BLUDHAVEN

DECEMBER 11, 19:31

"So, what is it you came here for?"

"Besides an outstanding case of emotional support?"

"Sure."

"I need help. We need help." Artemis and Dick were in his office, Dick sitting down at the computer. They had spent a considerable amount of time grieving for Wally, and Dick felt as if his head was clear – or at least clearer – enough to get down to business. At her words, he swiveled to face his friend.

"Is this about the guy who killed Ryder?" She nodded, and he continued. "I saw that on the news. Crazy get-up but he must have slipped by you guys like a snake."

Artemis sighed and looked away. "That's the thing. He didn't slip by undetected. He came to us." Dick allowed a wave of mild surprise to wash over his face. "Not only did he tip us off but he found and beat us. This isn't some rookie, Dick. He's a threat. And he went out of his way to prove it."

Dick smoothed his eyebrow with a finger, something he found himself doing when he became deep in thought. "What were his powers?"

"None." Artemis replied grimly.

That got Dick's attention. "None? Who did he take out?"

"Me, Connor, Tim. Among others. All through hand-to-hand."

"Tim? How is he?"

Artemis looked at Dick. "Honestly, not the best. Another reason we still need you."

Dick was silent. He knew Tim was strong. Sometimes stronger than even him. But he also knew how he would get with stuff like this, and suddenly Dick felt guilt for leaving him to face it alone.

"And that's not all. He knows, Dick."

"Knows what?"

"He knows Tim Drake is Robin."

GOTHAM CITY

DECEMBER 11, 19:02

Barbara groaned and rolled over. Her vision was hazy and her ears rung. It's a good thing Batman makes me carry around that pocket-sized antidote. The Scarecrow had always been a mystery to her mentor, and even he hadn't the chance to figure out who he was. He had never been detained, and never recorded, not even in a crappy cell-phone video on the internet. Because of his unpredictability, it was mandatory for all members of the Bat-family to carry around a crude antidote in the case of a run-in, and Barbara found that it payed off tonight.

And crude is definitely the right word. She could still feel the dread inside her, a blinding sense of fear that had barely ebbed away by the time she regained consciousness. I can only imagine how it must be for the others. Batgirl had woken up in the corner of a small room, different from the one she last remembered. She felt hot in her costume, drenched with sweat. There was no sign of her teammates, although she wasn't exactly sure if the screaming she heard earlier was in her dreams or not.

Barbara sat up, and breathed out heavily. She realized how much she took having Miss Martian's mind link for granted. When exactly does M'Gann get back from Mars again? Can it be, like, now? She didn't know where her team was, but she knew they were in trouble. Ocean-Master was a heavy-hitter, and whatever reason he had for teaming with Scarecrow, she would get to the bottom of it.

Oddly, she wasn't wearing cuffs, or any form of restraints. Standing up, Batgirl braced herself on the wall, the room seeming to spin. She stumbled to the door, which opened with ease. Noo, nothing suspicious about that. The hallway in front of her seemed to stretch out impossibly long, and every painful step she took appeared to make it stretch even farther out. Dim lights flickered on and off, and the windows were black with night. "Batgirl?" The question was croaked out painfully, and to her left. She turned toward the sound, and recoiled in horror at what she saw.

It was Blue Beetle, sprawled out on the floor, his helmet peeled back to reveal a sheet-white face, eyes glaring at space. A thin line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that wasn't what horrified Batgirl. It was the Trident. Ocean-Master's trident. Driven straight through his heart. The cold Atlantean metal had pierced right through the Scarab's protective casing, and Jaime Reyes lay at her feet, dead. Barbara choked back her horror, and would have screamed if it weren't for the dream-like state she was in. She felt trapped, forced to keep walking in silence and fear, and she recoiled once more at what she saw next.

Karen, in a pool of blood, laying on her side with the same un-seeing eyes, her arm stretched out, her hand limp, her finger not an inch way from another finger, one that lay attached to the hand of Mal. He also lay on the floor, face down, arms strewn about. Two lovers, dead next to each other but unable to feel the comfort of the other's touch in the face of death.

