Volume II - The Gabriel Saga

Chapter 9—Gabriel, Part I: Comme Toi

Grace

I had to admit, I missed this.

The fountain courtyard, the troupe of girls at my disposal, and an endless supply of conversation—not to mention, the sheer power that came along with it.

I missed popularity.

And with Aaron the mute in tow with me to the lab department, I was seriously missing the conversation bit. I guess it didn't help that I felt awkward around him—I always had since his girlfriend Beth told him I had a massive crush on him. So…there was that small damper on any conversation we could have.

For a second, I could feel the 'old' me clawing at the cage I'd put her in at the depths of my mind. She was just dying to get out and use Aaron like Beth had. It wouldn't take much for me to rise to the top of the food chain if I started over—if I stole Aaron from Beth just like she did to me, then order would be restored and we could all come full-circle.

But I told myself I didn't care about that anymore.

And it was true for the most part. I was on to bigger and better things, I kept telling myself. I had several pending applications with SPD in already, most of my college applications and essays had already been typed up, and I was just one step away from achieving the glory I knew I was destined to have.

I wasn't quite sure why, but ever since I was little, I felt I was destined for greatness. It probably had a lot to do with moving around when I was a kid—Reefside, Los Angeles, London, Berlin, Paris, Tokyo, Beijing, and now back to Reefside. I'd lived in all the big cities of the world, traveling internationally like I was some sort of superstar diva—in reality, it was because of my mom. She was my inspiration, really. She owned several elite ballet schools and started her own fashion design company, so I was blessed with the spotlight she gained.

Well, that was the glamorous side of it. If mom was the fun side of it, her husband, Jonathan was the flip side. Jonathan Eden was on the Board of Directors for SPD's international trade committee, where he oversaw the production of SPD's Arms Division, but his primary position was as head of Xeno Affairs and Intergalactic Relations. So…he was pretty high up. All the more reason for me to be secured a spot just to outrank him one day.

I hated that son of a bitch.

"Hey, wait," Aaron called to me, pulling me back to reality as he peered through the window of a door. "Isn't that Doc in there?"

I turned slowly, scoping out the hallway. We weren't near Doc's office at all. In fact, we were in the Foreign Language building. Why was Doctor Oliver having a meeting in Madame DuPont's room?

There were a few: my mom, Matt's dad, Patrick's mom, Amy's mom, and a man and woman I couldn't place.

"Yeah…it is," I said, "and that's my mom in there..."

"And Jay's nanny and my…" Aaron paused as he glanced at me.

"Dude, did you just say Jay has a nanny?" I tried to hold back a laugh. "That's adorable."

"She's more there for his little brother, Kyle," he said, no humor in his voice. "We should probably go—we don't wanna interrupt."

"Don't you wanna know what they're talking about?" I asked him as he tried to walk away. "Don't you wanna know why our parents and Jay's babysitter decided to have a meeting with Doc that we weren't told about?"

He seemed to consider it for a second or two, his eyes wandering. Then he looked at me. "No, not really."

Either he was dumb or he was a coward.

"Not everything is my business," he said evenly, "and I'm sure that if Doc wanted us in there, we'd be spending our lunch break in there too. He probably thought we deserved a break."

I sighed, shrugging. "Whatever…let's just get this diagnostic done so I actually can get a break."

He didn't seem to mind my hostility, though I found myself not really caring either way. He could pretend to be a leader all he wanted, so long as he did it on his time and didn't get me killed. But with his severe lack of social skills and fifth grade vocabulary, I knew I'd have to be the one to speak for the team when we met with SPD.

Only I knew protocol like the back of my hand. Only I had studied battle strategies at a college level, and only I had read the entire manual on an SPD Excelsior Class Super Computer. This Ranger thing was written all over me. I wasn't so sure about the others.

So we continued to walk in silence until we got to the lab center. As usual, it was completely deserted since it was off limits to everyone during the lunch break. Unless they had a holo-pass from an authorized faculty member, that is.

I swiped the card Doc had given me, and the tinted glass doors clicked open and granted us access to its ocean of computers.

"So…what happens now?" Aaron asked. "Are you sure you'll know how to fix these things?"

I rolled my eyes. "I never said I was fixing them, I said I was running a diagnostic. That means 'figuring out what's wrong' in dumb speak."

