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Hey everyone. Sorry it took so long for me to update this story, but I had massive writer's block. I could have sworn that I wrote and re-wrote this chapter about fifty times trying to get it right. I especially wrestled with the confrontation between Leyton and Conner, hoping it didn't seem too malicious or unnecessary. But I kept it in, since it is a building point for the main conflict.

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So, after a long respite, here is the latest chapter for Blaze of Glory…

Chapter 3

A Different Fire Ignites

His face was shrouded in darkness, the amethyst spheres glowing out at the circle before him, his lips curved into a sinister sneer. His pale, delicate hands grasped the arms of his throne, a deceptive picture of elegance.

The doors to his palace flew open, the heavy entryways ricocheting off the walls with a resounding bang. From the doorway stormed in two of his heavily-armed guards dubbed Gonards, forcibly dragging a human male behind them. Strutting behind the trio was his general, Dischordia, a smirk permanently affixed on her face. The Gonards shoved the human forward, forcing him to his knees.

"Harrison Stockholm, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I do declare, a prolific general to an emphatic rebellion should warrant a certain amount of celebrity." The lithe, agile body leaned forward, maintaining the act of amiable conversation.

"I find that I am a generous being, Mr. Stockholm. So I am giving you a chance to preserve your life. Tell me where the rest of the rebels are located."

Stockholm stayed defiantly silent, determinedly refusing to meet the catlike violet eyes. The smug smirk on the elegant visage faded, contorting onto a sour sneer.

"I daresay, Mr. Stockholm," The violet spheres flickered maliciously, the voice lowering to a dangerous whisper, "It is a noble gesture that a man with such high importance such as yourself to assert martyrdom. And I do assure you, it can be arranged."

Stockholm's gaze shifted to his side while the sharp sound of unsheathing metal permeated his ears as Dischordia subtly set the point of her weapon to rest nonchalantly at her side. For the first time, Stockholm spoke, his powerful dignity seeping from his illusory appearance of his tattered war fatigues and battered face, an insignia of his rank proudly displayed on his breast.

"You will get nothing from me." Stockholm held his head high, "But I do send a message from the Elders: 'The spark of freedom is soon to ignite, and the power of fire will bring the light. Destruction of the oppressor comes not from the One but at the hands of him believed to be gone.'"
Stockholm smirked back up at the figure before him, a glint of grim satisfaction shining in his somber eyes, "Enjoy your reign. The Chosen One is coming."

Stockholm fell silent as his death fell with a sweeping stroke of the sword beside him. The violet eyes narrowed.

"Pity the tenacious ones are always good…" He leaned back in his throne, propping his chin on one refined hand.

"The Chosen Ranger may be coming, yes. But he will by no means be leaving…" The deep cackle floated through the empty room, echoing off the bleak walls as he gazed down at the body of Stockholm as he was hefted away. His thin lips curved into a malicious smirk, evil and chilling.

In Reefside, California, Conner McKnight sat bolt upright in his bed, the sweat pouring down his bare chest. Panicked, his amber eyes shifted from side to side, absorbing his surroundings. Calming his heavy breaths, Conner relaxed, a sigh of relief leaving his lungs in a rush. Running his hands through sweat-soaked hair, Conner blinked, his eyes registering confusion.

"What the hell was that?"

xxx

"SON OF A BITCH!"

The Ninja Storm rangers jumped as the door of Ninja Ops crashed open to reveal their extremely pissed leader. Conner stormed in, fresh from an elemental session with his protégé, honey eyes ablaze. Whirling, he unleashed a smoldering fireball, rendering a hanging target to a shower of ashes. Dustin let out a whistle, fingering the remains of the target.

"Whoa, dude, what's gotten into you?"

"Leyton. Hawthorne." Conner bit out the name through clenched teeth, fighting the overwhelming urge not to engulf the entire academy in a spiral of fire.

"What's the policy of maiming around here? I mean, is it frowned upon or will you guys look the other way if the student's a complete jackwad?"

Dustin smirked, "Yeah, I've thought about that from time to time." Shaking her head, Tori reached over to cuff the earth sensei upside the skull. Turning back to Conner, Tori's eyes widened, "Wow, Conner. That's pretty harsh...What in the world did Leyton do?"

