Black as Knight.
Oooooh! Chapter 14 guys! Only 4-5 chapters left methinks! ;D
Scary thought, ne?
Sorry it's kind of shorter than normal too, but there's a lot of info going in. PM me if you don't get anything. =P
On with the chapter! (P.S; NEW YORK IS AWESOME! IF YOU GET THE OPPORTUNITY, GO!)
A date had been set up only two days after the trial of Donquxiote Doflamingo had been held, the man in question having been clapped in heavy seastone irons the moment that the authorities had laid hands on him and not been let out of them since. And so it was that on a rainy day near the end of January, Zoro and the Mugiwara gang found out what Mihawk had meant by a 'public example' when on British television and radio, the following announcement was heard to be announced;
"Donquxiote Doflamingo. You are sentenced to be taken hence to the prison in which you were last confined and from there to a place of execution where you are to be beheaded and thereafter your body and bones to be salted and burned before being buried within the precincts of the prison. And may the Lord have mercy upon your soul."
On a Tuesday morning those two days later, the agents were sent to the Tower of London, where they stood guard in a rather large radius around a small wooden platform which had a small block of wood stationed directly in the centre of it with a slightly rounded groove at the top of the block on one side, and to the left was a solid length of chopped off tree trunk with an axe biting down into it with its finely sharpened and cleanly glinting blade.
A huge crowd of London people turned out to see the event, rushing through the streets of London and crowding around the platform, some of the rougher, more adventurous kids jumping up and down to get even a glimpse of the platform as they all waited in the rain. The richer people were stood in places higher up so that they could get a better view, their umbrella's looking like a wall of black as the rain ran off the tops like tears falling from heaven.
Zoro was stood next to a grim looking Aokiji, whose hands were clasped behind him as he watched the executioner, a plump yet muscled man with a black hood over his face with two narrow eye holes, step forward and test the axe out by chopping the block of wood it had been sat in into two before lifting it upwards and resting it comfortably over one shoulder.
Around the platform, the more seasoned agents wore similar expressions to that of Aokiji's. The Mugiwara's all looked slightly tense from where they were stood in their black agent uniforms, finding that they could not help themselves from watching the grizzly tale unfold as it began to start.
The crowd hushed as the royal family stepped up onto a separate wooden platform with chairs that had been specially provided for them to give them a good view of the spectacle. As King Lucci sat, Hancock, Smoker, Kaya and Robin gracefully followed suit. Lucci and his elegant queen waited patiently as a rolling drum beat announced the arrival of the prisoner being dragged out. Smoker could not keep the look of contemptuous victory off of his face, whereas a calm and collected Robin found her hand being tightly gripped by a very pale looking hand belonging to Kaya, whose face looked so ill due to what she was about to see, that her skin was akin to that of white parchment.
As Doflamingo was brought up onto the platform in his seastone shackles that kept his hands tight behind his back, the executioner walked up to the side of him and pressed a hand down on his shoulder to try and force him to his knees in front of the wooden block. When he would not go willingly, Zoro could have sworn that he saw the executioner's mask tighten in what would have been a grin from underneath it. Keeping his hand on Doflamingo's shoulder, the executioner kicked his ankles out from under him so that he fell heavily onto the wood, everyone hearing the crack of bones in the silence as Doflamingo's knees met the platform painfully so that he screamed in pain.
Seeming to enjoy his power, the executioner grabbed fistful of Doflamingo's blonde hair and wrenched him forwards so that his neck was strung out over the wooden block, his chin resting gratefully in the groove on one side of the block. Although Doflamingo had his purple sunglasses covering his eyes, Zoro felt sure that the criminal was glaring up at him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a little as he continued to watch with a forced blank look on his face.
The drum roll stopped as the executioner lifted the axe into the air over his black hooded head, rainwater streaming down the blade as it flashed and swung down through the air.
There were gasps of horror and a few womanly screams that were muffled behind hands as the sickening crunch of the axe's blade sliced through the spine that travelled up the back of the neck that now no longer performed the duty of holding up a human's head.
Some people looked away, such as Ussop and Nami. Others fled the scene. Or closed their eyes before the strike. Ace had put a hand over Sabo's eyes at the last second, not wanting the kid to see. Luffy stared, his body completely stiff before reaching up and pulling his straw hat low over his eyes.