"What's your problem?" he snapped, not two seconds after the lights in the dark room flickered on. "I'm not an idiot, you know."

"Well you're a damn good actor," I shot back.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"That there's a difference between finding out what's wrong and fixing the problem. Now give me the Morpher."

"I get that you and Beth hate each other," he whispered harshly, like it was going to hurt me if he used his full voice or something, "but I'm not her. So whatever anger you have towards her, make sure it gets directed at her. Not me."

I felt my forehead rise in amusement. Aaron had never stood up to me before, and while he had a point, I had many.

"First of all, I know the difference between you and Beth. That said, I also know that you and Jay have spent the past two years feuding with my friends and me. So don't try to act so innocent. You can take that fake-ass sob story and shove it right up your—"

My Morpher bleeped loudly, interrupting my rant.

"What now?" I growled out, twisting my wrist quickly to bring up the holo-screen on my left-hand Morpher. The Digital Morpher.

Aaron was silent, probably stewing in his anger or something, but my eyes hurriedly went over the information in front of me. Doc must have upgraded the warning system remotely, because now I was getting an alert that Rheas and Mira had been spotted about a mile away.

"We're gonna have company soon," I told Aaron, flicking my screen away. "Rheas and Mira are inbound. Fast."

He swore. "We can't fight them here, we need to get the others and head them off."

"Yeah? And what do you plan on doing, Mr. Malfunction Morpher? You gonna stutter them away?"

"Just run your diagnostic," he replied flippantly, face red.

I smirked to myself at my small victory. I wasn't really sure why I was so satisfied in torturing him. He had a point, after all. I was taking out my anger from Beth on him. Every time I looked at her, I felt like I had a ton of TNT locked up in my stomach.

"Take it off, then."

"What?" he asked me, confused. "Oh…oh, the Morphers."

"Uh…yeah, genius. What'd you think I meant?"

Then I realized and stopped him short.

"Never mind, don't answer that. Just…just go play around on the internet or something."

"Or," he said heavily, "I could stand right here and try to figure out the diagnostic with you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, okay. Let me know how that goes for you."

He didn't say anything, but he did do as he promised—he stood right over my shoulder and watched silently.

Until he tried to make conversation.

It started with a sigh.

"What exactly happened between you and Beth to make you like this?"

I looked up from his Morphers that lay strewn across a work station. "What do you mean?"

He took a seat at a stool and fixed me with his stare. That was new. This guy sucked at eye contact last I knew.

"Before all that shit went down sophomore year, we were friends. You, Jay, Amy, and me. What happened to that?"

I scoffed. "Seriously? You're kind of leaving out a big chunk, aren't you?"

"Besides Patrick," he snapped, "he and I will work out our shit on our own time. I'm not asking about him. I'm asking about you."

Wow, okay, two-for-two. Somehow, Aaron had found his balls.

I regulated my breathing while I started up the diagnostic on my Morpher. It said something about loading input specs, so I figured I had a few minutes to clue in the White Ranger on what he so blindly missed.

"I'm not sure if you know this or not, dude, but I looked out for your girlfriend when she first got to Reefside in—what was it, eighth grade? She was new, didn't know anyone, and was sorely in need of a makeover." He seemed to be reflecting while I spoke, like he was trying to remember this far off time before Rangering and high school drama. "She tried out for JV Cheerleading at the end of the year and I gave her some pointers. Then we just clicked."

"Okay," he said, nodding, "so if you guys were cool then, why can't you be now?"

"Because she's a lying, backstabbing, two-faced bitch. She was jealous because I made varsity after freshman year. So she told everyone my secrets and started all these bullshit rumors."

I didn't realize I was still so pissed about this. I mean, I did, but I didn't see what toll it was having on me at that very moment. I was shaking. I was still furious about it. Why? Why did I still care so much?

"Like the one about me…" he said slowly.

I was quiet. I didn't want to talk about that.

"Or was that one of the secrets that was true?"

"What are you getting at?" I snapped, throwing my walls up again. "If you think getting me to talk about how I had a crush on you freshman year is going to get my pants off, you're even dumber than you look."

"What?!" he sounded outraged. "No! I-I was just trying to figure you out. Jesus Christ, dude, you don't let anyone in, do you?"

