AUTHORS NOTE: Hello my friends! Hope you are all well! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the preview chapter – you made my week! I was worried for a couple days there that I was losing my mojo, but turns out I just had the flu and my brain was incapable of imagining things for a few days. Lol.
Anyways, this chapter is jam packed with adventure – and I mean packed. I wanted to put a flashback in for a little Karamel loving, but just didn't have the space – but don't worry, next chapter will have some Karamel goodness. A lot happens in this chapter, and I'm really excited to hear your guys thoughts!
Chapter 7:
EARTH 1:
"How's he doing?" Barry asked, approaching the bed where Caitlin was checking Mon-El's vitals.
"Really well. I think he should wake up soon." Caitlin said. "I'm actually not sure why he hasn't woken up yet."
"Oh?" Barry asked as though he had actual understand of the living body – let alone alien anatomy.
"His Scans came back clean, at least all the ones we could. All that weird black stuff is gone, that weird spiral has faded from his forehead, heartbeat and oxygen levels are strong. Of course I don't actually know what an appropriate level of either of those are for a Daxamite are so..."
"Right." Barry nodded, looking at the man who has quickly become his friend. "So basically we're just playing a giant guessing game?"
"Basically." Caitlin smiled at the speedster.
"You don't need to guess anymore." A quiet voice said, drawing their attention. Mon-El fluttered his eyes open, his two friends coming into view. During his short time on this earth, he'd already woken up in a hospital bed twice – it was quickly becoming a habit he didn't want to keep.
"How ya feeling Mon-El?" Caitlin asked, as the alien sat himself up.
"Honestly I feel great." He said, swinging his feet off the edge of the bed so he could come to a stand.
"What the kind of earth magic is this?"
"Whoa whoa, not so fast!" Caitlin said, and he allowed himself to be pushed back into seated position.
"Sorry." He smiled charmingly, allowing her to run some simple tests on him.
"So...did anything happen while you were asleep?" Barry asked, never wanting to miss even the slightly piece of information – plus his vitals had been really weird while he'd slept.
"Actually yea. Well, yes and no. So the first night I landed here, after that first fight with Voltor, I had this weird dream that I was on another planet with Kara. I just figured it was cause I missed her, and I'm on a new planet, but it felt so...real. Then, after Voltor injected me with that thing and I passed out, it was like I was stuck in that place. Kara would come and go, but I stayed that. Eventually it all went black though, so I don't know, maybe it was all a dream."
"Interesting. Are there any species of aliens that can connect people across dimensions and put them in alternative realities?"
"There's a few that can create links, for sure..."
Barry was about to respond when Cisco entered the room, a giant smile on his face.
"Dude!" He exclaimed, spreading his hands wide in excitement. "You're alive!"
"Didn't think It would be that easy to get rid of me now, did you?" Mon-El smiled.
"I've got an epic surprise for you!" The Latino exclaimed, and excitement filled Mon-El's chest, causing the monitors that were tracking his heartbeat to speed up. Mon-El looked at Caitlin hopefully, causing the doctor to roll her eyes.
"Everything looks great. Better than great actually, you can go." She smiled, and Mon-El jumped off the bed like an excited kindergartner. Quickly Caitlin pulled the monitors off his chest, throwing him the flash t-shirt Barry had given him days before. Using his super-speed Mon-El put on the shirt, before dashing out of the room, Barry's lightening bolt right behind him.
"Hey no fair!" Cisco called after them, taking off into a run "do you guys even know where you're going?"
"What is it?" Mon-El asked through a smile, as Cisco entered the room, Caitlin following closely behind.
"Super-speeds is kind of useless when you don't know what room to go into, isn't it?" He snarled. both men rolled their eyes, allowing Cisco to take lead.
"Alright where to?" Barry asked.
"Follow me!" Cisco said, predicatively heading into his work shop.
"Well, we could've figured that out...Dude..." Mon-El gasped, his eyes widening as they fell on a glass case that was holding what he assumed was his super-suit. "How'd you make so fast?"
"Hey now, I've got superpowers of my own." Cisco smiled. "Also, you were asleep for a really long time."
