And we are back! I have had enough time to plan the next few chapters in advance, so this story should be updated a lot pretty soon. Here's hoping anyway, I say a lot of things and other things happen that are not the original thing that I was referring to before. It's a thing. Sorry about that.

Beta: CrowSkull

Destiny Fated Black

Chapter 24

Ever heard of lowest points? Well, that's a load of bullshit. There's always a lower point, you'd be surprised just how far someone can fall when they have nothing else to lose…

Vale was in high alert and there were patrols full of Atlesian soldiers and Valean huntsman. There was no such thing as traveling safe when it came to moving Marcus, who was still so injured he could barely walk without her help. And she was running low on the aura, she was never able to even being recovering after what happened in those tunnels. It would have been so easy to just leave Marcus behind and escape Vale herself and go to a part of the world where not even Cinder and her allies would be able to find her. But she made a promise to Roman, a promise that she wouldn't break. As far as she knew, Marcus was her new boss now, and she was always loyal to those in charge of her.

Marcus groaned in obvious pain as he continued to hold on to his stomach. There were wounds that came from mostly all over his body and once the initial adrenaline wore off all the fatigue and pain finally settled in with a vengeance. It wasn't any wonder how Marcus was still alive after living through hours of pain and what should have been fatal wounds if left untreated for a certain amount of time. But assassins were trained to deal with such wounds, he could probably survive for another day or two and might even be able to force his body to move since he had bionic legs to carry his body weight. However, without proper medical treatment, he wasn't going to last much longer.

Neo groaned silently and hefted his heavy bodyweight back over her shoulders. It would have been easier if Marcus wasn't so freakishly tall that his legs practically dragged along the ground behind them as she dragged him on her shoulders.

She lightly jabbed her elbow into his side as she noticed his head dipping low as if he was losing consciousness. Not on her watch.

"Urgh," His pained groan let her know that he was still alive. "What is it?"

Neo gave him a knowing look and flicked her eyes to the street before them. Marcus looked ahead and around the surrounding area for any noteworthy familiarity that he could use to help guide them. Neo didn't know where she was going, she didn't know what the Wearhouse was nor where it was located. Marcus put the pieces together easily and did his best to go through his mental map of Vale to find the best path for them to take.

The underground tunnels were too risky, with him hurt and Neo low on the aura, any other assassin that they run into could easily have a change of heart and try to kill them both. Ironically, that made the surface area the safest approach they could take. Neo managed to get them to a relatively unpopulated part of Vale before finally stopping to take a breather.

"We're not that far away anymore," Marcus said as he strained his eyes in order to look at a sign. "Go down that alley, make a right, a left, through a valley with a blue dumpster on the left wall and then it's a straight toward the shop."

Neo nodded her head and gestured for him to stay quiet now. Being injured as he is, he couldn't waste any more energy telling her where to go lest he passes out and goes limp on her, which would just make things harder for everyone.

She followed her directions to the T. Being careful of patrol cars and sticking to the shadows and holding her breath in order to dodge a special operatives group of Specialist Huntsman and maneuvered her way through the locked-down sector of Vale until she came across a street with three alleyways on the other side. Only one of them having that key blue dumpster against the left wall.

Neo cursed internally when she saw a police car parked on the side of the road, two Huntsman looking around with sharpened glares for any radical movements. Of course, it couldn't be that easy, she wasn't going to be able to get past them with Marcus on her back and she was hoping to save the last of her aura for her semblance on the last stretch into this Wearhouse that Marcus told her about before. But she couldn't risk saving it now and getting caught. There was a difference between Huntsman and regular police officers, they could spot a dark spot in a bush and could tell that it was a Grimm and what kind of Grimm it was. Without her semblance and in their current state, they couldn't hope to get passed them in any reasonable amount of time.

So she used it and made herself and Marcus looked invisible to the naked eye and bolted. It was the middle of the night so there were no cars for her to worry about dodging. She sprinted past the two huntsman and crossed into the alley with the dumpster. After that, she saw it. A relatively average-sized building with a glowing white sign that said Wearhouse on it. Neo strained her aura and continued her sprint. A street never seemed so long to her, and it was probably that way because she knew that if her aura dropped before she got into the building, she and the injured Marcus would be caught by a chance glance or some camera off in the distance and they'd be stopped.

