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===[CHAPTER 23: WINDOWLICKER]===
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The Elf shouted in a language unfamiliar to Eli. They wore a mask, very similar to that of Otaes’ except it was completely blank – a greyish bone color. This Elf also looked smaller than Otaes was, but not by much. From some unseen section of the room emerged a floating metal box - a drone. From the drone's front was a camera shining a bright light straight into Eli's eyes.
Eli squinted from the intensity of the drone's light; his hands exposed to his aggressor in the hopes of convincing him that he wasn’t a threat. He couldn't be, not in his state. Wounded in the leg, without a weapon, and nearly dead. He couldn’t try anything even if he wanted to. But eventually the Elf changed posture, as if he understood something that Eli was trying to say. He opened a wary eye to see that the Elf looked oddly confused. Suddenly, it held up its hand. The same blue magical glow resonated from it.
“Wait a minute…You’re the prisoner from earlier. Eli, right?” Asked a friendly sounding voice.
“Yeah, I’m the-", He winced, “I’m the prisoner. Are you Temetet?”
He nodded, “In the flesh.”
Eli sighed feeling the tension in his muscles practically fade away. Temetet pulled his dagger away from the skin of Eli’s neck allowing him room to breathe, and the drone peeled away to hover in the middle of he room.
A roar pierced through the air. Both Temetet and Eli looked out to the open window in the room. In the skies a dragon circled over their building. Wings open, letting out a screeching roar as it flew over them. Eli was initially awestruck by the creature, his gaze following the massive reptile as it held the formation just ahead of them. But his wonder shifted into fear once he realized that the dragon was likely hunting him. It would be in his best interests to remain hidden. He stumbled across Temetet, now all he had to do was get him back with Otaes or bring him to the Palace. Simple enough. But then he felt the familiar pang of vibrant pain sear through his poorly bandaged leg, and he realized that simple did not necessarily mean "easy".
Eli struggled up to his feet. Wobbly. Temetet took notice of his predicament, looking down at the spot where the sleeve of Eli's pants had been rolled up to expose the blood stained bandages. Without skipping a beat, Temetet offered him a hand, “Are you hurt, Prisoner?”
“Gunshot in my leg.” Eli grunted, "I should be fine though."
Temetet slightly recoiled in disgust while looking at it, but quickly gained his composure, “I think I can fix that. With the right spell that is.”
“There’s a suppression field up, I don’t know if magic would work-“
“Don’t worry about that, look I’m basically a genius at magic. I can… lift things. Provided they aren’t heavier than a leaf. I’m sure I can find a magic spell to heal a silly old bullet wound.”
Eli shrugged, “Well if, you’re sure.”
“Relax, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Temetet said gesturing for Eli to lie back down on the floor to expose the wound. Temetet reached out - holding his hands over his leg, but quickly he stopped himself as if remembering something important, “Now, I do have a disclaimer. Nothing serious. Just… y’know patient-doctor code type of stuff.”
“Oh...kay?”
“If I go through with this, there’s a slight chance – and I mean, really slight – that instead of healing your leg I might accidentally give you... moderate to severe brain damage.”
“WHAT?” Eli choked.
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Look at the alternatives! If you asked any other random elf to heal you, you’d run the risk of spontaneous combustion! Brain damage or bursting into flames? I don’t know about you but one option seems a lot better than the-“
“On second thought,” Eli brushed Temetet aside as he stood, painfully, on his leg, “I’m good.”
“Alright, suit yourself. You know, my sister Otaes, she knows healing magic. If we can find her, she can get you patched up in no time!”
“She already tried. Don’t worry about it-“
“Wait,” Temetet placed a hand on Eli’s shoulder, “You were with her? Oh! She must've sent you! Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
“W-what?" Temetet stammered, "What do you mean, ‘You don’t know’?”
“I mean, I don’t know! She’s left because the Imperials are after her, so she's trying to lose them! I don't know where she is but she just wants me to find you!” Another roar from the dragon reminded them of the situation, dreadfully it was accompanied now by the sound of the soldiers’ boots and their radio chatter, “We have to go! The soldiers are gonna swarm us!”