Zoro kept his eyes trained on the sight, unable to break his gaze away from the image that would be forever imprinted in his mind. A few moments later and by sheer will he tore his eyes away from the scene and turned his head to look at Princess Robin. She was in the position he had just freed himself from, unable to look away but looking as calm as ever, the only thing giving her away being the fact that she was now gripping Kaya's hand in return.
Glancing back at the platform, Zoro managed to look back just as Doflamingo's severed head was raised into air, the wind whipping the blood away and driving it into the stone cobbles where the horrified crowd stood watching, the blood mixing with the rain as it trailed a path over the stones.
No real action was then reported for approximately five months, during which time most trained, or used the rare time to relax a little if and when they could. At one point, Zoro summoned the courage to go to Mihawk and ask if he would be allowed to watch over Princess Robin once more, but the request was flat out refused. Zoro didn't push the matter like he once would have done, knowing that it would get him nowhere and that Mihawk would only find a suitable punishment for him even trying.
Near the end of May, there was a commotion in the courtyard when Kizaru and Kaku raced by Zoro in a corridor with Shanks in the lead, Shanks shouting orders to the other two as he himself turned down a corridor which Zoro knew lead to Mihawk's office.
Curious, he ran after the two devil fruit users and followed them, meeting Ace along the way. "Oi, Ace. The hell's going on?" He asked in an undertone as they made their way towards the doors that led outside into the courtyard.
Ace shrugged as Ussop joined behind them. "I don't know. I just heard a riot and figured that something was happening, kind of like you." He admitted.
"I know." Ussop chimed in, making them glance back at him in surprise. "Apparently some group of agents on patrol got attacked head on and just got back."
Zoro snorted. "Ussop, now I know that's a lie. No one just walks up to an agent and attacks them. Especially not a grou..." He trailed off as they jogged into the centre of the courtyard to where a huge golden Buddha version of Sengoku was stood, his form dented in several places which showed that he had indeed been attacked as well as the fact that he was breathing heavily.
Kaku knelt down to where Sengoku had laid three figures on the ground, touching their necks and wrists a few seconds after Chopper did, seeing as the reindeer had been already called out onto the scene for doctoring purposes. The three agents, Crocodile, Jozu and Kuro were unmoving, and Chopper ordered Kaku to have the three of them sat up against him in his giraffe form so that he could take the pulses again just to make sure.
The other agents watched as Sengoku shrunk back down to his normal size, bruised and bleeding, but not as badly as the other three. "I can barely comprehend what happened myself." Sengoku told Kizaru. "One minute we were patrolling down by the river Thames and checking on a little scrap between two drunk young boys, and the next we were being ambushed by at least two hundred men and women, firing at us with seastone bullets and other such weapons. They knew how to handle themselves. Dressing like normal people that you find everyday on the streets, but trained and armed to the teeth. We went down quickly after a few good attacks. I only just managed to get us out of there."
Sengoku sank to his knees and closed his eyes in despair as Chopper looked over with tears starting to gather in his eyes. "S-Status report." He stuttered, making Ussop walk over to him and rest a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Agent Crocodile and agent Kuro are d-down, cause of death being k-killed in a-a-action. Jozu can be s-saved, but time is limited."
At that moment, Mihawk swept into the courtyard with Shanks trotting behind him at a quick march, his eyes troubled. "Sengoku, when you are healed I would like a full report on exactly what happened, with every detail. I want nothing left out in your description." He ordered.
"H-Hawk-Eyes..." Jozu managed to croak out, immediately drawing the man down to his side with an intent yet blank face. "They bore the mark. Every one of them did. The tattoo..."
Mihawk's eyebrow's knitted together in confusion. "Speak clearly and explain what you mean."
"His mark...On their arms or faces...The dragon's claw was tattooed on each of them." Jozu continued, his throat breaking due to how dry it was. "Mihawk...Dragon is on the move."
Time seemed to freeze as Mihawk's entire body locked in place, his keen yellow eyes almost unseeing until they flashed with a mixture of menace, anger and something akin to danger. Standing up abruptly, Mihawk began to bark out orders in a controlled, calm voice, which had everyone immediately on edge.