Conner's body shook from the efforts to control his anger. "How much time do you have?" He snorted, sarcasm lacing his tone. Pacing irately, his hands clenching and flexing with the strain his emotions were currently undergoing, and flickers of fire sparked dangerously in his palms as Conner exhaled a long, suffering breath.

"I keep thinking that this is just a phase. Y'know, like he's testing me out, seeing what makes me tick, what I'm like as a teacher." Conner ranted, his deep golden eyes flashing with the annoyance currently testing his steely resolve.

"But no. Now, I think he just wants to piss me off."

Tori sighed, "Conner, all of them are like that at first. You've only been working with him for a few days. Give him a chance."

Hunter chuckled from his position leaning against a wall, "Actually, babe, I'm inclined to side with Conner. You haven't seen those two together. It really does seem like Leyton's trying to goad Conner into something."

Shane frowned, "Have you had a talk with him?"

Conner snorted, "What are we? In kindergarten? Yeah, I've mentioned it once or twice, but this kid is more stubborn than Kira."

Eric waggled his eyebrows, "Well, bro, there's only one solution to your predicament…"

Conner's brow furrowed in suspicion, "And that is?"

The Ninja Storm team shared a collective glance before shouting in unison, "THE GAUNTLET!"

Conner frowned. "'The Gauntlet?'" he echoed, "What the hell is that?"

Eric grinned, "Ah, c'mon, bro. You know like that MTV challenge show? Basically, it's the last resort when we have two students with an issue. One of them challenges the other in what we call 'The Gauntlet.' It's basically a duel between the two. Really good for letting off steam. Most of the time, it's between students, but occasionally, we have one idiot who challenges a master. That's when it gets serious, and we hold it on the main platform in front of the whole academy."

Conner shook his head, waiting for the rest, "And your point…?"

Hunter grinned, "Think about it Conner. If we can bait Leyton in challenging you, you can put him in his place once and for all."

Conner sighed, "I don't know, guys. I'm trying to gain his respect, not kill it."

Dustin jumped in, "Dude, what better way? If you beat him down, there is no way he can say you don't know what you're doing…"

Conner stayed silent, contemplating Dustin's words. His face took on an interested glint, "Well, the prospect of kicking his ass is very enticing…" Conner shrugged.

"Oh, what the hell, I've got nothing to lose…"

Eric clapped his brother on the back, "Damn straight…Now, how are we gonna pull this off?"

Hunter smirked, "Well, Conner and I do have Leyton for hand-to-hand training this afternoon…I think that'd be the perfect time. The kid's stupid enough to take the lure. Especially if we pair him with one of the students that hate him…"

Tori shook her head, eyes rolling with exasperation, "You guys are horrible."

Her husband grinned, "Not horrible, babe, just crafty…"

xxx

"DISMISSED!"

Conner turned to Hunter as Eric released the students for the afternoon's training session.

"Dude, are you sure this is okay?"

Hunter clapped a reassuring hand on Conner's back, "Listen, Conner. You're not doing anything in this. It's gonna be all on him."

Conner growled, turning a sharp glance to his friend, "All I'm saying Hunter, is that you better be right…"

xxx

"Duck, duck, counter, block, attack." Conner halted the partners in their sparring as he nodded at Owen.

"Excellent." Turning his attention to his fire student, Conner gestured for Leyton to begin, "Leyton, your turn."

Conner watched with a careful eye as Leyton danced around his air student partner, looking for the opening. Owen threw out a swift right cross that whizzed over Leyton's head. The fire student retaliated with a leaping tornado kick, falling with a resounding thump on his ass as Owen lashed out, sweeping Leyton off his feet. The teenager groaned from his prone position, hauling himself up off the ground. Conner sighed.

"Nice sweep, Owen." His eyes traveling to his fire student, Conner ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay, Leyton. It was a nice kick, but ill-placed. Why did you attempt it?"

The teenager shrugged, replying with an irritated toss of his head, "It seemed like the right thing to do."

Conner shook his head, "Never leave your feet when your opponent is on the offensive. You being in the air gives your attacker too many possibilities to defeat you. Try to stay on the ground as much as possible."

Leyton rolled his eyes, "But what about all the midair kicks we learned? What are we supposed to use them for?"

