# 5
By Brian Campo ( bcampo@hotmail.com )
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Sansker and all Spawn related characters are owned by Todd McFarlane productions and I do not contest that ownership. This story is in no way official, and should be taken as seriously as kids playing Spawn in their backyards. Please, do not sue me, I am hardly worth it :)
Warning: This story contains harsh language and EXTREMELY graphic violence. If you are easily offended, or think your mom might drop a load of hurt on you for reading this, don't. Consider yourself warned.
-A change of heart part three
Hong Kong- "Oh!" exclaimed Henry Wilson, and he clutched at his cramping belly. "Damn this town!" he muttered under his breath. You couldn't get a meal here that didn't turn your bowels to water. There ought to be warnings on every menu in the city. Warning! This food will be flooding out your ass in a torrent within the hour. Eat at your own risk!
He looked around the restaurant, found the rest room sign and then got up from his table. People watched him with amused expressions on their faces as he waddled to the men's room door and pushed his way through it. Thankfully, it was empty, so he wouldn't have an audience for what he was about to do. He shuffled quickly into the last stall and closed the door behind him. He cursed Murphy and his fucking laws when he saw that the dispenser for toilet seat covers was empty. On top of every thing else, he would probably catch a case of something funky from the toilet. His stomach gurgled threateningly, and reminded him that he didn't have time to dilly dally. He dropped trouser and sat down on the stool.
"I could be rich." he thought as he relieved himself. If this feeling of relief could somehow be bottled and sold, he would be a rich man. People would come from miles around to get a taste of what he was feeling-
Shouts from the restaurant stopped his idle mental chatter. He sat straight up, listening intently. A woman screamed, shrill and terrified. Henry's sphincter tightened and his ears strained to hear what was going on. He heard muffled voices that were getting louder as they were coming his way.
The door to the bathroom opened, and the shouting from the restaurant grew louder still. "Oh, shaddup!" he heard a voice say right outside the door. We're only going to be in here a minute. Shaddup or I'll tear yer goddamn heads off! C'mon, Van."
There was a loud scraping sound, like something very heavy was being dragged across the floor. He could hear a moaning sound. Had somebody had to much to drink, Henry wondered. That would explain the shouts and screams. Maybe the guy had started puking out in the restaurant. Hell, the food alone could have caused that.
"It smells like somebody died in here." said the voice. The door to the stall next to Henry squeaked as it was opened. "Kinda makes me hungry."
"I don't feel so good, Vi." said the voice that Henry recognized as the moaner.
"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't be such a dick all the time, bro. It makes people want to do shit like this to you."
"It hurts." moaned the second voice.
"Aw, quit yer whinin'. I'm sick of hearing it. "It's hurts, Vi!" "Why are people so mean to me, Vi?" Waa, waa, waa! I'm of half a mind to leave the thing in there. Shaddup, and let's get this over with."
"Ok, Vi. I just don't think I'm going to be able to puke it up."
Henry heard an evil little laugh that chilled him to the bone. "Oh, it ain't comin' out that end."
A pain filled bellow filled the bathroom, and the something heavy slammed into the stall wall. The evil laughter continued, accompanied by the sounds of wet meat and crunching bones. The stall wall banged again, and dented inward. This guy must be as big as a horse, thought Henry, as he listened to what was happening in the next stall.
"Almost out, Van." said the first voice. Porcelain shattered, and bloody water splashed under the stall onto Henry's feet. He lifted his legs, trying to avoid the mess. "There, that did it. Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"
The other voice groaned.
"You know what the problem here is? You don't want to be happy. You have to be in a pissy mood all the time so you're not satisfied 'til everyone around you is in a pissy mood. Well, hell with that, bro, I'm not going to let you ruin my other wise perfect evening. Turn back into a human and come with me. If you can keep from bitching, or whining about hemorrhoids, I'll buy you a drink."
A second later, "Ok, let's go. By the way, do you got any money on you?"
The door to the men's room opened and closed. Henry was left alone once again. He put his feet down on the floor and wiped with shaking hands. He stepped out of the stall a few second later, buttoning and zipping up. The door to the next stall was open, revealing the damage. There was blood splattered across the back wall and the floor. Greenish slime dripped from the toilet paper dispenser. On top of the broken pieces of the toilet bowl sat a large combination safe. It too was covered in blood and green slime.
