Posted by Extranjero on May 02, 2007 at 12:33:01:
ROSE WARRIORS (Part 10)
Sareeya grasped Leilani’s hair and hauled her off the floor, untroubled by her victim’s gasp of pain. Her bare breasts dangled temptingly. Her eyes were like black holes. The contrast made Leilani cringe. She wriggled as Sareeya dragged her upright.
She’d never been so close to a Commander. The evil in the cloaked girl’s stare was almost tangible. The touch of her voluptuous body turned Leilani cold. Sareeya’s fingers clamped around her jaw.
“Arise, my angel,” she said softly. “We have things to do.”
“Please,” Leilani sobbed, “I’m the Commanders’ loyal servant!” She hated herself for saying it, but she’d never been so frightened in her life.
The smile beneath Sareeya’s veil just touched her inky eyes. “My kind abandoned me. I have no use for those who serve them. This world was ours from ancient times. I mean to have my share.”
Leilani tried to twist away. “I brought you here,” she gasped. “Just like you wanted!”
“So you did,” Sareeya purred. Her voice was deeper but still feminine. Leilani had imagined the Commanders were all male, assuming that they had a sex at all. But Sareeya’s sensual cunning was all female. Some kind of sister lurked beneath the skin.
An eerie chill had filled the room. It felt as if the Dolls were crowding closer. Leilani’s muscles knotted as their dead eyes stared at her. “So what do you want now?” she whispered faintly.
“Power. Worship. Flesh,” Sareeya said. “You owe us this. To pick the fairest flowers, like this tender shepherd girl. To have our way with anyone we choose.”
She let go of Leilani’s face and fondled her own bosom, caressing it like someone else’s flesh. And so it was, Leilani thought with queasy fascination, as Sareeya squeezed the luckless Mariam’s tits.
“She resisted my advances,” breathed the voice behind the veil. The black eyes smiled. “I fucked her brains clean out.”
Leilani gawped at her – then gasped as Sareeya’s hand delved under her short skirt. The girl’s hand closed around her pussy through her satin briefs. Sareeya’s other hand was still wrapped tightly in her hair. Leilani squirmed against her helplessly.
“Who are you?” she whimpered as Sareeya fingered her. The dark girl chuckled softly in her ear.
“Long ago, they worshipped me as Goddess of the Dead. They feared me as the Queen of Dust and Shadows. Nowadays the people don’t believe that we exist. It’s time they had a taste of dread again.”
Abruptly she withdrew her hand and hauled Leilani round towards the door.
“My talisman’s beneath the tower. I’ve come to claim it back. I can spread disease and fire with it; turn winds back on themselves. I’ll strike your gunships from the sky. So come: let’s welcome them.”
She pushed Leilani on ahead and left the sex Dolls dangling. The naked bodies hung inert again.
Ruthie sprawled where she had fallen, blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her heart had stopped. It felt as if a slab had crushed her chest. But her mind was clear, her consciousness refused to flee away. Everything was paralysed. She couldn’t even blink. And yet she still felt pain in every nerve. An awful dread came over her as silence filled the building.
The lolling corpses gazed down from their hooks.
* * *
Sareeya strode across the plaza, dragging Leilani like a naughty child. Her cohorts waited eagerly. They seemed unfazed by Ruthie’s disappearance. Then a distant buzzing broke the silence, and they turned. The gunships hung like insects in the hot blue of the sky.
“Three of you must buy us time,” Sareeya said, still walking. “The rest with me, towards the Judge’s Tower.”
An Assassin and two Guards went jogging off without discussion. The others followed in Sareeya’s wake. Leilani wondered if they knew the nature of their mistress. Did that explain the ancient demon pendants which they wore?
They crossed the palace garden with its grove of orange trees, and came up to the squat, decaying tower. The helicopters’ noise was getting louder, and Leilani’s heartbeat kicked inside her chest. The wreck of the Recluse looked just as evil in the daylight. Her skin went cold and tight as she approached.
The group deployed with practised smoothness. Each girl knew her role. The blonde Assassin drew her sword and crouched down in the shadow of the tank. The helmeted Guard went through the door and scurried up the steps to the next level. The flight was blocked by rubble but she scrambled over it, and found a perch amid the beams and slabs.
