Updated as of June 17th, 2021
Hello! I'm back! Don't kill me! D:
Here's Chapter 9 of I Volunteer As Tribute!
ONTO THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does. I just own my super amazing OC's of awesomeness. Yes.
FLASHBACK TO LAST CHAPTER
"O-Okay." He nodded, allowing me to take him over to where we were supposed to go.
I let him go next to Klew, whose eyebrows rose at the sight but didn't comment. We all looked like we had just gotten here, and that was exactly what we were going for. The other tributes looked a little scared as we all waited in tense silence, knowing that soon the real killers of these Games would be here any second. I stood up straight, my shoulders back and my chin raised defiantly as I waited.
I would not be intimidated.
The doors flew open and the Careers strode in, whooping and hollering as they made their way towards us. I couldn't help the glare I gave them, watching as the District 1 tributes started openly mocking the District 9 girl. Did they have no empathy? Don't be silly, Laurel. There's no room for empathy in the Hunger Games. My lip curled at the lot of them. It didn't make it right.
The District 2 tributes took notice of my disgust, the female sending a sneer right back at me. Cato smacked the District 1 male on the chest, stopping both of the luxury tributes mid-laugh. The male looked confused, but didn't question Cato. The hierarchy must have already established itself.
Finnick trailed behind the other four, his district partner keeping pace but looking ahead to Cato and the others. She laughed when they laughed, even when they didn't so much as glance her way. Finnick, however, wasn't laughing. He wasn't even looking at his new pack of teammates. No, his gaze focused solely on me.
As they came to stand next to us, the girl from 9 panicked, her breathing shortening into panting as her anxiety level rose. Instinctively, she shrunk closer to me, and I couldn't help the pang in my heart at her fear. The movement did not go unnoticed, causing a shrill giggle to bubble out of the District 1 girl. Instead of sharing in the humor like before, her partner elbowed her and shook his head. She hadn't stopped by the time Cato looked her way, but that's all it took for her to fall silent.
The other tributes slowly trickled in, the only ones standing out to me being the District 11 boy and Emery, whose eyes locked onto me as soon as he entered the room. He weaved silently between the other tributes until he reached my side, his arm gently brushing against mine. I looked up at him, unexplainably pleased to see his eye had healed completely. However, I noticed with alarm that a new bruise had formed on his jaw. I opened my mouth to say something when Coach Atala appeared, holopad in one hand and what looked to be a whistle in the other. Her presence alone brought everyone to attention.
"Welcome, tributes of the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games! I am Coach Atala, the head trainer here at the Training Center. As participants of this glorious event, you have the opportunity to learn many new skills at our variety of skill stations. Each station has its own expert, who will answer any questions you have and will remain there until the day is done. You are allowed to move from area to area as you choose, as long as your mentors permit it. Some of the stations here teach important survival skills that could mean the difference between life and death out there, so I don't suggest you neglect them. The remaining stations teach fighting techniques, which can range from using some of the weapons we have to offer, to hand-to-hand combat.
"Approximately two hours before you all disperse for lunch, we will begin sparring sessions, where you will be allowed to tentatively fight with other tributes. But this doesn't mean you are allowed to beat your opponent to a pulp, since they must be able to participate in the Games. The rules for the sparring will be fully explained later, but for now I'm going to wrap this up."
Once she began listing all the different stations they had, I tuned out. My eyes wandered over to look at the other tributes, and much to my dismay it was quite obvious almost every one of them were bigger than me, even most of the girls. But, there were quite a few of those tributes that looked malnourished. I could see it in their gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes. A lump formed in my throat as I remembered when Luke and Lily used to look like that back when we were barely getting by. Back when…
The District 3 girl, Klew, stared unblinking at Coach Atala. Wish I could have that level of focus. Her counterpart stood on the other side of the girl from 9, looking rather nervous around all the other potential killers, but not as depressed as before. I took a deep breath and looked down at my shoes, reminding myself that I couldn't get attached to people here. No matter how badly I wanted to stop all this. It was best not to think about it.
Emery gently placed his hand on the small of my back, snapping me out of my reverie and sending a jolt up my spine. Who gave him the right to touch me like that? His eyes were scanning the area, and that's when I realized that everyone had already started going to the skill stations.