Inside the safe, Henry heard something move.
"Hello?" he heard a squeaky little voice say. "Is there anybody out there?"
What was with this town? he wondered.
The South Pacific- "Sure, I'll hold." said Sansker. "Just tell him that it's Jean St. Claire calling."
He waited for a minute with the cell phone held to his ear, and then the phone was picked up on the other end. "Hey, John, this is Jacob. Glad to hear you're still among the living."
"Thanks, Jacob. I was just calling to check in and see how the transfers went."
"It went well. We got eighty percent of your holdings switched over to the Gene Carsen identity, and we've got your eye scans and thumbprints switched over to Carsen, too. You should be able to walk into a bank and make a withdrawal without any problems. How are you guys holding up?"
Sansker looked around the cabin of the transport, at Carl in the pilot chair, and Mark sitting in the back. "We're doing fine. We're down to three now, just me, Carl, and Mark."
"How's the kid doing with all this?"
"He's still a little shell shocked, but I think he's going to pull through." Sansker was watching Mark, who was staring absent mindedly out the window. "He didn't freeze up when everything got hairy, so I'm proud of him."
"So do you want to hear the damages from your little fiasco with Persephone?"
"Is it going to ruin my day?"
"Compared to the day you've had so far, it's not all that bad. Twenty-three million in property damage and one hundred and fifteen dead."
John cocked his head to the left and did the math in his head. It didn't come out right. "How did you come up with so many dead? I only got fifty or sixty."
"You don't know about the Moscow and Sydney offices, do you? They were both hit the same way."
"When did this happen?"
"Same day as the Washington attack. She got around, didn't she?"
"Yeah, a little too much." It was starting to look more and more like Persephone had an accomplice. "Let me know if you turn up anything that might indicate someone else did any of those jobs, ok?"
"Sure thing, John. By the way, I got a phone call from some guy named Violator. He was asking for Twinkies?"
John chuckled at that and explained it to Jacob. "Do me a favor and check up on that factory, will you?"
"Sure, John. I'll look into it. Anything else?"
Carl tapped John's knee and then tapped the screen to the Global Satellite Positioning System. It showed that they were coming in on the southern California coast
"No, you're doing great, Jake. You can expect a nice big present from Santa this christmas. I gotta get off of here, I'll call you when I get a chance, ok?"
"Sure, anytime. Bye, John."
Sansker clicked off the phone and sat forward to look out the cockpit window. The Pacific blurred past below them, softly lit by the setting sun. On the horizon in front of them, the sky was darkening with the coming dusk. When they crossed the shoreline, Carl turned the craft southeast. In another hour, they were moving through southern texas and closing fast on the mexican border.
Suddenly, all three of them felt a violent shudder and a sense of nausea. A second later, and it was gone. Mark was the only one of the three who looked truly shook up. He was clutching his belly and looked like he might throw up.
"That would be the Rio Grande." said John. Running water had an averse effect on vampires. Crossing it could make them freeze up or pass out. Isabella had once told Sansker that in the beginning it was God's way of keeping vampires out of Eden, since it was surrounded by four rivers. What ever the reason, he could never get used to that feeling when he crossed a river.
Below them, the plains of the southwest had turned to the jungles that covered Mexico. The way the world kept changing around him never ceased to amaze John "You know," he said. "the last time I was here this was all desert."
"When was that?" asked Carl.
"1879" said John after a moment's thought. "I was a gunslinger back then, went by the name of Johnny Midnight, on account of I called all my draws at midnight. " He laughed, remembering something. "I tell you, nothing pisses off a texas gunslinger like having to wait until midnight to gunfight somebody and then find out the guy has a french accent to boot.
Anyway, back in those days, a lot of fellows were selling off their souls to a devil to be the fastest gun, and I was doing some collecting type work for the devil. I chased a man named Mad Dog Kennedy down here into old Mexico and cornered him at a bar called El Casa Del Diablo."
"Sounds like a nice place." said Carl. Carl looked at the radar for a moment, and his brow creased. He looked back up out the window.
"Oh, it was a real shit hole. It was a whorehouse plain and simple, it made no pretenses to being anything classy like a bordello. Puke stained sawdust all over the floor, a bucket to piss in right at the end of the bar, cock roaches steered clear of that place."