"Barbara?" The voice came again. It did not belong to Jaime, as she thought before, but instead from someone else. It wasn't Mal, and it wasn't Karen, and Barbara knew who's it was. She knew what was coming, and she didn't dare look up. "Babs?" She had no choice. His breath was on her. His very being was right in front of her, captivating her as it always did. Her eyes flicked up to meet his. To meet the eyes of Dick Grayson. She was drawn to his eyes. Piercing blue seemed to stare straight through her.

"Why, Babs? How could you let this happen?"

Barbara's breath caught in her throat. "I…"

"They're dead, Barbara. All of them. And it's your fault."

"No, I… I didn't…"

"You let them die, Barbara. I trusted you."

"Please, Dick-" she trailed off, her voice becoming desperate.

"I trusted you, and you failed me." Dick's voice grew more faint, and she could feel his presence whisping away. Away from her.

"Please, Dick come back! Don't…" As quickly as he appeared, he was gone, and Barbara felt empty. Once more fear rose within her, and the hall melted away to a spiraling darkness.

BLUDHAVEN

DECEMBER 11, 19:35

"What?"

"You heard me. He knows. I don't know how but he knows."

Dick slammed his palm down on the desk, his eyes glaring. "That's impossible."

Artemis crossed her arms. "Apparently not. And if he knows Tim's then it's only a matter of time before he traces it back to you, Barbara, and even Bruce. If he hasn't already," she added grimly.

"What do you have on him?"

"Other than that, nothing. Except his name."

Dick turned in surprise. "You got his name?"

"Well, what he's calling himself anyway," she replied, looking at him, "Barbara's heard it before, but it doesn't make much sense and she's not sure it's connected."

"Well, what is it?"

"He's calling himself the Red Hood."

Dick was silent. He seemed to go rigid with thought, and Artemis pressed on. "We know about Joker and how it was his alias but that's it. We thought you might know something about it that we don't."

Dick's hand ran over his mouth, and the other shot to his keyboard. "I do." He sat up and began typing furiously, pulling up files. "The Red Hood isn't just the name of a person, or even the gang he was in. It's the name of a ship." Artemis leaned over, and looked at the picture Dick pulled up. It was a merchant vessel, and one that looked vaguely familiar, although she couldn't put her finger on it. The picture zoomed in and pulled up small print on the side, blurry but clear in context, "Red Hood".

"Where is this from? I feel like I should know but…" she trailed off, troubled.

"That's because you've been on it. And so have I. It's the ship where they took him." Dick said "him" so softly Artemis could barely hear. But she didn't need to. In that moment she remembered exactly what that ship was, and what happened on it. She looked over her shoulder through the door and to the other side of Dick's bed, the other end table that held yet another picture. In the picture was one boy, about 14 years old, with raven-dark hair and blue eyes, looking a lot like Dick in some ways, giving a rare half-smile for the camera. It was the same boy that was taken on the Red Hood over two years ago, another mission gone wrong, another sore burden on Dick's conscience. Artemis didn't say his name. She didn't need to.

Dick got up from his seat, preventing her from wading into that pool of memories. "I remembered that name, Artemis. Looking into everything after his death, I was obsessed at every little detail. I also remember who that boat belonged to." He paused and Artemis shook her head, failing to recall. "Black Mask. He's our only lead, so if there's anything to be found about this Red Hood, it'll come from him."


Dick sat perched on the roof of a building, binoculars in hand, directed at the Bludhaven branch of Sionis Industries. Artemis, or Tigress, crouched next to him. He looked over at her. She had always been intense, that was one of the things he admired about her. But here, she looked like a whole different animal, even if it was just because of the costume. "Still haven't gotten used to this Tigress getup."

Tigress smirked and lowered her own binoculars. "One, it's not polite to stare. Two, this was your idea. Three, I kind of like it."

"So do I. Just a little jarring, that's all." He looked at her belt. "Nice touch." On her buckle was a stylized lightning bolt, striking through a gold circle. A Flash symbol. A Kid Flash symbol. Artemis reached down to run her finger along it and smiled. Nightwing turned back to the compound, trying to scope out the security.

"Enough about me, but what's up with the red? It screams angry."

Dick looked at her again and faked a growl. "I'm always angry." He said, quoting Bruce Banner from one of their favorite movies, The Avengers. Dick and Wally had cheered at the badassery, while Artemis tossed her raisinets in disbelief and cried plot hole.

"It made no sense."

