Elseworlds:
Legend of the Batwoman (Part 4)
By C.W. Blaine (darth_yoshi@yahoo.com)
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Elseworlds – stories, situations or events involving familiar characters in unfamiliar settings [a paraphrasing of the official DC definition)…
Washington, D.C.
The young lawyer strolled
through the quiet night of the safest city of democracy, heading to a
clandestine meeting with the country's leading authority on super-heroes,
super-villains and generally crazed individuals that liked to dress up in their
underwear and make a public spectacle of themselves. The lawyer hated the cloak
and dagger routine of the meeting, but he didn't feel comfortable discussing
the topic in his office. The head of the FBI, J. Edgar Hoover, made him feel as
if he were being watched constantly. He checked behind his shoulder, casually,
just to give himself piece of mind. When he turned around, Sarge Steel was
standing there, cigar burning away in the cold night. "Mr. Attorney-General,"
he said in a monotone voice.
Robert "Bobby" Kennedy had to
check himself to ensure he hadn't wet his pants. "How do you do that?" he
asked, the New England accent strong in his voice.
Sarge Steel snorted. "Lots of
practice, sir; if you'll walk this way," he said, waving his hand towards the
sidewalk. The two began to walk together, looking like two businessmen going
out for a late drink. "I have some of my men positioned in the area, making
sure we aren't being tailed, sir."
Bobby nodded his understanding.
Steel's group was very short-handed since the lifting on the so-called
"super-hero" ban in America, ever since the Justice League of America had
formed, followed by several other groups. One didn't have to work for the
government to be a hero anymore. "The president is very concerned over the
current splitting of the ranks in the JLA, Sarge; he wants assurances that your
L.A.W. team can handle Red Star if he decides to cross into U.S. territory
again."
Steel nodded. "My Living Assault
Weapons are always ready, sir; capable is another story. I can't tell you for
sure that we can handle him; hell, the JLA has barely been able to."
Bobby remained silent for a
moment. The Soviet Superman, as the press dubbed him, was notorious for his
infrequent attacks against the United States. Most of them remained out of the
public's eye. Bobby's brother, President John F. Kennedy, had inherited a
secret war against the Soviet super-hero program. According to the best
intelligence, a massive cloning program was underway in the U.S.S.R., though
the reasons behind it were unclear. The best defense the United States had was
the Justice League, led by the former Soviet heroine, now American darling,
Supergirl.
Recently, however, something had
happened. The second most popular member of the JLA was the mysterious
Batwoman, a person who avoided the camera and spent most of her time avoiding
government questions as well. She was tolerated, though, because while distant,
she was apparently very good friends with Supergirl. The two were even dubbed the
"World's Finest Team" by the New Yorker. All of that changed two days
ago.
"If this gets out, we could have a
war on our hands," Bobby said, a nervous edge to his voice.
Shaking his head, Sarge Steel
started to puts the Attorney General's fears at ease. "Sir, if those damn
Ruskies were gonna do anything, they would have already. The fact of the matter
is, sir, I don't think that this Baron Bedlam of Markovia even had the
permission to pull the stunt he did. Takes mighty big brass ones to kidnap an
American citizen. My people feel that the Soviets will let it drop."
Bobby nodded and his mind raced
back to the CIA report he had been shown by his frustrated brother. Three days
ago, American businessman Lucious Fox had been kidnapped by communist rebels
while on vacation in Markovia, a small European nation that had resisted
communism for decades. A member of the royal family, calling himself Baron
Bedlam, took credit for the crime and requested that the Soviet government send
troops to help overthrow the current government. Markovia held very little
interest for the Soviets, but Fox was a personal friend of the Kennedy's; one
of the only black CEO's in the entire United States and a major civil rights
activist. Bedlam was betting that President Kennedy wouldn't want to endanger
such a politically powerful person such as Fox, who headed the Wayne
Foundation, a Gotham City-based company that owned several manufacturing plants
in the south. The company was considered a leader in the fight to provide
equality to all American workers, black or white.
President Kennedy had been
incensed that the CIA had not assigned adequate protection for such an
important friend of the First Family. Immediately, the CIA chief made the list
of "people who have to go". Kennedy had asked the Justice League to get
involved, but Supergirl had to decline, stating that it would be perceived as
an attack against the Soviet Union since they had been invited into the
borders. The legality of the request didn't matter. They were a Justice League
of America, not an independent group. The president finally relented,
knowing that he could not endanger millions of people for the sake of one.
