Previously, on The Amazing Spider-Man: Team Up -

Spider-Man goes back into the sewers to retrieve the cross-species serum from Connors' makeshift lab. It turned out that OsCorp was still after the serum, and after a confrontation, Spider-Man manages to escape, though after being injured and his powers stripped off, by the effects of nanobots running in his blood stream. Soon after, Clint Barton finds him, and they both hurry to get out of the place, but find their paths blocked by people infected by the cross species virus.

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Quote- Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.

-George Washington

The Amazing Spider-Man: Team Up

Chapter 12

Unexpected Allies

Location- Underground

"Got any ideas?"

"No...but I remember many stories in which acting immobile and zombie like saved the hero's life. I take it that you understand the course I'm suggesting."

"No...hell no. I'll not walk with those things. And they're not zombies, Spidey. They're people. So your theory has a big chance to fail. I say we attack."

"I was in favor of attacking ten seconds ago if you remember, but not now."

By then the first man started to convulse on the ground, and the others were getting closer by the minute. Then suddenly a creepy feeling spread down his body. 'Don't look back...'

Suddenly a pair of hands came around his shoulders and grabbed his neck, and he almost fell back by the momentum shift in weight. Clint immediately came to his rescue, trying to pull off whoever had attacked him. But the thin fingers were resisting, and finally resorted to suffocating him to death. Clint slashed at the hands with a knife, and kicked the man to the floor, giving him a hand. He got up, breathing heavily and massaging his throat. He looked back, and before his eyes, the cuts Hawkeye had made healed on the bony hands.

"They're definitely changing!"

He couldn't ignore it. After running for the entire night, he had come close to death many times and escaped each time with a tiny element of luck on his side. But now he and Hawkeye were about to be overwhelmed, and they could do nothing about it. They stood, back to back, warding off attacks as they moved through the wall of workmen who were unlucky enough to catch the cross-species virus. Fortunately though, all the men were 'transforming' now(in a sense), which meant that they were unorganized and blank, attacking savagely. He wasn't sure whether he should be happy for the lack of organization, or scared by the feral attacks. Then, like the piercing silver lining of a cloud, they spotted a door. A door! To think as it was there all long and they were too dumb too notice it. They caught each others' eyes, reflective eye lenses to be exact for himself, and grinned simultaneously. "RUN!"

They sprinted towards the door, Hawkeye muttering, "Never thought I'd live to see a zombie apocalypse movie scene turn real."

He laughed and almost lost his balance when one of the 'changed people' tried to rugby tackle him into the ground. So he forced himself to run faster than he had ever ran, knowing fully well that his life depended on reaching the safety of that door. He felt tired and powerless, which meant that whatever concoction was on that knife was still active. They reached the door at the exact moment the transformation was complete. The workers snapped out of their stupor like someone had flicked on the switch in their brains, and attacked without preamble. He dived across the door, landing heavily on the floor. He was up on his feet in a flash as Clint stumbled through the door, and together they shut it, panting heavily. For added security, he webbed the edges of the door to the wall.

Then they sat , and he began to laugh. Clint joined him. They had escaped, and the tube containing the serum was safe in his pouch.

Location: SHIELD Central (3:21 AM)

"Didn't know you guys had pickup choppers..."

Clint shrugged and replied, "In cases of emergency. Otherwise we try hard not to attract too much attention."

They went through dark and quiet corridors, he was impressed...He had been here once, when SHIELD had sent an army to coerce him, but he had not noticed so much details. This time, he was returning from a mission.

'What am I thinking?! Mission...I don't work for them.'

Security cameras swiveled around, and many people in kevlar jumpsuits crossed their paths, and some eyed him suspiciously. He remained oblivious to the glares thrown at him behind his backs.

"Looks like you're already unpopular with SHIELD recruits."

"Really? Why?"

"They're jealous."

He stared back incredulously, their footsteps echoing across the corridors. "REALLY...why?"

"SHIELD training is one of the most rigorous one on the whole planet. Everyone here trained their asses off to get to this level. But only the best get a place in the Avengers. Earth's Mightiest Heroes. You were offered a place. They feel jealous because of that, let alone the fact that you are so young and still beat them."

"I didn't beat anybody, I don't work for SHIELD."

