This is my attempt to imitate a split screen in writing. Many thanks to all those who've encouraged me with their reviews. They are greatly appreciated.
Four minutes Forty Seconds
What had Adam and Ros felt when faced with the certain knowledge that within a few measly seconds their existence would be terminated by an explosion shattering them into their component atoms? A near identical experience, except that as neither of them had been tethered to a chair staring at a screen watching their lives tick away they may just have retained a sliver of hope that once again they'd get lucky and defy the odds.
One stupid error, one second of inattention, and now he and Catherine were condemned to death. As Harry damned himself for a fool he was suddenly jerked out his torpor by indistinct racket from the street below, the precise nature of which was muffled by the window pane. With his attention drawn towards the unobtainable outdoors his eyes lighted upon the single glazed sheet. He'd just glimpsed a window of opportunity. Or was he deceiving himself with a personalised version of the forlorn hope? Either way it beat sitting tamely watching his life vanishing in digitalised seconds.
Pushing himself onto his feet and bending double, converting the chair into a poor man's substitute for a snail's shell, he began to tack his way across the room, steering a cautious course around the still hissing heater and the ramshackle desk.
Four minutes Thirty Seconds
The miasma of despair that had silenced everyone in the obbo van was broken by Nat announcing, "I have to get nearer to the Clink, there's bound to be casualties, apart from..." trailing off as he remembered that Jane was present. Suiting his action to his words he attempted to stand, the dull thud of his head against the low roof producing an agonised, "Ouch."
Erin jerked into her sense of responsibility as new Head of the Grid and mirroring, had she known it, Harry's view that any action was better than none, nodded in agreement, "Sit down Nat, we can move nearer and still park at a safe distance." Jumping out the back of the van as a precursor to clambering into beside the driver she ordered Malcolm, "Contact the emergency services, enacting all the usual protocols. Then call up the surrounding offices and the Museum. Tell them to evacuate and do remember to say in which direction." Malcolm, while privately considering that these instructions resembled the time honoured advice relating to grandmothers, sucking, and eggs, kept his silence. This was the time for taking whatever limited action was available to reduce the danger to civilians. It most emphatically was not the time for point scoring. As Erin's feet hit the tarmac she followed up with, "Keep in touch with Calum."
Four minutes Twenty Seconds
Calum's frequency was silent because Calum had reprehensibly deserted the white plastic tent. He couldn't help Harry, whereas Dimitri and Jason were in the process of confronted by another pair of CIA goons intent on using them for punching practice. Plus when Calum peeked out of the tent flaps he'd noticed the CIA's vomit varnished accomplice heaving himself out of the hole. From what Calum could see of the guy beneath the coating of someone else's breakfast he wasn't in the best of humours. Calum wasn't a field officer but he'd been received some basic training, and besides his own cover had been well and truly broken. 'All for one and one for all' was at this moment a more urgent precept than 'Regnum Defende'. Pushing his way through the plastic casing his toe stubbed against a metal pole. He grasped it, testing the weight experimentally. Reasonably light to carry, but heavy enough to land a whack if required. A weapon that might just prove useful.
Four minutes Ten Seconds
Up in the tombstone room Harry, having wriggled his way to the window, was now seated in front of it. Balanced himself carefully, one leg shot out like a piston as Harry's expensively leather shod foot made a shattering contact with the glass pane, creating a spider's web of cracks. Crash; his follow up kick, delivered with all the force of Harry's not inconsiderable weight behind it, sent a shower of shards scattering to enliven whatever events were taking place below, leaving behind a few sharp, vicious spikes clinging to the window frame. He had a chance.
Four minutes
As the engine of the obbo van roared into life Nat and Jane were bracing themselves against the sides in preparation for the forthcoming rough ride. Malcolm, ignoring the juddering, was concentrating on his orders as he attempted to raise Calum. "Alpha 6, come in." Hearing no response beyond a continual wordless crackle he changed tack. The GSP tracker in Harry's digestive tract was indicating that they were hovering on the edges of the pickup range of Harry's wireless clad knees, although the noises being relayed were nearly as mystifying as Calum's silence. No words were being transmitted. Instead the only sounds discernible were some random clatterings, interspersed with the occasional bout of heavy breathing, encouraging Nat to enquire, "You haven't tuned into a honeytrap by accident, have you?" A comment earning him a laser glare from Jane that would have shrivelled a more sensitive soul in seconds.