Temetet nodded looking around. His eyes landed on the drone hovering just behind them. Temetet started digging through a satchel hanging around his shoulder, and from it whipped out a monitor. With a press of a few buttons on the device, the drone let out a tiny chirp and its blades whirred - sending it flying into the distance at warp speed! Meanwhile, Temetet's eyes studied the screen, “Hmm... There’s a path we can use to get out of here. If we follow the route, we can get down into the canals and back to the Palace!”
“The canals? Again? I don't know...” Eli dreaded the thought of having to venture back into those dank tunnels again with his bad leg, "It's a long way back, and there's gotta be an army between us and the canals by now."
"Don't worry about a thing! That drone used to belong to The Imperials but I've rigged it so it'll work for us! It's an older model but it still should be able to tap into the communications networks that the Riverlanders and Avonians use. It'll give us a good live feed of their position in real time!" Temetet's eyes sparkled with wonder at that, he was practically bouncing in excitement about the revelation. Though he stopped midway when a thought seemed to strike him, "Provided they haven't changed the ciphers of course... But eh, it should be fine. The Imperials aren't really all that smart, you know? They've been using the same codes for the last two years and they still have no clue, it's hilarious."
"Wow that's actually great, Temetet!" Eli could hardly conceal his own excitement. Having the ability to tap into their communications was an advantage so crucial it would've almost made their job easy. "What are they saying now?"
"Lemme check," Temetet pressed a few more buttons on the monitor. There was a crackle of radio static at first and then the sounds of robotic dialogue, most of it completely unintelligible to Eli's ears. But Temetet seemed to understand most of it, "Woof, they're big mad! Apparently the Kitchi have been giving them hell. They say they're looking for one Kitchi warrior and a human companion, huh... I'd hate to be those guys."
"Temetet they're talking about me and Otaes! I'm the human companion."
"Oh... " Temetet gave him a blank-eyed stare, "Oh that's not good."
"You said there's a route we can take to stay hidden, right?"
"Yeah but... if they're looking for you that kind of throws a wrench into our plans. It should be fine though. I mean, you can walk. Right?"
Eli tested his leg briefly standing up on it and applying some weight, "It'll hold, I think."
"Good. Just follow me! We'll be through this in no time!" Temetet said. With a few steps, he led the way out of the half deteriorated room and towards their escape. It was going to be a long trek back, and they'd have to be cautious to keep evading the Imperials who have definitely swarmed the building by now. But if Temetet was sure that his drone thingy knew the best path there, Eli should be fine enough following him. With the nod of Eli’s head, Temetet took to leading the duo.
Temetet walked briskly. He was quick, unsurprisingly. Eli - less so. He was limping along as fast as he could, trying his best to ignore the scorching pangs of painful protest that his leg offered him whenever too much pressure was put on the calf. A good sign was that it was hurting less, though it was hardly a major difference. At least the bleeding seemed to have stopped. The last thing he needed was to reopen the wound for like the third time now. Through narrow, half-bombed out hallways, they reached a staircase at the far end. Predictably, they could hear the soldiers tearing up a storm on one of the floors beneath them. Downstairs was of course out of the option, and Temetet quickly shifted direction to keep going further up. Once they reached the top of the staircase, a solid door greeted them barring access to what looked like the roof.
"Woah... woah, the roof? Are you sure? They've got dragons up there!" Eli could feel his fear of the flying monsters suddenly overtake him, but Temetet didn't seem worried about it.
"They're fighting griffons. They shouldn't be focused on us."
"Shouldn't or aren't?"
"Shouldn't! I mean, aren't! They definitely aren't! I think."
Eli grumbled. He knew that it was the only way through, but he still hated the idea. If one of those things saw the two it would've been over. Temetet gave his shoulder a nudge, "Relax grumpy, I've got us covered! I'm basically a Kitchi Warrior barring a few technicalities here and there. We'll be together, it's gonna be awesome!"
"I wouldn't exactly call getting torched alive by dragons 'awesome'."
"Oh come ooooooon, I'm not gonna let you get killed. I promise. Trust me," Temetet rolled his eyes.
"Alright," Eli warily braced himself, "But you're paying for my open casket."
"Deal," Temetet opened the door without so much as a second thought.