Batwoman, also from Gotham City,
didn't seem to think the same way. "This group the Batwoman formed…"
"The Outsiders," Steel finished.
"It's made up mostly of independents heroes life herself." He saw the wry look
Booby was giving him. "Don't let the membership in the League fool you, sir; or
should I say former membership…she's a loner. I don't know why she even
joined the League to begin with, except maybe that rumor about her and Green
Lantern being an item…"
The thought of the athletic woman
in the tight-fitting black leather crossed his mind, despite the gravity of the
situation. "The president would like to know if there is any truth to that
rumor."
"I'm sure he would," Steel mumbled
as they crossed a street. "Maybe, at one time, but when he went off into
space…"
"Quiet!" Bobby warned. "Nobody is
supposed to know about that! If the public even suspected we have already been
out in space…it could cut all kinds of funding for the space program. Do you
have any idea how many jobs that would mean for this country? I don't like
thinking that the only thing we know how to do is make bombs."
Steel took the admonishment with a
grain of salt. The Attorney General was still learning the ropes. "When Green
Lantern left for parts unknown," he corrected himself, "it became apparent that
there was a change in the terms of Batwoman's membership in the League. I think
her and Supergirl are very good friends, even though they don't see eye to eye
on everything. Batwoman has been spending most of her time working in Gotham
City and every effort has been made to uncover her secret identity."
"Did Hoover order that?" Bobby
asked. When Steel grunted and nodded his head, he gave a stern reply. "Well,
then it stops, today. Recall any and all agents assigned to the case, by my
authority. Now, get back to this Markovian situation…"
"Anyway, she assembled this team
and then infiltrated the country, rescued Fox and is already back in the U.S.;
sources say that she had inside help from the crown prince, a man named Bryon."
"Yes, I seem to remember him from
the inaugural party…so what happened to Bedlam?"
"Don't know; Prince Bryon has not
made a public statement since assuming the throne; it looks like his parents
may have been killed. His sister is attending Yale and I've got Robotman
guarding her." There was a pause; Robotman was the oldest active super-hero
since Jay Garrick, the Flash, retired the years before. Inside the metal body
of the former All-Star Squadron member was the brain of a man; a man trapped
forever in a mobile prison. Every administration had wanted to help the hero
out, but the technology simply did not exist. The only people capable of
carrying out the procedure were dead, except for Robotman himself, and injuries
sustained had damaged his brain so that the knowledge was lost to him as well.
"So, you don't think we'll be
seeing Red Star or Power Girl anytime soon?"
'Nah…face it, sir, nobody really
gives a rat's behind about Markovia or Batwoman; however, we did get to
interview Mr. Fox and he gave us something he managed to grab from Bedlam." The
man held up a manila envelope. He handed it to his superior and waited calmly
as they stopped so the papers inside could be read.
Bobby Kennedy's face went pale.
"Is this true?"
"Near as we can tell; we've
verified it with a KGB man we have on the payroll at the Soviet embassy. He was
shocked that we didn't know about it…figured Supergirl would have told us. We
tried to get it, but someone tipped off the Cubans; turned into a goddamned
mess."
"We'll have to review this
information carefully; do you think the Batwoman knows about it?"
Steel shrugged. "Doesn't matter…she's
got her hands full with the race riots in Gotham."
"Is it true that Quinn is behind
it?"
Steel cleared his throat. "Sir,
anything bad that happens in Gotham City is because of Harley Quinn. That
little bitch…"
Bobby closed the envelope and put
it into his briefcase. "I want her file, and not the one Hoover keeps around to
show people; I want the real one. Let's see if we can help Batwoman out…if this
information is true, she may have guaranteed the safety of this nation for
years to come."
"Today we mourn the passing of our
friend in Christ, our brother in God, Richard Thomas Grayson, who has left this
life to find his place in the kingdom of Heaven," the minister began, his voice
carrying over the sniffles and moans of the mourners. It reminded her of a time
that seemed so long ago, and yet like yesterday, when she had buried her
husband and son. Here, she was watching as another young man was lowered into
the cold earth to wait out eternity, cut down before his time.