"Kaku. Chopper. Clear the dead and attend to the wounded with Doctorine. Shanks, I want every strong agent on the streets in no less than ten minutes. I will take one half on horseback, you take the others on foot. You know what we're looking for. Give no mercy. But make no mistake, I want Dragon alive."
Shanks nodded so that his red hair fell in front of his face a little. Then he turned and started to call out names. "Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Thatch, Whitebeard, Aokiji, Kizaru, Coby. I want you with me on foot. Grab what you need and meet me back here in no more than three minutes." He directed, getting answering shouts of understanding as they disappeared to do so.
Casting his eyes over the sea of now gathered agents, Mihawk seemed to pick out Zoro after less than a few seconds. "Zoro. You are to stay here." He ordered.
Zoro's eyes widened in indignation. "The fuck?" He shouted. "This is the first real action I've seen in months, the first big mission, and you want me out of it? Like hell!" He argued.
Swiftly striding over to him, Mihawk took Zoro by the collar and shook him once, surprising Zoro at how much colder and angrier Mihawk sounded and looked up close, giving him the impression that something was wrong. "Listen to me. Listen to me." Mihawk hissed. "If you value your life, then you will stay here and do as you are told, do you understand me boy?"
"I'm not a god damn kid any more. I can handle myself." Zoro growled back defiantly, receiving a cuff around the head in return.
"Do not argue with me. You are forbidden from participating in this mission and will remain here until further notice. Do you understand, Roronoa?" Mihawk warned coldly, his hand clenching Zoro's shirt so tightly that it was sure to take a while to iron out.
"Fine." Zoro huffed, jerking away from Mihawk so that the head agents hand was ripped off of his shirt.
A small nod of Mihawk's head was all he received before the man turned away to call agents to him on the horseback division, Ussop and Nami being two of them, Rayleigh's name also being called along with Benn, Yassop, Garp and Chopper's who was told to come in his fully grown deer form after having transferred Jozu to Doctorine's care.
Zoro blinked once in annoyance, seemingly uninterested as he covered his anger at being made to stay behind. He turned towards Rayleigh, who had been about to follow the others towards the stables. "Who or what is this Dragon? Why the hell have I gotta stay?" He asked irritably when Mihawk was not in hearing range.
Rayleigh paused, his tone unsure as he hesitated. "I have to go." He said finally, shame and regret in his eyes as he turned to leave. "If you really want to know, ask Roger." With that, he fled at an unbelievable speed after the other agents.
Scowling, Zoro left the Mugiwara gang to their own devices as he stole away from them and headed down towards the dark cells beneath the MI5 building, lighting the lamp and swiftly making his way down the steps before coming to a halt in front of the yawning old gang leader who chuckled at his company. "Someone ruffled your fur the wrong way cub?" The gang leader asked.
"Mihawk ordered me to stay out of a mission." He grouched, placing the lamp down on the floor next to his leg.
"So?" Roger questioned with a snort of laughter. "What's the deal? Bit petty if it's just a mission."
Zoro shot him a dirty look. "It's a mission that has him on edge. He heard one sentence and we all watched as he went rigid. I've never seen him like it. It was as if he was possessed. He's taken all of the strongest people with him, and I would have been one of them, but he just ordered me out of it like I had no place to be there."
"A sentence eh?" Roger asked, raising an eyebrow. "Care to tell me what said sentence was?"
"I don't even know what it means, so you damn well better. I want a fucking good explanation for this. Sengoku told him; 'Dragon is on the move'." Zoro told him, a dark expression on his face.
Roger was silent, his once joking face now completely serious. He sighed once and leant back into the stone wall behind him which wordlessly told Zoro that he knew something. "Well?" Zoro asked impatiently. "What the hell is going on? Tell me god fucking damn it!"
"Kid," Roger started, his face tired, "if you want to know, then you'd best sit down."
"I'd rather stand." Zoro stated obstinately.
"Sit." Roger ordered, nodding his head towards the floor with an authority that still intimidated Zoro a little even though the once powerful gang leader was behind bars. Grinding his teeth a little, Zoro complied and sat down beside the lamp with his legs crossed and his arms folded over his chest. "What I have to say next, you may not like. But I'm going to start from the beginning, which you probably need to hear anyway. So just hear me out. Understand?"
Zoro nodded once, wanting only to hear answers. But his curiosity peaked at the words, making him listen intently as Roger began.
