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Für Führer und Reich
Chapter One
SEVEN MONTHS LATER:
Ash Ketchum could have anything a man could want in life: fame, fortune, beautiful women; instead he had fame, fortune and Misty. The life of a pokémon master was one of unbridled luxury but there was also pain: the pain of defending your title, the pain of invasive reporters and the pain of being awoken at 6AM on a Sunday for a phone call. Ash had half a mind to pull his pistol from its drawer and shoot the phone and go back to sleep but Misty would complain, so instead he got up to answer it. "Hello," he said though half the word was a yawn he was glad the phone was on 'no picture'.
"Hello Mr. Ketchum. It's Walter Scott Pokémon Leagues chairman. I'm sorry to have disturbed you so early, are you watching the news?"
"No," Ash remarked, "why?"
"Turn on a channel, any channel."
Ash turned on the TV it was showing a cartoon. "It's Tama and Friends, you woke me up for that?"
"Turn on a news channel."
Ash switched channels to Fox News. The screen showed a graphic labeled 'Live' the picture was of a nuclear power plant with a large crater nearby. Fires burned around the crater. Automatic weapons fire made periodic bursts as the Special Forces sent in clear out terrorists. The network anchor calmly was listing the events that led up to the current scene. "A British Airways 747 bound for New York City was hijacked moments after take off by an estimated 30 North African men. They managed to gain access to the cockpit and take control of the plane. As the cockpit was breeched the pilots managed to send a distress signal and Royal Air Force Tornados were scrambled to intercept. Two minutes later the plane was crashed into the Stellafield Nuclear Plant. Almost immediately afterwards several teams of terrorists stormed the plant. Local police contained the plant and SAS Special Forces were sent in."
The newscaster continued to drone on, "At the present time there are not any reports of radiation leaking from the containment dome. There is, however, considerable damage to the control center. This has officials worried that in the event of a melt down…"
"My God," Ash muttered to himself.
"Are you still there Ash?" Chairman Scott asked.
"Yes."
"Can you come to New York as soon as possible?"
"I'll let you know as soon as I can. I don't know how quickly I can get there seeing as how they are probably tightening security as we speak."
"Thank you Ash, it's very important that we meet as soon as possible. I'll talk to you later. Good Bye."
The phone disconnected though Ash still held the receiver in his hand as he watched the television screen. "What could they want me for?"
Pokémon Leagues Chairman Scott sighed as he disconnected the line with Ash. He knew when he took over league administration that this was part of the job, even if it was distasteful. Order was necessary in this world order at any price and only if the general public was kept out of the loop. He was one of the enforcers of that order. The other worked in another building across Manhattan Island: The Secretary General of the United Nations. The two of them had the power to place into the hands of the reigning pokémon master of the world, the world's most powerful pokémon.
Chairman Scott pushed the secured line and autodialed the Secretary General's office. He stood from his desk and looked out the window towards the UN building when is phone crackled to life, "Secretary General's office."
"This is Chairman Walter Scott. Is Tony in?"
"I'm sorry sir, Secretary General Leon is in a meeting of the Security Council, may I take a message for him?"
"Yes, have him call me back on the secured line. This is very urgent."
"Yes sir, I will let him know." With that the line disconnected.
Dread came over Chairman Scott. He was not in charge the last time this pokémon was out but had heard of the panic when she had decided to wander away from the trainer who had been given control and being found by luck with a few blast marks on her hide but otherwise she was unscathed. The loss of control of the pokémon by one of the finest masters ever gave pause to both the leadership of the Pokémon Leagues and the United Nations.
They decided against sending the pokémon out to do their dirty work when the very buildings that stood in place of the building he was in now were destroyed only a few short years ago. Fortunately for them the US President vowed vengeance on those who perpetrated the acts and dealt with them accordingly. Unfortunately most of their sister organizations survived intact or relatively intact and were still committing mischief.
Mischief thought Chairman Scott, is what unruly children get into. Unruly children don't steal nuclear fuel rods. Chairman Scott's revelry was broken when his own secretary paged him on the intercom.
"Mr. Chairman, Secretary Leon is on the line."