"People find reasons to justify their feelings, Spidey. Trust me, I know. I faced this earlier. A nobody, an exhibit at Tiboldt Circus, with no talent except the title of 'World's Greatest Marksman, rising up to a high position. I-"

"That's a great talent, and you've made it on your own, no super powers like me. Even I envy you."

Clint laughed, and replied, "Well, I'll take that as a compliment."

A door hissed open on his right side and out stepped another SHIELD agent. This time, it was a girl. The blonde looked abashed at being caught and her blue eyes had a calculating glint in them, even more pronounced when she saw him. He couldn't help feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny.

"Agent Morse, I must advise you to stay in your limits. You are already in too much trouble. Director already suspects you of being a spy, and you are not helping matters at all. Pleas-"

"You know my reasons, Agent Barton."

He noticed that the words of Clint were in a strained and nervous voice as he saw the air tensing between them. He awkwardly started, "Nice to meet you..." he trailed off when she again turned her sharp gaze at him. Clint muttered, "Please, Bobbi."

He looked at Clint, then the girl, and Clint again. He had no clue about this whole episode.

"I was a bio student at Georgia Tech. I left it. SHIELD enrolled me in their spy school. I was the top student of the batch. I am Bobbi Morse."

He blinked after the short introduction.

"Um, I am a freshman at college. SHIELD kidnapped me and forced me to join, but I refused. That's about it."

She smiled, and replied, "Then you might be good. Your mind is not narrow. And I am no two faced spy." She glared behind, and passed. He was sure he'd heard him mutter 'jerk' under her breath. Having no idea how to respond to his, he continued onto the way to SHIELD debriefing room along with Hawkeye.

"So...what's with you and...her?"

"I don't know."

"Oh-kay...?"

"Well it's no harm in telling you. She's breaking into our database for some time now, and Fury suspects her of being a spy. She doesn't trust the system of SHIELD, and is trying to find leaks here and there, corruption evidence etc."

"That's...enlightening. But I was not asking about that."

"Yeah...I already told you that I don't know."

They fell into silence as they reached their destination. Nick Fury was waiting for them, dressed in his usual black trench coat, his eye expectant.

"So, have you got it?"

"Geez...glad to know you are concerned for me, Director."

He got a half-hearted glare in return. "Take a seat, gentlemen. Please hand over the serum, kid."

"Please and 'hand over' don't work together, Director."

Fury rolled his eyes as he reached in his pouch and took out the innocent seeming green liquid that had caused so much trouble so far. The grim director scooped it up from his hands somewhat excitedly, and then swept his hand as if motioning someone to come in.

A man who could only be called a doctor stepped inside and made his way over to the pair of them. "Medical Attention for you two. Now please cooperate. Oh sorry, forgot to introduce myself. I am Dr. Ames."

He groaned and tried to refuse, but Clint gave him an encouraging nod. He yelped as the man clad in white sprayed something on his shoulder. He made a noise between outrage and shock, but the man sternly spoke, "It's just to numb your shoulder. Don't act like a baby. That shoulder looks bad...and I don't want you subject to any more pain."

He nodded gloomily. It was not like he had any choice. After a few, long, eternally long minutes, his shoulder was bandaged, and he was given a few painkillers. The slashes made at his chest were cleaned and disinfected thoroughly.

"I seriously advise rest for a week after this. Whatever bad is in your system will be flushed out by then, and your bruises will heal. If you let me remove that mask-"

"No. I won't, for a good reason." he said the last part throwing a glance at Fury, who didn't say anything. Besides, maybe a nasty bruise would adorn his face after all those punches and stomps.

'Aunt May...Oh God I've done it again. What will she say...!'

Meanwhile, another person was giving a quick check up to Clint. After they both were done, Fury stood up, with a file in his hands.

"The antidote will be researched soon. We can count on Dr. Connors and SHIELD team to get it right soon. Till then, I need you to see this as it concerns your suspicions about the Electro."

He took the file curiously and flicked through it. Frowning at the similarities between earlier mind control methods used(Chitauri incident included) and Electro's case, Lizard's...

"Reed Richards tracked the cosmic power signature."

He threw the file on the desk, thinking deeply.

"What? Didn't get a word?"

