The resistance meeting in Peru hadn't lasted much longer and quickly fell back into the same pattern of arguments. Carlos hadn't had much else to say as he watched the two other leaders bicker upon the fate of who was in control of the current drug trade. Several people from the Colombian side had approached him to speak about the human trafficking routes and soon he was out of sight.

A headache was forming between Jill's temples when she turned from the table. Someone was smoking a cigar and the smell was beginning to make her nauseous when she decided that fresh air was needed. With a glance around, she didn't see any of the men in the immediate area and decided she would just be quick before one of them panicked.

Jill was pushing toward the doors when she considered their current situation.

The resistance captains seemed to be unreliable in their information, and if Jill was being honest about it, they were too untrusting of one another to make their alliance a feasibility.

If she was to be even more vocally honest, which she wouldn't be, it didn't matter who was running the drug trade. Not when the demand was as high as it was, especially in the United States.

Where one would fall, another would rise, and the cycle would continue. Historically, cartels always had money, local support in some areas, and a small army worth of mercenaries.

What did matter to her now was that she was currently in an area where there were more criminal groups with more firepower than there were authorities.

The borrowed magnum in her pack was decent enough, but they would need a higher level of protection to keep their village safe. The cartels knew the name Rhamnusia now and given how much access they probably had to the rest of the camera footage, they more than likely knew Carlos and the rest of the men's names. If the cartel wanted them, they knew where to start.

And Jill would plan to be ready.

The sun of the afternoon was beaming down onto the building when Jill stepped out. The light caused her to squint, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes while she searched for a shady place to take a seat. The immediate silence was a balm to her soul and her shoulders were lowering from the hunch she hadn't realized she had been keeping them in.

A solitary bench lay beside one of the taller walls around the church, and with a crunch of her boots over the rocks, Jill found herself plopping down with a deep sigh as she considered Tatiana's question.

Why were the cartels specifically asking for her? The possibilities were starting to become a tick on her fingers.

There were a few reasons she would be hunted after the event at the slaughterhouse.

One, she had disrupted a known source and leadership for the Santa Cruz Cartel and the Blood Alliance. Two, she was an American operative that had killed Bolivian citizens. Three, an information leak may have occurred and her real identity and thus history had been discovered. The only current save and grace seemed to be that her face hadn't been revealed.

She had missed a camera.

With the heavy weight pulling her low, Jill put her face in her hands.

"Noooo—nooo—mommy help me!" The memory of Renata's shrill voice was echoing in her head.

Renata had been the first moment in which Jill knew she had let her emotions cloud her training. Seeing Carlos on his knees, bleeding, and at the mercy of a man with a needle in his hands?

Compromised.

Jill understood she had become incapable of making fully rational decisions due to the overwhelming emotional reaction. It had resulted in an impaired sense of justice, but it wasn't one she was currently regretting, even now; however, through that, she had missed a critical part of their safety. She had put Carlos and his village in even more danger.

The more she considered it, the more she realized how upset Carlos should be with her. Rescue or not, she had set a target on his village for the future. If the cartel was truly interested in her for whatever reason, she may need to leave.

"Fuck," she whispered into her hands.

The crushing steps over the rocks alerted her to someone coming to join her on the bench. Expecting Carlos or one of the other men, she lifted her head with a smile but paused as the dark gaze of DeAndros met hers.

"What a lovely smile," DeAndros said as a way of greeting. When Jill felt her smile drop, he let out a chuckle before he held out a hand toward the seat. "I'm guessing you were expecting someone else. May I?"

"Knock yourself out," Jill said before she made to stand.

"Hey, now. Wait," DeAndros said, and his hand landed gently on her arm. "I think we got started on the wrong foot. I'm not your enemy."

"What you are," Jill said calmly before she glanced down at his hand. "Is stepping out of bounds."

DeAndros pulled his hand back before he took a seat on the bench. He was patting the seat she previously occupied when he said, "My apologies, please, if you would. I just want to tell you about a proposition I have."

"I'm not in the role to be taking any propositions," Jill responded carefully while she remained standing.

"Oh, I think you are. You can do more for protection than anyone else in that entire building," DeAndros eyes flicked over her shoulder while he spoke. "You want to protect that village, don't you?"

