Numbani, safe house at an unknown location, 0933 hours.

Something wasn't quite right. There was something important missing. Widowmaker could tell that this was not the way she had fallen asleep the night before. For instance, there were now cheeky rays of sunlight shining through the open window, tickling at her nose. She didn't have to open her eyes to know that; the annoying warmth on her face was more than enough proof.

Speaking of annoying warmth, there was another form of it which Widow had gotten used to during the night... but now even that was gone. It felt like a part of her was missing, like someone had taken away the better half of her. The assassin had to admit that she had never slept so soundly. Tracer had held her tightly troughout the night.

Amélie was well aware of how ridiculous that sounded, but somehow, when she was lying in Lena's arms, her warmth seeping into the cold body and her breath gentle against her neck, Amélie felt incredibly safe. In that moment she just knew that no harm would come to her as long as she could stay buried in Tracer's embrace, her face nestled in the crook of Lena's neck.

And now that embrace was gone.

Gone and replaced by a metallic rattling and a strange smell.

A strange one, but also a delicious one.

Widow listened for a minute, before she had to open her eyes. Carefully, she turned around in her bed which was a complete mess. An obvious after-sex bed, if there ever was one. It still smelled a lot like Lena, who was not present now. That was a good thing. The Brit's scent was wonderful in her nose.

Amélie's eyes wandered through the tiny trash of an apartment, quickly spotting Lena.

To Widowmaker's credit, she didn't get the nosebleed which she suspected she had. A wipe with the back of her hand under her nose proved that there was no trail of her deep purple blood on it. The reason for Amélie's sudden increase of heart rate was standing in front of the tiny, tiny kitchen area, doing so with nothing but her chronal accelerator strapped to her chest and a pair of adorably cute light grey knickers. They were hugging her body tightly, being cut to show a large portion of Tracer's criminally attractive looking butt while pulling off a very charming innocence; an innocence Widow knew now Tracer didn't have. The knickers still looked marvelous on the Brit.

And that was it.

Tracer apparently didn't deem more clothing necessary.

And Widow was far from complaining as she crawled out of the bed and grabbed the next best random piece of clothing she got into her fingers... which just so happened to be Lena's shirt from the day before. Widow's bodysuit was nowhere to be seen, but she could not bring herself to care while she slipped into the shirt.

It was tight and small, but that wasn't important. The cotton in the same color as Tracer's knickers was soft and just like the bed, that is, it smelled of Lena. Widowmaker loved it, even though she was still basically naked.

Silently she snuck up to Tracer from behind, reaching out to surprise her lover with a hug, when suddenly:

"Heya." Lena's cheerful voice said without turning around "Slept well, luv?"

Widowmaker froze for a moment, disappointed that Tracer noticed her approach, before she delicately wrapped her arms around Tracer's waist and let her chin rest on Lena's shoulder.

"Bonjour, ma chérie" Widow hummed, pecking Tracer's neck. The Brit just giggled cutely while she was preparing breakfast. The scrambled eggs and bacon smelled wonderful in the hot pan, the sound of frying butter a welcome sound in the background.

"You hungry?" Tracer asked with a hum, enjoying the touch of Widowmaker softly hanging to her back. She could be so gentle when she wanted to; so caring and careful.

If she wanted to.

A few months ago Tracer would have deemed everyone, telling her that she'd spend the night with the world's most wanted assassin and actually enjoy her company, absolutely insane. Yet, here she was, and Tracer had never in her life been more comfortable around anyone before. Maybe Angela, but that was something different.

"Mhhh" Amélie replied, licking down on Tracer's neck and softly nibbling on the rather badly bruised flesh of her shoulder. Widowmaker definitely left her marks on Tracer, and it turned her on more than anything that the Brit was running around topless, showing these marks off for the world to see. Even if this world was only the person who marked her in such a way. It didn't matter. Widowmaker had claimed Lena for now and all eternity. "Hungry for you" she purred, a hand moving up from Tracer's hip to circle around one of her breasts.

Lena sucked in a sharp breath "Amélie, not now" she tried, but her voice was nothing short of a hot moan.

"You don't sound too convincing, chérie" Widowmaker hummed into Lena's ear, showering her shoulder in kisses.

