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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Well once again I'm really nervous about this chapter. (I say that a lot don't I?) I tried to tone it down with this one but I'm not sure if I managed to get the depth of the seriousness of this across. Hope it's okay!
Chapter Eighty-Eight: Meg’s Story
Bumblebee instantly looked over at Barricade, shock completely rendering him frozen in surprise but that was nothing compared to the complete stillness of the Decepticon. Barricade was ramrod straight as he just stared at Frenzy, his optics bright with shock. The hanger was deathly still.
“I think my processor is malfunctioning. I could have sworn I just heard Megatron’s voice.”
Jazz’s sentence seemed to shatter the stillness of the hanger and Frenzy-Megatron-whoever it was, squawked in surprised as he was suddenly thrown forward off Rumble’s lap as he jumped up and scrambled back away from the small silver mech. The other mechs instantly took action as everyone was up and had what weapons they had pointed squarely at Frenzy, some before they had even realized it. Sam had meanwhile turned to stare at Miles in stunned surprise as Miles looked back with an expression of complete shock.
“What the slag?” Bumblebee gasped, reaching forward and just snagging Sam off the ground while shoving the couch with Mikaela and the snarling Ravage aside. Miles just barely made it out of the way as his backrest just suddenly swung out from behind him. Ravage jumped off the couch and flipped gracefully in the air before landing on all four paws, snarling at the small mech.
Weapons were aimed though Bumblebee himself was rather reluctant to even charge his. His first reaction as a soldier was to aim at anyone who wasn’t an ally and that pretty much meant anyone in the building who wasn’t an Autobot and being in a building with seven ‘Cons didn’t help. However his second and more powerful instinct said that he wasn’t in any danger at all. Still, he was going to protect Sam whether he liked it or not.
Surprisingly, it was Soundwave and his team who were actually the ones holding all the weapons and all of them were pointed right at the small silver mech that was slowly backing away from the group, hands held up to show he was no threat though it didn’t seem as if the team really cared about whether or not he was actually armed. “Who are you?” Soundwave growled, his optics narrowed as they stared down at the small ‘Con.
“And what have you done to Frenzy?” Rumble added, his own plasma weapon pointed squarely at what he thought was his husband’s chest.
Frenzy or whoever he was said nothing, his gaze darting around from one mech to the other, as if trying to gauge what they were thinking. Bumblebee saw his line of vision quickly shoot a look in the direction of the door and before he could interpret what that look could have meant, all the ‘Con’s weapons were raised higher and Laserbeak was suddenly in front of the smaller human door.
“Don’t even think about it,” Laserbeak hissed, his wings held straight out behind him causing his appearance to seem bigger than it actually was.
The silence returned as the group stared at Frenzy and he continued to just stare back. It was a stalemate. Unless Frenzy went for his own weapon or attempted to flee, they couldn’t fire. On the other hand, while they had their guns on him, Frenzy couldn’t move. It was a rather frightening, tense situation.
“What the slag is going on around here?” Jazz abruptly broke the silence, completely ignoring how Barricade, Bumblebee, and the humans all tensed up. “Slag it Soundwave, put that down and call off your team! We ain’t never going to find out what the situation is just snarlin’ at each other.” Jazz laid a hand on the plasma rifle and gently pushed the muzzle downwards towards the floor before taking it out of Soundwave’s hand’s completely. He took a moment to inspect the weapon, taking in the craftsmanship before he shot Soundwave a look. “Thought all you’re weapons were locked up in the safe.”
Soundwave spared Jazz a small glance, not taking his gaze away from Frenzy for long. “Our main weapons yes, but they missed our backups.”
Jazz chuckled under his breath. “Slagging ‘Cons.”
“Rumble. You too,” Barricade said softly as he looked down at smaller mech and lowered his own weapon.
There was some hesitation before Rumble finally lowered his weapon and allowed it to power down, though he still refused to relinquish it. Rumble continued to stare dead on at Frenzy, his optics dark and narrowed. The other ‘Cons twitched and Jazz watched with sad optics as Rumble took a step forward towards the other mech before coming to a halt just steps before him. “Where is Frenzy?” Rumble ground out, his stance aggressive and threatening. “What did you do with him?”