With a narrowing of her eyes, Jill was picking up the sounds of children laughing somewhere behind the church and the faint ring of what sounded like a windchime somewhere near the clustered buildings. All sounds she was starting to associate with her newfound home. The sounds of her future and it was still currently under threat of being taken away.

Sitting back down on the bench beside the man, she swung her head toward him and found herself staring into the deep blackness that was his pupils.

"I'm listening," she said carefully.

"The men in there," his gaze sharpened when he lifted a thumb over his shoulder and gestured to the church. "They have no idea what they're up against anymore. I'd be surprised if they ever did. All of them are civilians and get their information cherry picked by politicians. You can see the problem with that, no?"

"And you think I'm equipped for any better because…?" Jill asked, observing his body language, and listening for his speech patterns.

"You're no normal civilian. I'd even go so far to guess you're more than just the military history you spouted off in there," he answered with a tonal edge. The thumb at his right hand was rubbing at his other fingers while he spoke. "No, Rhamnusia, you seem to be much more than that."

"What's your proposal?" Jill noted the attempt at flattery.

"Elden Zamora has lost a lot of men recently and the mistakes haven't been missed by Vice President Luis Giampietri. We want to discuss tactics for border control." DeAndros' smile dropped and he leaned forward toward her. "Outside of Colombia that is. Giampietri wants to meet tomorrow."

"This is a conversation you need to be having with Carlos." Jill was looking toward the church again, wishing she hadn't come out alone.

"We have proof that Rani has been colluding with the gangs to protect her territory." DeAndros pressed on as if he hadn't even heard her.

Jill glanced back down at DeAndros and considered him further. Her distrust for the man was growing and his obvious attempts at manipulating her were starting to grate on her nerves. The newfound information was startling, but it usually wasn't something you revealed to a new ally within the first hour of knowing them. The more she heard, the more she wanted her distance from the young man with the sharp gaze.

DeAndros was letting out a hum while he remained silent for a moment. Jill's fingers were kneading her temple when she noticed a piece of jewelry on DeAndros' finger. The skull shaped diamond ring on his right pointer finger was simple in design but didn't seem to fit the demure tactical clothes he had on.

Whoever this man was, there was one thing she was absolutely certain of; this man was a killer. It shined through his very eyes and whether that was beneficial to them or not, she couldn't deny what this conversation really signified.

The killer in him saw the killer in her. Like was calling to like, and the cold hard truth couldn't be hidden from him while the dark shined through both of them.

"I'll tell Carlos about it." Jill was rising to her feet once more. The memories of her dead ex-S.T.A.R.S. captain whispering in her ears without her consent once more.

"5 p.m. tomorrow, at the Huamanga Cathedral. I don't think you'll want to miss it, Rhamnusia. You don't have many people to lose from your side anymore," DeAndros called from behind her as she walked.

Out of the three, Bolivia seemed to be the country that had lost the most to the gangs. Everyone liked to remind them of this fact and the detail was eating at Jill when she reached for the handle of the door. Jill could feel DeAndros' eyes crawling over her figure even as she reentered the building and began to search for Carlos.

Just before she rounded the corner in the inner plaza where the fig tree stood, Jill could feel the thumping steps of someone else coming the other way. Her chest slammed into a figure before she was gasping at the hands that cupped her face.

"Jill—" Carlos' worried eyes were looking down into hers. "Fuck, don't do that. We've been looking for you. I—" He released her face and wrapped his arm around her back as he steered her to the plaza corner with the tree and away from prying eyes.

When they were standing just beneath the pastel colors of an Arch of Santa Catalina painting, Carlos turned into her, and his eyes swept down her as if he could spot any harm done to her within the last he had seen her.

"I was just outside," she found herself slightly fidgeting under his stare. "I needed air after—" she looked toward the hallway that led into the main room before she looked back up into his intense study. "All of that."

"You were just told the cartel is looking for you. I get you've been chased by bigger things, but that's pushing it a little bit." Carlos's smile was tired but genuine.

Carlos let out a big sigh then and his arm was lifting over her shoulder to lean against the wall while he dropped his head a little. Carlos' earthy scent was filling Jill's nose while he spoke. With an inward step, her hands lifted his face gently and she looked back and forth between his eyes.

"You smell nice," Jill said softly as an apology for disappearing.