He snorted and replied, "No, the exact opposite of it. What worries me is that the graphs of the energy recorded earlier and the curves in case of Electro and Lizard are both cosmic in nature, but there is a marked difference.

Fury had assumed a suspicious and amazed expression and he retorted, "So what are you implying? That Reed Richards, the most intelligent man on Earth is currently on a wild goose chase?"

"No" he spoke quickly, looking pleadingly to Clint for help, who smirked and didn't say anything. "He is indeed tracking a source of cosmic energy. What I mean to say is, look at the peaks and troughs of the graphs of Loki, and whoever controlled our resident trouble makers. Then study those patterns in the outburst you recorded and sent FF to investigate. The heights in the graph are too low."

"You lost me there kid."

He sighed exasperatedly. "This means that whatever you guys are chasing is something different, not the villain we're...you're looking for. There cannot be a sudden change in the magnitude of power like this."

"If what you say is correct then I guess we should know soon. I am expecting a report from them tomorrow morning."

Location: Joshua Tree National Park, California (Approx 12 hours ago)

Susan Storm had just finished berating her idiotic brother who was searching for fun on the serious expedition. They were approximately 4 miles north of the Queen Mountain, and the sun was shining bright on the rocky terrain of the Thing, um, the desert.

"Remind me again why you guys wanted me along."

"Oh c'mon Ben, they love us and so want us along, despite us being no use in this." Johnny replied in a proud tone. Reed rolled his eyes and looked out of the SHIELD MK III Viking aircraft, and his eyes caught up with the huge crater that loomed below them. Others were as captivated as he was, and no one said anything, guessing the size of the crater.

Sue exclaimed, "Finally. After hours of Johnny asking 'Are we there yet' every five minutes, blissful silence at last."

Johnny pouted behind her, and muttered distractedly. "We should have brought the Fantasticar. Heck, even the Pogo cycle would have worked fine."

Ben chuckled and began to cough. "Yeah, so right you are pal."

A few minutes later, they landed and left on foot, leaving the SHIELD pilots onboard. Fury had given specific orders to keep the personnel on board, so that there was no risk of them being exposed to cosmic radiation. They had been told that last time something like this happened (Mjolnir), they had sent a huge number of recruits and scientists because there was no trace of radiation.

Johnny hopped ahead, bored out of his mind. He raced through the ragged terrain, pressing down the urge to just flame on and go there. The crater had a good mile wide radius.

He was the first one to reach a rising structure like a secondary crater, and on crossing its edge he gasped and stepped back in surprise.

"Johnny...JOHNNY what happened?"

He didn't say anything, and motioned for them to come and see. They caught up with him huffing and panting slightly, and directed their gaze downwards. Smoke still curled off the humanoid figure, and Reed hesitantly got nearer. The ignorant three of them gasped dramatically, as the face of the being shone, clear in the sunlight.

Silver eyes flashed open, taking in the environment around, and Susan was the first to speak, "Norrin?!"

The Silver Surfer was alive, and back on Earth.

Location: SHIELD Central

Spider-Man waited in the room as Clint excused himself and Nick Fury offered him a position again, and went back to scaring him, then a threat of spying; in short, not unusual at all.

"The lizard-men problem is getting out of hand, Spider-Man. Now we don't know who is infected and who is not. There have been random outbursts of violence from infected people in public, and many people are in hospitals. We've set up quarantine facilities in affected areas, and released a statement from the NYPD to take mood swings, spacing out, unbroken stupor seriously and come for treatment right away."

He quietly nodded.

"The citizens are demanding answers. We've got angry civilians protesting outside UN headquarters, Brooklyn Bridge City Hall, and that's the larger gatherings. W- ah, the agents have arrived from China."

He turned in his seat. Two agents in casual attire stepped into the room. They both were probably in their early twenties, and it was a treat for his eyes, gazing upon T-shirts that said 'I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person' in the base of spy organization run by a director wearing trench coats.

Fury barked, "About time, you two. Stark blasted off to China without a thought. Fill us up on the Mandarin."

The first one grinned, "Chillax dude." He added "sir" hastily when Fury's eyes hardened and his face morphed into a no-nonsense outlook. The other one simply looked bored at his partner's antics.

"Spider-Man, meet Agent Aerodart, and Nitrozephyr."

"Who gives these sort of names?"