"Thank you, I will take it." He switched to the secure line, "Tony, yes have you heard about the fuel rods?" He paused while the secretary general spoke, "I just learned about it from Prime Minister Blair. After I got off the line with him I called the master, Ash Ketchum. He has said he will come to New York as soon as he can." Chairman Scott paused again while Tony Leon spoke, "The terrorists have operated for too long with too little consequence. We have to show them that we can hurt them back."
Kurt von Sternen leaned back in his leather executive style chair. He was watching Fox News' coverage of the hijack/terrorist attack with an evil smile. All was going according to plan; the plane, the coordinated attack and the theft of fuel rods went off without a hitch. No news had been released regarding the theft of the nuclear fuel yet, undoubtedly to avoid any more of a panic than was already the case with the attack on the nuclear plant. The British Government's decision mattered little to Kurt who only needed his message to be received by a very small number of people who were by now well aware of what had transpired.
They would be forced to act out of fear of what the consequences of inaction would be. Would the terrorists create a dirty bomb, try to refine it to make a small crude nuclear weapon either one would force the UN and Pokémon Leagues to bring out the 'queen' and deliver her into his hands. Kurt kept his attention focused on the TV even as he noted that one of his subordinates had entered room. "Have you been in contact with our allies in Lebanon?" he asked not turning from the flickering images on the television.
"Yes sir, they are awaiting word on how to transport the nuclear fuel out of the country. Britain is shut down very tightly. The airports are all closed as are the harbors and channel tunnel." The subordinate appraised him.
"We have a ship anchored offshore of Calis in international waters, how they get the fuel to that ship is not our problem. The nuclear fuel is of no value to me anyway." Kurt continued to pay no attention to his subordinate as he continued to watch the newscast. "What is the status of the clone?"
"Sir, the scientists have reported to us that Bill has found one with a brainwave pattern that is an exact match to his signal. They are skeptical of bringing the clone out now. They fear that it may not be stable. If it doesn't survive it will take years to get back to this point."
"They said the clone was ready! This whole operation hinges on that," Kurt was finally turned from the television to face his subordinate who was somewhat unnerved to have to face his angry boss.
"The clone can be released into the environment, it's the mental stability were worried about." The subordinate almost stuttered his words.
"I am going to see them myself!"
Kurt breezed down the hallways of the villa still angered at the apparent delay. He had been promised a working clone by now and was not pleased at the latest developments. Exiting the villa, he quickly made his way across the well-manicured lawn to the laboratory building. He composed himself before entering there was no need to be angry; anger is a sign of weakness and now was not the time to be weak.
The laboratory was a two-story brick building. From the outside it appeared to be for the study of local plants. Deeper inside its true nature was revealed. Kurt entered the building through the main entrance with his subordinate in tow, strolled through the lobby to the elevator.
When in the elevator he dug through his keys selecting a small silver one that opened a hidden panel underneath the regular panel in the elevator. The hidden panel concealed a lone button marked 'LL'. Kurt pushed the button and the elevator began to descend.
When the elevator stopped and opened its doors it was not too hard to figure out that the small building above was only to conceal a far more sinister structure below. Just outside the elevator was a small lobby with a glass walled partition that kept the outside environment from the sensitive equipment inside the lab. To the right were double doors leading into another room. The lobby itself was completely barren save for a lone figure in a crimson suit.
"I knew you would be down here," The figure said not bothering to turn around.
Kurt stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, "You said your people would have the clone ready, what is the hold up?"
"Patience, Mr. von Sternen. The clone is physically ready to be brought out. It is its mental state I worry about," Giovanni the Team Rocket boss turned to face Kurt with a face that he knew would intimidate any Team Rocket member.
Kurt was no Team Rocket member he held his gaze strait through Giovanni's bluster. "I was told I would have a working clone by now our time tables require…"
"You Germans and your time tables," Giovanni turned back to face the window looking in on the laboratory, "cloning is not an exact science, any time table we could give you would be approximate."
"I need the clone to capture the pokémon. If it dies afterwards I don't care we have other clones."
Giovanni turned again to face the German he arched an eyebrow, "so be it." Both men began to walk to the double doors.
Through the double doors was a locker room on the left was the air lock to get into the lab on the wall with the double doors numerous lab suits hung in a row. They were the disposable white paper variety made more for keeping the germs that would reside in clothing on the clothing rather than full environmental suits. Giovanni and Kurt both donned the protective suits placed paper hats over their hair and tied surgical masks over their mouths and noses.