"We must not dwell on the loss we
feel, but rejoice in the fact that we were blessed to have known such a kind
soul, to thank the Lord above that we were lucky enough to have met with,
talked with and loved such a fine human being. Though he leaves behind no
family, he does leave us with the memories of his kindness, of his warmth and
of his compassion. To him, the cause of freedom and equality was so important
that he was willing to risk, and even give, his life so that others would be
able to enjoy the life that he enjoyed."
Matty turned away and began to
walk back towards the waiting car. Dick Grayson had been more than a friend; he
had been a partner in the war against crime and corruption in Gotham City.
Growing up in the streets after his parents had been killed, he had learned to
survive using his wits until a kind old monk, Brother Valley, who had taught
him the martial arts, took him in. When he became a young man, he had decided
to follow in the footsteps of the then-new hero, Batwoman. As Arsenal, he had
joined the team of Batwoman and Robin.
As Dick Grayson, he became the
fiancé of Barbara Gordon, Matty's stepdaughter.
Now, things were falling apart.
Richard had died from an assassin's bullet when he jumped in front of a young
black girl targeted for death in the riots. Matty had to strip the man out of
his costume before the police arrived, unable to let loose the frustrations
inside of her. "How are you doing?" Kara asked, no hint of Russian accent in
her voice.
Matty regarded the blonde-haired
woman in the black dress and sunglasses. Was it possible that she was getting
more beautiful as time went on, while Matty was starting to notice sags here
and there, despite her exercise regiment? "I'm fine, for now. I know Quinn was
behind the riot, and though she didn't pull the trigger, she's as guilty for
Dick's death as the shooter, who is in police custody, by the way." Matty
stopped and stood next to the civilian-garbed Supergirl. "Barbara is taking it
pretty rough."
Kara nodded her head and Matty
figured she was using her enhanced vision to spy on the young woman as she sat
weeping. There was a pause and then Kara spoke slowly. "She's pregnant; three
months at least. It's a girl."
Matty drew in a deep breath and
sighed. "What is happening to kids these days? Running around, having sex all
of the time…now she's an unwed mother."
"I am an unwed mother and would
have it no other way."
Matty nodded. "How is your son?"
Kara smiled. "He loves the ocean
and loves the name Aquaman even more. The salt and the sun have turned his hair
blonde and he has made friends with the beasts of the oceans. He is happy there
and I do not think Kal-El will be foolish enough to disturb him. I understand
the sharks have taught my boy to be aggressive in defending himself." Kara was
quiet for a moment. "We miss you on the team. What happened to the Outsiders?"
"Disbanded it…they were
annoying…bunch of self-serving little brats…"
"I thought maybe you and Prince
Bryon would have hit it off, you are close in age, correct?" Kara said, hoping
to take her friend's mind off of the events transpiring a few yards away. It
seemed to be working somewhat, but Kara was sure that Matty had already decided
what she was going to do about it. "It has been awhile since Alan left for
space, no?"
Matty was quiet for a moment. "Mr.
'I have a job to do'? Mr. 'I'm drawn to my ring'? He can go to hell! I waited
years for him to marry me and all he wanted was something to park the little
lantern in at night when he was on Earth, if you catch my drift."
"Ah, so you don't like sex. Too
bad, it is very relaxing at times."
Matty turned slowly to her friend.
"I thought you had sworn off men after Red Star? Don't tell me you have a
boyfriend?"
"There is a young man at the Daily
Star where I work, his name is Olsen, and he is rather cute. I believe he
wishes to go out with me. I should bed him first…"
Matty shook her head. "That damn
Kryptonian philosophy again! Why would you sleep with someone before going out
with them?"
Kara rolled her eyes. "It was a
joke, Matty; calm down. I think he's a real nice man and I'm hoping he will ask
me out. I'm lonely, especially since we no longer work together…no longer the
World's Finest Team."
"Too much to do here…besides, with
Barbara pregnant, I'm thinking of retiring."
If the statement surprised the
alien woman, she did not let it show. The two of them stood next to each other,
staring at the funeral. "I am sorry to hear you say that for you are a true
hero, an inspiration to many."
"I don't want to be an
inspiration…I never did; all I wanted to do was help those who couldn't help
themselves. I wanted to take a stand against that which was wrong. As Martha
Wayne, I was the poor, pitiful widow; as Batwoman, I was a force to be reckoned
with."