The animated agent on the left was of Indian origin, having a serious air around himself but with brown eyes betraying humor by a steady glint. The second agent, 'Nitrozephyr' had sharp black eyes that took in his every single feature curiously.

Fury continued hastily, "Onto business, gentlemen. These are level 3 agents, kid, the rank of field agents, but the best pair we've got. Barton, is a Level 10."

He nodded briskly, not at all understanding the administrative division of SHIELD and asked, "Pair? They're not collectibles! They work for you."

Aerodart chuckled and replied, "We're individuals, but thanks for your concern, Spidey. By pair our esteemed director means that many times agents work in pairs, with the best mutual understanding. Like Hawkeye and Black Widow." Clint made a non-committal sound in the chair besides him, Fury coughed slightly, and they fell silent again.

"Nice to meet you, Spider-Man. Heard a lot about you. The name is Vishal Sharma. You can call me Vish, or...Aerodart."

"Your codename means a steel arrow?"

"Does it? Ask him. He was responsible." he pointed all his fingers in the direction of a certain director. His partner came forward, restless black eyes still appraising him with a calculating look. He offered his hand, "Ryan Gabriel. Nice to meet you, and I look forward to working with you."

"Working with you? I neither work here, nor plan to do so in future."

Vish said seriously, "We're all allies against the dark forces, Spidey."

Spider-Man sighed, wondering how he'd gotten himself involved with SHIELD. Meanwhile, Fury produced another file, loudly interrupting the introduction. "First things first. The Mandarin."

Ryan began to speak, "The Mandarin, whose real name we don't know, is a genius, adept at wielding swords and is a martial arts expert. His past is shrouded in mystery, and the only thing we know is that he built his empire using family wealth. Rumors are that he managed to get his hands on extraterrestrial technology, and his goal is to conquer China first, and then head for world domination. There has been a significant rise in terrorist activity for the past few months. We believe, that he is making his move. Only last week Vish got his hands on a potential ally, who jabbered something about the Makluan and the ten mighty rings."

He asked, "Why is Tony so eager to get involved?"

Nick Fury sighed, and replied, "Because the Mandarin was the person responsible for Tony's whole predicament. He was the patron to a Sin-cong revolutionary Wong Chu, who abducted Ho Yinsen and Tony Stark. Yinsen and Stark made the first Iron Man armor, and the former sacrificed his life to buy Tony extra time. Stark escaped with the help of the armor. He had a lot of respect for the man and his works. Add to it the fact that the Mandarin is currently stealing and pirating Stark tech for his dirty, and you can imagine Stark's anger and desire for revenge."

He stood up suddenly, realizing that Fury was trying to get his trust by sharing SHIELD's current interests with him. He would not allow himself to be manipulated so easily. He smoothly said, "If you don't mind, I need to go back. It's almost four in the morning."

"Of course. I shall arrange a flying car for you. Sorry for getting carried away, our first priority is the lizard-men problem. Be careful, as anyone; anyone you know, could be infected around you. You know the symptoms accurately. I hope that this reptilian nightmare comes to an end with the development of the antidote."

Location: Baxter Building

Reed Richards was pacing nervously in the hall. Johnny and Ben were watching his every move from the couches. They had convinced the pilot, a SHIELD agent named Kelso to take them back to Baxter Building, instead of SHIELD Central, and had told him to inform Fury about the...circumstances. Truthfully, he didn't want SHIELD to capture the Silver Surfer with the pathetic, but arguable reason of him being involved in the Galactus escapade. Not to mention that they had tracked him down as an extraterrestrial threat to Earth, using mind control on supervillains...

The Surfer had not spoken since being taken, and they'd laid him on a monitoring desk. It felt really weird, diagnosing a cosmic being, but he did his best. The energy levels around him were really low, in bright contrast to the first time the had encountered him. After much coaxing, Sue had agreed to go and get him to talk. He had argued with her that the Surfer was most likely to talk to her, which was a 100% probable outcome based on their past experiences.

Five minutes later, Sue came out and everyone stood up expectantly. She shook her head in the negative. Johnny groaned and Reed asked, "Anything? Anything at all?"

She took a deep breath, and said, "Yes, he said your name. Then turned his head away and refused to speak anything."

"My name?" He muttered distractedly. 'What does he need me for?'