Carl's eyes were back on the radar, watching a large white dot on the screen.
"Kennedy was fast it turned out," continued John. " for a human anyway. He was only carrying lead bullets though, so all the speed in the world couldn't have saved him. I filled him full of holes and sent his soul back to it's rightful owner via the Pale Rider Express."
"It turned out that the bar was actually a cover for a tribe of vampires who used the whorehouse to lure in victims. The girl that lead them said that they had been living there for several thousand years. She invited me to stay, and I did for four years. Then the boredom got to me and I had to leave.
That's where I left that certain piece of property."
"Hold that thought, John." said Carl. He flipped on the autopilot and walked to the rear window of the transport. John got up and followed him back.
"What's up?"
"Some kind of craft is following us." he pointed at a barely visible brown speck in the sky behind them. Mark got up from his chair to join them at the window.
"Who do you think it is?"
"Don't know. Could be the UN, could be Smut's men."
"Could be the guys that are after my heart."
"And we would be leading them right to it. What do you want to do?"
Sansker watched the distant craft for a moment, and then said, "Let's turn around and go have a look at them." Carl went back to the pilot's chair and then turned the craft back in the direction they had come. Sansker moved to the front window so he could study the aircraft as they approached it. It was a heavily armored brown transport. There were twin cannons on it's nose, and John could see more gun ports along it's side. He didn't recognize the craft at all. He was getting a bad feeling in his gut about this.
"Don't get too close, Carl." he said.
Carl twisted the yoke and banked away from the brown transport. The other craft turned to follow them.
"Recognize them?" asked Carl.
"No." said John. "Their ship has got a lot of armor, so it's not going to be very fast. Try to out run it. Mark, see if Smut had any weapons on board."
Mark went back and started opening compartments and pulling out the contents. Carl laid on the speed and dropped the craft down until they were only about ten feet above the tree tops. The brown transport dropped altitude and started to speed up behind them. John was wrong. While it wasn't very quick on the take off, it was fast on the top end. It closed in on them, and a few seconds later it filled their back window. John was looking back at it, obviously worried..
"Can you give it any more?" he asked Carl.
"Yeah." said Carl. He clenched his jaw and bottomed out the throttle. The white transport fishtailed and then bolted forward, engines beginning to scream now.
"Oh, shit." John heard Mark say. "Here it comes."
He looked out the back and saw the other transport's guns open fire. The back window exploded in and the craft shook with each shot. Carl was fighting to keep the transport flying straight, but it was doing no good. The brown transport loomed up behind them, and crunched it's nose into their tail. The nose of their craft dipped and hooked a tree top. The world began to turn helter skelter, spinning first one way and then another. Tree branches thrust through the windows, and the craft tore itself apart upon them.
"Brother Hendrickson, up front." said Sister Frieda. A second later a head shoved through the opening behind her.
"Yes, ma'am?" Hendrickson's bulk filled the door way to the cockpit, his shoulders so wide he would have had to turn sideways to pass through it. He was a very big man, and Frieda thanked the lord daily that he was on their side.
"We've knocked the Bloodsuckers out of the air. We need a ground crew to go down and finish them off. I want you to lead them."
"I would be happy to serve, ma'am." said Hendrickson, and he did look happy at the prospect. Frieda pushed her way past him and out of the cockpit.
"Very good." said Frieda. "The jungle below is too thick for us to make a landing, so your team will have to repel down into the crash site."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You pick your team, and the weapons cache is open for your use. Be ready to drop in two minutes."
"Yes, ma'am."
Hendrickson turned to the other members of the Curse sitting in the cabin of the transport. He started calling names, picking men and women that he trusted and had fought beside before. Kenny Baker, a postal worker from Maine who had helped him fight a small vampire infestation back in '95. Anna Marie, who still had scars up and down her left fore arm from a scrap she'd had with a demon in London. He had clawed her to ribbons while she pinned him down with her attachment of choice, a nail gun. Pedro Fuentez, who had joined the cause and made the cut only a year ago, but was already proving to be a valuable member of the congregation. He had been military before joining the church of Krahn and didn't shy from blood like some new members did. He knew how to follow orders and didn't go to pieces when the fecal matter hit the rotary blades. Karen Dobbs, a serial killer who had found Christ in prison, and later found her way into the Church. She was one of the more devoted members he had ever met, who sometimes took her self mutilation to extremes. Her worst so far was a self inflicted double mastectomy. She left her body functional, but it would never be the focus of anyone's lust, which is what she intended in the first place.