"T-That's because... because you and I haven't eaten since yesterday" Lena replied in an attempt at defiance, but it was just for show at this point. She knew there was no escaping the Widow's web.

"Which means a few more minutes hardly matter" Amélie purred as she reached past Tracer's arms and turned the heat of the stove down "I tell you what, you let me have my breakfast, and afterwards we have something to eat, before you get your breakfast. Sound good, oui?"

"Amélieeeeee-" Lena shrieked as she felt Widow's other had suddenly dive into her panties from behind, her wonderfully cold fingers suddenly brushing over Lena's most private parts.

"Oh, chérie. I didn't know you were this excited. You are soaking wet" Widowmaker's voice was a sultry murmur against Lena's ears as she melted away.

"What did you expect? You are fondling me!" Lena replied in a moan, not even trying to deny her excitement at this point. It would have been a lie anyway. She twitched forward as Widow's hand brushed over that particular bud on Lena's body. Tracer would have almost face-planted into the hot frying pan in front of her had Amélie not held her back.

"Careful" she hummed before she turned Tracer away from the small kitchen and toward an old and unstable table. "Lean on that" Widow ordered, and Lena complied. She felt terribly naked and kind of vulnerable in such a position, knowing that Amélie was watching her closely. Which Widowmaker did, and she liked what she saw a lot. For a moment she just relished in the sight of Tracer pushing out her ass for Widow like this, waiting patiently to be touched, before the French assassin stepped forward again, pulling Tracer's knickers off in one swift motion. She didn't hesitate as she plunged two of her fingers deeply inside of her British lover.

"You are beautiful, Lena" Widow hummed into Tracer's ear, as she was leaning over the Brit while she was taking special, private care of her.

Lena cried in bliss.

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It was hardly surprising that Lena and Amélie diverted from the original plan quite a bit. They had their breakfast, as Widow put it so nicely, in bed twice before they went and ate the meanwhile completely dry and only lukewarm meal Tracer had prepared.

After that, and who would have guessed, they ended up in bed another time for the next round. Somehow they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and seeing how their time together was very precious, that was hardly surprising.

They lost track of time long ago, just as much as they didn't really know how many rounds of their bed-game they had already played. Not that it was important, because it really wasn't. Yet, at some point, it was probably late afternoon, both Widow and Tracer were simply exhausted. Thus, they proceeded with the most basic and easiest way to show affection they knew: cuddling. Lena had the strange fear that Amélie wouldn't be one for cuddling and seeing how her Amélie had a very prominent hit and run personality, that concern wasn't really uncalled for either. But to Lena's positive surprise, Amélie enjoyed staying nestled in Tracer's warm embrace, inhaling her strong scent and feeling each, however slight, movement of her toned muscles through her fit body.

Tracer was leaning into the wall with her accelerator, while Widow was cuddling upon her lover's shoulder, her long blue legs across Tracer's lap, looking up at Lena from time to time. She felt strangely whole. Exhausted, yes, but definitely complete. Being here with that addictive drug that Tracer simply was felt amaizing; it felt right. Widowmaker couldn't care less at the moment what her superiors at Talon would think, say, or do if they saw her like this. She didn't want to think about it. Wrong things could not possibly feel this good, could they?

Yet, Talon was a good cue.

For the first time in forever something important had changed in Widowmaker's life. Something she had chosen, actively decided to want and do, and not something which was imposed on her. Tracer naturally brought change with her, and Amélie was wondering how her life was supposed to look from now on. She knew that it would be difficult to pull this -whatever it was she and Lena shared- off without anyone noticing, but she was also more than aware that it was the only viable way to go about this. As much as the idea of hiding their relationship felt shameful and wrong, it was their only chance.

The fact that they were supposed to be enemies didn't help one bit. Lena couldn't come with her because of the horrible things Talon would definitely do to her, and the other way round didn't really work either. Overwatch would never trust Widowmaker enough to not lock her up in some dark hole. Or would they? Even if that was the case, Widow would have accepted that fate if it meant being with Tracer and making her happy. But that was hardly going to happen if she just went with Lena. No matter if Overwatch locked Amélie up or not, Talon would never just let such a betrayal of their best agent slide.