"Who cares? It was awesome."

Nightwing smiled and thought back to his sixteenth birthday. He remembered the walk on the beach, him and Wally, best friends 'til the end, trading jokes among serious conversation. That night stayed with him for a long time, burned into his memory as the night he decided, with no doubts or looking back, that he would be his own hero, his own man, and that Wally played a larger role than he could have ever imagined.

"Just something Wally said once."


"Humph!"

Nightwing drove the breath out of his last thug, sending him to the ground. He looked over at Tigress, who was in a headlock. "Done yet?"

"Yeah. I'm just toying with this one." The minion looked offended at that, and Tigress finished him off with a back-kick to the nuts.

Dick cringed and looked past her at an incoming henchman. He nodded towards him. "One more."

Tigress whipped her leg around and caught the guy under the chin, flinging him against the wall and to the ground, where he lay moaning with a number of others.

Nightwing walked past her and smirked. "Was getting worried there for a second."

"That I took out more than you? I count nine to eight my favor."

"My ninth fell out a window, you just can't see her."

"Oh, sure she did. And I'll assume she landed in some very well placed bushes?"

"Very well-placed."

The pair quieted their banter and approached the door to Black Mask's office, listening in.

"YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN' ME!"

"Sir, we-"

"SAY ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH!"

"Uh, what?"

Silence.

Artemis turned and whispered to Nightwing. "Did he really just say that?"

"Trust me, I've heard worse from him. Now he either laid that guy out or we should really interrupt before things get weird."

The duo stood back and kicked the door down with a crack.

"Shit!" Black Mask immediately kicked over his desk and leaned up against it, producing an automatic weapon. The heroes barely had time to blink before Sionis began spraying bullets at the doorway, forcing them back behind the frame.

"Jeez, that was quick." Artemis breathed out, eyeing Dick from the other side.

"Pretty sure that desk doubles as an armory." He peeked his head out as the fire stopped, and Artemis could almost see his eyes bug out from behind his mask. "RPG!"

The two shot backwards, getting no more than a step when the rocket slammed into the doorway, splintering the frame and sending them flying backwards in an explosion of red and yellow. Smoke billowed through the room, and a small fire remained a few feet away. "That's right, BACK THE FUCK UP!" Black Mask turned to his assistant. "Why the hell does our security suck so much? Get me some Advil! And not the over-the-counter crap, I want the shit we sell!" He looked around at his room. "And get me some new guys! You don't see Penguin getting his ass blown in at the Lounge!"

"That's because Penguin has manners." The quip came out of the smoke, and Nightwing vaulted forward, catching the side of Black Mask's head with his fist. The crime boss stumbled, pulling out a sidearm and firing it back in a random direction. Tigress answered by shooting a bolt at his hand, piercing the side of his knuckle and knocking the gun away.

"Son of a-"

"That's enough mouth, Sionis." Nightwing grabbed him by his collar and sat him down in a chair.

"Shut the hell up! At least when Batman stormed in he wouldn't wreck half my shit, you PRETENTIOUS FUCK!"

Artemis shut him up with a left cross.

"Come on, Artemis, now we have to wait for him to wake up."

"Good. That's the second headache I've had in two hours." She looked up at the assistant, still cowering in the corner. "You got any of that Advil?"

GOTHAM CITY

DECEMBER 11, 21:40

"Is that the last of them?"

"Yup. That's sixteen fear amplifiers, all in working condition and ready for underwater deployment."

"Good. Prepare for our leave once I eliminate the heroes."

Ocean-Master sent the underling on his way, and walked over to where the heroes were suspended, their arms and legs stretched out and bound in full metal cuffs, their heads drooping with the state of unconsciousness. The doctor sat a few feet away, staring at his "patients".

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ocean-Master didn't answer, and Dr. Crane went on. "Fear is the very embodiment of everything you are. The inner horrors of one's mind are fascinating. Even more so when you can watch it eat away at them, tearing every fabric of reality and even sanity to pieces in front of your very eyes."

The Atlantean narrowed his eyes and looked at their prisoners; suspended, unmoving. "I don't see anything, Doctor. Is it over?"

Scarecrow chuckled darkly. "Not while they're alive. You see, though it is simple to manifest, you cannot escape fear. Fear is not a delusion. No, fear is an inescapable constant in life, and once it takes over there is no escape from its eternal prison."