Conner nodded, "Those kicks are flashy but impractical. Not to mention a waste of energy."

Leyton's gaze narrowed, "And we're just supposed to take your word for it?"

Conner cocked an eyebrow, "Uh, yeah. I am a master, after all."

Leyton snorted, "You're a playboy soccer player. How do we know you even know what you're talking about?"

Conner smirked, "Are you questioning the legitimacy of me as a teacher, not to mention the Chosen Ranger?"

Leyton snarled, his temper sparking with Conner's condescending tone, "Yeah. How do we know it's not just some story the masters cooked up to give us all a fairy tale?"

Conner chuckled, "You sound like you think you can beat me."

Leyton paused. Puffing his chest up, he took the bait squaring up to the taller master, "Maybe I can."

Conner's face was impassive as he turned to Owen, "That sounds an awful lot like a challenge."

Owen smirked, staring at the boy he detested, "You might be right, Sensei."

Leyton sneered, "And if it is?"

Conner gave a nod to Owen. The air student walked over to the big gong situated in the center of the main platform. Swinging the mallet, he connected, and the loud result reverberated across the academy. Conner rotated back to his fire student, a smirk on his prominent features.

"You just put yourself in The Gauntlet."

Leyton's lip curled at his master, confident he would expose Conner for the fraud the young man perceived the soccer star for.

"Bring it on."

xxx

Conner walked up the steps to the main platform, his features serious and his jaw set. Calmly, his eyes swept over the legions of ninja students gathered to watch the haughty fire student challenge the Chosen Ranger. Shane stepped forward, amusement tinting his dark face as he addressed the gathered students.

"Today, we have an ultimate challenge issued by fire student, Leyton Hawthorne, against fire master, Sensei Conner McKnight. To those new students who are unfamiliar with 'The Gauntlet,' here are the rules. Competitors may use their respective powers and are given a weapon they may use only once during the challenge. Once a competitor has been disarmed from the weapon, he may not use it again. The first competitor to force his opponent off the platform will be declared our winner."

Shane turned to the two competitors, "You have five minutes to prepare before we begin. Good luck."

With a curt nod, Conner strode away to Hunter and Eric waiting at his corner. The thunder ninja smirked, "So, you gonna use your fire powers?"

Conner stayed silent, his hands flexing in anticipation, small flickers of flame dancing from his fingertips

Eric grinned, "You gonna use the weapon?"

Again there was no reply as Conner cracked his knuckles, no emotion displayed on his impassive face.

Hunter glanced at the air master, an amused smile crossing his face. He cocked an eyebrow as his eyes swiveled to their leader, "You're not gonna humiliate the kid that badly, are you?"

Conner's eyes flicked sideways to the two masters, a mysterious grin tilting a corner of his mouth, "Nope."

xxx

Leyton stared out across the platform at the fire master, kneeling with his back to the center, his eyes closed in meditation. Bobbing on the soles of his feet, the fire student threw out punches and kicks, loosening himself up. From his side, Adam Kingsley glanced at his best friend.

"Dude, Leyton, are you sure about this? The guy is the Chosen Ranger after all."

Leyton snorted, unleashing a tornado kick, "Please Kings, the Chosen Ranger thing is a hoax. Conner McKnight is simply another wannabe. I'm going to expose him for the fraud he is."

Adam tilted his head, sighing in defeat, "Okay, man. If you think so."

Leyton sneered, rolling his neck to relax, "I don't think, Kings, I know."

xxx

Conner breathed deeply, his senses catching every movement Leyton made as the fire student shadow boxed across the platform. The fire master knew he had the upper hand. Working with the upstart boy, Conner had picked up on many of his student's habits and weaknesses. Leyton would be eager and aggressive. All Conner needed to do was frustrate and exhaust his young student. The rest would take care of itself.

The harsh ringing of the central gong knifed through his tranquil atmosphere, signaling the beginning of the challenge. Rising steadily to his feet, Conner removed his outer uniform jacket, leaving him clad in a black wife beater and his arm guards. The inferno morpher glinted from its place on his neck, and whispers swept over the students at the sight of the legendary device. A hush rolled over the academy as the two combatants stepped onto the platform. One was fighting to prove a point, the other to solidify his status. Much was at stake.

Shane brought the two fire bearers to the middle. Bowing to him, they then bowed to each other.