Bright red optics looked back at Rumble pleadingly. “No-no-nothing!” Frenzy’s voice cried out. “It’s m-me! I s-swear!”
Frenzy broke off as the muzzle of Rumble’s gun was suddenly dominating his vision as it was raised once again right in his face. “I’ll say this one more time!” Rumble nearly shouted. “Where is Frenzy?”
“It is m-me!” Frenzy shouted frantically, almost pleadingly. Rumble’s gun wavered as the two mechs just stared at one another. Frenzy was the one who actually made the first move though he never budged a single inch. He simply called out to the one person who could hear him.
Rumble jerked in surprise as he felt the small tug on his spark. A slight pressure against it as if someone were knocking on a door asking to be let in from the cold. “::Frenzy? It… it is you, isn’t it?::”
Frenzy nodded rapidly, taking a small tentative step forward as he saw Rumble’s arm lower slightly. “::It is…::” Frenzy’s voice was perfectly clear and even as he spoke through their link. “::Rumble it’s me.::”
A lifetime of thoughts and feelings flowed back and forth through the line in less than a second. Rumble could feel everything that Frenzy was as Frenzy knew him but there was something different this time. There was a section that Rumble couldn’t get to and the mech frowned momentarily before he finally found Frenzy’s core and then he understood.
It was Frenzy. No matter what else may have happen, this was Frenzy, his chosen one- his other half. The link between them swelled and grew as he answered the call and the two just stood there as their sparks called and answered one another. They knew the other just as surely as they knew themselves and Rumble could not doubt it any longer.
Rumble held on to the gun for a moment before he finally lowered his arm and powered down his gun completely before just dropping it altogether. “Damn it Frenzy, you can’t keep scaring me like that.” Frenzy jut allowed himself to be wrapped up into the hug that Rumble quickly pulled him into, leaning his head down on the other mechs shoulders.
“Well, at least that’s taken care of.” Everyone else just turned to stare at Jazz who just looked back at them innocently. “What?”
Barricade shook his head as he looked back down at the two hugging mechs. A frown crossed him. “All right you two break it up and let’s get some things squared away here.”
Frenzy and Rumble pulled away from one another, Rumble frowning as Frenzy ducked his head shyly but the second mech was nodding. “You are ri-ri-right… we do.”
“Frenzy…” Rumble muttered but Frenzy held up a hand.
“I think the time for se-se-secrets are over,” he sighed. Rumble just cupped his hand over Frenzy’s cheek before he nodded in agreement.
“Oh stop, please. Before I puke up a hairball,” Ravage snarled as he moved back once more to the couch and hopped back onto it, settling himself on the cushion. “So was that Megatron we heard or did we all get the same viral upload?” the cat demanded as he looked around.
“That wouldn’t explain why we heard it,” Sam announced as he finally managed to push Bumblebee’s fingers apart enough so he could slip out from between them. Bumblebee tried to hold onto the boy but Sam was determined to put himself once more into the thick of things so he quickly lowered himself so Sam didn’t have far to fall. The boy quickly regained his balance as soon as his feet touch the floor and he looked over at Mikaela.
The girl nodded as she too wandered back over now that all the dangerous weapons were put away. “That was definitely Megatron’s voice,” she confirmed.
“It was,” Sam nodded again. “But what I want to know was how you knew about this.” Miles jerked as Sam turned towards him with a puzzled and rather hurt look on his face. “What the hell is going on here Miles?”
Miles held his composure for a few seconds before he slumped and glanced over at the small silver mech. “Told you I could never keep anything from Sam.”
Frenzy just nodded. “This kin-kin-kindergar-gar-garten must be something very important to you,” he said and Miles just shrugged as the others looked back and forth at the two at a complete loss.
“What?” Buzzsaw looked around at the two confused. “What the slag is he talking about?”
“For the love of… Can we please get back to the situation here!” Everyone jumped as Barricade pushed himself to the forefront of the group. “I want to know what the slag is going on!”
“Indeed,” Soundwave nodded as he turned and looked down at Frenzy. “What happened to you?”
“Better question. Why do you have Megatron’s voice downloaded?” Bumblebee asked bewildered by the thought. “I mean, what would be the point of that?”
“Was it really just a recording?” Ravage demand, the tip of his tail twitching as he stared at Frenzy. “I’ve never heard Megatron speak like that.”
