Chapter 4:

The Paw Patrol had prepared and set out for their next mission. As they rushed to their vehicles, the team sped away from the aircraft carrier, ready to face the new challenge. Moments earlier, Ryder had reported that a building had partially collapsed. "This marks the third problem we've encountered today!" Chase thought while following Ryder in his police car. His stomach growled, reminding him that they had barely eaten all day. "But I'm sure we can handle this as a team!"

Chase looked up and noticed that the once heavy, black clouds had transformed into a lighter shade of gray, wispy, drifting through the air. They streaked across the sky, and sunlight began to break through the clearing clouds. The lingering scent of rain filled the air, and gentle rays of light warmed his fur as the wind rustled through it.

Chase was positioned behind Ryder and quickly scanned his vehicle's areas to the left and right. Small puddles lingered at street corners, reflecting the sky above them. If he weren't on a mission, Chase would have loved to step outside and enjoy the storm's aftermath, but he knew he had to focus on the task at hand.

Chase shook his head and concentrated entirely on the task before him. "That building is going to collapse, and someone might need our help!" he thought, directing his focus toward the crumbling structure. His tires squealed as he rounded a corner, and the team continued down the straightaway.

Chase was just about to speak when Marshall called out, "Ryder!" They drove on, and his voice echoed through the radio. "What did the caller say? Did they mention if anyone was in the building?"

Marshall had nearly voiced his exact thoughts. "Unfortunately, pups, I only saw what you did on the hologram. The holographic map indicated that the building had four levels, and one side had collapsed. The call was a fast one, and they hadn't seen anyone inside," Ryder replied through his headset, raising his voice to ensure they could hear him over the rushing wind.

"Understood, Ryder. Whatever happens, I'll be ready!" Marshall said enthusiastically.

Chase nodded, mentally painting a picture of the scene, figuring out which way to approach the situation and where Ryer would need him.

As Chase and his team approached, several cars pulled over to the right side of the road. They quickly maneuvered past the vehicles and pressed on toward their destination. According to the map, the building stood in the city's downtown area.

The loud blaring of their sirens pierced the air as they maneuvered through city streets that began to stir, still slick with rain. They weaved between honking cars and startled pedestrians. Adrenaline started to build in Chase's veins as the moment arrived, and they finally reached their destination. Chase and his team rounded a corner, and his gaze was instantly drawn to the dilapidated structure before them.

It mainly stood alone on the block—gray and neglected, about four stories high, just as Ryder had described. A sizeable frontal section of the structure had crumbled, creating gaping holes that exposed the interior. Broken furniture and debris littered the area, with larger pieces scattered about, and some spilled into the road. Fortunately, from what Chase could see, the surrounding buildings had remained unharmed.

"How does a collapse like this even happen?" Chase thought to himself as he looked at the building. "Let's just be grateful nobody was near it then."

Ryder quickly assessed the situation and began directing his team. "Rocky, put some flares behind us to ensure no one comes down that road. Chase, set up a perimeter on the other side! The rest of you, be careful around that building; we don't know if it might collapse further."

Rocky yipped enthusiastically and moved backward. "Arf, flares!" he called out as he activated the flares from his truck, lighting up the road behind them to warn oncoming traffic to stay away. Meanwhile, Chase was already prepared for his task, quickly deploying police tape with a bark to mark the block entrances and prevent anyone from entering the area.

Chase listened intently as Ryder directed the team while speeding down the street. "Skye, I need you to scout around the building and see if anyone is on top of or around it; be prepared to extract if you find anyone. And Rubble, the mess on the street needs to be cleared. Use your rig to move it off the road so people can drive through."

"Let's take to the sky!" Skye said, flying off and around the building.

"Rubble on the double!" Rubble barked as he moved forward with his front loader, beginning to clear away the debris. He worked swiftly, improving road access for the team as he relocated the rubble.

Meanwhile, Chase finished setting up his tape and returned to the scene. Ryder used a pair of binoculars to observe the situation inside the building. "Skye, do you have any updates from up there?" Ryder asked through the radio.

"Negative, Ryder," Skye responded. "The building's exterior looks clear; I don't see any civilians nearby."

"That's a good—" Ryder began to say before he was interrupted by a sudden sharp noise that rang through the air.