"Fighting stances!"

Leyton jumped into a fighting position with a flourish, his body tensed and ready. Conner simply settled back, raising his hands with anticipation. Shane bit back a smile as he glanced at the Chosen Ranger's impassive face. Conner gave him a barely perceptible nod.

"Begin!"

Leyton circled his master, looking for an entrance. Conner kept his gaze on his student, making no move other than rotating to keep Leyton in his eyesight. The young student sneered before rushing in.

Conner leaned back, the first attack flying wildly over his head. Dancing under the blow, Conner raised his arm, warding off a sharp strike from the left before parrying downward, fending off a kick from the right. The inferno ranger ducked as a third blow whistled over head.

Leyton whirled as Conner moved out of reach, eyeing the teenager closely. Leyton advanced, throwing out two quick jabs, growling with frustration as his master avoided them with ease. The fire student shifted to the right, his arm whipping around in a roundhouse punch. Conner caught the blow deftly on his forearm. Wrapping his arms around Leyton's wrist, the fire ninja rotated behind the student, locking Leyton's arm behind his back. With a swift kick to the behind, Conner sent Leyton tumbling forward to the other end of the platform.

The fire student swiveled to face his master, hate and anger radiating from his set jaw. Summoning up his powers, Leyton sent a massive fireball whistling to Conner, smirking as the towering inferno engulfed the master in its depths. His leer faded, however, as what was once a colossal sphere of flame retreated to a tiny ball within Conner's palm. The Chosen Ranger's face exuded no expression as Conner stepped forward, playing idly with the small fireball. With a flick of his wrist, Conner ignited his own inferno, the swirls of flame dancing around his palm. Dropping down on a knee, the fire master punched the ground. A wall of fire raced across the platform, knocking Leyton backwards into a pillar.

Leyton hefted himself up to his feet, breathing heavily. A ways away, Conner stood at the ready, the intense expression never leaving his face. The fire student whirled, grasping the training sword protruding from a stand nearby. Brandishing the weapon, he rushed Conner.

Conner sidestepped, blocking a thrust from Leyton. The fire student advanced, assailing the inferno ranger with a succession of uppercut slashes. Conner backpedaled, rotating to ward off each strike. The fire master ducked as a fierce overhead slash whipped over his head, and kicking his foot up, Conner brought it down over the blade of the training sword. Thrusting his other leg forward, he dislodged the weapon from Leyton's grip, sending it spiraling through the air. Conner sprung backwards in a back flip, landing on one knee. Reaching out, Conner straightened as the training sword settled into his grip. The fire master kept his steady gaze on his student's as his elemental power flared, rendering the weapon to ash.

Leyton snarled, his anger sparking at the frustration of his situation. With a growl, he charged, all presence of his training absent in the exasperated scramble. Conner watched the advance. With a calm demeanor, he fell backwards, kicking his leg up and sending Leyton flying off the platform. Flipping to his feet, Conner stared back as the gong sounded, ending the competition, and his student clambered back up onto the platform. Shane approached the inferno ranger, raising Conner's arm aloft.

"Winner, Sensei Conner McKnight!"

As cheers erupted from the surrounding ninja students, Conner's gaze swept across the platform to the dark, smoldering eyes of his student, begrudging sheen lighting up the shadowy orbs. As Leyton turned away, Conner ran a hand through his hair. Somehow, he could tell the end result was not the one he had in mind…

xxx

Cam hunched over the latest generation of morphers. Adjusting a wire, he linked the technology powering the zords to the cuffs, allowing their machines to come with the press of a button. An urgent beep alerted his attention, and the green ranger rotated to the main view screen. His brow furrowed with exasperation as another cryptic message appeared in a compilation of characters he didn't recognize. Quickly typing in a code, Cam diverted all the messages to a separate destination.

His head snapped up as the team sauntered in, fresh from elemental training. Conner was the last one to enter, his handsome face twisted in slight annoyance. Cam grinned.

"How'd it go today with Leyton?"

Conner gave a noncommittal shrug, shaking his head slightly, "Nothing too spectacular. He refrains from speaking to me unless absolutely necessary. I think I have his respect. Reluctantly, but I think I have it."

Dustin smirked, smacking his friend on the back, "Hey, it's better than not having it."