Amélie uncomfortably rubbed over a part of her neck. If only that thing in there wouldn't exist. But it did. And she knew Talon would come after her, they would easily locate her, and either try to get her back or try to eliminate her; most likely the latter.

Widowmaker knew that this adorable idiot named Lena Oxton would be the first one to jump into Talon's way to stop them from getting to Amélie. She would also be the first one to get herself killed. Or worse.

No. For Lena's sake it was better to keep their... relationship a secret. For the time being, secret meetings would be all they could share.

For Tracer's sake.

Deep inside, Widowmaker started to despise Talon and what they did to her. For years she had absolutely no problem with it. She was Widowmaker, the walking weapon, deadly and efficient. Her sole reason to live was Talon's will and their wish was her command. It was that easy.

That definitely changed on a whim.

Ever since Lena showed her how another world could look like, how a normal life could taste, Amélie started to seriously reconsider her loyalty toward Talon. They weren't like Lena was. No one at Talon ever treated her kindly or with so much love and dedication like Lena always did. They controlled people with fear. They made them do what they wanted and what was best for them.

But Amélie wasn't scared anymore. At least she told herself that she wasn't.

She just needed to look at Tracer for a moment, take that warm, honest smile in, and her world could have drowned in blazing storms of raging fire. She would have felt alright. She was done with doing things for people who were only using and abusing her like they saw fit. There was someone else far more deserving of that kind of devotion and loyalty. Widowmaker would never allow anyone to harm the person who carried that smile. Never.

She would endure Talon for as long as she had to if that meant Tracer's safety. It would without a doubt be difficult for Widow. Luckily, she had a rather well-trained poker face, honed to perfection over the years she was locked up with their tormentors. Talon would never know. She just had to figure out a way to get past those memory-resets. Relying on the theory that Tracer could bring her memories back was not really an option. Who knew what Widow would do the next time she got reset and Tracer tried to help her? Then again, maybe Reaper could be of service there. He seemed to want something. Maybe Widow could get herself a deal.

"You alright, Blueberry?" Lena asked happily, letting her hand run through Amélie's super soft, silken hair. It was an amazing trait of her lover, that long wonderful hair which she usually tied in that trademark ponytail of hers. Now it was falling loosely over her pale blue shoulders and was slightly messy from their recent activities while Tracer carefully wrapped the soft purple silk around her delicate fingers. "You are staring right through me" she giggled cutely while Widow furrowed a brow.

"Blueberry?" she asked, not at all convinced of what apparently was her new nickname.

"Yes. Blueberry" Lena smiled happily, proud of the new pet name she thought of for Amélie. "Because you are blue" she said before she leaned closer to Widow's ear and whispered "and taste really sweet"

"You are annoying" Widow huffed with a deep purple blush burning on her cheeks.

Lena just laughed as she looked at her gorgeous lover. It didn't take her long to figure out that Widow always tried to insult her when she was really embarrassed or otherwise cornered in a way that threatened her bossy attitude to fall apart. It was actually rather cute.

"Hush, you love it!" Lena shot back.

"If you ever call me that in front of someone else, I am going to-" Widowmaker started, but quickly stopped as she noticed that Lena's loving smile froze.

The idea of calling Widow by her new pet name in front of someone else ignited a thought in Tracer's head, one she hadn't really considered up until now, but one which was of crucial importance for the two of them. There was a moment of heavy silence spreading between them, before Tracer spoke up again.

"What are we now anyway? I never really thought about that. I mean, we are supposed to fight each other, or whatever, but surely we shouldn't..."

"Fuck?" Widow provided bluntly. There was no reason to beat around the bush; it was what they had been doing those last couple of hours.

"Yes." Lena sighed almost sadly. Apparently she had very similar thoughts to those Widow had a couple moments prior. "We have to hide it, don't we? I don't suppose you'd just come with me, would you?" Tracer asked with a faint hint of hope in her voice, yet the look Widowmaker gave her said it all. Lena gulped a sour lump in her throat. Why was the world always so unfair? Why couldn't things be easy at least for once? That was hardly asking too much, wasn't it? "We could run away. Screw Overwatch and everyone else. We pack our bags now and go. Just you and me. We just leave! Right now and never come back. Take the next flight to whereverland and be gone. They will never-"

Lena was shut up by Amélie's lips gently pressing to hers. Both of the two quickly realized this was the most effective and also most enjoyable method of stopping the other one from talking. "You know as well as I do that that would never work. You could never abandon your friends. Your Swiss doctor would go crazy with worry, wouldn't she?"