“Because it wasn’t a re-re-recording,” Frenzy sighed.
“What?” Sam asked breathlessly as he felt his knees lock. Miles dove for him and managed to at least brace his fall for him so he wasn’t too hurt when he collapsed onto the concrete floor.
Even Rumble took a small step back away from the other mech. “Frenzy,” he said slowly. “What do you mean it wasn’t a recording?”
Frenzy sighed and his optics closed before they opened to reveal optics a darker maroon red instead of the bright shiny red. “He means it wasn’t a recording,” Megatron’s unmistakable voice came out of Frenzy’s mouth.
Everyone just stood there, gawking at him for the longest time before weapons were once more pulled out and aimed. “What the slag?” Jazz yelped as he stared down at the small mech. “Megatron?”
“Holy Primus,” Bumblebee muttered, his optics bright with stunned surprise. “This is not happening. This can not be happening.”
“Oh it’s happening all right,” Barricade growled, angered more with himself then he was at anyone else. He should have listed to that small nagging feeling that told him that something was going on.
“It can’t be,” Sam gasped as he stared at the small silver mech. “You can’t be… You’re dead! I know you’re dead! You have to be dead! The All Spark overloaded your spark! It killed you in seconds!”
Barricade glanced down at Sam as Miles tried and steady him so he could stand. Sam was completely shaken up by this. His entire face was white as a sheet and Barricade knew that it was only Miles who was holding the boy up. Barricade sighed as he reached over and snagged Bumblebee’s arm cannon. ‘Bee turned to Barricade, confusion written all over his face but Barricade just made a small gesture to the human’s. “Take Sam,” he said softly.
Bumblebee seemed to snap out of his stupor at that small whisper and he quickly retracted his own cannon before he reached down and gently took Sam up off the floor. Without the support of Miles, Sam just simply sat in his friend’s palm, as he was lifted upward, almost completely oblivious to his surroundings. Bumblebee was more surprised when Barricade suddenly grabbed his arm again and gently but firmly pushed the smaller Autobot behind him.
Jazz was the one who spoke next. “You were brought back like I was?” he demanded.
Megatron gave a sharp nod of conformation. “I was.”
“Why?” Bumblebee demanded, refusing to be pushed aside. “Why are you back?”
“And what could you hope to gain?” Barricade added. “The All Spark is destroyed and with it any hope of restoring our planet. So again, why are you here? Revenge?”
“NO!” Megatron gasped. “Nothing like that!”
“Then what?” Jazz demanded, a bite to his voice that Bumblebee had never heard. “You seemed pretty intent in killing us when you tore me in half!”
Bumblebee had to hold out his free arm to keep Jazz from advancing on the smaller mech. “Jazz, hang on a sec,” ‘Bee murmured before he turned to Megatron and took a small step forward, much to Barricade’s dismay. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. It should probably be best to start at the beginning.”
“I still can’t believe that were even discussing this at all,” Laserbeak announced before he turned to Frenzy. “Are you really Megatron?” he demanded.
The small mech sighed and slowly nodded. “I am,” he confirmed.
Sam shuddered at this announcement and both ‘Cade and Soundwave tensed up at the admittance. Barricade glanced over at Rumble before he turned back to the other small mech. “But what about Frenzy?” he asked the question he knew no one in Soundwave’s unit would dare ask.
Megatron let out a bitter chuckle. “No, he’s in here too.”
“What?” Bumblebee stared down at the mech confused. “What do you mean he’s in there too?”
“Just what I said,” Megatron sighed.
“He’s ri-ri-right,” Frenzy suddenly nodded and there was a slight groan from the deeper voice at the movement.
“Wait a minute…” Ravage jumped down off the couch and stalked towards the mech, his red optics nearly burning a hole through him. “You mean you both are in the same body?”
“Wow…” everyone turned at Jazz’s voice. “And I though I had it bad.”
Barricade didn’t have a clue as to what Jazz was talking about but he did know that this was going to be a long conversation. “Okay, let’s start from the beginning,” he said as he gestured to the boxcars. “First things first,” he glanced at Mikaela. “Perhaps we should turn off the movie.”
The girl blinked in surprise. “Oh… Right.” Bumblebee nodded and he quickly got the lights back on and everyone settled down for the story.