Carlos released a hum before he said, "That's probably—no—that's definitely the nicest thing I've ever heard you say about me."

"You like it when I'm mean to you," Jill provided casually while one of her thumbs stroked his cheek.

"Awh hell, are you already figuring that out?" Carlos muttered before he turned his head and laid his lips against the pulse point on her wrist. "Where did you go?"

Jill glanced around before she began to quietly detail her engagement with DeAndros outside. She explained his tactics of flattery before revealing that Colombia may be in collusion with the gangs for protection. Jill didn't stop when Carlos' dark brows were pinching together above his eyes. She noted the meeting time that was set for the church tomorrow and the presence of Luis Giampietri. In the silence in between, she also gave her opinion on the two resistance leaders.

"Do me a favor," Carlos said after a moment. "Don't ever find yourself alone with DeAndros if you can help it."

"Who is he?" she asked.

Carlos blinked a few times as he thought deeply about the question.

"I can't really answer that as I've only ever worked with him a few times. He was part of a joint-task force that Giampietri put together several years ago. Heard about some fucked up shit he's done to prisoners, but I never found myself having lunch with the guy. He comes from Mexico, but I think you figured that out already," Carlos paused as the flickering of approval was in his eyes again. "How do you know Spanish dialects so well?"

"As you may know, Spanish is pretty prevalent in the United States given we're the neighboring country. The decision to learn Spanish as my fourth language wasn't difficult; it was necessary." Jill explained while she pushed her flaxen hair behind her ears.

Carlos was switching between watching her mouth and her eyes while she continued, "Given that it was the fourth language I was learning, I already had the ear and mind to start understanding how to best understand certain things about the language. My instructor was keen on regional dialects and colloquialisms. She had a more central dialect which is what you're hearing from me with the variations of my own English accent. However, her assistant was from Northern Mexico, and she would often compare their ways of speaking."

"I can't believe you knew Spanish that whole time," Carlos muttered with a shake of his head. "Nothing is sacred anymore, not even a man's thoughts.

"If your thoughts are sacred, then we're all going to hell," Jill gave a sly shrug when Carlos paused and gave her a small grin. "So, is DeAndros military?"

"That's the thing, I'm not sure." Carlos was straightening up while they got back to talking business. "I think he had something to do with the Mexico Air Force, but he was never in a uniform."

"What was their task force doing?" she pressed.

"Infiltration," Carlos said simply. "This was back when I just got back to South America, so 2000 or 2001?"

"You didn't come back home right after Raccoon?" Jill's brows were furrowing.

"No," his voice had gone quiet. "I was…lost for a few years there."

Jill studied the shadows that seemed to cross his visage then and she decided to let it drop for now.

"Nine years ago…That kid can't be that old," Jill said before lifting her head to view the other people coming and going through the hall.

"Looks are deceiving." Carlos made a gesture at his own face. "Remember I had facial reconstruction."

Jill tilted her head in a smirk. "How different can it really be?"

"Not that different, maybe just a little in the cheeks." Carlos quirked a brow at her.

"You dog," Jill made a show at pinching his cheek and thriving in the smile it brought. "This isn't your natural shine? You and Alonzo look pretty similar still."

"Well, let's be honest, I make this look good, but I also didn't change anything extreme. I just needed to do enough not to be spotted by my own government should they come looking." Carlos gave his version of what Jill assumed was supposed to be a modest shrug.

"Alright, storybook beauty aside," Jill said while she let her hand drop back to his chest. "DeAndros has possible military training, ties to Mexico, and is a known affiliate for the Peruvian government. What are you thinking for the meeting tomorrow?"

Carlos' hand closed over hers on his chest before he was looking toward the door that would lead outside.

"Truthfully? I'd like to go back home and figure out how to slow these fuckers down from our borders. I used to have over 100 men dedicated to this cause, Jill. The number fluctuated over the years. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but I always had people to help cover the radius of the areas I needed to. We're down to less than twenty of us now." The words seemed difficult for Carlos to say, and his voice lowered in the bare truth set before her.

"I agree," she said looking up at him. "We need more advanced weaponry, and we'll need to figure out a better layout for the village. Some walls would be good too, or some form of structure to corral any entry."

"You gonna help me protect our home, Jill?" Carlos' head tilted down to hers and he kept her hand pinned to his chest.