"Not people like you."

"Look," he said pointedly, "I'm sorry. Whatever I did to you, or Patrick, or Matt, or even Amy—I'm sorry. Okay? But if we're gonna be working together, saving the world and whatever else, we need to get over this. This eighth grade bull that doesn't affect anything anymore."

I was silent, not daring to even spare him a glance as I further inspected the Morphers in front of me. I heard him, but I didn't feel like acknowledging him. I didn't feel like continuing this conversation anymore. Hell, if I didn't need my Morpher for the diagnostic, I probably would have just teleported out of the room to leave him alone with his sudden spurt of maturity.

"Grace," he called, fishing for a response.

"Okay," I finally groaned, "whatever. Got it. You're sorry. Now try saying that to all the people you just listed and then come see me. We'll see if you're still singing the same tune."

I saw his jaw clench and unclench several times, like he had something he really wanted to say, but held back.

"You might have everyone else fooled with your White Ranger act," I pressed on, "but it takes a little more than a couple of teched-out bracelets to change a person."

"You have every right to doubt me," he finally caved, "but believe it or not, I'm serious about moving on. I'm done with this stupid 'rivalry.'"

"Actions speak louder than words," I responded, "but I'll give you a chance."

"That's all I'm asking," he said simply.

I didn't need him to tell me the conversation was at an end. I grabbed the nearest pair of magnifying protective goggles and let my work absorb all my attention, even though there was a loud huff of air from his general direction. But I wasn't paying him attention anymore. The diagnostic had started, and it was saying something about energy interference. Something about incorrect DNA formatting.

"What's that?" he asked, as if on cue.

"An error message," I responded distractedly, "it's saying it can't verify your DNA or something. Did you do anything weird to it?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean 'weird?' I showered, if that's what you mean, but…I'm pretty sure an Eltarian Morpher should be able to make it through one shower without going crazy."

"Yeah, that can't be it," I said slowly. "I don't understand what this means. I think it's confused."

"Confused by what?"

"You."

He frowned, but his eyes were nervous—anxious, almost. Like he was hiding something.

"What?" I asked him.

"Huh?"

"You know something," I said, mostly to myself. "What aren't you telling me?"

Saved by the Doc.

As soon as I had Aaron cornered, about to find out what was behind those shifty little eyes, Doctor Oliver entered the lab.

"Hey guys," he greeted, "sorry I'm late. Any progress?"

I paused heavily, eyeing Aaron before responding to Doc. "I'm not sure. It says it can't verify his DNA or something. Maybe you'll know more about it."

"Hm…" he hummed to himself, "I think I may know. But I'll need to get to the Basement to fix it."

"Awesome, I was so not looking forward to fourth period anyway," I said. "Are we teleporting?"

"I appreciate your help, Grace, you've been amazing—but I only need Aaron for this trip."

I frowned.

Their eye contact was weird. Something was off, I just couldn't place it. They both knew something. They were keeping it from all of us.

And it was my job to find out what it was.

—9—

I knew it was wrong to spy on them, but I didn't care. I could turn invisible, after all. If we were supposed to be a team, then we couldn't be keeping secrets.

So as soon as I turned around and pretended to make my way back to lunch, I doubled back with my new invisibility trick and followed them to Doc's office.

He and Aaron were talking in quiet, rushed tones.

"What were you thinking trying to take on Rheas by yourself?"

"I..." Aaron fell short. "I didn't have time to call for reinforcements. Plus, once I tried to Morph, the whole thing just went dead. Communications and all."

"You know what your father wants, don't you?"

Aaron was quiet.

"Aaron?"

"You mean...my dad?"

"I already talked to your Dyn."

Aaron stopped in his tracks and I had to slam on my own breaks to keep from bumping into him. Sure, I was inivisible but I wasn't a ghost.

"You...you know?"

Doc slowed his pace before he stopped to look at Aaron. "Of course I know."

"...How? I mean...I thought..."

"Aaron...I've been friends with both your parents for years, even helped train them long before you were even born." He placed a comforting hand on Aaron's shoulder, which was weird considering how much taller Aaron was. "I've been looking out for you ever since you guys came to Earth."

What?

Came to Earth?

Aaron was...he was a Xeno?