The four stood when their names were called and followed him back to where the weapons were stored. "Take what you need." he told them. "Be prepared but don't over load yourself." He took for himself a chain saw attachment, a chain gun attachment, and a flame-thrower. He put the saw on his arm and put the other two pieces in clamps on his back. The others took saws and guns for themselves. Anna Marie decided to stick with her nail gun rather than one of the more powerful chain weapons. When they were properly armed, they went back to where Frieda waited for them.
A hatch in the belly of the transport had been opened and repelling lines snaked down through the hole into the jungle below. Several Curse members were hauling large trunks over to the opening and dropping them through. They were for body parts, Frieda explained to them while they attached the repelling lines to their jump harnesses. Hendrickson and his crew were to find the vampires as quickly as possible and dismember them. There were four trunks down there, one for heads, one for torsos, one for arms, and one for legs. The point was, keep the parts separated and the vampire couldn't regenerate.
"God be with you, Children." said Sister Frieda, holy zeal in her eyes. "Go get them."
Hendrickson nodded and stepped out into open space. His line went taut and he slid to the ground below at a cautious pace. He was passed on the way down by Karen on her own line. She was revving her blade and looking down into the jungle eagerly. They entered the treetops, and could see some of the wreckage below, now. It didn't look like anything was moving. Hendrickson prayed that the vampires hadn't recovered yet. He would prefer to catch them unprepared.
Dobbs hit the ground and released her repelling line. Hendrickson landed a moment later and waved at her. "Slow down." he signaled to her. She nodded, looking more than a little annoyed. A few seconds later, the rest of the crew hit the ground and joined them by the wreckage of the vampire transport.
Hendrickson signaled for Pedro to take the lead, then Anne Marie. He stood middle ground, while Karen and Kenny brought up the rear. Pedro attached his chain gun and started stepping ever so carefully into the wreckage. He had only taken a few steps when he stopped and raised a fist into the air. They stopped while he leveled his gun on what he had seen. He waved his other hand for them to come forward, and Hendrickson moved to join him. They could see a blonde head sticking out from between two broken passenger seats, motionless.
Sansker slowly became aware that he was being dragged.
"-et him over here in the open..." he heard a man whisper. "so we can work on him."
"Keep his legs separated." a woman's voice said. "We don't need him shape shifting." Rough hands grabbed his ankles and pulled them apart.
"What if there are more?" a man said, not the same man as the first one.
"We'll deal with them when were done with this abomination here."
Sansker tried to open his eyes, immediately regretting it when his vision swam in circles. He had caught a brief glimpse of men and women in strange looking armor, with cybernetic right arms and legs. They reminded him of something, but his head hurt too much to remember. Just give me a few more minutes, he thought, and he could deal with this.
He was thrown onto his back, a tree root poking sharply into his spine. He groaned in pain.
"He's coming around." somebody said. "Hold him." He was pinned to the ground, and then a roaring sound filled his ears. John forced his eyes open to see a hispanic man with a chain saw on his arm crouching over him. The blade was spinning and the man was lowering it toward his belly.
"Hey!" shouted John. "What the fuck?!" He struggled against the people holding him, but their grip was solid.
"Quiet, Blood feign." said the man with the saw. "It's for the best."
John wrenched his head to the left and saw a horribly disfigured woman grinning at him and his predicament. He realized who they reminded him of now.
"The Curse, I would presume?"
The woman nodded, still grinning.
"Is this about that thing with, uh, whatshisname, Coon, Corn, Krahn?" asked John stutteringly, as he watched the blade get closer to his belly.
The woman nodded again. The look on her face reminded him a little too much of himself for John's taste. This bitch was as bloodthirsty as any vampire.
"Aw, fuck, people, that was two hundred years ago. Don't you believe in forgiveness?"