Three minutes Fifty Seconds
Calum's laudable intention joining with his colleagues was instantly thwarted when, as he swung the metal pole around in a trial gauge of its length and weight he spotted a face he knew slipping surreptitiously out of a doorway positioned a little further down the building. Last seen on the Briefing Room screen, one glimpse of the self satisfied grin spreading across the individual's features and the normally laid back Calum was viewing life through the medium of a blinding red mist. If Harry was going to be blown to bits, Calum was going to pay tribute to his boss by doing his damndest to bring Coaver in: although not necessarily in his current pristine condition. Impetuously, makeshift javelin firmly clutched, he gave chase, oblivious to the fact that the vomit covered representative of the CIA was in close pursuit.
Three Minutes Forty Seconds
Once steadied Harry had twisted around the window frame, positioning himself at an angle that was putting an excruciating strain on his legs and back as he leaned one of his arms against the sharp pointed needles of glass. Praying that the putty held, Harry began sawing the parachute cord tying him to the chair across the spikes in a desperate effort to beat the clock. How long did he have left? Unable to see it from this angle, spurred on by uncertainty he pressed his arm ever more firmly against the shard of glass as he felt the cord slowly begin to ease. Encouraged he pushed harder...
Three Minutes Thirty Seconds
The three in the back of the obbo van were being thrown around like lotto balls as the driver, breaking every speed limit, slung the van across corners, and swerved with many a screech around other vehicles. Or so those trapped in the windowless interior divined. Malcolm's immediate concentration was centred upon remaining more or less vertical while trying to speak coherently to the emergency services, a task complicated by the need to use MI5 protocols. Nat was grimly clutching a strap with one hand to steady himself, gripping his indispensible medical bag with the other. Jane fighting down a sick feeling, that had little to do with the drunken route the van was taking, was wondering if she'd find enough of her ex and daughter to bury. After years of wishing Harry would meet an unspeakable fate she was now being haunted by the statement that began 'be careful what you wish for..."
Three Minutes Twenty Seconds
Calum had almost caught up with Coaver when, alerted by the crunching sound of the glass he'd already traversed, he became aware of footsteps thundering behind him, followed by his legs being pulled from under him in a rugby tackle. Initially face down on the ground he was dragged around to find himself facing the CIA man. His assailant was not inclined to converse. Instead he swiftly pressed his knee into Calum's chest, as with a pair of strong hands he began to squeeze Calum's throat. Calum tried to fight, but in the unequal struggle he could feel himself losing consciousness as his world turned black.
Three Minutes Ten Seconds
The final strand of cord snapped. With relief Harry pulled his arm free, ignoring the torn shirt sleeve and blood that had resulted from his last frantic push. Now if only he could free his other arm. Adjusting his position he was able to see the clock still remorselessly counting down. DAMN. He didn't have enough time to enact the same palaver with his other hand. Wiggling his fingers to get the blood circulation flowing he reviewed his options with the lightening thought processes that had preserved his life thus far. Was there anything on the desk he could utilise? Did he have time to filter the litter? No, but if he swept it aside across the floor he might manage to pick out something useful. With his freed arm he swiped the pile aside, resulting in an almighty crash as all the hardware and debris Coaver had acquired in his vicious desire for revenge skittered across the floor. With an unerring eye Harry spied flying towards the door a sheaf knife, not precisely living up to its description in that it was unsheathed. Within a second Harry, chair colliding with the backs of his legs was running across the room.