"You can choose where we go first," he said, his eyes narrowing as they swept over one area before returning to normal. My eyebrow rose as I looked up at him, taking in how tense his shoulders were.
"I assume you talked to Portia," I said stiffly, feeling awkward that we had to be saddled with each other.
"No, Haymitch. Now choose," he said, and I couldn't help but make the comparison between him and the average Career. The way his eyes calculatingly watched the other tributes was enough to make my skin crawl.
"When did you talk to Haymitch? I didn't see him at all this morning," I questioned, moving away so that his hand fell off my back.
"That's not important, Laurel," he said, and I could feel the heat of frustration radiating from him. Perhaps it would be in my best interest to drop it for now. I had a strange feeling that his temper would be just as bad, if not worse, than mine.
"Fine. Let's go to the fire-starting station," I said, my voice a monotone.
"Fire-starting it is, then," he said, following me over to the empty station.
The trainer there smiled on our arrival, but Emery paid him no mind as he gathered the materials he needed and started. I was more reluctant, only then realizing how close we were to the Careers. They were showing off their prowess with various weapons, trying to intimidate everyone for their own pleasure. Arrogant brutes.
I already knew how to start fires, but I let the trainer show me how flint could create a spark if I didn't get my hands on any matches in the arena, which was a big possibility. The trainer was actually quite impressed on how quickly I learned, even giving me a light applause when I managed to light the fire on my first try.
Emery stayed silently by my side, having a much more difficult time than I thought he would. The flint would spark almost every time, but it would never catch on the kindling quick enough to burn, which seemed to only make Emery all the more determined to make it. I watched him from the corner of my eye, seeing the vein twitch in his jaw as he glared down at the piece of rock, trying to will it into working. The way that he looked at the little fire pit was both intense, yet distant, and I knew he had something on his mind. What exactly was in there was beyond me, but it had to be something pretty important to make him act so off.
When the spark finally caught on the kindling, flames erupted, dancing and licking at the air. It caused a smile of triumph to crack his cool exterior. His shoulders slumped as if a big weight had been lifted from him, and his bruised face became open instead of its usual harshness. He looked good when he smiled. But, it disappeared as quickly as it came as footsteps approached from behind me. He glared at the space above my head.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Klew and her partner standing there, looking at me expectantly. My mind blanked as I tried to figure out why they were here, and when I couldn't do that I raised my eyebrow and angled myself to face them. Klew smiled, her nose scrunching up as her partner waved the tiniest wave I had ever seen before in my life at me.
"I hope we weren't interrupting anything. Thought we'd try our hands at playing with fire! Honestly, we've never been good at that sort of thing," Klew giggled and stepped forward, sitting cross-legged beside me. The boy sat on the other side of her, ducking his head to avoid Emery's heated gaze.
"What do you want," Emery snapped, his bad mood only growing darker the longer they were next to me. Klew turned and looked at him strangely, and I could practically see the gears turning in her head before her smile returned.
"It's nice to meet you too, 12. My name is Klew, Klew Blackthorne, and this is my district partner, Hive," she said, introducing herself much to Hive's displeasure and Emery's aggravation.
"Why are you over here?" Emery asked lowly, his voice so cold it caused goosebumps to raise on my arms.
"Oh, um, well- I, uh," she said, and I looked disbelieving at the sudden fear appearing in her eyes as she locked them with Emery. Pressing her lips together, she reached behind her to hold onto Hive's arm.
"Well, sorry to bother you, 12. Come on, Hive. I think we should hit up the plant station next." Klew chuckled nervously, attempting to play off her fear as she stood up, Hive in tow. "I'll, um, talk to you later, Girl of Flames," she added quietly, sending me a meaningful look before hurrying to the currently empty station.
"What is your problem today?" I said, whirling back to Emery. He shook his head dismissively, his eyes dulling as he focused back on his now extinguished fire.
"I don't see why you're so bothered. You know we can't get close to anyone here," he said, hitting the flint harder than necessarily needed to create a spark.
He was right of course. I'd told myself as much earlier. But damn it all, it didn't feel right to me.
"Why bother getting close to each other, then?" I said lowly, my fists clenching as my blood boiled hot. He paused, his whole body locking up as a look I couldn't quite identify crossed his features. It was getting so frustrating that I couldn't read him. Standing up, I brushed myself off and stepped away.