"I don't understand," Aaron said, still confused. "Why didn't anyone ever tell me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would it have changed anything?"

Aaron shrugged and Doc's hand fell from his shoulder. "I mean...I guess not. I just don't get why you didn't tell the others about me being the Eyr. They almost died because of me."

Doc craned his head, signaling for Aaron to follow him to the main office. We weren't far now, just a couple of hallways.

"C'mon, we don't have much time before Rheas and Mira will be here."

Aaron silently obeyed, following Doc down the empty corridors. The silence was really all I needed to wrap my mind around what they were just talking about.

It all made sense, now. Aaron was a little weird, and Patrick had said on several different occassions that he was pretty sure Aaron just recited movie lines—like he was pretending to be human. I wanted to kick myself for not listening to the Canadian bastard more often. He was right more times than he was wrong.

The only thing that didn't make sense was Aaron being the Eyr or whatever he'd called it. When he said it, it didn't sound as much like "heir." It sounded alien. I could tell when he said it that he was saying it the right way. The natural way. Still, what exactly did that mean? And what did the Aleph Beyt need with him?

I stopped abruptly as Doc opened the door to the main office. His secretary appeared to be out for lunch and the office was eerily quiet, save the faint mumblin coming from the TV perched in the corner of the room. It was a special on Xeno attacks. Someone had finally gotten wind of the attack yesterday evening, eyewitnesses reporting "exploding debris over Reefside High School."

"Wonderful," Doc muttered as he opened his office door. "I'm sure we'll be hearing from SPD sooner than we expected."

Aaron frowned. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I saw a faint bittersweet smile flash across Doc's face as he said, "Don't get your hopes up about SPD. They're not exactly the boy scouts you see on TV."

I bit my tongue.

I barely made into the office before Aaron shut the door, nearly crushing my body in the process. It was hard to maneuver around them without stepping on toes or bumping into arms, so I stole into the corner and hoped they'd hurry up and tell me what I needed to know. I could feel the use of my invisibility draining me more and more.

"So what gives, Doc? Why all the secrets?" Aaron asked as he took a seat in one of Doc's comfy chairs.

"You Dyn asked me to cover for you. And when the King of Eltar asks for a favor, it doesn't really leave a whole lot of room for argument. Especially with Hunter." There was a slight humor in his voice, but I barely detected it.

I was too distracted connecting those dots. So that's why Aaron was so important. He was the Prince of Eltar, the son of Hunter Bradley. The Aleph Beyt probably needed him as ransom so they could get their hands on the Cyber Morphers.

Aaron nodded. "Point taken." He sighed now, stretching his long denim covered legs out in front of him. "So I guess he wants me to go back to Eltar then? That's why my dad was here."

"You saw that, then?"

"You mean your secret meeting with our parents? Yeah. Grace and I passed by the French hall on our way to the lab."

"I should've expected that, but what you guys saw was just a formalty—I needed to meet with them to solidify your cover. Mostly for the others."

I guess that made sense. If we were going to be off fighting some evil cult, we needed an excuse to tell our parents. Doc was just covering our trail, which made me realize this really wasn't his first rodeo. He'd done this before.

"But to answer your question," Doc said as he took a seat and faced Aaron with his hands clasped, "Hunter wants you safe. And Dustin...Dustin is just trying to protect you. That's why he wants you back on Eltar."

"Doesn't anyone care about what I want, though?" Aaron snapped. "What if I don't want to go back to Eltar?"

"I know," Doc said calmly, "that's why I worked it out with Hunter. If things start to get too crazy, he'll take over and make whatever call he thinks is right. But for now...you're staying."

I rolled my eyes. This was all so confusing. FIrst of all, how did Dustin fit into this? If Dustin was Aaron's dad, what was Hunter? Were they both his parents? And why did it really matter?

"But in order for this to work, I have to reformat your Morpher—it's your psychic field interrupting the DNA scan. It doesn't know if you're human or Eltarian. As I'm sure you know by now...there aren't any hybrids."

Aaron groaned. "Yeah...thanks for the reminder."

Doc pulled the Morphers out from his jacket pockets, running a thumb over their glossy exterior.

"Do you want to be a Ranger, Aaron?"

"Of course I do," he said quickly, "both my parents were Rangers. Hell, my whole family is just a group of Rangers."