Dressed like two surgeons they made their way to the air lock. The light over the locker room side of the door turned from green to red as the air lock closed behind them. An audible hiss could be heard as the air exchangers removed the fresh outside air and pumped in the sterile air of the lab. When the cycle was complete the light over the lab side turned from red to green and the doors opened to the lab.
Both men walked towards the main laboratory facility past numerous charts and conference rooms. They stopped when they reached the main lab. Several white-coated scientists nervously checked the data against their predictions. Other scientists kept careful watch over a glass tube containing a green gelatinous liquid and the form of a human being. In addition to the scientists there were several guards standing by. Four of them stood in close proximity to the scientists holding Tasers™. Four more stood farther away they nervously fingered their fully automatic Dutch FAL assault rifles.
The lab lacked any form of decoration and furniture was at a bare minimum. Giovanni and Kurt both stood slightly behind the guards with the Taser™ guns until the lead scientist took notice of their presence. "Welcome gentlemen," the bespectacled white haired scientist said nervously, "are you ready to witness history in the making?"
Giovanni looked over to Kurt, "by your own choosing Mr. von Sternen."
Kurt nodded to the head scientist who looked to Giovanni awaiting his approval but not wanting to verbalize he wanted Giovanni's approval. When Giovanni nodded the head scientist sighed then turned around, "let's get started, shall we."
The tank slowly turned from a horizontal to vertical angle though it remained at a slight incline from the feet to the head. The green gelatinous substance drained slowly from the tank. Two scientists stood next to the tank ready to open the top panels once the goo inside had dropped below the panel's housing. Two more stood ready with an oxygen tank and mask.
The green goo dropped below the mark on the tank and the panels slid open. The frosted glass that obscured the figure in the tube slid away giving the observers a full view of the body in the tank.
The body was of a man in his twenties about 5'6" tall with dark brown hair. He floated serenely in what was left of the goo. The two scientists with the oxygen mask stepped up and placed it over the clone's face. Several of the scientists helped lift the clone from the tank placing him gently on a nearby gurney. Two female scientists began to towel off the sticky green slime. The guards nervously toyed with their Tasers™ ready to shock the clone into submission if the need arose.
Within seconds the clone opened his eyes and began to struggle against the scientists trying to restrain him. The oxygen mask was torn off and he vomited a large volume of the green gelatinous substance onto one of the female scientists who was recently trying to clean him of the very same goo. With effort two scientists replaced the oxygen mask, which was now giving the clone a dose of something other than just oxygen and the clone settled. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The head scientist shined a small pen light into each eye of the clone. Satisfied that the clone was sedated he walked over to Giovanni and Kurt. "I believe everything is in order now gentleman." The white haired bespectacled scientist looked to the eight guards clearly wanting them out of his laboratory.
Giovanni nodded to the guards, "you are all dismissed." The guards all trooped off.
"Is the clone going to be ready within the next couple of days?" Kurt asked.
"I dare not push it, please come to my office," the head scientist nodded to his office.
The office was small and as sterile as the rest of the laboratory. A plain desk took up most of the space behind it was a desk chair in front of it were two strait back chairs. Some filing cabinets lined the back wall; a white board with a timetable was attached to the wall behind the desk chair. On the desk a few random pieces of paper competed for space with a computer and videophone.
The head scientist motioned to the two chairs, "please sit down." Giovanni and Kurt took their seats neither one happy about the Spartan accommodations. They looked across the desk at the bespectacled scientist who settled into his chair. "I understand you want to take the clone out."
"That is what it was made for. That clone has the ability to connect with a certain pokémon on a psychic level. That pokémon is going to be out very soon I need that clone operational for when that happens." Kurt was now angry that the scientist dared question him.
"Cloning is not an exact science I cannot give you a timetable…"
"I've heard that already!" Kurt's raised his voice, "I expected that this key part of my plan would be ready."
The head scientist began again, "you can't plan down to the day. If you expose the clone too early it could damage everything."
"Clones can be replicated getting the pokémon cannot." Kurt stood up, "Have it ready," he then left the office to return to the surface.
The scientist rubbed his glasses with a cloth before turning to Giovanni, "He worries me."
"Don't concern yourself with him. What about the rest of the clones?"