Mon-El smiled, taking in the site of his new suit. It was a well fitted black material, similar to the texture of Kara's, with the exception of the chest piece which was a slightly lighter grey charcoal. He had boots that buckled to just below his knees, gloves and a cape that rested on his back – all matching the tone of the vested chest. They all seemed to shimmer like metal. The only piece of colour on the suit, was the Small yellow and red house of El code of armours that would sit right above his heart. He loved it. So would Kara.
"Wow. Cisco...this is...thank you..." Mon-El said bringing the man into a slightly too firm hug.
"One more thing." Cisco gasped, his lungs having nearly just been crushed, as he pulled away. "I know on your earth you guys are big on using a pair of glasses to hide your identity, which I really don't get by the way, but here."
Cisco pulled out a cap, that looked almost identical to the hood that was built into Barry's suit, except in the charcoal colour.
"Just until we defeat Voltor, and figure out your lead allergy problem." Cisco explained. "All these fabrics are fireproof, lead proof, and weird alien mineral and parasite proof."
"Wow." Mon-El repeated, unsure what else to say.
"So you want to try it on man?" Mon-El nodded eagerly, taking the suit from Cisco as he took it from its cabinet. Barry showed Mon-El into a small change room that he didn't know existed on the side of the lab.
After changing Mon-El stood back, looking at himself in the mirror, leaving the cap off temporarily. Cisco really had outdone himself. The suit was tight, revealing his muscles and other features. Had he not been a Daxamite he might have been embarrassed. He turned, revelling in the way the cape swished behind him. He could get used to this.
Mon-El smiled sadly, wishing Kara could see him now. She would be so proud. He'd also have to see if Cisco could make her a suit, just in case she was actually dealing with the same problem he was.
"How ya doing in there buddy?" Barry asked, knocking gently on the door. Mon-El strode out, pride beaming off him with each step.
"Dude." Cisco gasped, seeing his work come together. "You. Look. Awesome."
"You couldn't have made any tight, could you?" Caitlin asked, sarcasm dripping off her tongue.
"What!" Cisco said defensively. "The ladies love a man in spandex."
"Okay then..." Barry said giving Cisco a weird look. "You look awesome man."
"One last piece!" The Daxamite smiled, slipping the dark cap over his head.
"Now that, is a guy I wouldn't want to mess with." Cisco stated proudly. Before Mon-El could respond a series of high pitched beeps rang through the room, causing Cisco to jump to the monitor. "Oh oh oh! You wanna test it out? There's an attack on 1st ave and Elton street!
"Oh definitely." Mon-El grinned looking at Barry. Barry nodded, and the two men sped from the building.
"I don't think you should..." Caitlin called after Mon-El, wishing the alien would give himself some time to rest before entering the field again, but he was already long gone.
"What?" Cisco asked from underneath her stare of irritation. "You're the one who said he was fine."
XXX – EARTH 38
Kara stood, nervously staring at the entrance to Catco. She knew she had to go in, but fear held her in her place. The last time she'd been here she had run out of a meeting, Snapped telling her to get back.
After that altercation she'd be lucky if she even had a job to come back to.
"You can do this." She muttered to herself, stepping forward and pushing the door open. After a quick ride on the elevator she stepped off, ready to face whatever Snapper was about to give her. With forced confidence she walked past who co-workers, who were all looking at her warily. Did they know something she didn't?
Clearing her throat she stopped in front of her destinations desk, causing him to look up at her.
"Nice of you to show up Danvers." He grunted, dropping the proof of the article he was working on his desk. "Didn't realize you still wanted to work here."
Kara cringed, following him at a slow run as he walked into the cubicle's.
"What of course I want to work here."
"Really, cause rookie reporters that what to be taken seriously generally don't run out during meetings. You trying to commit career suicide?"
"What no...I had an...emergency." Kara winced at her words. She really should have thought about what she was going to say to him through more clearly. Snapper glared at her from over his shoulder, as she continued to follow him.
"Grant!" He called, irritation living in his voice as they turned into her office.
"Snapper. Keira." She said looking up from her desk. "How-"
"Are you trying to play some kind of joke on me?" The man sneered.
"Excuse me?" Cat gasped, as if it were it were insidious that she would do such a thing.
"This-this-this..." Snapper stammered, arm flailing in Kara's direction. She winced again, he must be furious if he was stuttering.
"What about Ms. Danvers?" Cat asked, her voice bored and monotone.
"What game are you playing, forcing me to hire someone as unreliable as her?"