He clapped his hands together and said, "Okay if that's what he wants, I'll go meet him." It was funny seeing others' reactions on his declaration.

"Norrin Radd, Susan told me that you wish to speak to me?"

The Silver Surfer turned his head at his sound, and his ancient gaze pierced into him. Both refused to break eye contact, Reed because of determination and the Surfer, well...he had no clue. Then he spoke.

"Before you start your inquiries, I will not answer questions about me being alive., because I don't know the answer myself."

He raised an eyebrow, and replied, "I didn't come here to ask that. You're alive, that's great news. We want to know about you re-entering Earth's atmosphere."

"The Devourer of Worlds has exiled me on Earth, as a punishment for daring to oppose. I cannot leave the exosphere of your planet, and in my latest attempt I weakened myself too much. I crashed, hurtling through your planet's air again, wondering if this is the end. I wanted to go back to check on my people, because...Galactus doesn't allow opposition. I'm sure that he'll attack my planet with a vengeance. I don't know if he has already destroyed it."

With that he shut off his eyes, and Reed felt a little sorry for the guy. He tried to say something, but he had no clue how to comfort the powerful astronomer from Zenn-La.

"How can we help you?"

"I'm beyond help, Reed Richards. I'm stuck on your planet by an invisible barrier, and even my board can't get through it, despite having absorbed the Power Cosmic."

"Then why did you wish to speak to me?" he asked with a little irritation.

"Because a new threat looms over your world...an enemy that has intentions to gain absolute power in the universe...the Avatar of Death."

Reed had a bad feeling that this was the enemy they were looking for, and he asked, his voice turned to a whisper, "Who is it?"

"Thanos, the Titanian Eternal. A strong mutant that became so obsessed with death that he killed off millions of his own race."

Reed assumed a revolted expression, and said, "Are you sure? What does he want here?"

"Power, what else...he wants to have unlimited power, and wished to impress the manifestation of Death."

"So you mean to say that he is a crazy alien who wants to kill everyone to flirt with a cosmo-mystical manifestation of Death...seriously?"

"I don't jest, Reed Richards. He's not just any cosmic being, the threat lies in the fact that he will do everything to achieve his goal. It was Thanos who was slightly behind the Chitauri invasion on Earth. He wanted the Tesseract then."

"But Fury said it's on Asgard...what does he want here?"

"Power. There are far greater things than Cosmic Cube, Reed. Thanos intends to use the Soul Gems..."

"The what?"

"Six immensely powerful gems, created by the Elders of the Universe. The gems were lost in an earlier battle, and Thanos attacked the Elders to gain them. But by the intervention of the Tesseract, the gems are currently somewhere on Earth."

"When you say power..."

"Six gems, with unique powers. Soul, Mind, Reality, Time , Space and Power. Prepare yourself for another battle, Reed Richards, and alert your fellow human beings. This time it won't be so easy."

The Silver Surfer let out a sigh and fell silent again, and Reed knew that he was dismissed, non-verbally. He left, eyeing the Surfer curiously.

Location: Parker Residence (6:00 AM)

Peter couldn't sleep after coming back from the SHIELD Central. He tossed and turned in his bed, or stared at the ceiling. But he couldn't take his mind off the dangers that lurked outside the door. He got up drowsily when his attempts to sleep failed and went down the stairs, taking in the fresh morning air.

Aunt May was in the kitchen, and greeted him with her usual smile and a warm hug. Luckily for him his face was still in one piece. He paced tonelessly around the house, guessing the progress of the cure. Fury's last bombshell to him was that the serum compound had spread rapidly through the air, and thousands were supposedly infected, but they could do nothing until the symptoms showed up or someone came for a check up. All recognized hospitals were provided with details of the compound and doctors were advised to look for that in the blood stream.

spider-sense

He froze, darting his gaze around the house. He could see no threat, but his spider sense was nudging him slightly. His powers had started to come back in the SHIELD base, but he'd kept his mouth shut, and was grateful that Clint didn't say anything about that to Fury. Maybe he could trust the guy.