"I'll see you later, 12," I said, turning around and marching off to the place I had been telling myself from the very beginning I shouldn't go.
The weapons area.
I could feel his steel grey eyes burning holes into my back, but I just kept walking, by-passing the archery station where the blonde jerk from 1 fruitlessly attempted to shoot arrows at a dummy. Well, for starters, her stance was off, her shoulders weren't square, and she held the bow too far away from her body, as if she were afraid of it. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. You'd think as a Career she'd know better than that. She looked up at me as I passed by, her face twisting into a hideous scowl.
"Ugly bitch," she seethed, promptly turning and shooting another arrow. It sailed several feet above the target before skidding across the floor. Try as I might to pretend, the insult hurt. However, watching her fail again did bring a half-smile to my face.
Schooling my features, I set my sights on the spear-throwing station. Surprisingly, no Careers were there, which made it the perfect place for me to let off some steam. The expert of the station watched me with barely concealed distain, like he was above helping a lower district kid like me. I could feel the disgust he held for me like it was something palpable. Without a word he tossed me a spear, and somehow I caught, causing him to raise an eyebrow curiously.
Once I was at the dummy range, I stopped, taking the time to weigh the spear in my hands and get familiar with it. It was a simple spear, one that reminded me of the time when Katniss, Gale and I had tried our hands at tossing some, except the spears we had used were just a couple long branches we had carved into being smooth. Gale had been the one who wanted us, meaning Katniss and himself, to try throwing around spears one day when we were out in the woods. Neither had actually seen what a real spear looked like apart from the metal ones seen on the Games, only I had. So, Gale grudgingly let me help them make some, but he refused to look at me as we carved them.
Katniss had been two times as better at throwing it as I was, while Gale was even worse. He had muttered that I had purposely messed with his spear to make it fly wrong. That didn't go down well, resulting in a heated argument between him and Katniss, who came to my defense. He scowled at me and yelled at her some more, which she took in stride. I felt bad that she took the brunt of his anger, but a little, tiny part of me, the wicked part, grinned wickedly at his tantrum. Gale had always been such a jerk to me, that when the opportunity to mess with him arose, I took it. Neither one of them ever found out.
Positioning myself in what felt like a sturdy stance, I held the spear up to about shoulder height. Taking a deep breath to center myself, I pulled my arm back, feeling my muscles flex I let it fly. It hit low, sinking into the gut of the dummy rather than the chest I had aimed for. I winced, but at least I hit it at all.
"Nice shot."
I tensed, my senses going into overdrive to derive who it was that spoke. Soft footsteps came to stand directly behind me, the smell of metal and patchouli wafting forward to assault my nostrils.
"But the wound won't stop them from killing you," he added in a haughty whisper, the curious smell of peppermint mingling with the other scents.
"You're Cato Wynters, from District 2," I said, more for my memorial purposes than to actually talk to him.
"How'd you guess?"
"What do you want?" I said, still not turning around. It wasn't an act of fear, but of defiance. At least that's what I told myself.
"I'm just checking on the little fire girl, that's all," he said, that smug, mocking tone still prevalent in his voice. And it pissed me off.
"I don't need anyone to check on me, let alone some brainless oaf like you. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
"Brainless oaf? That's a new one," he said, the tone of his voice changing. "I don't think I like it."
"That's not my problem," I said over my shoulder, starting to walk away to grab another spear. His hand shot out and gripped my arm, freezing me in my tracks from the unwanted contact.
"Let me go," I said, anger flaring as I still refused to look at him. He sighed in frustration, as if I were the one causing problems. Slowly, though, he released his bruising grasp on my arm, allowing me to whip around and glare at him.
My eyes widened a little when I finally realized just how intimidating this Career was in person. He towered over me by at least a foot, and he was built like a brick shithouse. His sharp features were marred only by one scar that ran across the bridge of his nose, which only made them that much more threatening. He seemed to be a little caught off-guard by my appearance as well, surprise flickering in his icy blue eyes as they met my darker ones. I frowned, not allowing myself to feel vulnerable by some guy who probably got off to the idea that he scared people based solely off his appearance.