When she made it to the building right as her aura dropped her heart did as well, but in less than a second, she barged through the glass doors and slammed it shut behind her with her feet.

"What are you doing here?" A voice met her as soon as she let Marcus down. She spun around and instinctively drew her sword. The boy, girl, whoever it was simply stared at her from behind locks of black hair that covered their eyes.

"Marcus Black," This one, definitely a girl, remarked as she walked out from behind the first one.

"D-Daisy." Marcus groaned as he fought to stand on his own, wincing each inch he made his body rise.

"Tell the former assassin to holster her weapon," Daisy demanded. "To hold it against us is against our code, even as a former assassin she must abide by it."

"Stand down, Neo," Marcus said and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We can trust them… these are the ones who owe me a favor."

"You? A favor?" The first one chuckled darkly. "Forgive me, but I do not believe that you are in the current state or rank to be pulling favors from either of us, let alone both."

"It doesn't matter, I still held the rank of Master Assassin." Marcus pointed out. "And I very well remember saving both of your lives from another assassin who had a little issue with the wardrobe that you provided them. What was it, a clothing malfunction?"

"Our provided gear is state of the art, we do not have malfunctions in our product."

"Officially, yes." Marcus pushed on as confidently as he could. Like him and Neo, Daisy and her twin brother, also named Daisy for some reason or another, are trained assassins. They weren't the same kind of assassin he was but they created and provided new gear to the more traditional assassins like him that went out and fulfilled contracts. Some expected heat and needed a little extra armour or stopping power, others needed more of a stealthy approach and needed darker clothing or shapeshifting cloth. Which as one could imagine, is an experimental clothing that changes color according to one's surroundings. They were a crucial part of the organization, everything such as ideas, new gear, and especially Atlesian tech went through them first. Then they modified it in such a way that it was property of the organization. At day they were a simple clothing store for both civilians and huntsman, mostly low key. At night, they were providers of certain goods. "But that 'officially' could be very easily changed as you know. Because I am the one who helped you keep your little problem two years ago under wraps. What was the contract? Top secret or some bullshit like that."

They had one major weakness, however, and that was clear as the two twins scrunched up what was revealed of their faces with contempt as he brought up their one mistake. They were way too prideful and saw themselves as perfectionists who could do nothing wrong.

"And what would you be asking of us, assuming that we would accept your request?" The male Daisy asked.

"I need medical aid," Marcus said, gesturing to his still bleeding wounds. "And a place to rest for about a week or so. I need to recover my aura and heal my wounds quickly before I can continue Anon's task for me."

"We are aware of said task," The girl Daisy remarked calmly. "Have you finally started it?"

Marcus glanced at Neo and she nodded her head, reassuring him to go on with his idea.

"Roman Torchwick is dead," Marcus told them. "I'm sure you've heard the news. Died in a train crash as a result of an ambush. He would have lived if it weren't for me," He lied expertly. "All it took was one shot to the back of the head when he wasn't expecting it., and then let the train do the rest of the work."

"Why would Neopolitan be working with you?" He was immediately questioned. "It was well known who was the muscle for the criminal, and from certain rumors, it was whispered that she was involved with him in more ways than one." Thankfully, he already had a response prepared for that.

"He had blackmail on her," Marcus placed a hand on Neo's shoulder to put up a show of her agreeing with him but secretly so that it would be easier for him to stand up straight.. She hid her disdain and emotions from Roman's death very well, and she nodded her head and smirked. Reinforcing the lie that they have prepared beforehand for this moment. "No Torchwick, no more blackmail. All evidence of it was destroyed."

"We see." The Daisy's looked to each other and mumbled. Trying to come up with a decision.

"If it helps, Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee were gravely injured in the train crash as well," Marcus said with a cocksure smile. "With any luck, a good amount of people on Anon's list are taken care of."

They didn't reply, but they didn't need to. They heard him and that was all that Marcus needed from them. His eyes felt heavy and his vision started to darken, beside him, Neo was getting more and more tense the longer it took for the Daisy's to make a decision. He tightened his grip on her softly, warning her not to do anything reckless. They needed the Wearhouse. If they couldn't get their support, then they would be caught and probably killed before they would even get to a court hearing.