Chase's ears immediately perked up as a sharp yelp cut through the air. The team fell silent as Ryder raised his binoculars again to locate the source of the sound. Chase narrowed his eyes and listened intently, anxiously waiting for the noise to return.

A few moments later, another yelp echoed through the area. This time, Chase and the rest of the team were ready and quickly began to pinpoint its location.

"That sounds like an animal's cry!" Marshall exclaimed.

"They need help!" Chase barked back, echoing Marshall's sentiment.

"I think it came from one of the higher floors," Ryder began. "This building isn't looking good. Rubble, use some of your cement to secure the supports!"

"Let's do it!" Rubble exclaimed as he moved his machine forward. With careful placement, he began to shoot quick-drying cement onto the building's support frames to help stabilize it.

"Great job, Rubble. Marshall, set up your ladder near the building and see if you can place it on one of those broken ledges," Ryder instructed.

"I'm fired up!" Marshall barked as he pulled his truck up to the side of the building and began to extend his ladder toward the edge.

"Chase, I need you and your nose up there to help find whoever or whatever made that sound," Ryder added.

"Chase is on the case!" he barked, leaping from his car. He quickly padded over to Marshall's truck and climbed the ladder with him. The ladder extended high, allowing them to reach a second-story ledge where some debris had crumbled, creating a large hole. The building creaked ominously as they peered inside the dimly lit room.

"Wow, this building really feels like it could come down at any moment," Marshall remarked. "Uh… police pups first, right?" he added with a sly smile.

Chase raised an eyebrow and smiled back. "You'll hear no complaints from this pup. Come on!" Without hesitation, Chase moved off the ladder and into the building. "Whoever is trapped in here could be seriously hurt. I need to find out where they are," Chase thought as Marshall followed him inside.

Despite the afternoon sun shining outside, the room was dark, with no interior lights on. Dust wafted through the air and streamed into Marshall's headlamp as he barked it on, illuminating the area. "I miss having a light in my pup-pack," Chase said to Marshall as they began to walk and investigate the room together.

"That would come in handy about now," Marshall replied, moving around a broken wooden board. Chase looked around the room but soon found that whoever had made the sound wasn't there.

After a moment, Chase called out, "Hello! Where are you?" His voice echoed in the small space, which appeared to have once been an office. Many cabinets and drawers were toppled over and covered in dust, while office chairs and other supplies lay scattered throughout the room. Cracks had formed on several walls, and the wallpaper had started to peel away.

Chase heard a reply from above him and outside the door to his left. "Over here!" Marshall exclaimed, immediately bounding toward the door.

Chase quickly followed, carefully navigating around objects to reach the next room.

"Watch your paws, Chase," Marshall warned as they entered another room. "The floor is covered with things that could cut you."

"Thanks," Chase replied as they moved through a hallway and up a flight of stairs.

"From what I could tell, I think it's up here," Marshall said as the pair pushed through a door leading to the third floor.

The door to the third floor opened into a long hallway. Chase observed several office rooms but noticed no one around. He sniffed the air, trying to catch a scent. A variety of smells hit his nose, but he focused on one that stood out—it had the familiar odor of a dog, and it was fresh.

"Marshall, I got their scent; I think they are this way!" Chase exclaimed as he headed left down the hall.

Marshall nodded and stayed close to Chase, his light guiding them as they crept around the dark building. Cracks along the walls indicated that this place was in severe disarray, and the creaking and groaning of the structure didn't help as they searched for whoever was up there.

"Hello!?" Chase called again through the rooms. His voice echoed off the barren walls as he anxiously awaited a response.

"I'm here, hurry!" a young male voice called back; it was somewhat muffled but nearby.

"Come on, Marshall!" Chase shouted as he bounded down the hallway.

"Wait for me!" Marshall yelped in reply.

"Keep that flashlight close!" Chase instructed him as they entered the room together. It was another dusty office space with broken pieces of furniture scattered around. Chase heard a slight cough, and his eyes quickly followed the beam of Marshall's flashlight to a tipped bookcase in the corner of the room.

Chase and Marshall quickly dashed over to the tipped bookcase lying on its front side. The top of the bookcase rested slightly on a nearby broken board. Crouching down, Chase peeked underneath and spotted a small shape—a dog. His nose quickly confirmed his suspicions.