"...Maybe" Tracer admitted reluctantly. She hadn't really thought about that. Still, if it meant a life with Amélie cutting the ties to Angela would maybe... no, that would be a really mean thing to do. Tracer wasn't like that.

"See? And I can't go because Talon would come for me. As long as they know I am alive I am bound to them." Widow went quiet for a long, heavy moment, in which she considered telling Tracer about the tracking device in her neck. But Amélie didn't want to unnecessarily worry Tracer, so she kept her mouth shut about this. The silence spread between them for a while longer, Widow's eyes sparkling and peering deeply into the hazel brown of Tracer. It was such an infinite ocean of calm and tranquility. Widow could lose herself in those dark colors.

"Just fake your death or something" Tracer tried with a half-hearted laugh, which Widow returned.

"It's not like you could just fake that so easily" she said, actually considering the idea for a moment. Still, doing something like this needed either a perfect opportunity or some serious planning. And there was no perfect opportunity at hand right now and they also lacked the time for serious planning. Soon someone of them would get called back.

"Yeah, I know that. But I..." Tracer fell silent, holding Widow a little closer to her, hoping it would tell her what she wanted to say but couldn't find the words for. Amélie reached up to Lena's face and cupped her cheek with her hand, peering deeply into her eyes.

"You are the only person I really trust, Lena. You make me feel alive, warm, welcome and wanted all at once, and I want to be with you every moment of my life. But I can't. As much as I want to, I can't. I can't because of the things they would do to you once they found out. And they would find out. I am yours forever, but we have to keep it a secret; it's the only way this could ever work. No one can ever learn the truth about us. I don't think that anyone would understand."

"I know" Lena replied feebly. "It's just... I wish it was different"

"So do I, chérie" Amélie nodded, pulling Tracer a little closer to herself. "And in the meantime, we should make the most of the time we have together, n'est-ce pas?"

"I like your thinking" Lena hummed, trying to ignore the bad feeling she had in her guts. She didn't like the idea of Widow going back to those Talon lunatics one bit. She couldn't stand the mere thought of her even doing as much as thinking about Talon ever again. Those bastards. What they did to Amélie, to her Amélile... one day they'd have to pay. Yet, the rational half of Tracer had to admit that Widowmaker was probably perfectly right. It would only work when they kept it a secret. At least for the time being until Talon was brought to its knees. Which it eventually would be. And until then they would have to make do with what little time they were given.

Which was abruptly cut short by the loud, annoying, and very much unwelcome ringing of a cellphone.

Tracer groaned, recognizing her ringtone. 'Why now? Can't you wait with whatever it is. Seriously.' She tried to roll over Widow to grab her phone, but her lover was faster. She took the device in her hands and looked at the display.

"Who is Athena?" Amélie inquired cocking an eyebrow in a jesting way "I see. I have to be careful with you, otherwise someone is stealing you away from me. You keep more girls warm, just in case, is that right? Ts ts, Lena; such a bad girl. Such a player" Widow teased, keeping the ringing phone barely out of Tracer's reach, utilizing her longer arms.

Lena groaned in frustration. "Gimme!" she demanded while laughing "C'mon, Blueberry!"

"Now why would I do that, chérie?" Widow teased.

"Athena is an AI! Come on; give me the phone!"

"An AI? Is that so? You don't really make a difference do you? Oh, you are such a naughty girl, Lena."

Tracer rolled her eyes again, her sides hurting from laughing, but she still needed to get the phone. So, lacking better ideas, she quickly tickled Widow on her sides, which made her cringe. Lena quickly snatched the mobile out of Amélie's hands and accepted the call.

She had to force her voice steady but probably still sounded like she had been laughing a whole lot when she spoke.

"Oxton."

"Chérie, don't you dare talk to other girls, or AIs or anyone when you are in bed with me!" Widow whispered into Lena's other ear, nibbling on her two pierce rings while her hand slid down Lena's body. "You are mine"

A shudder ran through Tracer's body, making it difficult to concentrate on whatever Athena was saying.