"First there must be penance." said the man with the saw. His blade cut into John's gut, snagging his entrails with it's teeth and dragging them out of the hole. John screamed in agony and jerked against the people holding him. The man with the saw pressed in, blood spattering his visor and dripping down through his goatee. The teeth of the blade were hitting his spine now, sending what felt like electric shocks through out his body. He was howling, his voice turning raw from the force he was putting behind it.
A shadow passed through the moonlight shining on the man above him, and a gunshot rang out. John turned his head to see Carl fire both of the automatics in his hands at John's tormentor. The bullets bounced harmlessly off the man's helmet, but there was enough force behind them to knock him backwards. His saw ripped up out of John's gut with entrails still dragging behind it. The disfigured woman holding John's right arm let go to swipe her blade at Carl's leg. Carl grunted when the blade cut in, but kept his feet. He turned his guns on her and started squeezing the triggers. The bullets pinged off her chest plate and helmet while she jumped at Carl. They went down in a tumbling pile, punching and kicking.
John reached over with his free hand and grabbed the throat of the man holding his left arm. "Oh, God!" said the man. "He's got me!" The man let go of his arm and reached up to get John's hand off of his throat. John reached up with his now free left arm and drove his finger through the man's one good eye. Using this finger to grip his skull, he threw the man down the length of his body at the two Curse members holding his legs.
The man who had been cutting Sansker was on his feet now and charged John with saw raised. The jungle flashed a bright white, and the man was thrown backwards once again. Mark stepped over John with an energy rifle held to his shoulder. He fired again at the Curse member, blowing one of his legs completely off.
To John's right, Carl had managed to get one of his pistols up under the freaky looking bitch's chin and was emptying the clip into her. The bullets were bouncing around in her helmet, turning her brain to mush. Carl pulled himself free of her and reloaded as he approached the two Curse people at John's feet.
John turned himself over onto his belly and then began to claw at the ground. Slowly, he began to pull himself toward the undergrowth. He gasped in pain when the roots on the ground snagged his guts and ripped them, but kept going.
Carl raised his automatics and started firing at the two remaining Curse members. The larger of the two, a big man with a full beard, raised the chain gun on his arm and opened fire on Carl. The vampire stumbled back as the bullets punched baseball sized holes in his abdomen. He landed hard against a tree, and dropped his guns. He clutched at the bark behind him and was able to keep himself from falling. Pushing himself off the tree he jumped at the man who had shot him.
"Hold it right there!" a voice behind Anna Marie yelled. She turned, firing her nail gun at what turned out to be the youngest of the three vampires. She pegged him twice in the legs, sinking the three inch long spikes in all the way to their heads. He fell, firing his rifle haphazardly from his hip. One of the rifle's energy blasts caught her in the shoulder and sent her spinning. The kid shot again, this time actually aiming, and got her in the throat. Her flesh and blood leg kicked straight out, and she fell over with a shower of sparks.
Carl popped out his claws, and curled his fingers in imitation of Sansker's patented "Heart Wrencher". He snapped his hand at the man's chest, and was greeted with a sharp agonizing pain when the bones in his hand crunched to pieces. Carl fell to the ground and swore at himself. How stupid could he be? Just yesterday he was laughing at John for pulling the same bone head move. Now, he had gone and done the same thing.
The Curse member reached over his back and snapped the chain gun into a clip back there. His arm moved over and he locked it into the end of a chain saw attachment. He pulled the saw free and started it up.
"We in the Curse believe that we should take up the full armor of God, for we wrestle not only against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. That thing that you just broke your hand upon, that was my breastplate of righteousness. And this?" He raised the big boot on the end of his cybernetic leg. "This is the gospel of peace." He kicked Carl in the side of his head, breaking his jaw.
"And this..." the Curse member said as he raised his chain saw. "is the sword of the spirit. I rebuke thee, demon, and bind you in our lord's name. I send you to whatever hell you came from."
A long brown tail dropped out of the tree behind him and wrapped itself around his throat. He was jerked into the air and pulled into the foliage of the tree above.
"I'm sorry." Carl heard an inhuman voice say. "We heard from the Jehovah's Witnesses yesterday and we've decided to go with them." The Curse member's feet twitched spasmodically and then the body fell out of the trees, minus a head.
Seconds later, Sansker dropped out of the tree in his full snake form, twitching his long tail nervously and looking for new victims. "You ok, Carl?" he said, his voice a harsh grating sound.