"Hello, we're here to help!" Chase called as he looked under the bookcase. "Are you hurt?"

"It fell over on me. Thankfully, I avoided the worst of it," a voice replied from beneath the bookshelf, "but now I'm stuck under it, and my hind paw is trapped."

Chase nodded. "He seems okay and in good strength. His voice is also pretty calm," he thought to himself.

"Don't worry," Marshall said with a smile, "Stay calm; we will have you out in no time."

Chase stood up and peered over the cabinet. The bookcase was reasonably large, and Chase circled it, examining it closely, but he could find no clue on how to remove it off the dog. "Marshall, I don't see a good angle to move this," Chase said, contemplating his next move.
"Don't worry, Chase," Marshall replied. I have an idea!" Marshall crouched down and looked through the small opening in the bookcase he could see. He then gauged the size of the bookcase and moved to its bottom, barking, "Arf, axe!" A pair of dual axes with mechanical arms shot out from his pup pack, and he held them over the back of the cabinet.

"Chase, stand back," Marshall told him as his visor rolled over his eyes.

Chase nodded and jumped back from the bookcase, understanding his plan. "It could be dangerous for the dog," Chase thought. "But I trust Marshall to do this right!"

"And don't worry," Marshall said, addressing the trapped dog, "I won't get anywhere near you!" He then grabbed his axes and began chopping at the bottom of the wooden bookcase. As he sliced through the wood, it splintered under the swift blows of his axes.

After a few moments, the bottom half of the bookcase was broken, providing better access to the trapped dog. "Perfect, let's get him out!" Chase exclaimed, rushing to the back of the bookcase as Marshall returned the axes to his pup pack. Marshall nodded to acknowledge him.

The bookcase felt much lighter, with the bottom open, allowing them to wiggle their way underneath the now-exposed back. "Alright," Chase said to Marshall, "On three, we lift, and then you should be able to get out, okay?!"

"Okay," The dog replied.

"One, two, three!" Chase barked, mustering strength to lift the weakened old wooden bookcase. It was heavy and challenging, and their legs strained. Chase and Marshall grunted loudly as they pushed, but the bookcase finally shifted and began to rise with their combined efforts.

Suddenly, the dog turned and wriggled free from underneath. Chase and Marshall quickly jerked and ducked out from under the falling bookcase with a huff.

The bookcase tumbled down, and Chase, Marshall, and the dog moved away, panting. "That was a great idea, Marshall," Chase said.

"Yes, thank you for that; I don't know what I would have done without you…" The dog said, trailing off a bit.

"Whenever you need help, just axe for help!" Marshall said with a salute. He and Chase snickered briefly.

Chase then put on a serious face and finally got a better look at the dog they had saved as Marshall's headlight washed over him. The dog was a young male puppy similar to Chase's size. His fur was lighter, matted, and short. He wore a dark collar with a symbol on the tag. Unfortunately, because the flashlight was his only light source, Chase couldn't get the best look at him.

"I don't recognize his scent; it's not one I've smelled recently…" Chase thought, still pondering the other incidents and mentally filing the scent in his mind. "This isn't the time; I'll think about those once everyone is safe."

Chase saw Marshall also looking him over before asking, "What's your name?"

"Rush," The puppy answered proudly, his chest puffed.

"Rush," Chase repeated aloud, "Are you hurt?"

Rush nodded slightly. "It caught my hind leg a little, but not too badly." Chase saw Rush place his paw on the ground and then pull it back as he shifted some weight onto it. "Ow, that's... painful. I really did hurt it a bit..." Rush said, trailing off and sounding somewhat confused.

Chase tilted his head, but Marshall continued. "Don't worry; I'll take a look at it outside. For now, if you need help, you can lean on one of us!"

Rush nodded, and Chase moved closer to his side, supporting him. "It's great to meet you, but let's get out of here quickly. I have no idea how long this building will hold up."

Marshall took the lead since he had the light, and the group began to descend toward the second floor, where they had entered. "Ryder," Chase said into his pup-tag as they entered the stairwell, "We found a trapped puppy on the third floor; we have him and are heading back to the second floor."

"Great work, Chase," Ryder's voice crackled through the radio, "Rubble has finished up out here, but hurry; the building still looks unsteady."