Ocean Master drew his trident and stalked over in front of the heroes. "You will be compensated for your assistance, Scarecrow. Both in monetary value and in favor to the Light." He stopped in front of Batgirl, studying her.

"Are you sure your relationship with them has been… fixed?"

Ocean-Master was silent, lost in his own thoughts as he gazed at the crime-fighter. "Oh, it will be," he murmured, "It will be. This triumph will be more than enough to win back their favor. Four-" his gaze slide back to Batgirl- "Three dead heroes and an armory of fear-enhanced weaponry will impress, and with Manta out of the way, they would be more than willing to accept my presence once more."

"That's all I needed to hear." Suddenly the restraints on Blue Beetle blew open in a flash of light, and immediately a blast of energy was cut loose in Ocean-Master's direction, knocking the Atlantean off his feet. "Pretty pathetic plan, if you ask me, by the way."

"How?" Scarecrow howled, taking a few steps back.

Jaime smirked under his helmet casing. "Filters, duh. And some great acting, if I do say so myself."

"Subpar, at best." Ocean Master lept back towards Blue Beetle, letting out a battle roar as he brought his trident down with true power. Jaime tried to block with a shield, but was sent skidding backwards with a grunt. "Don't try and fight me, boy. The sheer power in this trident far outweighs anything that Scarab can throw at me. Soon, you and your friends will be dead, and I will have my retribution."

"You're a cocky one, aren't you? Let's put that theory to test!" Blue Beetle rose from the ground and flew towards his advisory, the two meeting in the middle to trade blows.

Barbara's eyes snapped open. In front of her, Blue Beetle and Ocean-Master battled it out, and the remaining Atlantean minions fled, their jobs were done. Dark claws still burned at the edges of her vision, and her head spun. Her body flooded with relief. He's alive. Barbara turned to her right, and saw Mal and Karen. Unconscious, but alive. Thank God. A deep shiver shook her, and her arms sagged from the restraints. This could be a dream, too. Some sort of sick delirium trying to drive me insane. Fear was eating away at her, and she knew it. She watched the battle in the room, and it was a dead tie. Both powerhouses had brought their best, and neither was going to back down.

A shadow shifted at the corner of Batgirl's eye. At first, she thought it was her mind playing tricks on her. But no, the shadow was real. She watched it pause up in the rafters, then move in what Barbara could only describe as a slither down the wall and to the ground a few yards away. Friend or foe? The Bat-protégé started to tug at her restraints, glancing at Bumblebee and Guardian, both of whom had begun to stir. When she looked back for the shadow, it was nowhere to be found.

"Dammit."

"Shhh." The whisper came from behind Barbara, and she jumped. "They don't know I'm here. I'm on your side."

"And how do I know that?"

"I just told you. Also, I have an antidote. Full, clean, effective. Shot of adrenaline, too."

Barbara's eyes narrowed behind her cowl. "Who are you? And how did you get that?"

She heard a quiet sigh. "No more questions."

With that, a needle plunged into Barbara's neck. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as if a shock of electricity had fired through her. She felt her restraints jiggle, and they fell off her and to the floor: she was free. The stench of pure fear began to lift, and her head became clear. Batgirl was back.

Barbara raised her head and looked around. Next to her, Karen and Mal were doing the same thing, gasping and on their hands and knees. She whipped around to face her liberator. Standing there was a girl, around Barbara's own age, maybe older, dressed in all black. Her face was shrouded in shadow, and she narrowed her eyes. "Who are you? Why free us?"

"Someone who wants to help." Moving quickly, the girl tried to whisk away, but Batgirl was quicker and grabbed her hand. The glove slipped off, and for a brief second, time seemed to slow down. Barbara's eyes shot to the girl's wrist, and found a tattoo. It was a tree, drawn in black ink, its limbs intertwining and stretching to graze her palm. Almost as soon as the image revealed itself, it was gone, the glove on the floor, and the girl out of sight. She didn't care, she had other worries, and the tattoo was burned into her mind anyway.

"Batgirl, look out!" A stream of energy lit up the room once more, and Barbara braced herself. Searing pain never came. Opening her eyes, she saw Guardian, kneeling beside her and protecting her with his shield. "Need some help?"