"As you know, London has the two powers. The Law, and the Underlaw. The Law being the government, MI5 and royalty. The Underlaw is more commonly known through the London as the gangs that run London far more effectively for when the Law doesn't quite get it right. Each gang has its own...rules. A personality, if you like. For example, yours is protection for protection, easy going until it gets nasty. Sanji's was vain and cruel. Mine, once having joined the gangs together all over London to promote myself to Gang King was more of the happy go lucky kind of gang, but the reason we got caught was because some of the rougher part of the gang whose previous gang personality had been incredibly bloodthirsty, went and got people killed, alerting the Law to our Underlaw going slightly rogue. Thus the reason why we were caught."
Zoro said nothing, not seeing how this was linking in to what he wanted to know but remaining silent because he knew that Roger would get onto it at any moment. And he was right.
"But that was because those bloodthirstier gang members had not realised the danger of what they were doing by not keeping to the plan. Again, as you know all too well, there is always a rival gang in the city. The one that you are always trying to outwit for dominance, keep out of trouble with by maintaining a friendly relationship, or at least a relationship that is not on good terms but is stable enough to be able to keep steady without each other fighting for too much dominance over the other for fear of attracting the unwanted attention of the Law. We were in the same position as you. Only difference for you being that you succeeded in wiping out the other gang and claiming London as your territory. Like it or not Zoro, you were a Gang King."
"Right...So what has this got to do with Dragon? Whatever that is." Zoro asked, feeling slight pride that news of him succeeding Roger had reached the former Gang King's ears.
Roger shook his head. "Not what. Who." He corrected. "Whereas Sanji's Kali gang were your rivals, we too had rivals. Known as the Revolution Army, founded and lead by Monkey D. Dragon. My own brother."
At this, Zoro's eyes widened. "Luffy's father?!"
"Yes. Luffy is my nephew. You knew this. Dragon left him when he was little because my wife had borne Luffy. So technically, Luffy is both my nephew and step-son."
Zoro laughed once in disbelief. "So when Ace and Luffy joke that they are brothers...They kind of are. Step-brothers."
"Exactly. Rouge passed away after Luffy's birth, may kami receive her soul in peace." Roger explained. "But Dragon did not care for family in the same way as I did. He only cared about his plan, and how his gang would help him achieve his goal."
"Which was...?" Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow.
Roger looked almost sad as he answered. "To overthrow Great Britain."
"That's impossible." Zoro snorted sceptically. Then he saw Roger's face, and his face faltered slightly. "Isn't it?"
"No. It wasn't. Bit by bit, Dragon built up his gang by touring all around England, gathering followers to him secretly with false rumours that the government was corrupt, feeding the country lies to any who would believe it. When the money shortage came, he put it down to the rich drinking in their money so as to be able to live well whilst we all suffered. He'd always wanted to try and cause trouble when we were boys, but now it had developed into an obsession for chaos. I only once tried to get Dragon to stop what he was doing, but he would not listen to me. Instead he threatened that if I tried to interfere again, he would not hesitate to kill me. Fearing the worst for when Dragon would return, I had every member of Oro Jackson gang trained up and ready for battle if ever the need came."
"When I heard that he was nearing London with nearly half an army at his back, I planned to circle his group from the moment he entered the city and wipe out or detain as many as we could. Make enough racket so as to show the Law that we were on their side and would be able to help. Unfortunately, things didn't go to plan. Dragon's plan to get me out of the way had been to make me panic enough so as to get my group ready, having known that I had gangs that had joined under me. Using the crueller gangs as bait, he'd known that training them up would make them long to kill something like they would have used to in their previous gang. So when they started a killing riot outside Times Square and fled the agents by running back to our base, they led them straight to us so that we were all blamed and labelled dangerous. We were mostly slaughtered by the agents, myself and Rayleigh captured."
"They killed your gang?" Zoro asked, disgust crossing his face as resentment and hate for the MI5 built up once more.
Roger nodded. "Only those who panicked and tried to fight back. Those who knew me well or had any sense did not fight. They stood beside myself and Rayleigh as the others from once separate gangs freaked and tried to either flee or fight. We had to stand and watch as other gangs were cut down around us. The others were then taken to prison to spend the rest of their days there whilst I spent the rest of mine here...and you already know of Rayleigh's fate. When I heard that Dragon had passed straight through London in an attempt to gain more followers before moving back up the country on his second tour...I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or panicked. Glad that he had not stopped in London, and worried that now that I was no longer there, there was nothing to stop him."