He moved non-nonchalantly to the front door, not giving any hint to Aunt May that something was wrong. She was speaking animatedly, "I went to meet the Watsons today. Anna is a great company, and her daughter Mary Jane is a polite young lady. She-"

He couldn't tell her to stay silent; he moved the curtains away, peering outside through the spotless glass. The street was silent, except for the lone figure that stood approximately fifty yards from their house. He squinted his eyes hard, and recognized the man as Mr. Walters who lived a couple of houses away. He had no clue why he was sensing danger from a harmless middle-aged man.

Then he realized the problem. His neighbor was moving with the same lethargic, absent minded pace that he had seen the workers inside the filtration plant move. His brain began to scream 'INFECTED' but he didn't know what to do. He couldn't just go out there and assault a man. He had to wait for something to happen.

Peter saw the man come nearer and nearer. He was slowly panicking. Why was the man coming to their house...did he somehow sense his 'condition'...His heart began to beat a little faster. If the infected man came here he couldn't fight and defend Aunt May at the same time. Frustratingly enough, he could not go out and fight before it turned ugly. Aunt May was still speaking, oblivious to the danger.

He took out his mobile, and proceeded to call 911. He just told them that there was a 'changed' man outside their home, and by then Aunt May noticed him staring outside non-stop for a couple of minutes.

"What happened, Peter?"

He jumped, and took a few deep breaths. He wanted to send her back to her room, but didn't want to lie. So he said, "Mr. Walters outside. Infected."

She clapped a hand to her mouth in horror and squeaked, "What are you saying? Infected, like those news warnings?"

He nodded mutely. She said, "Are you sure? How can you be so sure?"

"All the symptoms as mentioned by the authorities. I'm pretty sure. You go back to the room. I have called the emergency services and they should be here soo-"

WHAM

He turned slowly, his fear coming to haunt him like in a novel. He was in a difficult situation with his loved ones, yet again. The man had slammed his fists on the door, and bared his teeth. The back of his neck was tingling earnestly now...

With an unreadable look on his face, yet one that sent shivers down his spine, the man punched the door again. They only had a layer of glass separating them from the rampaging attacker. Peter said, "Get back in your room, now!"

Before she could protest, the glass shattered into a million pieces and the man stepped inside the house like a drunkard. Peter guessed that it was the last phase of transformation, and after that the human mind was completely over-ridden. He braced himself for another fight.

With a loud hiss, the man suddenly stumbled forward and dropped face first on the floor. His eyes went from a limp form on the ground to the panting form of Vish standing in the doorway.

All his shock about the lizard-men went away as soon as he saw the agent on his front door. His mind created many scenarios, from SHIELD finding our his secret to Agent Vishal being a psychic, but he remained motionless. Behind him, Aunt May collapsed into a chair, clutching her heaving chest.

He wanted to yell something about people not minding their own business but he calmed himself down. He realized that he had to play this cleverly.

"Who are you?!" he asked in a shocked voice.

Vish seemed relieved by the fact that he'd been there on time. He suddenly grabbed him and said loudly, "C'mon Peter, we need to talk."

They stepped outside, and Peter noticed that Vish was not in a kevlar jumpsuit, but his t-shirt from earlier. He spoke seriously, "Listen, Peter Parker. As far as you are concerned I'm a police officer stationed here as this is a potentially dangerous area with respect to lizard-men concentration. You will tell me anything you know, right now."

'Way to go subtle,' he thought. A weight was lifted off his shoulder as he realized that Fury hadn't uncovered his identity. But he panicked when he was reminded that Fury suspected Peter Parker. What other reason did he have to send a field agent there...He needed to be more careful now; maybe stop taking new photos of himself and send JJJ the old ones.

Location: SHIELD Helicarrier

"Sir, Peter Parker's house was assaulted by an infected man today."

"Interesting," Fury muttered. "Interesting...Keep an eye out on him, Sharma."

"Yes, sir."

End of Chapter-12

(A/N): Not too much action in this chapter, but it's a crucial one. The plot thickens now, and SHIELD finally raising their efforts. Don't get angry for making the OCs. I needed someone...and I kind of find other SHIELD agents lame. Also, I don't like the approach of many fanfics with SHIELD sending Black Widow or Hawkeye. They're Level 10 agents...Fury wouldn't send them for small jobs. If they realize his identity then I've no problems, but other than that...

Did you like the debut of Mockingbird? The Silver Surfer is back with a warning...Tell me what you thought of this chapter. Until next time, then.

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