He hated needing help from others, it always meant owing them something. He already owed Neo because of Torchwick, and he was banking on the Daisy's to not try and hold this over him in the future. If things worked out well, he'd get the medical treatment he needs and he'd never see them again.

When they both nodded their heads and looked back at them, Marcus felt his heart skip a beat.

"Because of your rank of Master Assassin," He let out a visible sigh of relief. "Whether it is former or no, we must uphold to your favor because of what you've done for us prior. As a condition, however, all favors and dues will be paid over in full and forgotten. This is a deal or no deal negotiation. Choose."

"I don't care, I accept." Marcus stopped hiding his pain and stumbled forward. "Just get me some damn help."

Male Daisy nodded and caught him by the shoulder, his twin sister going over to his other side and helping him on that side. Neo followed closely as they guided him to a row of clothes full of shirts on one side and pants on the other. All perfectly organized from the lightest shades of color to the darkest. They came to a stop a little bit less than halfway down the aisle, and both Daisy's held out their hands and grabbed the same shirt. Marcus was unsurprised by the rift that they tore open in the space where the shirt used to be, but he could tell that Neo was shocked at the utter unbelievable semblance that the twins managed to manifest.

There was no time to ask questions about it, however, on the other side of that rift was a bed and medical supplies beside it. The female Daisy walked in and helped Marcus through, then gestured for Neo to step in as well.

"I will spend seven days and seven nights treating your wounds with the best medicine and supplies we have to offer," Daisy said as her brother closed the rift behind them. "I can promise that your wounds will close once again before that time is up, but your aura is up to your own will. Will Neopolitan be needing treatment as well?"

"N-no," Marcus said as he laid in the bed.

Neo nodded her head in confirmation when Daisy looked back at her. She had no visible wounds, she was only out of aura. Which wouldn't take long to recover as long as she let her body rest and allow her soul to rejuvenate her aura.

"Alright then," Daisy prepared a syringe and made sure that there were no air bubbles in the light blue serum within the syringe. "This serum will make you sleep for the better part of the week. If there are any special requests that you want to make, make them now."

"If you have time, make sure my leg prosthetics are in good shape." Marcus requested.

Daisy looked down at his revealed legs and nodded her head. "I will do what I can, but I am no engineer." She said as she injected the serum into his arm.

Marcus winced at the searing pain as he felt the serum inject into his veins and get into an artery. The cool liquid worked it's way throughout his arm and shoulder before it got into his heart. Once it got there, he could feel his body falling asleep. The last thing he saw was Daisy putting on medical protective latex gloves and Neo taking a seat in a chair on the other side of the bed before everything went to black.

Unfortunately, his week-long sleep wouldn't be without its usual complications.

He could already feel the dream coming along, and it wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"Did you guys hear the news?" Yang asked her sister and Weiss as she laid down on her back looking at her scroll. Once she read the title of the latest scoop, she snapped up into a sitting position and pointed her scroll to the side so the others could see. "There was an ambush set up by the Headmaster and the General of Atlas, they managed to stop a terrorist attack that Marcus was involved in!"

That got her teammates attention and they suddenly paid a lot more attention to the news. The news went on to explain what had almost been a tragedy for all of Vale when one of the supposedly decommissioned trains in Mountain Glenn was repaired by the White Fang and Roman Torchwick and was filled with tons of dust and explosives. Their intention was to blow holes in the ruined city of Glenn and attract the Grimm and then blow another massive hole in Vale in order to cause chaos and take lives. The ones who were involved were, of course, the White Fang, Roman Torchwick, Neopolitan, and lastly, Marcus Black.

However, they were disappointed to hear that the one man who hadn't caused them an extreme amount of trouble was the one who was killed. Where Roman's body was found and confirmed dead, among the debris Marcus Black and Neopolitan was nowhere to be seen. Team RYS' excitement to hear of his demise was quickly diminished as the rest of the news hit them square in the gut. Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee and Team JNPR who were all sent on a training mission to Glenn found the train before it started and attempted to stop it but ultimately failed. Their conditions are all critical, and Pyrrha Nikos, Mistrals champion, had yet to awaken from her stress-induced coma.

"No…" Ruby said as the tears already began to form. "Why… why them?"