Three Minutes
Malcolm leapt back from the console as the sound of Harry's movements reached him loud and clear. Nat, more preoccupied with the apparent slowing of the van as he awaited his chance to jump out didn't notice. Jane trembling asked Malcolm, "What is that – the bomb it hasn't gone..." She faltered unable to complete the sentence. Malcolm shook his head as he tuned back in, "No, but I think... yes I can hear footsteps ..." For a second a brief illogical flicker of hope ran through Jane's mind, she fought it down. Best to accept that Harry was trapped, a living corpse in all but name. Then that hope resurged with Nat's remark, "If Harry's trying something then he's found a possible way out." At which point further discussion was terminated as the van jerked to a shuddering halt. Nat, whose poise had reminded Jane of a greyhound in the slips, an impression enhanced by his thin frame and sharply chiselled chin, was edging every closer to the rear doors. So close was he that when they were suddenly flung open - a daylight revealing moment that made them all blink - his dash to escape the interior meant that Nat, having shot out as if he was running from a bomb instead of towards one, nearly produced the first casualty of the afternoon. Erin having just avoided being bowled over by Nat's exit viewed his clean pair of heels before hastily shouting into the van. "Malcolm I'm going to see if I can help," responding impatiently to Malcolm',s "Harry won't like..." with a terse, "Harry isn't here. Keep listening in and, Jane stay with Malcolm." Before Jane could protest at this peremptory command, -who was the most closely involved with the events taking place up in that third floor room - Erin was galloping after Nat. Presented with a back view of Malcolm's thinning hair as he strove to interpret the various sound waves squiggling across his viewing screens, Jane, for the first time since Harry had plucked her from the casualty unit, felt totally alone. If only she could do something, Harry was risking his life, the others were all occupied, what skills could she offer? Nothing at all as she just uselessly sat, sat and sat.
Two minutes Fifty Seconds
Suddenly he could breathe. The hands choking him jerked away and the pressure on his chest reduced. As the darkness receded Calum could see his assailant clawing at his own neck, now decorated with metalled links. Rolling to one side, kneeling as he massaged his throat, the world swam back into focus as the CIA man finally ceased to struggle and slumped forwards. Thankful that he'd shifted position in time to avoid being mashed into the ground Calum's unlikely saviour was revealed as the black leather clad Batman, accompanied by the two hounds from Hell. Satisfied that the enemy had been neutralised Batman pulled away the choke chain he'd used to lasso his victim's neck, reattaching it to his own clanking clothing, kicking the unconscious man aside as he did so. Holding out his hand Batman pulled Calum to his feet with the words, "I assumed he was CIA." Calum's reply set his mind at ease, "Yes one of the goons who stopped us rescuing Harry." Recalling his pre Cover viewing plan, that individual was now long gone, Calum updated Batman with "I think Dimitri and Jason will need a hand." Batman cracked a gleeful smile, "or possibly two dogs." Changing his tune in the way only a pet owner could he cooed to the two excited animals, "Come along then, let's find someone nasty to get your teeth into." Taking the barking for assent two men and the dogs charged off to wreak what havoc they could on the CIA.
Two minutes Forty Seconds
Harry had never before appreciated sheer freedom implicit in the act of being able to bend down easily. Made clumsy by having to balance the chair on his back, - which minus its dual anchor of arms was now swinging and twisting the remaining cord painfully into his secured limb - and still rendered fumble fingered by the lingering numbness, he had finally managed to pick up the knife without overbalancing. A further glance at the inexorably changing digital display advised him that this was not the time to be fussy about minor cuts, causing him to hack indiscriminately into his arm. Unlike his dance of death at the windowsill he could at least see what he was about this time, ensuring that his aim a little less approximate. The first coil of cord frayed, a few last stubborn threads clinging defiantly on, then finally it yielded and gave way, followed in quick succession by a second coil, and then miraculously the entire bond slackened sufficiently to allow him to pull his arm clear as the chair toppled to the ground. He was free, his quick splurge of pleasure giving place to the recognition that that was a relative term. True he was free, but he was also standing in a room with only his drugged up daughter for company, while a bomb continued to tick ruthlessly away.
Two minutes Thirty Seconds
Nat Reynolds headed for the predicted bombsite, even if he'd not known the direction he'd have been able to trace his route via the banshee like wail of emergency sirens converging upon the district surrounding the Clink Museum. The sound of footsteps behind him was no cause for alarm; he knew the Harry's Section Chief would be hard on his heels. As she caught up with him he had to admit to being impressed by her ability to run in such impossible footwear. A detached part of his professionally functioning brain wondered about the damage those heels might be inflicting on her feet. Harry sported a wonky knee, would the next Section Head have crumbling foot bones? Rounding a street corner these speculations were at once abandoned. He was still some distance away, but from where he was positioned it would seem that a punchup of the first order was in progress. On Erin reaching his elbow he shouted, "For Christ's sake don't they know that there's a bomb about to go off." Panting as she ran Erin replied, "No, the CIA didn't know, and Dimitri and Jason were in the doorway when the CIA charged in and upset Coaver." Further amplification arriving with, "We don't know if Calum transmitted that message before he went off comms."