"Has not Ms. Danvers been under your hire for a year now Snapper?" Cat sighed.
"Yes..." He hissed.
"And has she not..." Kara's mind wandered, as she watched her two bosses argue about her. Something felt weird all of a sudden. She breathed in deeply, breath feeling unusually short as her vision blurred in front of her.
"Keira," a voice called, bringing her back to reality. "I asked you a question."
She holstered her attention back to Cat and Snapper, who were staring at her.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Kara asked, feeling the embarrassment rise in her cheeks.
"See what you've given me to work with Cat? She can't even pay attention to a simple question, how am I supposed to turn her into a read worthy reporter?" Snapper grunted as if Kara had just proved his points.
Cat on the other hand stared at Kara, concern evident in her gaze.
"Just repeat the question." The blonde spoke through gritted teeth. Her ears began to painfully ring in her head, the room spinning around her. She saw Snapper speak, but through the chaos currently occurring in her body she was unable to make out the words.
"What?" She managed to ask, unsure if her words came out in English or Kryptonian – or if they were even coherent. Kara gasped suddenly, a wave of what she assumed was dizziness causing her to stumble forward. She caught herself on the glass table in the centre of Cat's office, crushing it with uncontrolled alien force.
"Danvers', you okay?" Snapper asked, his annoyed demeanour turning into concern.
"Yea-" She breathed heavily, her heart feeling like it was about to erupt from her chest as she attempted to stand. Kara's legs shook as she gripped the frame of the table as she made her way to standing. Despite her efforts to control herself, the metal bent and warped under her hands, and she gritted her teeth. A broken table she could just pass off as cheap material, but warped metal would be much harder to explain.
"I need to get out of here." She managed to get out through the pain that reverberated through her entire body. Worriedly she turned, she quickly made her way to the elevator. She stopped in front of it, afraid that she couldn't control herself enough to press the button without crushing it.
"Kara!" A voices called, and the blonde turned back to see Ms. Grant and Snapper following her in the distance. Thankfully just then the doors opened, and one of her co-workers stepped off.
"Should we call 911?" She heard Snapper ask, to which Cat gave a resounding "NO!"
Relieved Kara stepped into the elevator, asking the man still occupying it to press the button for the roof through her shaky pained voice. The doors somehow miraculously closed before Cat and Snapper got to the elevator – now all she had to do to was get to the roof and fly to the DEO.
Kara hissed, another shock-wave of pain erupting through her chest, body swaying.
"Hey, are you okay?" The other lift occupant asked, concern in his eyes. Kara forced a smile, and nodded in his direction.
"Okay..." he spoke slowly, unconvinced as the elevator beeper. "Well this is my floor."
She forced a smiled again, nodding as he left. As soon as the doors closed, she let out a pained groan that she had been holding in.
"What is happening?" She asked herself, as the elevator moved finally bringing her to the roof. Stumbling forward she walked onto the helicopter pad, hands moving to the buttons of her shirt so she could become Supergirl. The first few buttons ripped off at her touch, much to her frustration. Before she could reach the rest, a high pitched buzz began pounding in her head and Kara found herself dropping to her knees. She clutched her firsts against the pavement, unable to hold back a scream. Stomach wrenching inside her Kara found herself coughing, gagging until her stomach emptied whatever had been inside. Blue eyes widened as she took in the contents of her stomach – a mass of what appeared to be black spider webs laid in front of her.
Kara let out a distressed moan, allowing herself to roll to her back, body shaking. She was in trouble. There was no way she could fly in her current state, and no way she could go get help. Her vision began to spot, as she gasped her way through another bout of chest pain.
"Kara!" She heard through all the pounding and ringing in her head, and the blonde turned her head to see Cat running towards her, Snapper following closely behind. Her hand came to her chest immediately, trying to cover the Supergirl emblem currently exposed on her chest. The fabric disintegrated under her uncontrolled fingers, and she sighed. Above her Snappers eyes widened, and Cat came to kneel next to her.
"Don't touch me." She managed to say through shaky voice. Cat nodded taking in the aliens sight. She didn't even look like the same person she had mere minutes ago. Her lips had grown a dark black, black veins had appeared all over her viable skin. Right up to her finger tips. Something was clearly very wrong.