Carl grabbed his jaw and yanked on it, popping it back into place. "Ya call that a wound?" said Carl in a bad british accent. "That's just a scratch." His voice went back to normal, and he asked, "Who were these guys?"
"The Curse. A cult who followed a lunatic."
"I can relate to that." said Carl.
Sansker turned and writhed his way over to where Mark was struggling to get to his feet. Mark looked up and saw the monstrosity coming toward him and he panicked. He raised his rifle and was about to shoot when the snake thing said, "Mark, it's ok. It's me, John."
Carl knew how Mark felt. Nothing could prepare you for the first time you saw John change into the snake thing. Sansker reached down and helped Mark to his feet, ignoring how the kid recoiled from his touch.
"Can you change back?" Mark asked, obviously shaken.
"In a little while. I need to heal some more and this body can take a lot more pain than my human one."
"Hey, John," said Carl. "look over there." He pointed over to where five repelling lines hung down through the tree tops. "What do you want to bet that there is a transport on the other end of those?"
Sansker stared at the ropes with his slanted reptilian eyes for a moment, and then said, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. I just want to go find a hole in the ground and hide in it for a while."
Carl smiled, glad that Sansker had decided going after the transport. "I thought that there was no rest for the wicked?"
"Well, let's see if we can prove them wrong. I can't even remember the last time I slept."
The three vampires moved into the jungle and disappeared.
Sister Frieda stood over the bodies of her fallen children, and fought back her tears. She had come down to the ground with fifteen other Children of the Curse when their repeated attempts to contact the ground team had gone unanswered. Now she saw why. The vampires had slaughtered them, every one.
Poor Hendrickson, they couldn't find his head anywhere.
She felt like weeping, but that was not an option for her. She had to be strong for her Children. She took a deep breath and turned to the group who were waiting for her to tell them what to do.
"We will bury them here." she said. "We can not allow our grief to get in the way of the crusade. These men and women died in a noble manner, and I'm sure the Lord holds a special place for them in the here after. Do not worry, Children. The Snake will show his face again, and The Curse will be there waiting for him."
"Amen." said the Children, and they went about the business of burying their dead.
Mark lay in the cave Sansker had found for them, trying to fall asleep. It was no good. It wasn't easy to fall asleep when there was a forty foot long, half snake, half human thing coiled up in the same cave with you. That wasn't all. He had noticed something earlier which made his blood run cold. There was a lump about halfway down the snake's body, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like there was a human head in there.
Mark turned away from Sansker so at least he would have to look at him. After a few minutes more, he realized that he liked the idea of that thing at his back even less. He turned back over and watched that lump as it moved slowly down Sansker's side all night long.
*Special thanks to Jae Thomas this issue for letting me use his Fan Fic avatar Violator and for helping me make sure I wrote him right. I recommend that you read his Violator 2200 a.d. series when it starts.*
The Snake Pit
I welcome all letters and criticisms. Sound off if you got a pair, I want to hear what you think!
What to do what to do?! Should I study for exam and read" Elements of
materials science and engineering" or read part 2 of " a change of heart"?
HA!! Tough choice!
I think I'm starting to look forward to your little stories as much as
the new comic book releases( maybe because I don't have to get my lazy
butt away from the PC).
In this issue you introduced a lot of "old" characters showing how many
things have changed since "the good old days" as Violator puts it.
It's nice to see Violator in his new form and I'm looking to see
what Jae can do with him.( Nice way to solve your problem about who
should write about Violator).
I just have one question for you relating the sentence: "You can go back
downstairs, Angie-dear." IT WASN'T!! WAS IT?!
B Better
Now you got me laughing. No, it wasn't Angela, but that would have been pretty funny. I think the guy that runs the Shattered Image site that I write these stories for has killed off Angela (that little, why I oughtta...) Thanks for writing to let me know what you thought, I was starting to think I had bombed this time around.
I can't wait to see Jae's Violator series myself. I'm sure we will see Violator in a whole new light.
And to everyone reading this, I welcome any and all Sansker fan art.
Thanks again, Vibrator
Well, that's another issue, thanks for taking the time to read it. As always, if you liked this story, you might like my others, check them out at my site, Bad Monkey Comics!!!
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