"Understood, Ryder, sir!" Chase replied. Chase wanted to ask Rush a few questions but didn't think this was the right time. It would have to wait until they were safely outside. The three quickly descended the staircase, Rush still leaning on Chase's shoulder, and emerged into the hallway on the second level. Turning right, they started toward the room that Chase and Marshall had entered.

After turning and heading down the hallway, the building let out a low groan above them. Chase flicked an ear upward, and Marshall's light darted to the ceiling.

"That doesn't sound good," Marshall said in a low voice.

"No, not at all-," Chase began and was cut off as Skye's voice broadcasted through his pup-tag.

"Guys, it's looking shakey out here. I don't think parts will hold much longer!" She told them.

"Chase, Marshall, get you and him out of there!" Ryder exclaimed urgently.

Chase and Marshall exchanged glances, then quickly helped Rush toward the door, picking up the pace as they all began to jog

down the hallway. They had just about reached the room when a loud tearing sound suddenly echoed through the air as cracks formed in the ceiling above them.

"Wait…what? That shouldn't be hap-"

"Watch out!" Chase shouted, swiftly interrupting Rush. He shoved Marshall with his shoulder and then leaped forward, his teeth gripping Rush's collar as he jumped to the side just in time to avoid the falling ceiling. Large chunks of plaster and wood came crashing down around him. With quick reflexes, Chase narrowly escaped the debris. Splinters and fragments of dried plaster exploded out in all directions as they plummeted. He pushed himself along the ground to dodge another piece of wood that threatened to fall. Just then, a sharp pain shot through his right paw pad, causing him to yelp out in pain.

As a few more small fragments cascaded to the ground, the room sank into an eerie silence once more. Dust drifted softly in the air, illuminated by the flickering light. Still reeling from the unexpected disruption, Chase and the others began to gather themselves, shaking off the debris that clung to their clothes and fur.

"Chase!" Marshall shouted, urgency lacing his voice as he sprinted toward his friend, his flashlight cutting through the haze. "Are you okay?"

Chase winced but managed a nod. He glanced down at his paw, noticing dark liquid pooling around the cut. "I'm fine. It's just a little cut on my paw, but I'll look at it outside. We really need to get out of here fast." He gently licked the wound a few times to clean it, feeling the sharp sting bite deeper with each pass. The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue, leaving an uncomfortable sensation that clung to the back of his throat.

"Is everyone okay!?" Ryder's voice came through his pup-tag.

"Chase was injured a little, but we are okay, Ryder. We are making our way out now," Marshall responded.

Rush stared wide-eyed at the debris. "You…saved me. Thanks." Initially, his expression showed shock and surprise, but then he turned to look at Chase. His expression toughened slightly as if he were mentally steeling himself.

"Of course," Chase said, offering a reassuring smile despite the throbbing pain in his paw. "It's what the Paw Patrol does. Now let's get out of here."

Rush and the others nodded. Chase glanced at the doorway and noticed it was partially blocked, but at least the door was open, allowing them to climb over the debris and pass through.

The team carefully climbed over the dusty pile into the next room. Chase, determined yet strained, tried to scale the heap using only three of his paws, but the task proved more arduous than he had anticipated. Each time he gingerly placed his right paw down, a flicker of pain shot through him, leaving him grimacing in discomfort.

"Here, lean on me, Chase," Marshall offered with genuine concern, moving close to support him.

Chase was thankful for his friend's help and leaned on him as they made their way to the open wall. The solid strength of his friend's shoulder was a comforting support, steadying Chase as he worked to find his footing. Despite his struggles, Chase kept moving, though he winced gently, trailing drops of blood on the ground behind him.

For now, Rush managed on three legs as they moved through the room and exited the building. They carefully climbed down Marshall's ladder, landing safely outside. As they did, the entire Paw Patrol team immediately gathered around, asking how it went and wanting details about what happened.

"Alright, pups, let's give them some space," Ryder instructed the team. He then turned to Rush, who was looking back up at the building.

"Are you okay?" Ryder asked, turning Rush back around.

Chase glanced over at Rush, and thanks to the midday sunlight, he could finally get a good look at him. Rush was a young puppy, and Chase had difficulty determining his breed. Although Rush was similar in build and height to him, his body was also lean and active. Like Chase, he resembled a German Shepherd, but he had white fur with patches of black on his face that made Chase do a double take. "A White Shepherd? Maybe a mix?" Chase wondered.