"Kara. Look at me." Cat said, making eye contact with her. "Can I call someone for you?"
Kara nodded, body shaking violently.
"M-my sister, Alex. She'll know who to contact."
"Where your phone?" Cat asked, Snapper still hovering above them - shocked into silence.
"In my pocket." She managed to say, and Cat began to move to get it. Kara bolted away. "No! I could hurt you, I'll get it."
Cat nodded, watching as Kara trembled, hand reaching into her pocket. As soon as her hand pulled the device from her pocket, the phone shattered - unable to withstand the pressure of her super strength.
"See that's why you can't touch me." She tried to joke, hoping it would ease Cats mind.
"Are you fucking serious?" Snapper grunted from above them, "Danvers, is Supergirl? Danvers!"
Cat rolled her eyes at him before continuing on.
"What's her number?" Cat asked, pulling out her own phone. Kara managed to stutter her way through her sisters number, watching dizzily as Cat presses the phone to her ear.
"Hello, Alex, this is Cat Grant calling."
EARTH 1 - XXX
Mon-El smiled, as his body gracefully moved through the air. No, he still wasn't able to fly – which had made him question Cisco's decision to give him a cape, but after so long lying in bed, the movement felt amazing. He landed on top of the skyscraper, eyes fixed on the creature he recognized floating in the sky above him. Behind him a red blur skidded to a stop, both men ready for action.
"It's a Haldite." Mon-El told the speedster, not taking his eyes off the alien.
"A what..?" Barry asked.
"A Haldite. My family use to use them as slave labour back on Daxam. They aren't the most intelligent and can be bribed into the worst of trade deals which is why my parents liked them so much."
"Slaves?" Barry asked. There was certainly a lot he didn't know about Mon-El. Perhaps he had been too quick to trust this man?
"Later man. The wings propelling him right now aren't actually part of his anatomy, but a fixture Daxamite engineers designed to help them move things across the planet faster. Their greatest strength is their strength, so we used that to our advantage. Our best bet to catch him is to turn the device off."
"He doesn't appear to be attacking anyone." Barry pointed out, as the alien continued to hover there.
"I know. I'll go up there and see if I can get him to land – if not I'll turn the device off and we'll start falling."
"You sure that's a good idea?"
"No. But you got anything better?"
"No."
"Alrighty then." Mon-El said with a nod before leaping into the air, hopeful that the Haldite wouldn't panic and fly away when he saw him coming.
Mon-El approached, the Haldite fluttering in panic as he grabbed onto the aliens back and pulled himself to straddle its back.
"Hey buddy." He said, reaching forward and patting its neck gently. Though the Haldite's were able to communicate through their limited language skills, their intelligence left them at the level of a 3 year old child - so he treated him so. "What are you doing up here?"
"I don't know." The Haldite told him, and Mon-El had no trouble believing him. Another alien could have easily manipulated him into coming up here without explanation.
"Would It be okay if we landed on the ground?"
"I not allowed."
"No? Ok...who sent you here?"
"Uh...man." His voice was low and gruff, giving Mon-El an unwanted feeling of nostalgia from his home planet.
"Can to tell me which man?" He tried again.
"Family...is here for you."
"What does that mean?" Mon-El asked confused.
"I...uh..." Mon-El sighed, he'd had enough of this. There was no way this alien could tell him what he wanted.
"Flash!" He called, looking over the beast to see the red suited man looking up at them. "We're coming down, clear the pedestrians!"
"Got it!" Barry yelled back, disappearing in a red streak.
"Sorry about this." Mon-El winced, wishing there was another option. His hands reached forward, fingers tapping the all too familiar sequence to disable the device. The Haldite panicked immediately, body flailing at the sudden loss of flight as they plummeted to the ground.
"It's okay, I got you." Mon-El tried to assure him, as he carefully climbed his way threw the flailing limbs, so he was under the Haldite's belly, ready to take the impact of their fall. "You're gonna be okay."
"I die!" The alien screamed at him, and Mon-El stretched his arms to each of his hands, gasping tightly before dropping his feet in preparation to brace their fall.
The ground came quickly, the impact and force causing them both to tumble on impact. Chunks of pavement flew into the air as Mon-El sprang back to his feet, Barry appearing by his side.
"You try kill me!" The Haldite bellowed angrily. "Why kill me?"