"I'm the only one that gets to be mean to you, Carlos." Jill leaned up and pressed her lips to his. "Anyone else who tries is going to have a bad day."

"That's the spirit," he mumbled between her lips before his hands were sliding at her lower back and pulling her forward into his hips.

"Hey," Jill nipped at his lips once more before she pulled back slightly and looked up into his eyes. "What they said about your capture? What you experienced in the slaughterhouse for that week? If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

"I know you are," he said quietly when he tightened his hold on her. "And thank you. For being here, for standing beside me. For everything."

Her lips trailed his cheek and for just a few moments, they enjoyed a quiet moment before Carlos pulled back.

"You did great in there, by the way," he said before he glanced over her shoulder towards a figure walking through the hall. "I might just put you in charge from now on. Their sweaters would unravel fast with you talking."

Jill glanced over to watch DeAndros walking past. He had walked the other way.

"You mentioned you got your weapons from Peru before, correct?" Jill asked when she turned her attention back up to him.

"Correct," he answered. His eyes were also on DeAndros.

"We're gonna need more. Is there anywhere else we can get firepower without drawing attention?"

"Not easily," Carlos murmured while he thought. "C'mon, let's get the rest of the boys rounded up. We can all discuss how we want to handle Peru and what we can obtain. And hey?"

Jill was starting to turn but he caught her around the elbow and turned her back gently.

"What you did in there? Us in general? That's everything to me. I will protect you and my people first. Every single time." Carlos said before he released her elbow.

"'First I carry you, then you carry me.'" Jill quoted the story of the Hummingbird and Condor to him when the thought came to mind. She watched as recognition seemed to come across his features.

From the streets of Raccoon City in '98, he had carried her. To the conflict now tearing across South America, she would return it all in tenfold, but she would do it with her full intentions laid bare.

His large land was running down from her elbow that he had held, and it closed around her wrist. Around the bracelet that lay like a promise on her skin.

Carlos was behind Jill when they both emerged back into the main hall. Alonzo stood with the three other men, and they all began to move toward them both when Alonzo spotted them.

"New rule," Alonzo said as he approached. His eyes on Jill with a stern look permeating his features. "Before you run off, you tell one of us."

"I didn't realize I had an entourage." Jill was smiling softly when she tilted her head and considered the younger man. "Did you want to do a couple's yoga with me, or did you want to get through this?"

"First of all," Alonzo said while he tried to hide a smile. "My brother is standing right there. Second of all, we're going to do a pinkie promise over this." His hand jutted out before her. "Sorry, big brother, I'd do it for you, but—you know." He wiggled his pinkie for emphasis.

"No, I'm not doing that," Jill uttered through her next laugh.

"C'mon, kullaka." Alex said behind Alonzo. "We're just going to follow you anyway."

Carlos was chuckling beside her.

"Hold on, guys," Pedro said, looking back and forth between the two. "We can't all always gang up on her. Feels bad when she's so tiny."

"Tiny?" Jill questioned before she smacked away Alonzo's hand with her own.

"You can see your feet in your passport picture, can't you?" Alonzo grinned.

"The next time you guys are in trouble, you just remember you said this shit," Jill warned as Alonzo slid his arm around her shoulder and started to pull the group toward the doors.

"Having spoken," Carlos called from behind them all. "The doomsayer departs."

"Fuck you guys," Jill sighed with a full smile threatening to spear through her usually stoic façade.

Most of the other members had cleared out, but some still loitered about when they passed. Jill ignored the looks she was receiving while she allowed the younger Oliveira brother to lead them toward the dirt lot that would take them back toward the connected university campus.

Carlos was speaking quietly with Alex, Pedro, and David as they walked. The conversation between he and Jill was laid before them and Jill listened to the general consensus of the younger men while they retraced their steps into the quiet city.

"Doesn't sound right," Alex confirmed when referring to the meeting with Peru. "I think we should just leave."

"What is it they think we can do? Our home is already unguarded as it is. Do they think we're going to arm the children next?" Pedro sneered.

"Not uncommon," Carlos muttered. "But we're not doing that anymore."

"No," David said last. "I vote we go home. If they want to come for Rhamnusia, then they do it on our grounds."

"Alright, now that we have our priorities straight, we got a few stops to make." Carlos concluded with ease before he was walking up beside Jill and Alonzo.