She grinned. "Nah. I had that covered." The redhead looked over at the battle. Blue was forcing Ocean-Master back, his hands wrapped into maces, while Bumblebee kept the Atlantean off balance with well-timed shocks of energy.

"Who the hell was that? The one that freed us?"

Batgirl looked behind her. "Not sure. I've got what I need for now but we've got to focus on these two." She paused for a beat. "Where's Scarecrow?"

Mal grunted. "Don't know. Must've weaseled his way out."

Barbara narrowed her eyes and strode towards the middle of the room. "Ocean Master!" The villain looked up from where he was locked with Blue Beetle, trident and scarab sword struggling for the upper hand. "It's over! You're the only one left. You lose."

Ocean-Master grunted, shifting his body so he could drive his shoulder into Jaime, sending him sliding on the floor. He relaxed his stance and looked calmly at the heroes. "I have what I came for. The only victory you have reaped is the preservation of your lives. There is time to fix that yet."

Blue Beetle got up from a knee and glared at his enemy. "How about we go another round, see how that turns out!"

The Atlantean allowed a smirk to crease his face. "I'll choose to ignore that, for your own good. Let it be known that the Ocean-Master is back, and he is not to be underestimated." Raising his trident to the air, it's prongs began to glow. A dull roar seemed to scratch at the edge of Barbara's hearing.

Mal took a step back. "Hold." Batgirl slid the words through gritted teeth as she began to tense. The roar grew louder, clearer. She looked out the large window behind Ocean-Master, and her eyes widened.

Bumblebee gasped. "Is that-?"

"The Bay! Move!"

Batgirl unleashed her grappling hook in record time, the ground whipping by underneath her and startling her hazy vision. The roar became thunderous, and a massive blue and green wall slammed into the side of the museum. Shattered glass shot inwards amidst the swirling foam, and the room was suddenly engulfed in waves. As soon as the current arrived, however, it began to recede, and as the air cleared, Barbara was relieved to hear her teammates coughing – they had escaped the brunt of it.

Bumblebee reverted to her natural size and pulled down her soaked cowl. "Gone. He pulled in the whole damn bay just so he could leave?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, dude had a flair for the dramatic," Guardian paused with his hands on his knees, "I would've liked to shut him up. This mission was a failure."

Batgirl turned away from her perch near the ceiling. Not yet. Not if I can help it.

"Hey, where's Batgirl?"


Dr. Crane stumbled through the darkness. His mask was gone, he must have dropped it somewhere. He bundled his way through the sidewalk traffic, trying to blend in despite his unkempt hair and lurching gait. In hindsight, those traits do a magnificent job of blending in with Gotham's populace. The street he was on broke off into an alleyway, and he used it to melt into the shadows.

This is all wrong! The heroes were supposed to die, not fight back! How could an antidote exist? Jonathan knew that was a terrible question, so he answered himself. The Atlantean. He had asked for an antidote, 'just in case'. The Scarecrow himself had never made one, he didn't need it. Ocean-Master must have used it somehow to take the glory of killing them for his own pride. But why? They were partners, both working to curry favor with The Light. His head snapped sideways, his fingernails scraping the solid brick that held him up. You fool! He cared nothing for your work! He used you and now everything is gone! Your job, your reputation, everything you had worked so hard to conceal. If even one hero lives, you can never go back! What will Ava think, her father disgraced and hunted like an animal?

"No…"

The doctor stumbled once more and heard a noise behind him. He turned swiftly. No longer recognizing where he had ended up, his eyes began to flick back and forth, searching in vain for the source of the noise. "Who- who's there?" No answer. Something tin rattled at the edge of his vision, and his head whipped around, catching movement. "B-back off. You don't know who you're dealing with. I-I'm the master of fear itself!"

"Oh really?" A voice now, and for once Jonathan hoped it was the one inside his head. "And what scares you, Crane?"

The Scarecrow's head jerked upwards, catching sound but failing to see anything but darkness.

The voice continued. "Maybe you truly have no fear. Or maybe you're just too afraid to find out."