"You speak in the past tense, so I
must assume that you have given up the cape and cowl? That's it? It's over?"
Matty sighed and brought a tissue
up to dab her eye. Everything was happening at once and she couldn't stop the
spiraling effect it had on her mind. "Dick shouldn't have died, but he did, and
that is a tragedy. Had I been here more often, instead of trying to save the
whole world, maybe I would have caught on to Quinn's scheme. Lord knows that I
have put off going after her so many times to answer the call of duty. Shit,"
she cursed, which was very much unlike her. "I started this to help protect
Gotham City because nobody else would or could.
"God damn it, I'm so tired," she
said, leaning over and putting her head on the taller woman's shoulder. "I
can't keep doing this; I'm going to be a grandmother for goodness sake."
Kara put her arm around her friend
and let her cry into her arm.
* * * * *
The Soviet super-hero known as Red
Star stood with his arms folded over his massive chest, looking through the
observation window as a team of the best doctors in the U.S.S.R. scurried
around the sweating form of Power Girl. She was nude, her legs in stirrups as
her massive belly seemed to come alive as their child started it's way into the
real world. Power Girl was a clone of Kara Zor-El, the former Crimson Fury and
current Supergirl, who also happened to be Red Star's first cousin. It was not
discovered that the two had been related until after they had become lovers and
she pregnant with their child.
The child had been a genetic
freak, of course, and had been banished to the Siberian wastelands. Afterwards,
the party scientists had managed to clone Kara, the result being the
genetically "perfect" woman giving birth in the next room. Red Star, because of
his power, could not engage in romantic relations with just any woman. The
whole of Russia was littered with the shredded bodies of his more "frail"
lovers.
So, he had to mate with his
cousin, what did he care? So long as the line of Krypton was able to continue.
Eventually, a proper heir would be born. The yellow sun that gave him his
powers also caused him to be virtually immortal. He had many centuries to
nurture his plans of conquest. Right now, the cursed Americans and their
Justice League kept him from simply seizing power. He was confident he could
destroy all of the American super-heroes, but he could not afford to take the
chance.
"She is a healthy young woman,
with good hips," a military officer began from behind the hero. "The birthing
will go well, eh, comrade?"
Red Star turned to the officer,
his liaison with the military. "We shall see, won't we, Colonel?"
"While we wait, comrade, I thought
I would bring you up to date on the KGB operations against the Justice League."
The officer waited for the hero to nod and began as the alien turned back
around to watch the birth of his second child. "As you suspected, by providing
funds to the American criminal Harley Quinn, we were able to start the race
riots in Gotham City that occupied the Batwoman's attention."
"What of Baron Bedlam? That fool
nearly destroyed the entire mission with his idiotic seizure of power! As if we
needed him to take Markovia!" Red Star said with disgust. He had personally
wanted to go and kill the man, but Krushev had forbidden it, not wanting to
push the new American president. It had taken months to infiltrate the complex
criminal organization of Gotham City and it would have all been for nothing had
the Batwoman been killed in Markovia.
"Per your request, comrade Red
Star, he was beheaded and his head was put on a pike inside KGB headquarters.
It is still there."
Red Star nodded as a doctor
approached the exposed privates of his "clone cousin". Holding a knife made of
the green metal known as Kryptonite, he began to try and create some more room
for the approaching baby. The metal, the only thing that could penetrate a
Kryptonian's skin, was from the original shielding of the rocket that had
brought him and his cousin to this world. A normal man would fear the
substance, but Red Star secretly hoped that the government would be foolish
enough to try and use it against him, just so he would have an excuse to kill
some of the current leadership. As it was, he needed them, especially in the
area of cloning.
There was no way he could ever
impregnate enough women to recreate the Krytonian race, which had died when
their planet exploded decades before. He needed a faster method of building his
culture and only through genetics was that possible. Cloning was a requirement,
but the old-fashioned way still appealed to him. Seeing her strapped to the bed
with Kryptonite cuffs, reminded him of when he had first taken her, only hours
after being released from the cloning chamber. He began to get aroused as he
remembered the new uses he had developed for his heat vision. "Have the doctors
said how long before she will be recovered fully?"