"Weapons?" Jill asked.

"Nah," Carlos grinned. "We'll have to make some calls about that when we're home. No, we need to buy a bed."

Jill found herself smirking in the battle she had seemed to win concerning the poor couch that had seen too much.

"Dibs on the couch," David called. "Mine's falling apart."

"I really don't think you want that couch," Alonzo muttered.

A look of confusion passed over David's features before it dawned on him. Alonzo watched the progression with pleasure in his eyes.

"Oh," David whispered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Pedro let out a braying laugh and jostled the man by his shoulders in his mirth.

Jill glanced back and felt her face stretching in an almost embarrassed smile. Carlos caught her eyes, and she couldn't help the warmth that continued to grow in her chest.

Not just for him, but for the community of men that surrounded her now.

Dinner was an easy affair with each of them sitting down at a local cantina and ordering a quick meal before they turned in for the night. Various groups of people were slipping around them while the men chatted back and forth animatedly.

The city's decorations that Jill noticed previously were changing under the color of the pale-yellow streetlights.

Twirling sounds of music were starting up somewhere beyond their position and Jill kept lifting her head to stare off as she listened to it. DeAndros' words were still tumbling through her mind when a memory stirred, and her chest gave a jolt at what she refused to recall for her counselor back at the BSAA headquarters.

Her dreams would never let her forget though.

There had been many different things she had yearned for outside of her freedom from Albert Wesker in the years of her captivity. Music was one of them.

Her previous captain had exploited those things frequently. How he knew them, Jill was never certain, but then again, Wesker had always been a perceptive man.

Often, he would play music in one of the other rooms of the underground labs when she woke up on that exam table in the first year. The early testing days of the device on her chest had been long and quantifying the doses that would administer had been a frustrating process. For both of them.

The music he would play was always set too low for the human hearing to pick up the full notes; never enough for more than the low beat of bass to push into the room she laid in.

At the time, she remained aware in the drug's hold but when she was released from its effects, she would scream. For Chris, for Carlos, and even in those vulnerable moments of confusion, she had done so for Wesker too.

The anger that followed had always been something to hide behind. A vicious bearing of teeth that even the oldest life forms on the planet understood; the last act of posturing that a wounded creature could present before death.

Except her captain never let her die. Not through the various surgeries, not through the different stages of injections he tested on her, and certainly not through the times he beat her nearly half to death when he would train her.

He would never let her die.

At first, she believed it to be a simple act of revenge; this would be the final insult for Chris Redfield. To show him what his failure looked like when it acted as an avatar to serve Wesker's purpose.

Her.

The worst of the days hadn't been any of the above. The worst had been when he spoke to her gently. When the man who sought to become a God fell back into an old personality while they were alone. When the labs were quiet and when he knew she couldn't always speak back, he simply became her captain again and he taught her.

Taught her to fight like him.

Bled her to sustain injuries and persevere like him.

Asked her questions and never looked for an answer—teaching her to crave the answers like him.

She stopped screaming the day he turned on the music and turned the volume up. A familiar song, one her hippocampus couldn't quite recall but he had watched her then while those traitorous tears had run their tracks down her bruised skin.

In his final days, Albert Wesker had become something beyond the human realm. Whatever abilities he possessed in his new life, she had grown curious to how that far extended and what remained still uniquely him.

Often when her mental state fell into complete disarray, Wesker could be found turning the volume up in that lab just a twinge. Whatever the music, he seemed to always watch her just a little closer when she was able to listen to sounds he provided.

Ever the researcher, waiting for outward stimuli.

That final day of his death, when she leaned out of the chopper looking down at him struggling in that lava, she could see his face in stark clarity. He had been screaming Chris' name, but before the rockets hit, his eyes had sought hers a final time.

Friend, mentor, captain, betrayer, enemy, and captor. That was the cycle of Albert Wesker for Jill Valentine.

In the days before the mansion incident, no one would have called Albert Wesker anything more than a hardass for protocol. Their captain had remained aloof, stringent, and calculating as he answered report after report on his desk. Back then, he had assigned the right tasks, considered his team, and deployed them with accuracy. For all intents and purposes, Albert Wesker was the best thing to happen to the S.T.A.R.S. division from 1996 to July 1998.