"T-they're still alive," Weiss pointed out, barely keeping it together herself. "There's nothing for us to worry about, it says here that they are getting the best treatment that Beacon can offer them. They'll be okay… They'll be okay." She repeated for her own benefit more than the others. She wasn't as close with JNPR as her other teammates were, at least not before Blake was killed. But they were always there for them when they needed them, and in these recent times, Weiss, like the rest of her team started to cling to them, worried for them. To hear this terrible news was just as impactful for her as it was for Ruby and Yang.

"Yeah, you're right," Yang pulled her sister and Weiss into a group hug. "They're all okay, and we'll see them as soon as we can. Right?"

"Of course," Ruby said as she nodded against her sister's chest. "As soon as we're allowed too, I'll talk to Ozpin about it when I can."

"Yeah…" Yang hugged them closer to her, tightening her hold.

Together, they would get through this, they all silently promised each other that weeks ago.

Ruby couldn't help but notice that everything about her life started to fall apart the moment Marcus Black barged into Vale. She didn't say this to Yang or Weiss, not even Qrow or the rest of her friends. But she hated him. She hated him for taking her semblance, for Weiss losing her sword, for giving her sister a concussion and for murdering Blake. She hated him for just then hurting her other friends along with her uncle and Weiss' sister. Was there just no end? When was he going to stop?

She swore that if Vale and Atlas didn't deal with him first, then she would. Semblance or not, he always hesitated before it came to hurt her, she could just use that to her advantage if she had to. She's being training relentlessly after all, so much so that her muscles hurt even now. She didn't need her semblance to be useful, she'd prove that. she'd prove that to him, to the headmaster, to her team, to everyone.

She swore that she would stop him.

Ozpin stopped himself before he could knock on Team RYS's dorm room door. He managed to hear the last few sentences right as he got there, and he couldn't bring himself to bring even more bad news to them.

They already knew the worst parts. Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee and their friends were in critical condition but are being treated. But Pyrrha Nikos… his choice of Fall Maiden, was still unconscious and has been since they took her to the hospital. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with her, only that her aura readings were off the charts, and not in a good way. Always staggering between empty and about a tenth of the way full.

He feared that Pyrrha came into contact with Marcus. He couldn't think of any other reason for this. He's had the displeasure of seeing Marcus' surviving victims in the form of Ruby Rose after she lost her semblance and Blake Belladonna in her fight against him in the CCT the day of the dance. Ruby's aura readings were the same once Qrow found her without her semblance, always staggering from empty to about an eighth of the way full for a few days until she was able to stabilize.

Pyrrha might have lost her semblance. Or at least partially. He wouldn't know until she woke up. He's never witnessed someone getting their semblance partially stolen, but if anyone could do it, even if it was by accident, it would be Marcus Black and his one of a kind semblance.

If Pyrrha lost her semblance, then making her the maiden would bring much more risk than originally planned. She'd still become the maiden and he would give the offer to her as soon as she wakes up, but she'd be less than half as powerful as he'd want her to be than if she had her semblance and became the maiden.

To his immense anger, Ozpin couldn't find Marcus' body, nor that of his associate, Neopolitan. Call him paranoid, but he'd never believe that Marcus Black was dead until he saw the body for himself or if enough time passes that it would be impossible for the assassin to be a threat anymore.

When he made it back to his office he was met with James, who shared his fears and frustrations and went even beyond that.

"How!?" The General asked as he slammed his fist, the bionic one, into his desk. "How could someone not only survive a train crash but also manage to escape from it while being undoubtedly wounded!? HOW?"

"Calm down, James," Ozpin tiredly told the General. "There's only so much we can do, and I did warn you that Marcus Black is very good at his job. He's probably escaped worse."

"Don't sing his praises, not now."

"I'm not." Ozpin's stone-cold tone had Ironwood shutting his mouth. "I am simply stating a matter of fact. We need to be able to face them, because if we can't take down a simple man, then how can we even begin to hope to take down Salem once and for all?" The old headmaster lectured him. "As much as I hate to admit it, my former student has proved himself to be much more dangerous than I thought him to be. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain, which makes him ten times more dangerous than any other human opponent. He's a psychopath."

"No, Tyrian Callows is a psychopath," Ironwood said through gritted teeth. "He doesn't make mistakes or allow himself to be cornered for long."