"Stop it!" Lena whispered, holding the phone away slightly, before turning back to it. "Sorry, Athena. What is it?"

Widowmaker noticed that her lover's relaxed body went stiff as a plank of wood in the blink of a moment. Her smile froze, and her buoyant eyes glazed over, her expression hardening.

Something bad had happened. Amélie could tell immediately and knew that their wonderful time together had come to an abrupt end. She simply knew that Tracer would have to storm off to wherever and get someone out of trouble. It was the same expression Tracer wore on the day she had picked a bleeding and almost dead Amélie up in that dirty alley in London which gave Tracer's intention away to Widow.

The room fell into complete silence and Widow could barely pick up some things the AI's monotonous voice on the other end of the line said. The little bits and pieces only confirmed her theory.

"Officially MIA [...] high alert. There was an incident in Zürich.[...] waiting for more information [...] Morrison enabled [...] ghost-tracker protocol.[...] dispatched a shuttle[...] Return to headquarters ASAP. Operation commences [...] martial law [...] Good luck."

"Understood. Thank you, Athena." Lena replied numbly, putting the phone down. She stared straight ahead for a moment before she shook her head as if she wanted to get rid of something.

"I am sorry, luv" Lena started, her voice bitter.

"You have to leave, don't you?" Widowmaker stated coolly, trying to hide her disappointment. It wasn't Lena's fault. Sooner or later their time together would have ended anyway. One of the two would have been called back to duty at some point. She just hoped they would have a little bit more of these precious moments in peace together.

"Yes." Tracer nodded sadly, her voice filled with concern and worry as she jumped out of bed and started to collect her stuff. "It's Angela. She got abducted and her bodyguard shot. We are starting a search and rescue operation soon. I have to get back to HQ and help. They need me to activate her tracker. Only I can do that. It's... complicated. I need to go and find her." Lena was almost stammering with trembling voice, as she tried to find her belongings. She couldn't really concentrate, so finding her skin tight orange pants and slipping into them was more a lucky hit than anything else. Which was proven when Lena tried to locate her brown RAF bomber jacket. Where did that damn thing go? It couldn't be far, dammit.

Widowmaker smiled supportively while she also got out of bed. Lena was a passionate woman. The same drive that made her want to be there for Amélie also made her want to be there for her friends. Widow never had friends, so she didn't know how that felt. But she knew what she'd do if someone dared to abduct Lena. The way she imagined things, a best friend was almost like a lover, but one you didn't get intimate with. Maybe a bit like a sibling, not that Amélie would have know how that felt either, as far as she remembered she was an only child. Widow might have been a tiny bit jealous of Angela, simply because Mercy got to spend time with Lena whenever she felt like it, but Tracer didn't have to know that.

Be that as it may, Amélie understood that Tracer had to leave. She spotted the jacket Lena was searching so desperately for, hanging over a chair. So she walked over to it and picked it up to give to Tracer.

Their hands touched for a moment when she passed her lover the heavy bomber jacket and Lena stopped dead in her tracks. She looked deeply into Widow's eyes, the woman who was standing naked right in front of her.

"Was it...?" Talon

"We don't know yet. They are still gathering information, it's total chaos. Could be. You don't worry about that. Don't get yourself into unnecessary trouble, you hear me, luv?"

"Shut up. I know what I'm doing." Widow tried to hide her insecurities behind a supportive smile, noticing that Tracer's hands were shaking badly. Figuring her own concerns could wait, she reached out for her girlfriends hands and cupped them in her own.

"You will find her, chérie. I know you will and she will be fine, oui?" Amélie reassured, squeezing Tracer's hands for a moment "Just use that smart head of yours and be careful, ok? Numbani is still under martial law and... I want to see you again."

Tracer took a deep breath, calming her nerves, as she smiled sadly at Widow, looking up at the taller woman before pulling her close once again. Amélie's proximity worked wonders for Tracer's anxious nerves. Inhaling her sweet scent with a hunch of lavender slowed her world down into calmness.

"You will see me again. Sooner than you think. I promise." She said, turning to leave.

Widowmaker stopped Tracer one final time, before she could go, and kissed her once more before she released the bubbly Brit.