Conner chuckled, "Yeah, I guess so." He turned to Cam, "I'm gonna take off. I need to clear my head."

Cam frowned, "Is everything okay?"

"I denno," Conner admitted, pulling on a short-sleeved, checkered, crimson and black button up over a white long-sleeved shirt. Pushing the sleeves up to his forearms, Conner pulled on a pair of faded black jeans, "I've been feeling weird since coming home. I think something's gonna happen. I just don't know what."

Cam returned his attention to the morpher before him, "Okay, Hunter's got you covered on the afternoon's lessons?"

Tying his shoelaces, Conner nodded as he pulled a cap over his head and donned a pair of sunglasses, "Yeah. I'll be back."

xxx

Conner strolled down the boardwalk of the Blue Bay Harbor beach. He stopped at a dirty-blonde haired teenaged boy peddling on the side of the walkway. The boy had a set of paints spread out along a blanket as he painted a picture of the shore. Conner smiled as the magnificent image began to take form in the matter of minutes. He continued down the boardwalk, deep in thought. Being a mentor was not proving to be easy. Every day seemed to be a struggle for dominance between himself and Leyton with the latter constantly pushing for a confrontation.

Conner thought about Caleb's message at the three month's prior. This summer was supposed to be "fun." So far, it had actually been the opposite as the days blended together to a normal routine. Wake up, teach classes, hang with the gang, go to sleep, lather, rinse, and repeat. Nothing was completely out of the ordinary, discounting the fact that his student was on a war-path against him, but even that was falling into a habitual occurrence. Conner failed to keep the apprehension from sneaking into his conscious mind. Caleb had warned him this summer would not be like the previous one, and Conner had assumed that would mean his retirement from the ranger business would be coming to an abrupt end. But presently, no villain had appeared and gone madcap on Blue Bay Harbor, Reefside, or the surrounding communities. So if this was the "fun" Caleb was talking about, Conner didn't really mind.

As the thought ran through his mind, a scream permeated his hearing, and his head snapped up, whirling back to the source. Around him, people ducked as a blazing inferno engulfed the corner of the boardwalk he had just walked away from. Conner's brow furrowed as he rushed to the surging flames. Inconspicuously, he willed the fire to die down to a manageable level. As the flames lessened, Conner peeked through to find the source. His eyes rested on the tall teenaged painter, his eyes wide with fear before he turned, sprinting away from the scene. Conner's senses piqued, the fire within him flaring wildly as he stared at the teenager, and without a second thought, he followed in pursuit.

"Hey! Hold it!"

The boy continued, dodging pedestrians as he continued down the boardwalk. Conner hollered after him, hoping to catch the boy's attention.

"Wait, kid! Stop!"

The boy only ran faster, his dirty blonde hair flying in the wind, knifing through those in his path. Conner struggled to keep him in his sight as the boy turned the corner, his cut-off white over-jacket rippling behind him. Conner chased the kid around the corner into an alleyway.

As he entered the alley, Conner lunged, catching the kid, by the arm, "Hey, hang on a sec." Wrenching his arm away, the teenager whirled, and a fireball knifed through the air. Reacting instinctively, Conner threw up his right hand, catching the discharge in his palm. His attention averted with shock, the boy clambered up onto a dumpster before hopping over the barrier of the alley to the other side.

Conner gaped at the ball of fire resting in his hand. Slowly, he closed his fist, smothering the flames to nonexistence. His brow furrowed in concern and confusion as his eyes drifted up to the fence the boy had disappeared over. There was another. How could that be possible?

As he turned to depart, a glint of silver caught his eye, and Conner peered down to find an oval medallion crumpled against the dark ground of the alley. Plucking the chain from the ground, Conner laid the medallion on his palm, studying the design. His frown deepened as he ran his hands over the intricate design. A single flame was in the center, surrounded by characters Conner didn't recognize, and whirlwinds of fire decorated the border. Conner raised his honey eyes to the fence again, the teenager prominent in his mind. This kid was the cause of the fire at the boardwalk and he was the owner of this peculiar medallion. Conner glanced back down at the medallion. There it was; the fun had arrived.

xxx

Cam's head snapped up as Conner crashed into Ninja Ops, his expression harried. Cam frowned as Conner approached him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Cam shook his head in confusion, "Tell you what?"