Rush wore a black collar around his neck, which featured a tag shaped like a shield. The shield was outlined in gold with a white background. Inside the shield was a small but striking symbol of a silver lightning bolt heading left to right. The lightning bolt was long and thin, with several jagged edges and smaller bolts that rippled off it, filling most of the space within the gold-edged shield. The metalwork looked impressive and sleek, and the silver lightning created a beautiful contrast against the white background.

Despite being dusty, Rush's fur was a handsome shade of white that covered his entire body. His fur was short and ruffled in some areas, but it had a smooth appearance that gave him an agile and streamlined look. The most striking feature was a small black mask on only the top half of his muzzle, which started from the tip of his nose and extended halfway up, with black lines leading to his eyes. The bottom half of his jaw was white. His bright blue eyes had an intelligent and serious demeanor, hinting at a touch of mystery. His ears were a pleasant white, pointy, and alert. His longer tail was fluffier at the bottom and pure white. Despite his serious expression, Chase could see a small smile at the corners of Rush's lips, and his tail wagged softly, radiating the youthful energy of a puppy.

"I'm alright," Rush replied. "I hurt my hind paw quite a bit, but at least I'm not buried under rubble, thanks to your police pup, Chase." Pointing his muzzle toward Chase.

"Great job, Chase and Marshall!" Ryder exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

Chase smiled slightly. "I'm just glad we're all okay!" He puffed out his chest proudly but then grimaced as he put weight on his paw.

"You okay, dude?" Zuma asked, noticing the change in Chase's expression.

Chase nodded. "Yeah, I hope so; I cut my paw on something in there." He flipped his right paw over and looked at it more closely. He could see a moderate cut, with blood pooling around the wound and soaking into his fur, staining the bottom of his paw pads.

"Chase," Ryder said, concern in his voice as he bent down, "let me see." He gently held Chase's paw in his hand and examined it more closely. "That looks painful, bud. Marshall, let's get him patched up!"

"I'm on it!" Marshall exclaimed, "Don't worry, I have something for both of you!"

Marshall ran to his truck, grabbed a white medical case in his mouth, and ran back to them.

As he did, Skye walked up and peeked at Chase's paw pad, "Are you okay?"

Chase turned and nodded as Marshall opened his medical kit and pulled a few gauze swabs out with his teeth. "It looks worse than it is," he told Skye with a smile, "But thanks for caring."

She smiled sweetly as she watched Marshall dab at his wound to clear the blood before he pulled a wipe out of the case with his teeth. He then used the wipe to clean Chase's wound. "Sorry, this might sting a bit," Marshall told him. Chase grimaced, wrinkling his muzzle as shots of pain shot through his paw from each stroke. "He wasn't wrong; this might hurt for a while…" Chase thought as Marshall then took a bandage and wrapped it tightly around the injury.

"There!" Marshall barked proudly, tearing the bandage with his teeth. "Keep that on, and you'll be fine!"

Chase stretched his paw a bit to test the bandage. It was tight but should help stop the bleeding. "Thanks!" Chase said gratefully.

"No problem, buddy!" Marshall said proudly.

Marshall then turned his attention to Rush, who held out his hind leg for inspection. As Marshall examined it, Chase noticed Rush clenching his jaw, clearly in pain from Marshall's gentle movements as he evaluated the depth of the injury.

"Well, it looks like you can still move it, which is good," Marshall said, pondering the situation. "Let's wrap it with a bandage to keep it stable."

Marshall retrieved a bandage from the box and carefully wrapped Rush's paw. "I…what if it's broken? It really hurts," Rush expressed, still flinching from Marshall's touch.

"I don't think it's broken," Marshall replied reassuringly. "I believe it's just a bad sprain. Unfortunately, I don't have my full kit here to examine it properly."

"Oh…well, could you take me back and check it?" Rush asked, smiling a bit, "I've heard about the Paw Patrol's HQ, and just seeing it for a second would be amazing!"

The team chuckled at Rush's enthusiasm. "Sorry, Rush," Ryder said, "but I think your owner would miss you. If he's around, we can explain what happened with your leg, and he can get it checked out."