Barricade was glad to see Rumble move over and take a seat right next to Frenzy as the other mech settled down on the floor, supporting the silver mech. Soundwave also took up position by the smaller mechs and Ravage seated himself next to his lieutenant. Barricade sighed. This was going to be highly compelling… or traumatizing, who knew.
“Okay, first question,” Soundwave was the one who spoke. “How was it that you were able to come back?”
The mech blinked and the optics darkened. “Sam,” was all he said and the human jerked in ‘Bee’s hand.
“Me?” he gasped in surprise.
The small mech cringed. “Well, you and the Autobot lieutenant.”
Jazz tilted his head as he looked down at the mech. “What do I have to do with anything?”
“I didn’t bring you back!” Sam gasped finally getting over his shock enough to form a complete sentence. “I think I would have remember!”
“Maybe unintentionally, but you did have something to do with it,” Megatron sighed.
“What are you-?” Sam’s eyes suddenly widened and he turned to Jazz with a stunned look on his face before he looked back down at Megatron. “Then that was you!” he gasped. “I thought I had been imagining it.”
‘Bee looked down at the human completely baffled before he glanced over at Jazz’s own puzzled stare. “What do you mean?”
“I’m lost. What is it exactly are we talking about?” Rumble demanded.
Sam looked down at the mech, his lips pursed in the very image of his mother. “Jazz’s funeral.”
“What?” Barricade glanced over at the mech but it seemed as if Jazz seemed to figure it out.
“You mean when you brought me back you brought back him too?” Jazz demanded.
“But you said you could only carry one firefly,” ‘Bee frowned confused.
Buzzsaw turned his head. “What do bugs have to do with anything?”
“It’s how I saw the sparks of the…” Sam trailed off.
“Oh for-” Barricade huffed. “The bugs were really the sparks of the fallen,” he clarified to the other.
The ‘Con’s all went somber but Barricade wanted to get to the bottom of the story some time before the next century. “So how was it that Sam got you out?” he demanded.
Megatron frowned. “Well, it was still all rather fuzzy but… What I do remember was floating around for the longest time until I suddenly heard the human’s-Sam’s,” he corrected himself. “Sam’s voice and then I saw the light.”
“The light?” Jazz asked with a small frown.
“The doorway that Primus opened for us to get out,” Sam clarified before he turned back to Megatron. “But Primus blocked everyone and slammed the door closed.”
“Not before I managed to get through,” Megatron sighed.
“But that still doesn’t explain how you ended up in Frenzy,” Barricade snarled becoming rather impatient.
Megatron sent him a sour look. “My body is rusting at the bottom of the ocean, remember?” he drawled and Barricade jerked in surprise at the reminder.
“And so you ended up in Frenzy?” Ravage said slowly, piecing the story together. “Why him?”
Megatron shrugged. “He was the closest one I could find…” A thoughtful look came over him. “That and perhaps because he was one of the few mechs who was planet side when the cube was destroyed.”
Soundwave frowned at this. “What do you mean?”
Megatron shook his head. “I’m not sure,” he murmured with a shrug. “Just a thought.”
“Okay, that explains why you’re here, but why didn’t you tell us?” Barricade demanded angrily. “What were you planning, keeping yourself hidden away like that.”
Megatron looked at Barricade once again. “Why did you hide in Ladiesman217’s garage for over three months?” he shot back. “Survival.”
Soundwave and the other few ‘Cons looked over at the mustang puzzled but Barricade ignored them. “I understand that you wouldn’t wish to tell the Autobots but why in the world would you not alert us to your return?”
“Which brings us to our second question,” Soundwave announced turning back to the small mech. “What are you doing here exactly?” Both of the Autobots turned to stare at Megatron, anxious to hear the answer.
Megatron only shrugged once more. “I’m just as surprised as you,” he admitted truthfully. “I was dead and thought I would stay that way until I saw the light and I just had to head towards it. Now that I’m here I must admit that I’m at a bit of a loss as to what to do next.”
“So you’re saying that you do not want to start the war once more?” Barricade finally asked point blank. “You are Megatron! The High Lord Protector and general of the Decepticons; how do we know that this is not a trick? That you’re just not biding your time for the right moment to strike? How do we know that you won’t take advantage of this gift from Primus to destroy our lives even more than you’ve already done?”