Two Minutes Twenty Seconds
While Nat and Erin were spying the battle from afar Calum accompanied by Batman, not to mention Cuddles and Fluffy the dogs, had arrived at the impromptu boxing ring. Professional training kicked in as it became obvious that, due to the untimely recovery of the operative who'd thrown up, Jason and Dimitri were now outnumbered. Three against two in a fray that would have given the Marquis of Queensberry severe palpitations.
Watching this extremely public fight were several spectators, some of whom seemed to be considering the merits of joining the melee. Adding to the confusion was the ear splitting noise of the emergency services approaching, while some harassed individuals whose uniform declared that they were members of the Museum staff, were trying to cajole the audience into leaving with no significant success. Those who did not relish this form of entertainment had already departed and the museum employees, reluctant to cause a panic, were forced to cite vague, insubstantial reasons that were signally failing to convince anyone to abandon the bloody form of street theatre taking place before their eyes.
While two spooky additions registered this, Dimitri was being firmly kicked in the ribs by a gloating member of the CIA team. Bad error, Fluffy saw the nice young man who often patted him, gave him dog biscuits and told him that he was a good boy, being hurt. With one bound he escaped from Batman's temporarily slackened grip. Scampering up behind the CIA man Fluffy joyfully sank his teeth into a nice soft round target. Dancing around in agony with a Rottweiler firmly clenched to his buttocks the CIA operative suddenly lost all interest in pulverising Dimitri, especially when Cuddles, keen to join in the fun, began worrying his ankles.
Two Minutes Ten Seconds
Harry, now standing in a pool of parachute cord and rubbish, knew the he had no time to lose. Fortunately Coaver's self confidence had meant that he'd been lax about security. Without Catherine Harry could easily escape with time to spare - not that the thought even crossed his mind as he twisted the Yale open - wedging the door wide with the sheaf knife he was still holding in his other hand. Now for Catherine, if only she'd stir. Stripping the blanket off her inert body he pulled her up, hoping for some sign of animation but no, Catherine remained as floppy as ragdoll, although not alas as light. Heaving her up Harry slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Ignoring the protests from his back he headed for the door.
Two Minutes
The immediate outside world that Harry was trying to escape into was currently a swirl of sound and confusion. Nat and Erin had arrived at the spot where an assortment of emergency vehicles was drawing up. Noting a figure by one of the police cars dressed in a high visibility jacket flourishing a loud hailer Erin approached him, only to have her way barred by his arm. "Sorry Miss but no one is allowed down here." Erin pulled out her MI5 identity card accompanied by the words. "I know. It was a member of my team who notified you." The policeman staring at the glossy model girl appearance was clearly considering the possibility of a hoax, a fact that made Erin stamp her foot as she snapped, "My boss is trapped in a room with a bomb due to explode in about two minutes. Now get the public moving." On hearing that the officer in charge didn't hesitate as he spoke into his radio, "Bomb threat confirmed, explosion imminent. Clear the area." The non urgent tone of crackled response; "Some of the Museum staff are helping outside but the cashier has a string of customers insisting on a refund before they move." forced his exasperated superior to abandon his previous formality in favour of a panic stricken vernacular, "I don't give a fuck how you do it, MI5 are involved so it'll be a whitewash on the paperwork anyway. Just get the public away unless you want your balls hammered to my desk later." Erin, listening to this exchange, thought that if you filtered out the air of hysteria it could have been Harry issuing the orders. She didn't have time to consider other parallels as the screams of a now panicking public, terrified at the idea of forming the centrepiece of a human fireworks display, were added to the general cacophony.
One Minute Fifty Seconds
With Fluffy and Cuddles taking out one of the CIA agents the odds were evened in Jason and Dimitri's favour. The unfortunate who'd previously been relieved of the contents of his digestive tract by Jason's punch was now relieved of his consciousness, when the sledgehammer that was Batman's fist connected with his jaw. The remaining opponent, aware that police were beginning to flood into the street had decided to give up. His effort to discretely retreat to his car blocked by Jason who with a balletic grace kicked him in the stomach, then taking advantage of his being doubled over, pushed him head first into the nearest brick wall and from thence into the land of Morpheus. Able to look around without fear of attack Jason saw Batman calling the dogs off, while Calum was heading back towards the tent they'd all been occupying a few short minutes ago. But where was Dimitri...