Rush briefly looked down at his collar before meeting Ryder's eyes again. "Oh, this... I actually don't have an owner."

"But your collar," Ryder replied.

"I, um... I don't have one anymore," Rush said, stumbling over his words and averting his gaze from Ryder. "He's…um…gone..."

"I wonder what happened to him," Chase mused.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Skye said empathetically, moving closer to Rush.

"I-it's okay," Rush said, brightening up a bit. "I just have this collar as a keepsake, but I manage fine." He turned his head to look at the building. "And it looks like my hangout spot is no longer much of a building." Pieces of rock crumbled as he spoke, adding emphasis to his words.

"Doesn't sound easy or very pleasant," Chase thought as he turned to look up at Ryder for a response.

"Well…" Ryder began, glancing around at his pups, "I suppose it's alright if you come back for a bit. Let's check out that leg. After all, whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help!"

Suddenly, Rubble's stomach rumbled, and everyone turned to him. "I'm yelping for help, Ryder!" he exclaimed, and everyone snickered, "or at least, my tummy is!"

Chase's stomach followed sui,t and he was desperately reminded about how hungry he was. A gnawing and painful grip seemed to grab at his insides as he thought about his food bowl. "Three situations in one day and hardly any food. I think it's time we get back!" He thought.

"I couldn't agree more, pups," Ryder said, "Let's get back to HQ!"

The team howled in unison, and each pup got into their vehicle. "Rush, jump in with Chase; he'll bring you in his car," Ryder said.

Rush nodded, and together, they made their way to his police car, both carefully moving on three legs before getting inside. Rush settled into the seat next to Chase. There wasn't much space in the car, and their fur brushed against each other as they squeezed together to fit.

"This is a sweet car!" Rush said with a smile as he looked around at the buttons.

"Oh, yeah, it is!" Chase replied, grinning. With his tail wagging, he turned the car on and placed a paw on the accelerator. He pushed his cap further down with a paw to ensure it wouldn't fly off. "Hang on!"

Rush huffed with a smile, "Copy that." Chase snickered and pushed the accelerator down, taking off and following Ryder. Chase was in second place, with the rest of the team trailing behind him. They left the scene, the broken building fading into the distance.

Rush opened his mouth and lifted his head as they picked up speed, letting the breeze whip through his white fur. "Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed, "Nothing in the entire world beats this feeling!"

Chase glanced at Rush out of the corner of his eye, noticing his white fur rippling and bits of dust scattering off him. A grin spread across his face as he took pride in his vehicle. "I couldn't agree more!" He then howled happily into the wind and this time Rush joined in.

"He's energetic," Chase thought as they finished their joined howl. "I wonder how long he'll stick around." Chase wanted to ask him a few questions about the building and how it had begun to fall in the first place while it was still fresh in their minds, but once again it didn't feel like the right time. He would have to ask him about it when they got back.

It took several minutes for them to finally reach the central part of town, bringing them closer to their headquarters. Chase navigated around several corners, carefully deciding when to use his injured paw to steer as their destination approached. It was past midday as the team guided themselves through the bustling streets. The tall skyscrapers reflected sunlight off their high windows, bathing the surrounding area in warmth. The hum of traffic and the occasional honking of horns filled the air, while the scent of freshly baked goods wafted over Chase's nose as they passed a market square.

A variety of civilians lined the roads, hurrying to and from their destinations. Although he had been in the city for a few months, it still felt like a fresh experience compared to their home in Adventure Bay. Chase took a deep breath, recalling his past experiences in the city. "I can't believe I'm starting to like it here…" he thought to himself.

"It's quite the city, isn't it?" Rush said, pulling Chase out of his thoughts.

"It certainly has become that," Chase replied, reflecting on the past few months in the city. It was comforting to think about how this place had grown on him so much. So many new memories had been created here, and each new situation brought exciting but challenging adventures.

"I wonder what's coming next," Chase thought. He felt excitement as he recalled the various situations he had just experienced and what was to come. However, that excitement soon turned into unease; something in his gut made him anxious about what might happen next. He shook his head, pushing his worries aside. Instead, he redirected his focus on returning to HQ with Rush so they could tend to their wounds.

"Whatever happens, we will handle it together," He thought with a smile.

Pressing on, the team continued in relative silence as they headed toward their home away from home.

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