Megatron frowned as everyone stared at him with bated breath for his answer. “You said it yourself, I was once the High Lord Protector. Why would I want to destroy that which was my duty to care for?”
“What?” Bumblebee shouted near hysterics. “Then why the hell did you start that war in the first place?”
Megatron looked hesitant to speak up and it was Miles who finally answered ‘Bee’s question. “He told me it was a virus,” Miles shrugged.
Mikaela whirled around to face the boy and Miles let out a small “eep!” as she stormed towards him. “What do you mean he ‘told’ you?” she demanded, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the blonde.
Miles backed up and away from the girl. “Hey, don’t get mad at me! I only just found out about this like twenty minutes ago!”
“How did you find out?” Barricade asked the boy.
Miles shrugged. “Same way I found out about you. By accident.”
Barricade frowned at this but Soundwave was already speaking once more. “A virus?” he asked flatly never once taking his optics away from the mech and Megatron nodded sadly.
“I am sorry to say that I was not in my right mind when I first ordered that attack on Tyger Pax,” he admitted softly.
“You mean to tell us that the whole war, the reason that many of our friends died, hell the reason our whole planet died was because you caught a VIRUS?”
Megatron cringed, actually cringed at Bumblebee’s outraged cry. “I know that nothing I can say can change the past but what I can do is tell you what really happened. You deserve to at least know the truth of what happened.” Stunned silence descended after that little announcement.
“I don’t believe it,” Jazz murmured.
“Tell me about it,” Laserbeak drawled. “What kind of virus makes someone want to go to war?”
“No not that,” Jazz shook his head. “I believe him, that’s what I don’t believe.”
“What?” everyone turned to the small Autobot.
“I don’t understand it either,” Jazz shrugged. “But it would explain why Megatron, one of our most prominent High Protectors Cybertron that had ever had would go from practically a saint to a war monger.”
Megatron cringed. “Well I wouldn’t quite put it in those words.”
“I would,” ‘Bee scowled. “How can we still be sure that you’re not lying to us? That you’re not waiting for some opportune moment to take us out?”
Jazz glanced over at ‘Bee amused. “Okay, now you’re sounding like Prowl.” Bumblebee just shrugged.
Megatron gave the young mech a long, hard stare. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have fixed you in Utah.”
All the others just stared at him. “You mean that was you? Not Frenzy?” Sam gasped in surprise.
Megatron nodded solemnly. “I had been given some medical training before I was bestowed the title of High Lord Protector.”
Bumblebee seemed to be the one most in shock. Barricade looked over at the mech’s stunned features, wondering if he should take Sam from him before the mech overloaded and passed out. “You were the one who save me?” Bumblebee gasped staring down at the small mech.
Megatron nodded again before he turned to Soundwave and he looked up at the mech sorrowfully. “I am sorry Soundwave,” he said solemnly. “You were one of my most trusted followers during the war and I feel as if I have betrayed you somehow.”
Soundwave stared down at the small mech, knowing that there in his friends body was his once superior but for some reason all he could see was the sad slump of Frenzy’s shoulders and Soundwave for some reason couldn’t fall back into soldier mode. “Why didn’t you just tell us?”
“Which part?” Megatron asked dolefully. “The fact that I’m back from the dead or the fact that I destroyed our entire race because I couldn’t keep my firewalls properly maintained?”
Soundwave just stared down at the mech. “Both.”
Megatron let out a bitter laugh. “Would you have believed me?”
“I would like to think so,” Ravage announced and Megatron sent the cat a rather hopeful look. “We’ve followed you this long.” Megatron gave the cat a grateful look.
“So now what?” Mikaela asked uncertainly. “Do we tell Optimus?”
Everyone noticed Megatron instantly shrinking in on himself and each one glanced at one another surprised at the gesture. Bumblebee himself looked over at Jazz confused. Before he would have said that they would have had no choice but tell Optimus about Megatron’s presence but after the small revelation that it was Megatron that he owed his very life too, he had become hesitant. “You think we shouldn’t tell him?” Bumblebee asked quietly.