One Minute Forty Seconds
Harry had made it out of the door, but with Catherine draped across his shoulders it was slow going. One hand clamped firmly around his daughter's legs and with the other gripping the handrail to steady himself he gingerly made his way down the first of the three staircases. His back was seriously groaning under the strain and then as he hit the fourth step his long standing knee injury chose now to remind him of its existence. Time he knew was against him, as was his declining level of physical fitness. Reaching the broader step that marked the second floor landing he was now gasping for breath. Quick movement was impossible, the muscles of his back and knee were informing him that if he didn't pack his current activity in they'd declare UDI and do it for him. If he collapsed the unconscious Catherine, currently dangling dangerously across his shoulder, her swinging head in danger of connecting with the wall, would almost certainly receive life threatening injuries. Gritting his teeth, - Catherine would die anyway if he didn't make it out of here – he needed to get lower, away from the epicentre of the forth coming blast, if they were to have any chance of survival, he gripped the cold metal banister ready to begin his next descent when his knee buckled sending him staggering. Fighting to maintain a precarious balance he heard the unexpected sound of someone racing up the steps two at time.
One Minute Thirty Seconds
Malcolm still welded to his equipment was finding it difficult to believe the logic of what his ears were telling him. Jane, who'd been wondering if her remaining companion was clinging to his headphones rather as a toddler might cling to a comfort blanket, sensing the change in his demeanour demanded, "Well." Malcolm while unwilling to give false hope succumbed to the intimidating grey eyes boring into him, "Now we are nearer I'm getting sound from his trousers without using Calum's relay." Jane let out a frustrated huff, "Never mind the technicalities, what can you hear?" Malcolm half tuned into the sound system, and giving half an ear to Jane was succinct this time, "Footsteps, I think he's on the stairs." He'd said enough, before he could grab her Jane had jumped out of the van and was running up the road, using the piercing sound of sirens as a substitute for a GSP guide.
One Minute Twenty Seconds
At the Museum was comparative order had been restored. The Police team, having demanded that the Museum simply shut its doors, were now ushering the general public towards the tunnel road, the immediate hysteria having died down sufficiently to allow official advice to prevail. Jason and Batman had handcuffed the CIA men, who were being deposited into ambulances, watched over by paramedics in receipt of a firm instruction to ensure that they remained immobilised until such time as the Security Services could deal with them. The detainees were in no condition to protest. Two were unconscious while the third, trousers around his ankles, had been obliged to submit to Nat's less than tender ministrations. As Nat anointed the bites Fluffy had inflicted on his patient's backside he was tersely advising the American to be grateful that, "It wasn't a frontal assault." Erin satisfied the CIA had been effectively corralled was now scouring the area for her two missing officers, alarmed that Calum in imitation of Dimitri had gone walkabout.
One Minute Ten Seconds
Staring down into the gloom Harry felt a combination of relief and amazement when the phantom stair runner emerged to reveal himself as Dimitri. Seeing his boss wilting under the weight of his daughter' s body Dimitri grinned as he enquired, "Hi Harry, need a hand." He didn't wait for a reply as he moved to ease Catherine off Harry's shoulder. Harry's wheezing response could have been construed by a stranger as ungracious, "I thought I gave orders not to intervene." Pulling one of Catherine's arms around his own shoulder, as Harry did likewise with her other arm, Dimitri replied off handedly, "I'll worry about the disciplinary if we survive the bomb I heard mentioned." With Catherine dangling like a puppet between the pair of them, they resumed the journey down the stairs."
One Minute
Being a well brought up son of the manse Malcolm wasn't given to swearing but if his current thoughts had found voice he'd have been shouting in expletives. With her abrupt exit Jane had failed to close the rear doors thereby giving any casual passersby a wide open view of an array of sensitive, not to say expensive and top secret surveillance equipment. Even worse he was now caught between two choices; either desert his post to follow Jane, or close the doors and continue his monitoring. The decision was made for him when he heard Dimitri's words to Harry. Setting the relevant machines to record any further developments Malcolm vacated his post, locked the access doors and set off to follow Jane. If Harry survived, only to subsequently discover that some disaster had befallen Jane, Malcolm didn't fancy being on the receiving end of the inevitable volcano. As he headed towards the danger zone the thought rippled through his mind that someone – essentially a someone possessed of a death wish – really ought to take Harry to task over his preference for headstrong women.