"But do you want to be a Ranger because of them or because you actually want it?"

Aaron's face tightened in confusion. "Why does it matter?"

"Because that's what's keeping the Morphers from working," Doc said simply, "No computer can fix what's going on in your head. Your confliction is causing the confusion in the Morpher."

"I thought you said you had to reformat them? Can't you just plug them up to a computer and—"

"No," Doc said flatly, "by reformat, I meant I could reset them to pick up on both your human and Eltarian halves. But it's up to you to complete the process. If you doubt yourself, your convictions, your emotions—it's not going to matter how I reformat it. It's all or nothing."

Aaron seemed to be thinking it over, like Doc had just called out every little doubt the Eltarian prince had about himself. To be honest, I didn't think Aaron lacked confidence—he normally seemed pretty full of himself. So I couldn't imagine what would happen if he just took it to another level.

The room was silent with Aaron's thoughts, until my Morpher chirped to life.

Doc's head whipped in my direction, his eyes locking onto me without a second's worth of hesitation.

"Grace," he said more than asked, "I had a feeling you'd be here."

Aaron's wild eyes followed the direction of Doc's gaze.

"Grace?!"

I materialized sheepishly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the White Ranger roared. "Were you spying on us?"

I rolled my eyes as I flipped my hair to one side. "Spying makes it sound a lot less impressive than what I just did—but yeah, I was. Maybe if you weren't keeping so many secrets, I wouldn't have had to, your majesty."

Aaron's jaw clenched shut angrily, his eyebrows hanging deeply over his eyes in a scowl.

"You just think everything is your business, don't you?"

"When I almost get killed and risk my ass to save you...yeah, I do feel like it's my business."

"If you two are finished," Doc interrupted, "that alert on your Morpher was to let you know that Rheas and Mira are in the vicinity."

"Well, I guess that's a job for the Rangers who actually want to be Rangers," I quipped as I hopped up from my seat. "I'll get the others and head them off."

"Has anyone found the Red Ranger yet?" Doc asked me as he stood from his desk, glancing at his computer screen. "I'm picking up a third signal in tow with Rheas. Could be a Genohanced Soldier."

"A what?" Aaron and I asked together.

I barely spared him a look.

"One of Mesomorph's genetically enhanced warriors. They're usually Aleph Beyt operatives, but I've never actually seen one to study and collect information."

I blinked. "So, what you're telling me is you have no idea what they could be bringing with them. Never mind the fact that they're heading directly for our school."

"Let me worry about the evacuation," Doc said hurriedly, hunched over as his fingers flew over his keyboard, "you just go round up the others."

"What about me?" Aaron asked helplessly.

"What about you?" I repeated harshly, looking back at him over my shoulder before I bounded out of Doc's office.

—9—

Amy and Patrick were in the courtyard between the language building and the computer science division. Usually, this was where the drama geeks and the tech nerds hung out, but lately, the angry musicians had moved in and started to take up a good chunk of the grassy hills to themselves. It was chaotic and noisy, because all of them insisted on bringing their guitars with them so they could share their songs all written in the key of E minor.

Patrick was talking to a lanky kid with stark black hair that was very noticeably dyed, and his tight shredded jeans and leather jacket let me know before even talking to him that he thought he was too cool for school.

I called Amy's name as I jogged up to her.

"We gotta go," I said to her in hushed tones, "Rheas and Mira are closing in with some Genohanced Soldier or something."

"Let me guess," she said back, "by Genohanced you mean their Monster-of-the-Week?"

"Basically," I said, "who's the wannabe rockstar?"

Amy half-laughed to herself, "He's this kid in my English class—Gabriel Xavier. Pat thinks he might be the Red Ranger because the Digital Morpher is vibrating, but he won't even try it on."

I felt my eyes rolling out of reflex. "Maybe he just needs a little convincing."

"It doesn't really matter what you say, dude, I'm not following you or her anywhere. I've got my own shit to deal with right now."

That was what I overheard as I listened to Gabriel's part of his conversation with Patrick.

All I could think to myself was wow, this Gabriel sure was a winner. From the looks of things, we were adding another douchebag to our roster.

"Hey," I butt in. Judging by the look on Patrick's exasperated face, I got there just in time. "What's going on?"