"Nyet, comrade Red Star, but my own
wife was back to caring for the home within a week. Russian women are strong!"
Red Star rolled his eyes towards
the heavens. "We are not Russian, are we…comrade?"
The colonel cleared his throat and
continued with his report. Inside the room, Power Girl screamed and cursed as
nurse told her to push. The blonde clone head-butted the nurse, causing the
woman's head to explode into a red mist. Red Star smiled at his lover and she
smiled back, blood and brain sliding down her face. "Regardless of the Baron's
actions, Batwoman left the League to spend more time in Gotham City. Without
her there to balance the scales, the League has splintered into meta and
non-meta factions. Crimson Fury…"
Red Star turned quickly, his eyes
glowing red. "Do not call her that! She has joined the enemy! She is their
Supergirl!"
"Yes, comrade! My apologies!" the
colonel said, his life flashing before his eyes. He said a silent prayer to a
God not welcome in his country. "She is at her wits end. Several more prominent
members have now left as well. President Kennedy seems enamored with her and
refuses to call on her to step down from the leadership of the team. Our
analysts estimate it shall only be a few more months before the team is
disbanded and America is once again defenseless."
Another scream. "Defenseless?
Nyet. There will always be heroes in the United States, colonel. It is a
breeding ground for inane ideas of heroism. Given time, perhaps we will be
fortunate enough to show the Americans the errors of their ways." Again, there
was a high-pitched wail, but Red Star's hypersensitive ears picked up a
difference in the vocalization. He had spent enough time with Power Girl to
know what each and every scream she made was caused by. In her voice he heard
fear. "What is going on…"?
He never got to finish the
sentence before reflex caused him to jump back as one of the doctors came
flying through the window. As the glass shattered, the smells of the birthing
room assailed Red Star's nostrils. Another doctor went across the room and he
was finally able to see why. Power Girl had ripped her bindings! Her pain must
have been great, but her actions spoke louder than her screams, which were now
causing windows to break throughout the hospital. Massive thunderous booms
could be heard as she pounded at her swollen belly with her fists.
Enraged that she was endangering
their child, Red Star moved at blinding speed to grab her wrists. He was far
stronger than her, but he was still straining to hold her back. "It's tearing
me apart!" she finally said, her voice almost primal.
Red Star focused his eyes and
began using his X-ray vision to probe her womb. Just as he did so, a gray
skinned fist punched through her abdomen. She screamed again and actually broke
Red Star's grip. She rolled off of the table, feet kicking. One foot caught the
leg of an orderly and broke the human's bone like a twig. There was another
tearing sound and Red Star had to look away to keep from retching.
As Power Girl cried out in terror,
knowing that she was about to die, an inhuman face pooped out of her pelvis,
solid white bony protrusions peppering it's grim visage. The mouth, or maw Red
Star thought, opened wide and let loose a cry that seemed to announce Doomsday.
Harley Quinn shook her head,
trying to move her brain back into place after the punch Batwoman had landed on
her. The Clown Princess of Crime had thought the woman had died or moved on
when she dropped out of sight all of those months back. Given up the ghost she
had hoped. Alas, she mused as her tongue probed the loose tooth she just
noticed, such things were not to be.
Ivy, her partner, her friend and
her lover, lay out cold on the warehouse floor. She had always had such good
moves behind closed doors, it was a shame that talent did not carry on to the
battlefield. All around her were the sprawled bodies of her best henchmen, none
of them even getting off a shot as the Dark Damsel of the Night had sent them
to La-La Land. "Aren't you supposed to be like gone, Bat-Bitch?" She asked,
standing up.
Batwoman didn't answer; her mind
was still a burning flame of hate. Such thoughts had become too commonplace in
her mind over the past few months, but it had all exploded the night before
when she had received the package.
Having surrendered the identity of
Batwoman, Matty Wayne had devoted her time to her stepdaughter and new
grandchild, Helena. The child was a wonderful addition to the Manor, even
bringing a smile out of old Alfred, who doted on the baby as if it were his
own. It had brought back memories of a happier time in Matty's life, a time
with her husband and son. Helena had been exactly what she had needed and she
had begun to realize why her relationship with Alan simply had not worked out.