It was all a matter of perspective, Ozpin supposed. A psychopath didn't necessarily have to be a man like Tyrian, a man who seeks out danger and enjoys bring harm to others. Arthur Watts is a psychopath, and so is Hazel Rainart. They are both human and aren't nearly as insane as Tyrian is. Yet they are willing to sacrifice all of humanity to the Grimm if it meant getting their revenge. Marcus Black was a different breed of psychopath. He just didn't care. He didn't care for anyone but himself. Once upon a time, he wasn't like that, but the past was the past. The friends he promised he would protect two dozen years ago were now swearing to hunt him down and kill him. He would take semblances from anyone who stands in the way of what little he cares about, even from children like Ruby Rose. Even going as far as to murder them to send a message. Even if they managed to take him down, kill him, or capture him. What would that do besides make the world safer from just another killer? He wouldn't feel regret, remorse, or guilt. Such feelings weren't capable of forming within his mind anymore. He would just cease to exist, and something about that angered him. Nothing he could do to punish Marcus would mean anything if Marcus didn't care for it at the very start.

"Roman Torchwick was just a single piece in his game," Ironwood went on. "Just a pawn, expendable."

"I disagree," Ozpin said, Ironwood waited for him to explain. "Roman Torchwick may have been a pawn for him, but that doesn't mean that they weren't friends. Roman is- was, the last remaining member of Team Mobster, and he was Marcus' partner when he was still a student here at Beacon. They both abandoned the path of a huntsman after the tragedy of Mountain Glenn for similar reasons. Marcus lost his brother and therefore had no other reason to stay, and Roman was angry at the world and society for deeming it necessary and acceptable to kill all those people and huntsman and sweeping it under the rug. As heartless as Marcus may be, I do believe that he still valued Roman as a friend at the very least."

"Let's move on to the assumption that your hypothesis is correct. If you are right and Marcus did care for Roman, then that means that we've made a grave mistake not killing him when we could." Ironwood pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because we may have well just made this personal for him."

"Yes…" Ozpin sighed and shook his head. "We very well may have…"

A week passed and Marcus started to stir, his body was sore from all the treatment that Daisy put him through in order to heal his body, but he was thankful that it was a different kind of pain. A pain that told him that he was getting better instead of worse. His mind was still wracked with pain from the dreams he was forced to go through, all of the memories from his time at Beacon came back in full force, he wasn't repressing them anymore because there was just no need to. He knew what he did, and he knew what he was going to do now. Hiding it was pointless, and the lingering part of Summer's soul that lived within him made sure to constantly remind him about that.

He groaned as he tried pushing himself up to get a better angle to see what his surroundings were. He was still in the same room that Daisy brought him in earlier, and he was still in the same bed. Though he was wearing no clothes. It didn't bother him, he knew Daisy wouldn't have done anything like that and it was probably necessary in order to treat all of his wounds properly. At least he was covered by a blanket and she was kind enough to leave an extra set of clothes behind.

There was a note on the pile of clothes that were left for him, left by a 'Daisy M.'

"See this as a final parting gift to you, Marcus Black. I thank you for what you have done for us in the past, but I am afraid that we can never be seen with you again. Use this room as long as you'd like, the heat on your head is much too substantial to safely be around the Wearhouse and not expect trouble.

As a parting gift, and a goodbye, I made an upgrade to your clothing. According to my sister, your previous gear was terribly out of date. Unbefitting of a former Master-ranked Assassin. We left your pistol since it seemed you were attached to it according to the engraving M.B. on its side. But in this pile underneath this note is the most up to date gear I was able to put together for you.

I hope it serves you well, don't let either of us see you again.

From, The Wearhouse."

"Heh," Marcus took the note and ripped it apart. "Thanks, you little freaks." He whispered to himself as he let the pieces of paper fall to the ground, forgotten.

His wounds were definitely taken care of, there were still a few stitches here and there around his body, but he healed quickly. That was the pure skill of the female Daisy. She was able to put someone back together so easily, and the serums that she was able to create almost completely out of scratch was nothing short of a miracle. He was healed for the most part, but he could feel that his aura was still recovering. Something any human couldn't help was diverting strength from their aura to heal their wounds and also regenerate it at the same time. It just wasn't efficient, if he could control it he'd rather make his aura regenerate all the way before letting it heal the rest of his body. But such was probably too much to ask for. He never had time to specifically train on how to use his aura as more than just a shield, he spent too much time training and learning how to kill and all the basics about how to be an assassin to worry too much about it. Why would he have to when he was hardly caught in the first place? The only time it caused trouble was when a huntsman was around, but his offensive training was usually more than enough to take care of them.