The door opened to reveal the bright sun now being clouded by haze from the gunfire. Dragons were indeed still circling the skies, but as Temetet predicted they were caught up in fights with griffons circling the skies. Temetet and Eli were about three stories up from the ground, spat out onto a flat deck from which there was rather easy access to walk to the buildings across, up and over a fence. A buzz in the air alerted Eli to the presence of the drone watching over them not too far away. He had to remind himself that they weren't walking blind, but they had help - for once. So long as the drone was watching over them, he should be at ease.
"Let's be quick. The path is clear now but they've still got sentries lurking around here," said Temetet, "Eugh, hate those things. They're like... spiders. I hate spiders."
"You and me both."
The drone quickly intercepted them, paving the path itself by flying to the next waypoint. It flew to another rooftop connected to their own, stopping right in front of an open window not too far away that would provide them with shelter. The only issue being the path there, which was perilous at best. The tiles lining the roof sloped upwards in a bell-shape over the building. All that was available for purchase was a slight overhang of the stone tiled roof that provided a flat enough surface for one person to walk on if they were careful. Eli followed Temetet onto the ledge, trying his best to ignore the fact that what they were doing was a really terrible idea. Now, Eli wasn't scared of heights in particular, but he knew danger when he saw it.
“Alright, just don’t… uh… don’t look down,” Said Temetet, his voice wavering as he struggled to remain composed, “Definitely… do not look down. Whatever you do… don’t… don’t… ah I just looked down! Yep. Don’t do that. Definitely do not do – Oh I looked again. Oh dear…”
With their backs to the roof to ensure maximum balance, they shuffled across. Reaching an open window that the drone hovered just in front of. Although unexpected, Temetet climbed inside with Eli following suit. Once Eli’s feet landed on stable floors, he collapsed. Exhausted. His heart raced in his chest, his lungs screamed for relief. Temetet also leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
“Safe,” Temetet sighed, “For now that is. We’ve still got y’know… just half the Avonian army trying to locate and kill us. The usual. No pressure...”
“Yeah. No pressure at all,” Eli remarked.
“When you were being captured, you mentioned that you were a soldier, right?"
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"Yeah, but not willingly. I was drafted in."
Temetet looked confused, "So you were drafted against your will, you deserted, and now you're being punished for it? That's not fair."
That response stunned Eli. He'd never heard someone say that. Being tossed into prison for desertion during a war seemed like a justifiable enough punishment for most - perhaps even to the others within The Penal Unit, "Well, everyone has their own definition of what's fair and what isn't."
"Yeah but, they took you! They took you to fight and they're not being punished for that, but once you decided that it wasn't for you suddenly you're the one being punished?"
"It's more complicated. It isn't black and white."
"Ah... well, I guess so. It still doesn't seem right though," Temetet said though his voice was already trailing off. He took a cursory look around the room they had entered. It was quite large with plenty of furniture and several beds scattered around on the inside like a dormitory of some fashion. Slowly the drone entered the room through the opened the window, blades whirring, before Temetet caught it - deactivating the little robot and stowing it away into his satchel. Shelves containing books and decorations had been knocked over. The lights blown out long ago. A door leading further into the building had been knocked clean off of its hinges. Nothing remained of the original occupants. Which made Eli think about what Otaes had told him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be hiding somewhere?”
“What? Did Otaes tell you that? I came out here to help.”
“Help how?”
Temetet tapped his mask, “I’m basically a Kitchi. When people see the mask, they expect you to take them to safety. So, I did. I helped them evacuate this part of the city so the Home Guard could take them!”
“Well, it just sounds like she wants you to be where its safe.”
“Nowhere is safe.”
Eli shrugged, “That doesn’t mean you have to put your life on the line. Let the Home Guard do their job.”
“This is my job, prisoner! I’m training to be a Kitchi warrior! Just like Otaes. She just wants me put away because she thinks I’m still a kid. But I’m not! I’m basically an adult now! I can fend for myself just fine!” He argued, his voice squeaking in a way that reminded Eli too much of Omar. That is to say, not like an adult at all, but an older teen.
“I’m just doing what I’m told.”
Temetet nodded, his blue eyes seemed half-lidded as they stared at the floor. Sad even. He sighed, “Yeah, yeah I know. But you have a weapon, right?”