The fat red and blue triceratops looking creature charged at them, both hero's ready to jump into action.
"No! Stop!" A loud, but somehow small voice yelled, as small footprints ran across the pavement, causing the Haldite to rear back in surprise. "Roman stop!"
"Estra! This man try kill Roman. Man bad."
"No Roman. This is the man we have been looking for all this time. He's the one that's going to help us."
Mon-El blinked, frozen in his fight position. The little girl standing between him and Barry and the Haldite could be nothing other than a green Martian. She could also be no older than 10, which meant...
Also, what had she meant by "the man we've been looking for. He's the one that's going to help us." Mon-El looked at Barry, hoping that he had some clue of what to do, but Barry looked just as dumbfounded as he felt.
"Your highness, Mon-El, prince of Daxam." A gruff voice called from behind him, and Mon-El winced – his former title causing him to draw within. Despite this Mon-El turned around to see a breed of alien he didn't recognize, but could only describe as beautiful, approaching him. The alien was a tall blue humanoid, with a crown of horns around his head. Donned in silver armour, he moved like a warrior as he came forward, hands hidden behind his back.
Pedestrian onlookers were suddenly pushed aside of dozens of aliens began to move forward. Men, women, children, species of aliens he had only ever read about were standing in front of them.
"Your highness, you do us a great honour. We have travelled many galaxies, dimensions and worlds to return this to you." The blue alien spoke, dropping to his knee. The rest of the aliens standing in front of him followed suit, each bowing their head respectfully at their chosen prince. The blue alien released his hands from behind his back, lifting the crown he had hidden in front of him. "Please accept this gift as our thanks."
Mon-El's jaw dropped. That wasn't any old crown. That was the exact crown he had worn as the prince on Daxam. It was one of the things he'd used to get as much sex and drugs as he'd wanted. He cringed just thinking of it. He blinked in silence once again, trying to find the words that would release these people from their bow.
"Dude what is going on?" Barry asked, mouth barely moving.
"Uuuuh..." was all Mon-El managed to get out.
EARTH 38 - XXX
Alex stood starring at the monitors at the DEO. It had been unnervingly slow, and she hated to admit it she was starting to feel the need to hit something. She paced, almost willing some excitement to come into existence when her phone rang. Her eyebrows knitted together, the number one she didn't recognize.
"Hello?" She asked into the earpiece.
"Hello Alex, this is Cat Grant calling."
"I'm sorry what?" She said, wanting to make sure she'd heard right. The look of confusion on her face causing both Winn and J'onn to walk over to her concerned.
"You heard me perfectly." The woman on the other end of the line tutted.
"Alex..." She heard Kara's voice come into the speaker.
"Kara?" Alex asked, even though she knew who it was.
"Something weird is happening...I need you to send-" The voice cut off, a scream she unmistakably recognized as Kara's distorting in her ear.
"Where is she?" J'onn asked deeply. Alex, nodded, repeating the question into the phone. Alex was about to yell her location to the Martian, but he fled, having hear it telepathically.
As he ran he morphed into his Martian skin before jumping through the window and into the sky. J'onn didn't think he'd flown as quickly since the day he'd landed on earth. Mere moments passed before he landed on the roof of Catco, dashing towards Kara.
"What happened to her?" He asked Cat, crouching down to the woman he considered a daughter.
"I don't know. We were standing in a meeting and she was perfectly fine and -"
Kara let out a loud groan, fist pounding into the pavement, which cracked slightly, as she flipped herself to her knees.
"Don't move Supergirl." J'onn cautioned, as the blonde began gasping and coughing for air. Her gags continued until another bout of spider web like material was hurled onto the pavement.
Kara felt her body weakening, as she collapsed back onto the ground.
"Help me..." She whispered, closing her eyes in exhaustion.
"Is this really happening right now?" A voice that belonged to Snapper mumbled in befuddlement.
"Oh snap out of it Lucas." Cat yelled, as J'onn looked at him, confused why he was even there. There would be a lot of covering up to do...
"Supergirl..." J'onn said, earning a tired grunt in response. "I'm going to pick you up and take you somewhere safe now, okay?"
Her bruised jaw flush against the pavement, she nodded tiredly.
"Okay."
J'onn flipped her into her back carefully as Kara began to slur in Kryptonian, her consciousness beginning to slip away. The Martian lifted one arm under her back, and the other under he knees, carefully picking the curiously ill girl up in his arms.