"If we're done here, I'd like to get back to practicing," I said calmly, watching his movements carefully in case I had to run. He smirked.
"Fine by me," he said, walking confidently past me to grab a spear of his own from the now fidgeting trainer. "I might as well train too while I'm here."
I cursed up a storm in my head as I grabbed my own spear, glowering in the direction of the irritating boy from District 2. His face smoothed out as he concentrated on a dummy about fifteen feet away. The serene look fit surprisingly well on him, much better than that arrogant smirk at least. He squared his shoulders, the muscles in his arm rippling as he launched the spear right through the throat of the dummy. The head of it teetered precariously back and forth, his shot having nearly decapitated it. Satisfaction bloomed from his features, his smug smirk marring the once calm expression he had.
The dull thud that resonated from the hit caused all the tributes nearby turn their heads, only to quickly turn them again when he faced me. The smirk fell, a pained look flickering across his features.
Shaking his head, he walked past me, his voice a mere whisper as he murmured, "Just follow through with the shot and you'll hit your mark," into my ear. My eyebrows rose and I turned, staring at his broad back as he went to the sword-fighting station, immediately picking up a sword and hacking into the first dummy he came across, disemboweling it with ease.
"What?" I said aloud, my thought process coming to a halt as I tried to wrap my head around what he said. Why had he given me advice? I didn't get much time to ponder it as a shrill ringing echoed around the large room, drawing everyone's attention to Coach Atala and her assistant.
"Attention, tributes! Sparring sessions will begin in a few moments. I would like all of you to put away what you're working on and follow me over to the mats," Atala said loudly, as if we were all just a bunch of school kids in her classroom.
I tossed my spear back at the trainer, barely containing my laughter when he failed to catch it. His cheeks reddened and he busied himself with righting the rest of his weapons, but at least I had scored a personal win for the day.
I caught the boy from 4 looking at me as I walked away, a ghost of a smile tilting the corners of his mouth up. My brow furrowed and I looked back at him in confusion, unsure of what his motives were. His focus diverted to the girl from 1 as she appeared from nowhere to hang on his arm. She leaned up to whisper something in his ear, her hand trailing along his chest. I rolled my eyes at the desperate display and kept walking, already tired of being around all these other people.
Klew spotted me from her place at the edge of the small crowd and without hesitation rushed towards me, a relieved look in her eyes. She hooked her arm in mine and began tugging me towards the gathering of tributes, causing me to raise my eyebrow, but not protest. While the sudden contact was alarming, it reminded me of the excited way my siblings used to lead me around the house. Hive stood waiting, an anxious look flitting around in his dark eyes as he looked at the mats.
"Glad I caught you when I did, Girl of Flames! You were getting eyed up like a piece of meat out there!" Klew said with a laugh.
"Great."
What did I want to do? Keep a low profile. Not show off. Do what I needed to do. Just…exist, I guess was the word. What did I end up doing? Catching the eye of not one, not two, but three Careers. And I split from what was probably the only protection I had down here. Notably irritable protection, but he was protection nonetheless. Klew patted my arm reassuringly, a spark of some weird emotion flashing across her face as she looked at me.
"Don't worry about it. I know you're strong enough to get through anything," she said brightly, catching me completely off-guard. She seemed to do that a lot to me.
"It's Laurel," I said, turning my head to watch Atala. Klew's brow rose, a perplexed look crossing her pale face.
"What?" She deadpanned, the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure out what I said.
"My name is Laurel," I repeated barely above a whisper. Her eyes brightened and she smiled understandingly, making me slightly uncomfortable.
"Thank you," she said, barely getting the words out before Coach Atala suddenly blew her whistle again, scaring most of the tributes and calling all of us to attention.
"Alright, listen up! We will be randomly drawing two tributes at a time to participate in each sparring session, so don't whine about who you get paired up with. This exercise is meant to prepare you all for hand-to-hand combat in the Arena. There may come a time when you find yourself without a blade to defend you, so getting a taste of this skill could mean the difference between life and death. Now, each session will last until one tribute is pinned for at least ten seconds, got it?" She said, waiting until we all nodded before continuing. "Good. First up, Glimmer Wickfield and Klew Blackthorne!"
