped into her mind by an invisible hand, a name occurred to her.

How do you like the name Silis? she asked the chestburster.

Like! It replied, Silis like! Silis slithered around and on her crested head in excitement. Naomi chuckled at his antics. Taking him off her head, she stood up and took down the body of the human from the wall. She placed the body on the floor and Silis ran over to it and immediately began to eat ravenously, tearing at the face of the man who had once been his host.


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