"Thank you for calling." J'onn nodded at Cat before jumping into the sky. Ms. Grant and Snapper stood there, awed as they watched them depart. As soon as they were out of view, Cat turned to the man left on the balcony with her, arms folding firmly over her chest.
"You think of publishing any part this for even a second I will destroy you."
Snappers eyes bugged out of his head.
EARTH 1 - XXX
"My liege?" The blue alien asked, concerned that Mon-El had yet to acknowledge their presence.
"Good sir, please rise." Mon-El finally spat out. "And tell your people to...rise also."
Mon-El winced. He was just as terrible a prince as he always was. He couldn't even address a subject properly. Not that he asked for this.
"Of course, your highness." He nodded in respect as he stood, gesturing his people to stand as well. The unaccepted crown hang at his side, crowd looking on in anticipation.
"Thank you. Now can you please tell me what has led you and your people to believe that I am your prince?"
"Because it has been foretold!" An excited voice Mon-El immediately recognized as belonging to Estra said. The little girl bounced forward, pink dress springing with each step as Roman followed behind. "In the ancient prophecy!"
"Estra. Know your place." The blue alien hissed, and Estra shrunk back, dropping to her knees, tears welling in her eyes at her error. Mon-El moved to step forward to talk to Estra, but the blue alien stepped in front of him protectively.
"My prince," He gulped nervously. "Please. Forgive her, she's just a little girl."
"Hey hey., I'm not going to hurt her." Mon-El said, hands gesturing in front of him dramatically. "I just want to speak to her."
The alien nodded nervously stepping aside to allow him through.
"I won't hurt you." Mon-El promised, coming to eye level with the ready eyed Martian child. "What's this prophecy thing you mentioned before?"
"It's-"
"Guys! We have a big problem!" Mon-El jumped at the sudden intrusion of Cisco's voice in his head. He really wished the genius had mentioned there were coms in the cap.
"A problem bigger than this?" Barry asked Cisco incredulously.
"Um yes. Well maybe...uh. I think so?" Cisco stuttered.
"We'll be right there." Barry assured. Mon-El sighed, standing up – so much for answers.
"Sir." Mon-El addressed the blue alien. "What is your name?"
"It is Lancet, my prince."
"We have just been informed of a crisis we need to attend to, and have to leave. Can we meet tomorrow to discuses this, uh, situation?"
"On my honour." Lancet bowed his head slightly.
"Meet me back here tomorrow at noon, and we will find somewhere to speak in private." Mon-El said, his princely ties coming out more with each word he spoke. He hated himself momentarily for it. The Daxamite moved his left wrist forward, offering it to Lancet – the way Daxamites would regard diplomats and royalty with respect and honour.
Lancet looked at his wrist for a moment, as if wondering if he was worthy of such a gesture, before taking his forearm in his own and grasping it tightly.
"Thank you." Mon-El said, thankful for an excuse to get out of this highly uncomfortable scene.
"Good to go?" Barry asked giving him a double thumbs up.
"Hell yes." Mon-El whispered, dread clenching his heart about what had just happened, and what was about to come. Using all the speed he managed, he leapt into the sky, towards Star Labs. Just seconds ahead of him Mon-El saw Barry woosh into the laboratory, Mon-El following closely behind.
"So what the heck was that all about?" Barry asked as the alien slid to a stop in front of him.
"What?" Mon-El asked, causing Barry to look at him like he was stupid. "Oh that little thing..."
"They kept calling you prince. I mean when Voltor did it I just thought he was making fun of you but...why did they keep calling you prince?"
"Because I am a prince. Well was. Not anymore. Nope. Never again." Barry raised his eyebrows at Mon-el,
"So why do they think you're their prince then? And what was that whole prophecy thing they were talking about?"
"Dude, I honestly have no idea whats going on."
"Guys! What are you doing just standing here?" Cisco asked, barging into the front entrance where Barry and Mon-El were talking. "I said emergency."
"Well, actually you said huge problem, so really how were we supposed to know?" Mon-El teased, as they followed him into the laboratory.
"Sorry man, what happened?" Barry asked genuinely.
"I had a vibe guys. Its Kara. She's in trouble."
AUTHORS NOTE:
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