Klew's complexion went white and her hand clenched around my forearm, that fear showing in her eyes again. I was at a loss. I didn't know how to comfort her, or how to get her to release her death grip. Glimmer sashayed her way up to their designated mat, giving her hips an extra flick as she threw a wink over her shoulder at who I could only guess was Finnick. I didn't know how she could walk so well in heels. Wait. What? My eyes zeroed in on her shoes, eyebrows shooting up. Is she serious? Why would she think that's a good idea? Then I got an idea.
I gently worked Klew's hand off of me, mentally telling myself to act like she was my little Lily instead of a just another tribute.
"Klew, listen to me. For some unfathomable reason, Glimmer chose to wear heels to train in. Use that to your advantage. She won't be able to have as sturdy a base in those, so aim for her ankles and pin her down. You can do it!" I said quickly, lightly pushing her towards the mats before Atala came over and dragged her out there.
"Okay, Laurel. I'll try," she gulped, making her way up to stand next to the coach.
"Alright, remember the rules. No biting. No clawing of the eyes, nose or mouth. No weapons. Get it? Got it? Good. Now, begin!"
Glimmer looked like she didn't expect it to start so quickly, giving Klew an edge. Clenching her hands into small fists, Klew bent down and preformed a leg sweep, miraculously knocking the much taller girl onto her back. Sadly, Klew didn't follow up her attack and allowed a now pissed-off Glimmer to get back up without a fight.
"Now you've done it," I said, wincing at the flash of memories that came forward, paralleling the scene unfolding before me.
Glimmer yelled out in frustration, launching herself at the smaller redhead and forcing Klew to the ground. She grabbed her hair, yanking it hard and causing Klew to cry out, earning a couple of laughs from Glimmer's district partner. Images of a scared little girl and a much larger boy behind an abandoned building interrupted my vision, my heart leaping into my throat.
"One!" Atala called, that timer thing appearing on her wrist again.
"Buck him off," I said to the terrified little girl, watching helplessly as her dark eyes glistened with tears. She tried so hard to knock off the older boy, but he wouldn't budge. The older men stood around them, placing bets and leering at the children with hungry eyes.
Klew clawed at Glimmer's face, causing angry red lines to appear on the older girl's cheek as she screamed. She let go of Klew's hair and sat up a little, her hands flying to her cheek to check for blood. The smaller redhead bucked, knocking the blonde off and stopping Coach Atala's count at five.
Klew tackled Glimmer while she was still on the mat, using her knees to pin down her arms. Without hesitating, she let loose a flurry of fists on Glimmer's face. Atala began calling out the numbers, her wrist timer's green numbers flaring as she glanced at them.
"One!"
I watched as if in a trance as the little black-haired girl viciously attacked the older boy with her fists, never stopping no matter how much he pled for her to. The men in the crowd were flabbergasted at the sudden turnaround; a few chuckled as they took the other's betting money as she continued on.
"Two!"
Glimmer cursed and yelped in her attempts to buck the smaller girl off of her, but Klew wasn't having it. Her frenzied punches grew in intensity as her breathing increased.
"You bitch!" The blonde girl spat, wrenching free one arm and using it to latch onto Klew's hair.
"Three!"
The little girl let her tears fall as she attacked who used to be her only friend. He had turned on her, introducing her to another side of District 12 she had never previously known. The older boy started coughing as he struggled to breathe past the blood in his broken nose and mouth. She couldn't stop.
"Four!"
Klew swatted Glimmer's hands away, pinning it again with her knee. Glimmer made a noise in indignation and tried rearing her legs up to kick the other tribute, but the most she could were a few solid hits with her knees. Klew didn't stop.
"Five!"
His arms feebly attempted to push her away, but she locked her legs tightly against his sides, anchoring herself in place. The crowd started cheering. She sobbed openly, her childish mind hating what she was doing but unable to stop her primal instinct to survive.
"Six!"
"Why won't you just get off?!" Glimmer shrieked in a high pitch, causing a few of the tributes to cover their ears or flinch.
"Seven!"
The older boy coughed up more blood, coating the little girl's dress with it. She felt disgusting. She felt dirty. She felt empty. Her long hair was falling out of the little pink ribbon holding it in place, shielding her face from the horrible men surrounding them on all sides.
"Eight!"