“Lost it.”
"I was afraid you were gonna say that," A screech from the dragon circling the skies above reminded them that they weren’t completely safe. Eli saw the shadow of the dragons wings darken the room as it passed over the sunlight. He took a shaky breath of air in, savoring it. There was plenty of work left ahead of them. But the dragon, how were they going to escape that? Even with the drone illuminating the path ahead, the dragon could still find them. Right?
Temetet stood up leading the way through the open door, “Follow me, Prisoner.”
“You know that you can just call me, Eli. Right?”
“Oh uh, yeah. Yeah, sorry, Eli… Eli Freeman,” Temetet thought it over, “Did anyone ever tell you how funny it is that your last name is Freeman and you’re a-“
“Yes, I’m very much aware. Thank you.”
“Oh, is that like a sensitive topic or something? You could always open up to me you know? They say I’m a really great listener and um… should I stop talking?”
“Immediately.”
“Sorry.”
Leaving the room, out into the exterior hall. Doors lined the walls, almost all of them opened. To the far end of the hall was the staircase downwards, the door leading to it was also kicked open – hardly hanging on its hinges.
They took the stairs. Winding downwards to the lower floors, they raced hoping to beat the soldiers before they arrived. But unexpectedly, Temetet pointed to a figure after arriving to the third floor, “Look! An Imperial Soldier!”
“What!?” Eli froze in his tracks. The door to the third floor was – like the others – open wide. On the floor, Eli saw what Temetet meant. The tension that had suddenly coiled up within him was slowly unwound once he realized that the imperial soldier in question was already dead. His body was sprawled out on the floor. The two looked at each other briefly before cautiously approaching it. The soldier was on his back, providing an excellent view of his face. Another elf. Sky-blue skin, his amber colored eyes no longer glowed with magic or life like the eyes of Temetet or Otaes. His throat and lower jaw were painted in red blood, right where he’d been stabbed, “Oh man. This guy… oof, he’s definitely dead. Yep. Dead-dead.”
“I know what a dead body looks like, Temetet,” Eli searched over the body, looking for any signs of who the assailant could have been. His mind briefly thought that it was Otaes’ handiwork, but there’s no way that she could’ve gotten to this building ahead of them. She wasn't that fast. Or, at least Eli didn't think so. Perhaps maybe...
“Just making sure. I don’t know what I’m supposed to tell you about, since you’re basically an alien… right?”
“When you put it like that, I guess I am.” Eli sighed, turning back to searching the body. Underneath a sprawled-out arm he found another gun. His hands grabbed it without second thought, checking to see if it was still loaded – and to his relief, it was. The ekron cannister glowed a soft red through the small holes in the black metal. Eli stood up holding the gun in his arms, inspecting it, “Oh sweet, you’ve got a Pulser. You’ll finally have something to defend yourself with.”
“Weren’t you going to defend me?”
“Uhm, do you really want to put your life in my hands?”
Eli raised a finger in protest until he thought it over, “Good point.”
“Hey, I’m still training for this whole, Kitchi stuff – y’know?”
“What is a Kitchi anyway?”
Temetet thought it over, “We're the warriors of the whole Kiote Union. It's kind of an ancestral thing really, we're supposed to be the best there is to defend our people. Our mom was a Kitchi herself, one of the best too before she was shot down.”
“Your mother?"
“Yeah, The Mirage. Both of our parents really, but she's kind of a hero. It’s a tough job, Otaes started training for it when she was ten. Most warriors start at around that age. A vast majority fail training, like I probably will…” Temetet muttered.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself. If you've got two parents and a sister who've made it, you should have no problem at all." Eli told him.
"What's the use? I've always been the small runt obsessed with computers and robots and stuff. I can't even do magic properly, much less fight."
"When I ran into you, you had no trouble at all pinning me down with a knife to my throat."
"You have a bullet hole in your leg, you walked blindly into me, and I could hear you coming from a mile away. You weren't exactly a difficult target."
"Well true..." Eli gave him that much, "I mean... was I really that loud?"
"Very."
"Ah okay," Eli winced, "Look Temetet I just think you should... trust... yourself more. You know? I mean, you've got talent. If you can hack an imperial drone that's something."