Here, Roger sent Zoro a pointed grin. "So when Rayleigh told me of two new gangs taking our place, namely yours as the better gang with both Luffy and Ace a part of it and doing well...I could have wept with joy right about then. I have to admit though, knowing that you were Hawk-Eye's son made it that little bit sweeter because it meant that you'd rebelled against him, which I'm pretty sure was a painful blow to him."
"Unfortunately for him, as you know, it wasn't the only painful blow that Dragon helped to make. You rebelling was because of the loss of your mother, and this was a part of Dragon's main plan as I later worked out."
Zoro stared at Roger in confusion. "I...I don't understand. What has Dragon got to do with my mother?"
"Dragon believed that if he could make Mihawk go insane, or break him in any way, he would have a wound that would never close that he would be able to use against him. And the closest thing he could get to that was by killing your mother. At the time, Dragon didn't know that she had recently given birth to a son, you. So he went after your mother in an attempt to kill her and drive Mihawk insane. But his plan backfired slightly...I don't quite know the details, but from what I know your mother knew of the plan to have her killed, to which she fled and left you in your fathers care in a desperate try to lead Dragon away from you and Mihawk and to save the country from being overrun by Dragon's growing gang during Mihawk's grief."
Staring at Roger, Zoro tried to comprehend what he had just been told, glad that he had opted to sit down after having been ordered to do so. He was having a hard time of trying to imagine his father grieving, even over the mother that he could barely remember the face of. "But...Then...I don't-...He grieved?"
"For months I heard. The grief twisted him in ways unimaginable. Making him how he is now in that he could not feel emotions other than those which the brooding darkness inside him allowed him to feel. He had you, but as his only child he had no idea how to raise you, and you combined with his work were the only things left of your mother, and the idea of raising you into the agent that your mother had once been possessed him."
"That bit I can understand." Zoro stated, grinding his teeth in anger as he thought back to how Mihawk had been determined to make him into an agent, treating him with only ever negative emotions, and never with the love of a father that Zoro had more than once yearned for. Suddenly his brain ground to a halt. "Wait a sec-My mother was an agent?"
"One of the best." Roger grinned. "She was second in command to your father, the place I believe that Shanks le Roux filled in."
Zoro's jaw nearly dropped. "She was Mihawk's second in-Jesus." One of his hands rubbed his face tiredly as he tried to take it all in. Then he snapped back to reality. "This is all well and good...But she's dead. So what does it mean? 'Dragon is on the move?'"
Roger's jaw set. "It means...That he is ready. That Dragon has moved back to London."
Back in his room, Zoro hurriedly stripped and changed back into his old street clothes. The ones that marked him out as the gang leader that everyone knew. The leader of the Mugiwara gang. The Gang King. His boots firmly on his feet with his black trousers and clean white shirt with it's low v-neckline, the bandanna that was wrapped securely around his upper arm, the three gold earrings that dangled from one earlobe, and finally the three katanas that were strapped to his side.
Deeming himself ready, he streaked out of room and down the corridors before exiting the MI5 headquarters altogether, running straight onto the streets of London.
He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, only that he had to keep an eye out for a large group of people, who if he came across, he would make sure to warn them before he beat the shit out of them, depending on the situation.
As he ran down the at first familiar streets of London, getting slightly confused with street names, it wasn't long until he was well and truly lost. He cursed aloud as he ended up in a dark alleyway with a wall at the end of it, sealing him off.
"Tut, tut. Seems the people down here in London 'ave got no sense of decency about not swearin' in public." A distinctly Scottish voice said from behind him. Turning, he saw a man with a barely trimmed ginger beard and a shotgun resting up against his right shoulder, a group of people trailing out behind him and onto the main street.
Now Zoro could see why that particular street had been so deserted before. He'd been getting closer to Dragon without knowing it. "Well let me say it a little clearer then, just for you." Zoro said loudly. "Get the fuck out of my way you Irish son of a bitch."