"They are still being monitored."
"Keep them monitored we may need them." Giovanni stood up and left the room.
Ash Ketchum walked though JFK's airport concourse towards the main terminal. The flight was uneventful, the food poor and the atmosphere tense. Everyone on board the plane, the few that there were, had eyed each other suspiciously the whole trip. Ash was glad when the plane landed.
There was a small crowd at the entrance to the concourse now that non-passengers were no longer permitted near the gates. Ash scanned the crowd looking for a familiar face seeing one in Walter Scott the Pokémon Leagues Chairman. He smiled and they shook hands. "I am glad you were able to make it on such short notice Ash."
"It was tough. Misty really didn't want me to fly anywhere."
"I wish we could have sent one of the league jets for you but they are at small airports and the FAA has kept everything grounded at them so far."
"It would have been nice to travel privately," Ash mused, "I prefer to have my ass kissed when I travel, not searched."
After picking up Ash's bags both men made their way to the heliport. A league helicopter sat on the tarmac it's pilot lazily smoked a cigarette while waiting for his passengers. He flicked it away when Ash and Chairman Scott walked into view. He swung himself into the cockpit and flipped some switches starting the helicopter's motor. After beginning the warm up sequence he slid back out of the cockpit and walked over and took Ash's bags placing them in the small luggage compartment. Ash and Chairman Scott took their seats as the pilot closed the door before taking his seat in the cockpit. He engaged the main rotor and the helicopter lifted from the tarmac and flew over Queens towards Manhattan Island.
Ash looked at the buildings they flew over mostly a mix of residential houses mixed with some commercial buildings. His study of the housing patterns was interrupted when Chairman Scott spoke, "I suppose you want to know why you were brought here?"
"The thought had crossed my mind Walter," Ash said as he turned from looking at the houses to looking at Chairman Scott.
"We needed the best pokémon master for a very serious meeting, Ash. You are the best there is right now."
"Thanks, what is it you need me to do?"
"It's of the utmost secrecy I'll be able to give you a full briefing once we get to the tower." Both men stared ahead as the impressive lower Manhattan skyline came into full view crowned by the new twin 500-meter tall World Trade Center towers. The northern tower was completely finished it's southern sister tower was fully built but the top floors were still being finished and tarps hung over some of the open windows. "Have you ever seen them since they were rebuilt?" Chairman Scott asked Ash.
"I was here for a dedication ceremony when construction was just beginning other than that I had never seen them in real life. We were staying in a pokémon center when they were attacked; Misty woke me up saying that the world was coming to an end. The whole pokémon center ended up watching the news for the rest of the day and night."
Both men stayed silent as the helicopter touched down on the helipad, "leave your bags Ash. Jerry will take them to the hotel we have an urgent meeting to attend."
Ash stared at the LED display on the elevator until it displayed their designated floor. The elevator chimed, "145th floor Pokémon Leagues Headquarters," in about six different languages one after the other.
The doors slid open reveling the lobby of the Pokémon Leagues HQ. Faux oak paneling covered the walls and the receptionist's desk. Behind the receptionist the green Pokémon Leagues logo to her right and left were some potted plants along the wall were several armchairs. On each side were glass double doors leading into the offices that were secured by magnetic locks.
One of the glass doors buzzed open and Chairman Scott and Ash walked through. Once through the doors two corridors branched off one leading west the other south. The corridor leading west led to a typical office with gray cubicles. The corridor leading south led to separate walled offices and conference rooms.
Ash and Chairman Scott walked down the south corridor to one of the conference rooms along the outside wall. The room itself was small with an oak table surrounded by eight executive style swivel chairs arranged around it three each on the long ends and one each at the short end. Five of the six chairs on the long ends were occupied by the presidents of the five pokémon leagues Ash took the last remaining seat among them. Chairman Scott sat down next to Ash at the head of the table.
The last of the eight participants to the meeting was the UN Secretary General, Tony Leon. He entered the room with his attendant voicing his pleasantries in his South African accent. When the attendant left the group got down to business, "No doubt you are all aware of what happened a few days ago."
"I take it you mean the fuel rods not what's being reported in the news," One of the League Presidents said. Several others chuckled.