He'd have to rest in bed for another day or so as he recovered the rest of his aura. He wasn't about to go out at half strength like this, not when Ironwood had Vale on high alert and had Huntsmen all over the place hunting him down. It was a recipe for disaster.

The sound of sniffling beside his bed grabbed his attention. If he didn't already know that it was Neo he might have reacted differently. But as he looked over, he saw something he never thought he'd ever see in his life. Neo was crying, holding a bowler hat in her hands as the tears dripped off her face and landed on said hat.

It was Roman's hat, Marcus recognized it immediately. His eyes softened and he felt his heart squeeze at the sight of it. He always wore that hat, he bought it from a store in Vale as a joke and he just kept it around for old times sake. Seeing Neo clutching it between her hands and crying on it just brought those memories back to life.

Roman… he was his partner, his friend. Marcus never forgot about him, he was the one person he left on good terms with before he became a full-time assassin for hire. It would have been twenty-odd years before he saw him again, after being revealed to be working with Cinder Fall along with most of the White Fang he seemed to make it his mission to bug him as much as possible. Well, aren't you a sight for perfectly healthy eyes? He remembered Roman saying when he first saw him, after all that time.

He chuckled at the memory. Roman was always lighthearted, even up to the moment of his death.

Marcus reached over and put his hand on Neo's shoulder, and threw his legs over the bed while keeping the covers on his lower boy to hide his modesty. Neo looked up and at him, into his black sorrowful eyes, and hung her head again. It was almost invisible, but Neo accepted his support as she cried a little more silently and leaned into his hand. He wasn't any good at comforting people, hell, he spent his entire life learning how to do anything but comfort people. That didn't mean he wouldn't try, however. Neo clearly needed someone right now, and it sucked for her that he was the only person in her life that she could lean on right now. And only because he used to be Roman's best friend.

"We have to go soon," He said softly as he squeezed her shoulder. "I'm going to rest for another day. But after that, we are going to be put on the clock." Neo looked up at him with a tearstained face, silently asking him what he meant. "I meant what I said when we escaped that train wreck. I am going to start sticking to my promises for once."

His face twisted with a certain memory. "It's all I have left now, and you want to avenge Roman… right?"

Neo nodded her head without question.

"Good… because I do too. And I happen to know who was the one who forced him into this in the first place." Marcus snarled. "All our lives, we lived to appease those who trained us. My father forced me to become an assassin, and the world made Roman into a criminal. Cinder forced us to work under her, manipulated us, used us. No more. I won't let it happen anymore." Marcus looked straight into Neo's eyes. "I don't know about you, but I think it's time to use these skills that we were taught for our own reasons. Don't you agree?"

Neo hesitated, knowing where he was going with this. She might have not agreed with him and he'd never know if she was just still here because it was Roman's last wish for her or if she just wanted revenge for his death but that didn't matter. She wiped the tears off her face and nodded her head again. Giving him her answer.

"I know just where to start…" Marcus continued. "But I am going to need your help, I won't be able to do this alone. It might still be impossible, but I've lived this long so far. So I'm going to make the best of what time I have left."

"Before we can get to Cinder we have to make sure that we won't just be forced back into the organization. In order to do that… well… there won't be an organization to be forced back to if there wasn't one, to begin with."

Neo widened her eyes with shock, she moved one hand up and spoke to him in sign language. Asking him if he was really going to go throat with that idea.

"Yeah," Marcus said in a low growl. "Yeah, I am going to go through with that idea. Let's go visit a few old friends Neo. I have just the plan, but it's going to take everything in order to do this."

"We're going to need an army, and thankfully, I have the number to two."

Oh ho ho! What could Marcus possibly mean by that? I guess we'll have to wait and see until future chapters to find out. Ooo I am tingling with excitement! This is the part of the story I was looking forward to the most, just wait and see what I mean. You'll understand.

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