To him, she was nothing more than
someone to come home to for he simply was not interested in a family. He had
grander ideas about life and when the chance came to wear the Green Lantern
ring again, he had taken it. He had made a real effort to give their relationship
a second chance, but his loyalty to the Corps overcame any feelings he had for
her. They had parted bitterly and she doubted that she would ever find another
man she could really confide in, except maybe Ted Grant. But that would have
been like dating your brother!
Having a child in the house had
suddenly and happily filled a void that the Batwoman had inhabited in Matty's
life, and little Helena made being the Batwoman unnecessary. In reality, Matty
did not believe she had affected life in Gotham City all that much, or at least
that was what she had told herself. The fact was she was tired of the whole
mission thing, and decided her skills were best put to use in other ways. Quinn
would have to pay for what she had done.
Matty began a campaign aimed at
bringing in the criminal. She hired mercenaries to bust up her rackets and beat
up her employees. She paid off insiders for tips to pass along to the police,
but she avoided the Batwoman costume.
She knew, now, that Quinn was most
likely the person who killed her son and husband, and though she wanted
revenge, a part of her felt sorry for the woman. She supposed her exposure to
Kara had somehow softened her resolve over the years, because now she simply
wanted to catch Quinn and get her help. That didn't mean she ever wanted the
psychopath back on the streets, but killing her was not going to do any good.
All of those thoughts and ideals
had been fine until the mysterious Agent Smith and Agent Jones had shown up at
her door. They simply handed her a package and left. The package was marked for
the Batwoman, and Matty at first feared that she was going to be blackmailed or
arrested. She reasoned, though, it was possible that the government, or certain
people within it, had known her secret for years and was willing to keep it.
She knew that some members of the government welcomed her presence on the
Justice League when she was a member.
She kicked out, catching Quinn in
the stomach and grinned with dark satisfaction. "Dr. Harleen Quinzel," Batwoman
began, reciting from memory the FBI report she had found in the package.
"Gotham University, class of 1945; employed by Gotham General Hospital until
1949, when you were fired for theft of hospital medicines." She reached down
and pulled the jester hat off of the criminal. Silky blonde hair fell out and
Batwoman thought briefly of Kara. She would not approve of this. "That's the
official story, isn't it?"
Quinn smiled and one of her front
teeth fell out. "Thuck you!" she said with a lisp.
"Wrong answer!" Batwoman cried,
head-butting Quinn. "The records don't talk about your little romantic liaison
with one of the staff doctors and how you became obsessed with him! What was it
like, sleeping with another woman's husband? Tell me!" She smacked Quinn across
the face. "Huh? Did you laugh afterwards as he talked about his young wife and
son, waiting for him at home? Did you think it was funny that she waited up at
night for him, to make sure he got home okay?"
"Thuck you again!" Quinn said,
barely conscience.
Batwoman reached down and pulled
Quinn up by her shirt. "Then he broke it off, for whatever reason, and you
couldn't let it go! You tried the drugs and they did something to you, didn't
they? They made you nuts, didn't they?" She was shouting now, her voice
carrying throughout the warehouse. "God damn him! God damn him! He caused it
all, didn't he?"
Quinn looked at her and for a
brief second, the madness was gone. "I loved him," she said before slipping
away into a fitful slumber.
Batwoman dropped her to the ground
and then fell to her knees before her. She pulled back the cowl and let the
cool night air hit her blushing cheeks. It did no good and she began to weep.
"God damn it…I loved him, too."
CODE-NAME: RED SCORPION
ALERT…SOVIET GENETIC EXPERIMENT OUT OF CONTROL.
MOSCOW IN FLAMES. SOVIET ROCKET FORCES DECIMATED BY MARAUDING MONSTER BELIEVED
TO BE A SECOND CHILD OF THE HERO KNOWN AS RED STAR. CREATURE IS GROWING AT
PHENOMENOL RATE. SOVIET MILITARY FEARS THAT CREATURE MAY REACH NUCLEAR ARSENAL
AND ACCIDENTLY SET OFF MISSILES. STEPS ARE BEING TAKEN TO MOVE THE MISSILES
NOW.
STRONGLY RECOMMEND DEPLOYMENT OF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE
OF AMERICA TO AID THE SOVIET GOVERNMENT IN DEALING WITH THIS THREAT. REPEAT,
STRONGLY RECOMMEND DEPLOYMENT….
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