"Some information needs to be privileged, gentlemen, like what we are about to discuss." Tony Leon straitened in his chair, "Hamas has gotten to big for their britches it is time we knocked them down a few pegs. We already know they have the materials to make a dirty bomb. We should give them a taste of what we can do."
The assembled suits representing the pokémon leagues nodded in agreement but Ash was not convinced, "What exactly is it that we are going to do and why am I here?"
Now it was Chairman Scott's turn to straighten himself up, "Ash what we are going to do is wipe out the main terrorist base in Lebanon."
"How is this going to be accomplished and why am I even involved?" Ash asked as he crossed his arms.
"It will be done with a super strong pokémon one that can only be handled by the most skilled of trainers. Why do you think pokémon battling was started Ash? It was to gather the most skilled at handling these creatures so we could have people at the ready in case of an emergency." Chairman Scott continued, "Ever since World War Two the United Nations and the Pokémon Leagues have done the dirty work that other nations no longer wanted to do. This included the elimination of certain people and organizations that threatened an orderly world. Part of this required us to conduct trials in order to gather the best pokémon trainers because only the best can control this pokémon. You are one of the best Ash, that is why I asked you to do this."
"So what is this pokémon?" Ash asked his interest now piqued
"I believe that is confirmation you are willing to take part in this?"
"With such a rousing endorsement how can I refuse?" Ash smiled.
"It appears that we have a consensus to deal with Hamas and we have our trainer." Secretary General Leon said as he placed his hands on the table and stood from his chair. "Seeing as how there is no further business to conduct this meeting is adjourned. Thank you gentlemen for coming on such short notice." The assembled league presidents got up to leave soon only Ash, Secretary General Leon and Chairman Scott were left.
"I have a feeling there is more to this," Ash broke the silence.
"We'll tell you on the way over."
For the second time that day Ash was transported to another meeting. This time via a limousine his destination the United Nations building on the east side of Manhattan. The midday streets were busy with people going about their daily lives oblivious to what would transpire in their world over the next few days. Ash turned his head from looking at the streets to looking at his two traveling companions. Both sat silently as if they feared that the driver might overhear what they might say. Ash leaned back against the leather seat cushion scratching the back of his neck with his right hand he never thought that going into pokémon training that this would be part of the deal.
The limousine pulled into a parking garage at the United Nations building. The three men stepped out of the limo and walked down a well-lit corridor to an elevator. The elevator descended down to a secret bunker over a hundred meters below street level. Several technicians kept watch over equipment that Ash had no idea what it did, "What does all this have to do with…" Ash's mouth was agape at what he saw a massive pokémon the size of a building encased in a stasis field loomed ahead of him.
"This is the pokémon, Ash. Her name is Axis." Secretary General Leon sensed Ash was not going to finish his question.
"My God," was all Ash could manage to say.
"She is our secret weapon." Chairman Scott said with a hint of foreboding in his voice.
"What is it…uh she. Where did she come from?" Ash was still dumfounded by the sight of the massive pokémon.
"She was the product of a last ditch effort by the Nazi government to win the war. By 1944 the Germans realized they would loose unless something was able to turn the tide against the allies. Several scientists approached Hitler with a novel idea to get funding; produce a pokémon so powerful that it could throw back the allied armies in disarray. To top it off the pokémon would only be able to fully come to its power with one master, that one master would be Hitler himself." Chairman Scott stopped his diatribe and Secretary General Leon began.
"This had a tremendous appeal to Hitler that way in Germany's darkest hour he could emerge with this super weapon and smash the enemy armies into dust." Secretary General Leon paused. "Imagine the Russians outside Berlin when this thing comes out and reduces their tanks to slag and ten million men to ashes. The few desperate survivors call for air support from Great Britain and The United States who both respond with thousand bomber raids to take out the new weapon only to have their air forces incinerated like paper airplanes before a flamethrower. A couple of ineffectual atomic bombings of German cities kills a few hundred thousand people but is responded to by having the cities of London, Leningrad, Moscow, New York and Washington turned to craters."
"That is what she is Ash. A last ditch hope of a madman who saw himself as a Siegfried in his own personal Götterdämmerung." Secretary General Leon turned to Chairman Scott to finish the story.