"Wait!" Amélie called out after a short moment, noticing there was a piece of familiar grey cotton lying on the nightstand next to the bed "Your T-shirt!" Widowmaker grabbed the cloth and turned to follow Tracer

Lena just giggled cutely."You hold on to that for me, so you don't forget me again"

After a cheeky wink the door closed behind Tracer, and Widow was left alone in the apartment.

She instantly missed her company, her warmth, her stupid laugh, and her annoying attitude.

She immediately regretted not going with her; however stupid that may have been.

She started to feel cold again; dead inside and without a legit reason to live anymore.

She needed Tracer, like a junkie needed his drugs.

Lena Oxton was her drug. Her addiction.

Amélie brought the shirt in her hands to her nose and inhaled Lena's strong scent of perfume and British pub. Her aching heart calmed down for as long as the intoxicating scent lingered in her nostrils.

Now Widow would have to go without that addiction for a while. It was time to pack up anyway. Better head back before Amélie got stupid ideas.

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A/N:

Alright ladies and gents, this concludes chapter 15. Or does it? Mhhhh... Maybe you should read on just a little bit longer.

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Vienna, public speech of Thiery Savant during his campaign.

Accompanied by the roaring applause of the masses who had listened to Savant's political speech at the Prater*, the candidate for the position of UN general secretary left the stage and quickly vanished inside a black luxury sedan with windows tinted black which immediately drove off at a fast pace.

It had been a successful day. A very successful one. The French businessman was certain that he'd be able to win the elections. Fear was a good weapon. It was a perfect tool. Scared people would do anything if you promised them safety.

Creating the chaos he was promising to rid the world of was ingenious. He had been plotting this for so long. Many, many years of hardship and dedication. It all started to pay off.

Inside the silent car, Savant buried his head in his hands, rubbing his temples in a counter clockwise manner. His skin was burning and his eyes felt like they were on fire.

Two small, soft hands reached out for him and turned his face to look at the woman in a French maid uniform sitting next to him.

"Master, don't you think you are pushing your luck too hard?" she asked, her voice full of concern as she checked the corners of his jaw line "You are bleeding again" The maid stated and reached for a dark black box. The content was multiple rolls of bandage, which she started to spread out meticulously, before picking one and starting to bind up Savant's face with skilled yet careful movements like she had done this a thousand times before.

Which she had.

"Gerda, People have to vote for me. You should be well aware that this is a crucial part of the plan by now. I can't go and buy voters. So, if I want them to vote for me, I have to win them for me. We have been over this before." Savant snorted aggressively while he let his maid wrap his face with bandage. He had been wearing it for the better part of a year now.

"But it is painful?" his naive maid asked full of concern. She was young and so easy to manipulate. It didn't take his experts long to turn her into an absolutely loyal servant; one who would jump out of a window if he just indicated that would be to his liking.

"The genetic makeup was never meant to be pleasant" he replied, rolling his dark, glazed eyes. Unfortunately his little maid, who he had personally named Gerda, because her original name was quite boring, was overly concerned for his wellbeing. Sometimes that trait of her was a bit annoying. "It was meant to be effective"

"I understand that, Master" Gerda replied, her voice full of devotion.

"But I suppose you are right that it is time this stops to hurt. It's starting to unnerve me. I can't concentrate with my face constantly burning. And I hate not being able to concentrate" Savant grunted. "When can I expect results from the latest project?"

"Montgomery reported that TTS 627 is proving more stubborn than initially expected. He might take a little longer, Master." the maid replied instantly, which seemed to be amusing to Savant as he chuckled deeply

"Ziegler, Ziegler, Ziegler. You were always such an annoying piece of work. Didn't suppose she'd make it easy for us."

"No, Master" Gerda replied. "I took care of your face" she informed him.

"Good. I think it is time to move to the next stage of our little plan. Give me the other reports" Savant demanded as his maid and assistant quickly shuffled the black first aid kit away to hand some dossiers to her boss. As she did so, the wrist of her left arm peeked out under her sleeve. It revealed a barcode tattooed onto her skin with some letters and numbers underneath.

TTS 514

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*Prater: The Prater is a large public park in Vienna's 2nd district (Leopoldstadt). The Wurstelprater amusement park, often simply called "Prater", lies in one corner of the Wiener Prater and includes the Wiener Riesenrad Ferris wheel

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