Until he wasn't.

Before the incident, he had liked black coffee, bid quiet smiles when she invited him out for target practices, and would stop drumming his fingers whenever she walked into his office to ask a question.

That captain had the patience of a mentor. That captain always politely declined her attempts at inclusion, but he had turned warmer each time she attempted to do so. That captain had admired her curiosity.

Wesker had sought her eyes when he died and the expression she had found there had been the other thing haunting her for the last year.

"Aside from your obvious qualifications, I had doubts about you. Do you know why I hired you overall? You always found my eyes beneath the sunglasses, and you never looked away. Not once."

She hadn't looked away in his death either. Jill wondered if she could ever begin to look away from that stare in her mind. If she'd ever be able to go back to what she was before him, or if she was to remain part of the creation he had fused in his very hands.

"Hey," Carlos' voice brought Jill back out of her musings, and she gave a slow blink before she turned her eyes to his. "Where did you go just now?"

They were the only two people left at the table. A sideways glance found Alonzo, and the rest of the men standing over near the bar of the cantina.

"Thinking of the past," she answered honestly when she looked back toward him and gave an apologetic smile.

"Mmm," Carlos hummed, watching her. "Often I find that helps very little."

With a slow nod, Jill didn't say anything for a moment while she agreed with him.

Carlos had done his very best to accept what she had grown into since their last meeting in 1998. She had no doubt of his sincerity, but there was a guilt that continued to eat at her, and she wondered if he might not fully understand what that meant yet.

"Do you believe that we are the culmination of our experiences?" she asked quietly. "That we have the power to do with it what we will, or do you think that everything that we are is dependent on some plan out of our control?" Her hand gestured above to the sky; waving to the different creators believed to alter fate among mortal men.

"In a sense," he said after he sipped the water he was holding. "Some of it we take with us no matter what, but the other pieces we have to decide what's useful and what's not while we go forward." Carlos glanced at her hand referencing divine plans. "Do you believe you could be a part of some big plan?"

"Well," Jill sighed out, feeling foolish for even bringing it up. "If there was, it just makes me wonder what the point of it all would be. If there is a plan."

"You wouldn't be able to see the plan 'cause you're inside it," Carlos said carefully. "You're standing right inside it. If there is such a thing."

She jolted when his hand reached over and grabbed the underside of her chair between her legs. He pulled her chair toward him with ease. She was right beside him in seconds.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I think," she started and paused while the notes of music floated past and swirled. "I think who I'll need to be in the future might heavily depend on the dead man who I'm supposed to hate."

There was no judgement on Carlos' face while he studied her and said, "The captain? The one that failed you? Do you still hate him?"

"I'll always hate him," she confessed when she leaned her elbows on her knees. "But what he gave me in turn is what makes a lot of this possible. I should be dead Carlos. I should be dead a hundred times over but I'm not." She wiped a stray tear from her eye angrily. "And for that…I am thankful to him now."

Carlos' hand touched hers and just for a few minutes, he allowed her the silence of his steadfast support.

"Then I'll allow myself to find gratitude for that as well, Jill," he murmured softly. "For your life. But Jill?"

Her hand wrapped around his when she glanced back up at him.

"You get to choose what you are every day. That's not up to him anymore. Whatever it is he gave you, you get to choose what you use." Carlos' voice had dropped to a gentle whisper, but it seemed louder than the music that cradled around them both now. "And you're not alone anymore when you make those choices."

With his hands still in her lap, Jill bent forward and placed her forehead on his hands. A gesture of gratitude, and much more.

Whatever she would be in their fight, she knew that she would do it for him. She'd do it for the men who laughed freely only feet away, and those people back at the village that had gone from treating her like an outsider to something more.

For them, Jill Valentine would be whatever monster she needed to be. The Rhamnusia or otherwise.

"Hey, come on," When Jill glanced back up, Carlos was standing to his feet and guiding her hands to stand with him. "I want to show you something."

When Carlos led her back onto the street with the men following behind them, she couldn't help but focus on the growing sounds of music and the heat of his hand around hers.

"Lead the way," she said softly and when he turned back to look at her.

Jill wasn't sure about fate or divine plans anymore. However, if there ever was such a thing, she thought she may find that divinity in a man like him.

And she'd continue to follow him anywhere.

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