"Needless to say none of that came to pass. By the end of April, 1945 this pokémon was little more than an embryo, Hitler had killed himself and the scientists were looking to make a deal to escape prosecution for what were to become crimes against humanity. They surrendered to the United States military and offered the pokémon which was taken and the scientists were offered safe passage to the US no questions asked where they lived the rest of their lives blissfully anonymous still working on their studies of genetics."
He continued, "No one knew what to do with the pokémon. For all intents and purposes it was worthless to the Americans so they gave it to the UN for safekeeping. The UN realized that it did have some potential and convened a special session of the Japanese Pokémon League. Pokémon battling had always been a far eastern regional sport much like cock fighting was regional to Latin America. Seeing that the pokémon could be marginally controlled, pokémon training was introduced to the rest of the world and became a phenomenon. The best of the best would compete for the title of master. Occasionally we would call upon these masters to take this pokémon and eliminate a threat to world order. Most of those threats you probably have never heard of only a few of them would be household names."
"So all this pokémon training is to determine who gets to use this?" Ash pointed to the pokémon.
"In so many words, yes that is what it is for," Chairman Scott said matter of factly. "Only the best can control her."
"Only the best huh?" Ash paused still looking at the pokémon, "What do I do."
"Tomorrow you head for Beirut Lebanon. You will be going there on what is supposed to be a business trip. We will give you directions to the training camp, which you will destroy with an aurora beam. After you have destroyed the camp you should make your way to Tel Aviv and catch a flight back to New York."
"And just how am I supposed to lug this thing around," Ash pointed to Axis.
"With this master ball. Airport security at New York and Tel Aviv has been ordered to let you through with the pokéball. You leave tomorrow at 10AM, come here by 7AM we will put the pokémon in the ball."
"Why can't I just take the pokémon now?"
"This pokémon does not like being in the ball and if she is in there too long she will pop out. If that happened in the plane, well I'll let you figure it out."
"No problem, I have had my own experiences with pokémon that don't like to be in pokéballs." Ash smiled as he remembered pikachu his first pokémon.
Secretary General Leon handed him a folder with United Nations Report on Terrorism embossed on the cover. "This is the report on the training camp you are going to neutralize. Study it, then destroy, it is for your eyes only. Good luck Ash," With that Tony Leon walked off to attend to other matters.
"You have everything now Ash any questions?" Chairman Scott asked.
"Just one how do you know she is a girl?"
"How did they know you were a boy when you were born Ash?" Ash thought for a moment, "that's how we did it." Chairman Scott smiled, "let's get you to your hotel."
Ash watched as the sun set to the west. He had gotten back from dinner and was now finished reading the report Secretary General Leon had given him. Ash picked up the videophone and dialed his home phone number.
"Hello," a familiar voice on the other end said.
"Misty, it's Ash I'm in New York."
"Ash it's so good to hear you. I was worried sick about you flying so soon after the attacks."
"It's ok Misty I'm fine but I am going to be in Lebanon for a few days."
"Lebanon! What the hell are you going there for Ash Ketchum?"
"I'm going there because the Pokémon League needs me to go for business purposes, you know I'm a brand name."
"You may be a brand name but I have claims to you first, I don't want you to go Ash."
"I really wish I didn't have to do this Misty." Ash muttered to himself, "I really wish I didn't have to, but it's important and when it's done I'll be back, I promise."
"You better be. If you get hurt or killed over there, I'll kill you."
"I'll definitely have to be careful then. I love you Misty."
"I love you too Ash." Ash hung up the video phone he felt worse now than he did before but for some reason he felt he had to tell Misty at least part of the truth.
He picked up the report and a metal trashcan and walked to the bathroom. He put the metal trashcan into the bathtub. Ash tore out the pages of the report and crumpled them up tossing them into the trashcan one by one the last page he held up to the flame of a cigarette lighter. The piece of paper caught fire and Ash placed it into the trashcan the other crumpled up pages began to burn as well.
Ash watched the report burn until there was nothing left but ashes. He nudged the metal trashcan under the faucet and filled the can with water. Burned pieces of paper floated in the blackened mixture as Ash poured it into the toilet flushing several times to completely eliminate the evidence. "Anyone who wants to piece that together is going to have to be very determined," Ash said to himself.
Kurt von Sternen put down the receiver of the phone, "let's get going."
"Where are we going to sir?" One of his underlings asked.
"Lebanon to get the pokémon."
To be continued?
End Chapter One
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