Fifty Seconds
Scanning the area for her invisible officers Erin realised that Batman had materialised at her elbow. Taking advantage she enquired, "Dimitri and Calum?" Batman thought he knew but needed to alert her to another absentee, "No idea but we also need to collect the last CIA man. Calum and I deposited him just below the bombsite." Erin, while personally quite happy to leave the man to his justified fate, understood the implication. Section D might regard the CIA and its dubious workings to be an anathema, but the politicians could be relied upon not to support that view. After the whole debacle surrounding Jim Coaver and the foul Elena Gavrik Section D was not exactly basking in Whitehall's favour. "Have you time to get him?" Political capital or not she wasn't about to lose her own operatives saving the CIA thugs. "Just about – at least Jason and I could drag him away from the immediate area." Erin swallowed; what would Harry do? "Very well, but you've under a minute so move."
Forty Seconds
Harry and Dimitri had made it to the bottom of the second staircase. As they turned to assay the final set of steps they could see, as if it were a beacon, the daylight shining through the frame created by the open door. Tantalizingly out of reach the brightness represented freedom, safety, triumph, but would their time run out? It couldn't be long now before the flame clicked into its explosive action. Wordlessly their eyes met in an equal determination as they readjusted Catherine's position slightly. One way or another the end was nigh.
Thirty Seconds
With a stitch in her side from running, a foolhardy proceeding that had set her ankle throbbing, and breathing heavily Jane had arrived at the police cordon. She knew better than to argue, she had no proof of identity and the boys in blue, accessorized with clashing high viz jackets, were already exercising a strained tact as they dealt with several semi hysterical woman. Pride precluded her wanting to join their ranks. Scanning those inside the magic circle of the disaster management personnel for a face she knew she finally spied Erin at a distance. She was about to call over when she saw Erin heading towards a white tent, the security cover for the three men sent to spy on Coaver. What was happening?
Twenty Seconds
Watching Batman and Jason racing to rescue the missing CIA man Erin had noticed a hint of movement within the tent that had previously housed her staff. Her hand hovering near her gun Erin was approaching cautiously when a jean clad backside poked through the entry flap. She'd seen that sight with monotonous frequency, usually bending over a computer. Not in a mood to mince her words she asked, "What on earth are you up to Calum?" She was only vouchsafed a grunt as the rump vanished to be replaced by a pair of hands tenderly placing some piece of geek kit outside the protection area. It was sufficient answer. Typical techie that he was Calum had gone back to rescue his equipment. Running forward Erin picked up the item, hoping that it was valuable enough to justify the risk. A thought strengthened by the sound of the police hailer declaring "All personnel to the cordon, blast imminent." Calum had obviously heard this for he appeared instantly hugging another item bristling with wires to his chest. "Come on Erin. What are you standing around for?" Plotting some form of revenge for this one - endless surveillance of a line dancing class perhaps –Erin accompanied by Calum made her way towards where Jane was standing.
Ten Seconds
Harry and Dimitri turned themselves sideways as they squeezed through the narrow doorway still dragging Catherine. The complete absence of anyone anywhere in the area told them that their time to reach safety was measurable in seconds. Gripping their inert bundle tightly they gritted their teeth in preparation for the final death defying sprint.
Calum and Erin had joined Jane behind the safety cordon, along with Malcolm who'd only just reached them. No words were spoken as they scanned the building for any indication that once again Harry had defied the odds. A flicker of movement at the door attracted their joint attention as Harry's stocky figure, distinctive even at this distance, emerged supporting one half of a limp figure, followed almost immediately by Dimitri. They'd done it, they were alive and free.
Jane felt a surge of sheer joy at the sight. Never, ever, had she been so pleased to see Harry. He'd kept his word to the letter, put his life on the line and at huge personal risk had saved her, - no she quickly corrected herself - had saved their daughter. When she finally managed to speak to him she'd have to ...
Zero Seconds
Then it happened, a roar, a sudden eruption, and the world in front of the watchers dissolved into a cloud spewing brick and dust - enveloping everything in front of them, including the three figures who'd so nearly escaped.
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