A hand fell on Jonathan's shoulder, and he jumped, spinning around and swatting the hand away. And that's when he saw the Bat. "No, don't come any closer!" Jonathan backpedaled, his feet working on pure instinct, the gap between him and his tormentor not growing any wider. "Away, please!" he wailed, sweat pouring down his face, his breaths coming in frantic gasps. Finally, his foot caught, and he went falling back, only for the hand to reach out and grab him once more. Even as he was pulled closer, he Jonathan couldn't stand to look his tormentor in the face. All he could see were those eyes, white slits in the black of night. His babble increased, the moisture on his face turned from sweat to tears, and The Scarecrow collapsed into an incoherent, sobbing mess.

Hand on the villain's collar, and sweat dripping down her own face, Batgirl put a gloved hand to her earpiece. "Crane is down. We got him."

BLUDHAVEN

DECEMBER 11, 21:06

Nightwing walked out of the compound, rubbing his wrist. "All these years I could have sworn that mask was plastic."

Tigress prowled out behind him, and started scratching at a spot of blood on her partner's shoulder. "Blood. Dry. At least it matches your color scheme."

Nightwing turned back with a glimmer of amusement and just a shade of annoyance. "I'm red now. Deal with it."

"I'm going to have so much material my time of the month. And you better indulge me because you couldn't take the storm."

Dick let himself laugh. "Now just because I'm following this lead doesn't mean I'm ready to re-join the Team. I just… need time. Can you respect that?"

Artemis smirked. "Me and you both know once you step in the Watchtower, you're going to want to stay."

"In that case I'll just zeta up a hard drive."

Artemis couldn't tell if he was joking, so she decided to drop it for the time being. "So? What's your plan of action?"

Nightwing stared up at the moon. "You heard Mask. He bought it from Drew Hagen, who used to run with the old Red Hood gang. Once he was with the Shadows, he helped broker an arms deal that gave Sionis firepower and the Shadows a base of operations in Gotham."

"Sounds like a dead lead if I've ever heard one."

"Yes, but it's all we've got. If I can find some connection between the two, hell, maybe it even is him if he's got such an affinity for the name, then we can make some serious headway in all of this."

Artemis picked up a rock, turning it over in her hand. "We don't know where he's at, so the next logical step is…"

"Clayface." Dick finished. "His brother. I'll head over to the Cage first thing in the morning."

"As Nightwing or Officer Grayson?"

"I got the job to filter out dirty cops. I've got my list. This is more important. Something Nightwing needs to do."

Artemis smiled. "Good to hear. And what about our thugs from earlier?"

"Later. Like I said, this is more important."

Tigress straightened up and walked a few paces away. "I'm glad you're back. Not just Nightwing you know, you." He remained silent. "I have to get back to the Team. They'll be missing me." She paused. "Well, most of them, anyway."

Dick knew what she was referring to. He didn't exactly enjoy the fact that two of his closest friends constantly bickered. "She likes you. Respects you. Try not to kill each other?"

Artemis was light-hearted in her answer as she lept on top of a low brick wall at the end of the side street they were on. "No promises." She turned to go, but stopped. "Oh, and finger stripes? Really?"

Nightwing looked down at his hand. "I like the finger stripes."

"Bye, Dick."

"Bye."

Nightwing watched as his friend jumped down into the night, feeling pleased at how simple things remained between the them, even after all that happened. Feeling around, he reached into his belt and found the rock she had been toying with. Smiling, he shook his head, put it back, and began walking. This was just the beginning. He had work to do.


Hey everyone! Wow, it's been a while. I'd like to apologize for being away for so long, like, you can't even imagine how bad I feel for keeping you guys at a long wait. I'm just at that point in my life where everything is being crazy and I'm swamped with so many things to do it was all so much to take in. I want you to know that you should not worry AT ALL about the content of the story going forward, as none of me being busy affects what I want to put on the paper here, just the efficiency at which I post them ;) I'm definitely going to be posting more often from this point forward, and the episodes will keep on coming! This is not something that I would ever even dream of stopping, and It's going to stay that way. I've got the entire season lined out, many episodes done and just waiting for me to put the final touches on before I send them to you! This is Young Justice, after all, and all the best work is put in between the lines ;)

So, Let's do it! Full steam ahead with this project as always, and please don't hesitate to pm me or comment on anything regarding the show, my show, or writing in general. And with that, keep a watch for Episode 5, "Lineage" (Let's just say Bart is gonna have his hands full)

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