Conner threw off his cap and sunglasses, raking his hands irately through his hair, "That there's another one!"

Cam rose from his chair, his hands braced forward in an effort to calm the agitated inferno ranger, "Whoa, whoa, Conner, calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me what you're talking about."

Conner paced, his features contorted with an air of deep contemplation, "This can't be possible. There's only supposed to be one."

Cam grabbed Conner, forcing him to halt, "Conner, you're not making sense. What happened?"

The inferno ranger exhaled deeply, one hand coming up to cradle his chin. Conner leaned against a table, his back to Cam, sorting out his thoughts. Turning back to the samurai, Conner met the green ranger's inquisitive gaze, his eyebrows drawn together with unease.

"I was walking down the boardwalk at Tsunami Beach, just thinking and trying to clear my head. I pass this kid painting on the side, you know, trying to earn a buck. I don't too much about him, I just liked his work. So I keep going, still thinking."

Conner maintained his pacing as he continued his story, "All of a sudden, I hear this scream, and a part of the boardwalk is on fire. I rush over, and calm the flames so someone can put them out. On the other side, I see that kid, and he's scared. I feel something inside that tells me to go after him so I do. I chase him, and I almost catch him. But he gets away, and all of a sudden, there's this fireball coming at me. I catch it, but when I look back, he's gone."

Conner dug into his pocket, producing the medallion, tossing it on the table, "And all that was left was this."

Cam lifted the pendant, studying it closely. His intelligent features twisted into a frown as his eyes swept over the medallion, "I've never seen one of these up close before…"

Conner's brow furrowed, "You know what that is?"

Cam chuckled, "Of course I do. These haven't been in use for a long time. For maybe five centuries."

Conner shrugged, "What is it?"

Cam fingered the intricate design, "In ancient times, families would have these medallions as sort of an heirloom to pass down from generation to generation. Most of the time, families would be primarily of a certain element and would have these made to signify its respective family. Each member would have one…" Cam examined the design closely.

"I've seen this particular one before, but I don't know where."

Conner sat down, "So what does it mean?"

Cam lifted his eyes to the inferno ranger, "It means, Conner, that this kid is from a family whose element was fire."

Conner sighed, "How is it possible that there hasn't been a fire-bearer for fifteen thousand years but in the span of two years, we have three?"

Cam shook his head, "I couldn't tell you…all I know is we have to find this kid."

Conner shrugged, "Why this kid?"

Cam stood, motioning the fire master over to his work station, "I've been working on the next generation of Ninja Storm rangers for the last three months, and I just finished. All the morphers can correspond to any student in their element." He plucked a gray, crimson, and gold morpher from the bunch.

"Except this one."

Conner glanced down at the design, more sophisticated from its fellows, "Why this one?"

"This one is the morpher for the next fire ranger. But it doesn't have any energy to power it." Cam met Conner's questioning eyes.

"At first we tried to inject it with Leyton's energy, but the morpher rejected it. Analyzing your fire power and comparing it to Leyton's, it turns out that each fire discharge is unique to its bearer."

Conner waited for the samurai to continue, "Meaning?"

Cam ran a hand through his hair, "Meaning not just anyone can use it. This morpher is going to choose who it wants to wield it."

Conner's brow furrowed, "So this kid might be the one."

Cam nodded in affirmation, "Yeah, he very well might be."

Conner frowned, "Well, we have to find him."

Cam chuckled, "I don't think you're going to be the one to find him."
Conner rotated, facing the samurai ranger in confusion. He ran a hand through his hair, "And why not?"

Cam grinned, "I'm pretty sure destiny has a hand in this one, Conner. He's gonna find you…"

Conner sighed, his eyes drifting down to the medallion clasped in his palm. Slowly, his fingers clenched around the necklace. Exhaling heavily, Conner's head lolled back.

"Here we go again. Yep, this is gonna be fun…"

Coming Up:

Mystery Kid finds Conner

The other is revealed

Caleb returns with more news and the "fun"

Well, lads and lassies. There you go. Once again, I apologize for the wait. I hope to get another chapter out soon, hopefully within two weeks if I'm lucky. So hope you liked this one, and the fun is coming up!

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Roxie