He smirked a little as the Scotsman's face turned purple with rage at being called Irish "How dare you..." He seethed. "GET 'IM LADS!" He suddenly roared, not seeing how quickly withdrew Sandai Kitetsu and Shusui from their sheaths.
Within moments, the rabble blocking Zoro from the main street were cut to ribbons as he shot through them like the speed of light by using a form of his Haki. No sooner had he taken a step onto the street as the rabble collapsed to the alleyway floor behind him, than another twenty or so had launched something at the ground around him, so that the world around him suddenly exploded in bright white light, causing him to fall with a loud ringing in his ears, causing the world around him to fade from white to black.
Zoro groggily woke up to see a blur of red in his vision, and a hand gently patted his cheek. "Where am I? Everything's fuzzy and I got kind of..."
"Lost." Came the familiar voice of Shanks, who when Zoro blinked, was able to be seen much more clearly. Not only that but he could also see that the bodies of the twenty three that had attacked him with their flash grenades were strewn out on the pavement leaking blood that had also gathered on the blade that hung in Shanks' hand before being sheathed. Shanks then extended his hand to Zoro, helping him upright before making sure he was able to stand up ok.
Suddenly Zoro laughed, making the red-haired man stare at him at the boy's out of character-ness. "What?" He asked in confusion.
"What was it you said to me on my first day at MI5, the very first day? 'I sure as hell won't be the one coming to rescue you when you get yourself lost'? Was it?" Zoro questioned, a cocky smirk written all over his face.
Shanks chuckled and raised his eyebrows for a split second as he clicked his tongue. "Well damn." He laughed, smacking Zoro upside the head. "I guess I still wasn't able to teach you anything then, after all this time. I guess that just makes you..stupid." Shanks shrugged good-naturedly, starting to walk off down the street with a hand on the hilt of his sword, just in case any other attacks came in their direction. "Now keep up. Else you'll find me teaching you another lesson. You're not even supposed to be out here. Mihawk's going to kill you if he finds you snuck out by yourself."
"Then cover for me."
"I'm taking you back to HQ."
"Hell to the fucking no. You're either taking me with you, or I go and find Dragon by myself."
Shanks stared at him for a second. "So you know about Dragon."
"Yeah." Zoro affirmed.
"Then there's no way you're coming on this mission. I'm taking you back to the MI5 base, and there's nothing you can say to change my mind." Shanks concluded in finality, striding off down the street and motioning for Zoro to follow.
Zoro snorted skeptically as he swiftly drew up alongside his old mentor. "Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir." He muttered.
He yelped as his ear was sharply grabbed and twisted before being let go. "I heard that." Shanks stated, glancing at his former student out of the corner of his eye, who merely grumbled something unintelligible, to which Shanks grinned all the more.
As Red-Haired Shanks turned a corner down another street, Zoro hung back and waited at least fifteen seconds before turning back and running back down the way they had just come from and turned up onto a flight of stone steps that lead him up high and brought him to the top of a building so that he was stood on the roof, even climbing up on top of a chimney so that he could see London from a bird's eye view.
Taking a deep breath, he puckered his lips appropriately. Letting out an ear-splitting whistle that lasted for no more than a minute, he waited.
As the waiting time got to at least two minutes later, he heard the thundering of hooves echoing along the deserted cobblestones below him. Closing his eyes, he timed it for a few moments before wandering to the edge of the building and slowly allowing himself to fall forwards the short way to the ground, keeping his legs carefully bent.
He landed on the hard leather of the saddle that was stationed on the coal black stallion's back, who whinnied once and tossed his mane proudly as Zoro grinned and slid into the saddle properly, sliding his feet into the stirrups as he gathered up the reins.
"Balthazar. I have a plan on how to get to this Dragon guy. But for that we're gonna need to go and get ourselves caught. You up for a little dangerous challenge?" He asked.
Rearing up on his hindquarters, Balthazar's front hooves punched the air in agreement before clattering back down on the cobblestoned road.
"Alright then." Zoro nodded, his grin turning into a wicked smirk as they took off down the street at a gallop, following their instinct as they went to look for trouble.
And that, was pretty deep.
Poor Zoro's mother! Sacrificing herself and her happiness only to have Mihawk go kind of insane at losing her...=(
But this is about to get good. I love it when I write climactic stuff like this. ='3
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