Glimmer bent her leg up to her side, her black stiletto heel shining slightly in the light. Klew was oblivious as the blonde gripped the shoe and slid it off her foot, gripping it like it was her lifeline.
"I have to win," Klew said under her breath, the words seeming to float to my ears.
"Nine!"
The hard asphalt dug into her tanned legs, scraping them with every thrust of her little arms and digging into them, deeper and deeper. The older boy's eyes were swollen and red, his lip split with blood flowing out, his nose broken at an odd angle. But she still did not stop. She couldn't. He would hurt her more if she did. She had to win. Winning was everything. If she didn't win, her family would starve.
"Ten! Match over! Separate the tributes!" Coach Atala said, blowing her whistle to signify the end of the session.
Two weapons trainers came up to the mats and each grabbed a girl, pulling them away as they were instructed. Just as Klew was pulled off of Glimmer, the taller girl lashed out with her shoe, the heel aiming for Klew's eye. Luckily, the man pulling Klew yanked her back before Glimmer could do any damage. Coach Atala blew her whistle, shouting as she stomped over to the two.
"Hey! No weapons allowed against other tributes!" She said, nobody but me taking notice of her.
"When we get in the Arena, you're dead. You hear me, 3? DEAD!" Glimmer screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling against her captor savagely. Klew's face paled, her mouth opening and closing but no words came out.
Gritting my teeth, I did something I immediately knew I would regret later as I stormed up on the mat. Putting myself in between the two, I faced down the raging Career. My anger flared and I tipped my chin up at her in defiance, a snarl curling my lip as I took in her disheveled face and clothes.
"No she won't be," I said, fists clenching as Glimmer's eyes widened. "You'll have to get through me first."
"Laurel…" Klew murmured, her hands gripping my arm tightly. Glimmer's fury seemed to simmer off into a mock-calm as she tried to rearrange her sneer into a smug smirk, but it ended up looking more like a grimace than anything.
"My pleasure, Seam rat!" She hissed, eyes narrowing into slits. My fists tightened a fraction, but otherwise I didn't outwardly show how much that really affected me.
"Alright, break it up! This is just supposed to be some simple sparring sessions between the tributes so you can be better prepared in the Arena! Not so that you can make death threats to each other!" Coach Atala said, looking accusingly at the mess of a Career. "Now, if you tributes would, please exit the sparring area so I can get the next session going."
"Come on, Klew. Hive's waiting," I said, sending one last glare at Glimmer before leading Klew away. I briefly caught sight of a pair of steel grey eyes as they silently watched me from the middle of the crowd of kids, that same look of recognition they held during the Reaping prevailing in their depths yet again.
Hive watched us nervously as we approached, a worried expression in his hazel eyes as he looked both of us up and down. I had a brief thought that he was going to bail on us and go somewhere else cross my mind, but that was quickly shut down as he closed the gap between us quickly, his hands fidgeting.
"Are you two okay?" He asked anxiously, his eyes darting to where I presumed Glimmer was cursing the day we were born. "Did she hurt you too bad, Klew?"
Klew looked down at herself, the gears working in her head again as she ran through a mental-checklist of what was hurting. After a moment of just staring emptily at the ground, she looked up at the nervous boy and smiled, shaking her head before rubbing it regretfully.
"I'm good, Hive. I think I did more damage to her than she actually did to me, actually. Though, it did feel like she was trying to rip my hair out of my head earlier. That's what hurts the most, I think," she said, the words almost tripping over themselves trying to get out. Hive's face relaxed and a hint of a smile flitted across his bird-like lips. He turned to me, his eyes brightening a fraction as he smiled sincerely at me.
"Thank you, for what you did up there," he said quietly, his eyes saying more than his words ever could.
"Alright, listen up! Let's get ready for round two! Gregory Frimmel and Faren Sovers are up next! Begin!"
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. My questions for you are as follows: What do you think of Klew and Hive? What about how I portrayed Glimmer? Or Cato, for that matter? I went through a couple re-writes revolving around the Cato part, one of which included an incredibly attractive 16 year old from District 4 ;) But, I hope this sufficed.
Ooo, what did you guys think of the sparring session? I was listening to some pretty intense music during that part, so it probably seems more HOLY-GEEZ-WOWZA to me than you guys.
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