"What do you want?" Gabriel asked me, a sneer on face staring back at me through judgmental green eyes.

I faked a smile. "Charming."

"Tell me about it," Patrick muttered.

"Listen, Gabriel, is it? We just want to talk, okay? We don't really have a lot of time—there are some seriously twisted freaks headed this way, and if you don't come with us, there's gonna be a lot of blood on all our hands."

"You guys really don't give up, do you?" he said with a disbelieving laugh. "Let me guess? You want me to go running off with you, too, huh? And pretend to be Power Rangers?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Pretend, huh?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Oh-ho-ho, I like this guy. He's gonna be a lot of fun to break," I said to Patrick, who shook his head. I looked back at Gabriel now. "Does this look like pretending to you, Gabe?"

I closed my eyes and felt the cool sensation of invisibility wash over me again. It was priceless to watch his face go from cocky and unamused to confused and speechlessly shocked.

"Wha..."

I reappeared before the surrounding groups of life-hating teens could take note of my party trick.

"How's that for pretending?"

"What are you, some kinda Xeno freak?"

"Puh-lease," I scoffed, "do you know who I am?"

He looked like he was about to finally say something intelligent when the buildings around us shook with the force of an explosion.

Screams erupted like the flames coming from the math building.

"Look," I said to Gabriel, "we don't have time for this. Whether or not you believe us is up to you, but if you decide to pull your head out of your ass, come find us. We'll be the one in the kick-ass color coded suits saving the day."

I turned to face Amy and Patrick, who were busy trying to direct the panicked crowds of students away from the chaos.

Doc's voice was blaring over the PA system now, something about "this is not a drill. Report to the designated safe zones in a safe manner and remember the buddy system. Avoid using elevators..."

"Amy, you ready to rock and roll?" I called to my Pink Ranger friend.

Her russet hair flew wildly in the commotion around us, but I met her eyes and she knew it was time.

The crowds were thickening now as everyone from the outer buildings flocked inward to the safety zones. Living in a city like Reefside meant having city wide safety zones located under the main structures of important buildings—mostly government operated facilities, schools, large plazas, and a few bunkers under major highway junctions. But our school was a centralized structure, meaning our major safezone was literally in the middle of everything, with just a few small zones on the outer premises for the stragglers on the outskirts of the school. But everyone was trampling over each other to fight their way to safety.

Reefside High had never actually been attacked. Sure, we had drills just like fire drills and earthquake drills and tornado drills—but those things never happened. So it was one thing when we all had to leave class because some idiot pulled a fire alarm. It was another thing when Doctor Oliver got on the PA system and basically told everyone to run for their lives.

"Patrick," I yelled over the crowds, "see if you can find the guys in all this mess and get the other band for Mr. Rockstar here." I turned back to Gabriel. "If you change your mind about being a coward, strap up, suit up, and meet us on the battlefield."

Now Amy and I really took off, without having to say anything to each other. It was a struggle to slip past people when they were all so bunched up and frantic.

"It looks like they're moving from building to building, probably looking for Aaron," I said to Amy as we ducked into the English building. It was empty except for a few freshmen scurrying out from classes with teachers in tow.

"So you know, then?" Amy asked me. "About Aaron being the Eyr?"

"How'd you find out?"

"I overheard Doc on a video conference with King Hunter," she said shamelessly.

I couldn't help but laugh. "You'd think a former Ranger would be a little more careful with his privacy. I spied on him and Aaron and found out."

She shook her head, letting out a few muted laughs. "You're ridiculous."

I meant to respond, I really did, but I was too busy getting tossed across the hallway by exploding lockers.

When I landed and tried to search for the source of the attack, I noticed the flood of black smoke pouring through the halls like inky fog. The only thing I could make out was the shadowy frame of three tall figures—two, unmistakably, were Rheas and Mira. The third was a weird, lanky, feminine body with long arms and legs. I couldn't make out the details, and to be honest, I didn't want to. I didn't care.

The feeling of battle was started as a steady thumping in my veins, my pulse quickening around my wrists. I felt my chest cramp up and tightened as my heartbeat jumped faster and faster.

"You ready for this?!" I called to Amy as I stood on shaky legs.

"As I'll ever be," she ssaid, not far from me.

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