Megatron himself just shrugged. “I can’t tell you what to do,” he said softly. “But I know my brother and he’s going to completely freak out about this. I don’t think he would be able to handle this rationally and if he’s out that leaves your husband,” he turned to Jazz, “in charge.”
Jazz cringed. “Oh so not good.”
“Indeed,” Megatron nodded. “He may find it more beneficial to have me dead than to keep Frenzy alive.”
“WHAT?” Rumble jumped to his feet. “You are not killing off my mate!”
The red eyes lightened and a hand reached up and yanked the mech back to the floor. “We’re just st-a-ating f-f-fact,” Frenzy said solemnly.
The optics darkened. “Indeed,” Megatron nodded. “We have to think about this from every and all possible angles.”
“Right,” Barricade nodded in agreement. “So let’s get this straightened out. One, Megatron was under a virus and after he was killed he was subsequently healed by Primus. At least, that’s what I’m assuming here.” Both Megatron and Miles nodded. “Right. So, two, when Sam was on the other side to retrieve Jazz Megatron, in his dazed state of death, left the other realm with no body to return to which brings us to three, he’s stuck sharing a body with Frenzy. Do we have all the facts straight?”
Megatron nodded. “Though the body sharing did help somewhat,” he admitted, surprising the others.
“What do you mean?” Rumble asked surprised.
“When Dr. Burgen did his experiments, we were able to take turns, give the other a chance to rest,” Megatron explained quietly.
The group stared at him and Megatron frowned. “What?”
“You… you mean that?” Rumble asked in disbelief. “You did that for Frenzy?”
Megatron nodded. “I would give my life for any Cybertronion. I did take an oath.”
If there was any lingering doubt about Megatron’s genuineness it was, if not completely eradicated, at least lightened somewhat by that statement. “Which brings us to fact four. Megatron was rescued along with Frenzy by the Autobots, who may or may not just kill them both to ensure Megatron doesn’t regain control and start another war.” Everyone stared at Barricade as he sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Man, why couldn’t things just be simple?” he sighed.
“So what are we saying?” Bumblebee questioned. “That we’re going to continue to hide Megatron?”
Barricade sighed. “It would seem so.”
Bumblebee felt himself torn. On the one hand, he owed his life to Megatron. On the other, Megatron had essentially destroyed their home world and had threatened Sam. Though stated that he was under a virus at the time, the question was did ‘Bee believe him. The young Autobot frowned as he glanced at Sam. “Well?”
Sam just continued to stare down at the small silver mech. It seemed as if everyone’s attention had been turned to him and anything that Sam said would be the deciding factor on what they did. Sam knew this and he balked slightly at the idea that he was going to be the one to determine Megatron’s fate. “You did save ‘Bee,” he began slowly. “And Miles says he believes you when you said you were under a virus.” Another moment of silence. “And as you are I doubt that you can do much…” He glanced over at Rumble, who was looking up at him with a closed off expression. “For now I’m willing to believe you too,” he said and Rumble instantly sighed in relief.
Jazz just shook his head. “I can not believe this man…”
“Believe it,” Soundwave murmured quietly. “Because this is happening.”
“So what now?” Miles asked glancing at everyone in turn.
“For now…” Barricade trailed off and shrugged. “Well for now we just keep quiet about this.” He turned to Megatron. “However you would understand when I ask that you never go anywhere alone.” Megatron nodded. “Good… and try not to blow it like you did with us.”
Megatron glanced down almost sheepishly. “Speaking with the human Miles, it had been a relief to actually talk again. I’m afraid I got a bit carried away.”
“Well don’t do it again,” Jazz chuckled dryly. “I swear this has been a hell of a day.”
“Indeed,” Megatron drawled. “Now I do have one question I wish to pose to you.”
“Why not,” Bumblebee sighed as he threw up his free hand. “What do you want to know?”
Amazingly, Megatron turned to Jazz and smiled. “When exactly did Ratchet and Wheeljack get Aligned?”
Jazz just stared down at the mech in surprise before he groaned. Everyone just looked at the two completely confused. “What? What are you talking about?” Bumblebee demanded.
Jazz gave a long drawn out sigh. “What can I say? He won the pool.” Megatron just grinned.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well I tried. I hoped you enjoyed it and please join us tomorrow for chapter Eighty Nine- Judy's Mission
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