"Yeah but that's a gimmick. I'm going up against guys who've been Kitchi since they were literal toddlers. Pakena is huge, and he's the leader of Otaes' griffon flight group! I've got no chance! But really I just don't wanna let her down, you know what I mean? Because she’s good. Like really, really good. She gets it from The Mirage, heh," Temetet said the title with a little bit of an exaggerated flair and a shake of the head before he briefly trailed off.
"Ever since I was a kid she's protected me but I've never been able to return the favor. She's a Kitchi, and I’ll probably just be a farmer or something," Eli found it particularly depressing when he saw Temetet literally shrink. His elven ears looked like they hung low, his blue eyes were dim behind his mask. Sure, Temetet was a chatterbox and maybe even just a tad bit... annoying, but Eli didn't want to see him sad. He was friendly and he seemed to genuinely care about being a Kitchi. He had the drone, he chose not to stab Eli to death, really Temetet was the one saving him.
Eli shook his head, “You can do whatever you put your mind to. Everybody's capable of anything. You've got free will after all.”
Temetet sneered, seemingly unconvinced, "Yeah... I guess so."
The two walked out to the staircase and made their way down to the first floor. A door awaited them at the bottom. But just before Eli was about to push hand onto the door to part it, Temetet grabbed his arm. Holding in place. Confused, Eli turned to face the Elf. He noticed his elven ears twitching behind the mask, just like Otaes’. He turned back to the door. His human ears couldn’t hear what Temetet could.
“Soldiers,” Temetet whispered, "Shoot, I forgot the drone's in my bag... it didn't pick them up when..."
Slowly Eli backed away from the door. His ears picked up the sound of boots slamming against the ground the moment he was far enough away. Eli and Temetet turned to each other, their only option left was to run back upstairs. Slowly the two got onto the staircase, carefully watching the door as they walked backwards up the steps. Eli clutched the rifle for dear life keeping it pointed right at the door as they retreated.
Just when the duo put considerable distance between themselves and the door, they heard the soldiers behind it stacking up. In the next moment, the doors blew open! A small cloud of dust and smoke filled the halls underneath them. Eli heard shouting and the mechanical vocalizations reminiscent of the Avonian troops. He didn’t need to see them to know what was to come next.
"Shit! Temetet! This way!"
They ran up the stairs, Eli’s leg slowing him down considerably. But he winced through it. He heard soldiers yelling at them, but Temetet’s translation spell couldn’t decipher what they were saying. Judging by the fact that they opened fire immediately – the bullets narrowly missing Eli as he surmounted the next flight of steps – they weren’t happy to see the two.
Up the flight of stairs the two went until they reached the top floor of the building. The soldiers right on their tails. They were met with the same hall as before, “Which room?” Temetet asked, looking at all the doors lining the walls.
The door leading to that room was still wide open, just how they left it. They charged inside, and when Eli half-ran half-limped his way in, Temetet slammed the door behind them! Thinking fast, Eli grabbed some of the furniture and used it to barricade the doors, his heart racing so fast he could hardly feel the pain in his leg anymore. When the heaviest of the furniture pieces were pushed into place, they heard the soldiers run up to the door and attempt to kick it down. The door budged, but they were unsuccessful in moving it.
"Holy..." Eli sighed as he limped away from the door. He trained the Avonian pulser on the door frame, ready to shoot at whomever tried to follow them inside... but there was nothing. He was about to sigh a breath of relief when he heard it.
From the skies outside, there was a terrible shriek! And then, upon the walls where the sparkling golden rays of sunlight danced vibrantly - shadows. A wing. A horn. A claw! Eli looked up to see the monstrosity swooping down low, it’s maw open and pointed downwards. Behind the rows of sharp metal teeth, there was a red fiery glow deep inside. Fire boiling hot inside of the jaws of the dragon.
Instinctively, Eli raised the Pulser up. He fired at it, sending blasts of energy through the air. His heart dropped when the energy bullets bounced off the black scales of the dragon harmlessly. It hadn’t been phased in the slightest.
“Get Down!” Eli screamed but Temetet was frozen still! Without thinking twice, Eli grabbed Temetet's shirt dragging him to the floor right when hell broke loose!
Everything inside of the room burned, the fire swarmed all. The walls, the roof, the floors! The furniture combusted into bright orange flames. The intense heat of the dragon’s flame burned Eli’s skin. Being low to the ground helped but they'd be turned into a crisp soon. Forcing Temetet into a crawl, he saw a temporary safe haven - a simple table pressed against the wall. Though the heat was inescapable, the table provided enough shelter from the flames that they wouldn't be incinerated immediately!
A deep monstrous growl rumbled from within the chest of the beast. It was mechanical. Inorganic. Cold and unfeeling despite the angry heat of the fire which it spewed below. A monster, engineered to be so by cruel hands. Everything about the Avonians and their technology resonated with that, cruelty. As Eli beat the flames out of his prisoner’s uniform, he couldn’t help but feel a overwhelming sense of terror seep into his bones, not just because the dragon was quite literally hovering above them – but also because of the seemingly inexhaustible and destructive might of the Avonian Military. While the River Republic’s soldiers looked human enough for the most part, the Avonians had taken away the life out of its soldiers. Living beings reduced to nothing more than tools.
It was that terror that kept Eli pinned to his hiding spot underneath the table. The fire encircled the two with the poor elf literally pressed back-to-back against Eli. He could hear the rushing sound of the flames all around him! His skin felt ready to burn off of his face.
Shakily, he tried to move knowing for certain that he’d be burned alive if he remained where he was. But every space was blocked off by either fire, or by the knowledge that the powerful jaws of the dragon would be waiting for him out there. With all paths cut off, Eli closed his eyes. Gasping finally for what must’ve been his last breaths of air.
There was a sharp cry that pierced through the air. Like the sound of an eagle’s call. Eli was able to catch a glimpse of the skies outside, through the hole in the ceiling – now much larger thanks to the fire of the dragon. Massive wings darted through the skies, much larger than he was though smaller than the dragon. Eli figured it to be yet another dragon, but then he saw its body. The brown head of an eagle, silvery feather tips, golden beak and claws. The torso of a lion. Powerful hind legs tipped with black claws, and a long tail that dragged behind it as it glided through the skies.
A Griffon, he remembered the name.
Eli’s eyes were wide with fascination at the sight of such a beautiful – though terrifying – creature. And he beheld it as it descended with all of its fury and wrath directed at the dragon. It landed on the back of the dragon, just as the giant lizard had become aware of its existence. With a clash, the Griffon sunk its dagger-like claws into the gaps in the scaly armor. But the dragon held firm, and managed to shake the griffon off.
Thrown from the back of the dragon, the griffon hissed but rebounded quickly. For such a massive creature, it was incredibly fast. Far faster than the larger, and far more encumbered dragon monstrosity that it challenged. David and Goliath, the griffon circled the dragon looking for a weak point. It lunged forward like a cobra, the griffon’s beak open wide as it went straight for a armor-less patch on the throat of the dragon. It plunged the sharp end of its beak into the vulnerable flesh. The dragon screamed, as its jaws flew open fire spewed out from the depths of its gut. Billowing out into the room, melting everything it came into contact with.
But the griffon’s body hung in a spot where the flames couldn’t reach, and the dragon was too immobile to grab it with its own claws. The wings of the griffon fluttered as it tried to keep balance, and the air beat from its feathery wings dampened the fire around Eli. He noticed the brief moment of respite, and not wishing to waste it, he moved from his hiding spot underneath the table.
“Temetet!” He shouted as if forgetting that the Elf was right next to him, "We've gotta get the hell out of here! Now!"
Temetet answered. His voice did not carry the fear that Eli’s did. If anything Temetet sounded excited, “Wait! It’s Archer!” Temetet shouted from across the room, “Don’t worry Eli! He’s one of the good guys!”
Eli looked back at the two creatures, the griffon going at the dragon with everything that it had and the dragon struggling to shake the sharp talons and angry beak of the griffon off. For a moment it seemed as if Archer had saved the two as the dragon was losing the fight. However, sounds from the other side of the barricaded door reminded Eli that their troubles were far from over.
In a flash of explosive energy, the barricade was destroyed. Soldiers appeared in the doorway, flooding in with their guns brazen and ready to kill. Riverlander militia, and to Eli’s horror – another Shock Trooper.
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