The driver placed her silenced gun against Leilani’s neck. She was sweating in her Lycra shorts. Her tanned breasts glistened slickly in the sun. Sareeya’s fingers loosened in Leilani’s lustrous hair. “You’ll feel my power soon,” she promised softly.
Then she stalked into the tower, the last Assassin trailing at her heels. The driver nudged Leilani through the doorway. They waited on the threshold, staring out across the sunlit orange grove. Leilani turned her head and glimpsed Sareeya vanish through the inner archway. The Assassin paused to light a torch and followed reverently. The flame was for her benefit. It seemed Sareeya had no need of light.
The pistol jabbed Leilani’s neck. “No peeking,” said the Guard. Leilani looked round balefully. The girl just smirked, secure behind her gun. Her free hand fiddled idly with hr pendant, an ugly carving on a leather thong.
Leilani curled her lip. “That thing won’t save you.”
Outside, the sound of rotors reached a roar.
* * *
Rachel turned the Havoc in a circle and peered down at the Citadel below. One of the towers was cloaked in smoke, and bodies strewed the streets and patios. Vehicles were parked askew, and crimson splashes glistened in the sun. There was no sign of movement, but the carnage was still fresh. She tightened her full lips, and then spoke tersely. “Alpha One and Alpha Two … set down your teams and then resume patrol.”
One of the Krokodils swung low across the fortress rooftops. It followed the street from the main gate towards the central plaza. The pilot glimpsed a softback jeep which stood as if abandoned; but she as she scudded over it, a Guard popped up into the turret ring. The helmeted girl hunched up behind the roof-mounted machine gun, and sprayed the helicopter as it passed. The Krokodil bucked sharply as it flew through the steel squall. It fish-tailed as if trying to shake the hail of bullets off. The side doors were already open as the troops prepared to scramble out. They hung on as the copter turned, then fired their rifles wildly at the jeep. The gunner’s fire caught three of them and blasted crimson holes in their tight blouses. One girl jack-knifed with a grunt and pitched out of the cabin. Another was projected through the door on the far side.
As the bodies fell, the copter wobbled out of sight. The gunner swivelled round to follow it. Rotating, she was suddenly confronted by a Guard – a fresh-faced girl who nursed a bleeding lip.
Lena fired a short burst from her levelled MP5. It hit the girl beneath her breasts and splattered out between her shoulder blades. The gunner jiggled in her seat, then whimpered and lolled sideways. Lena wiped her lip again, and scurried down the body-littered street.
The Krokodil landed awkwardly. The surviving leopard girls came piling out. “I’ve taken several hits,” the pilot radioed. “The Kroc’s sustained some damage – think I’d better check it out …”
“Get back in the air, you bitch,” was Rachel’s cross response. “You can worry about your paintwork when the Citadel’s secure.”
As the gunship lifted off, its engine clattering, a steel flechette came whirring through the dust. It thunked into a trooper’s breast and pierced her like a spit. Even as she stumbled back, her comrades opened fire. The Assassin on the barracks roof had no chance to reload. She squealed with pain behind her scarf as the bullets punctured her. The breastplate kept them off her tits, but they burrowed deep into her naked stomach. Her body somersaulted, bare legs kicking through the slits of her long skirt. She slithered off the tiled roof and plunged like a dark angel to the dirt.
“Shit, they’re hiding everywhere!” the pilot of the second gunship called.
“So use your rockets, girls,” said Rachel curtly. “What the hell – the place is just a ruin anyway.”
* * *
Leilani stiffened as she heard the first explosions. Spears of smoke thrust skyward and she watched as bricks came tumbling to earth. Despite her own predicament, she felt a surge of anger. How dare that bitch start trashing her domain?
The Guard beside her touched her headset, listening to the chatter from the gunships. Her pistol nosed against Leilani’s neck. Leilani waited, ashen-mouthed. Her minidress felt smotheringly tight. “They’re firing blind,” the girl called to the sniper overhead. “The stupid bitches don’t know where we are!”
One of the gunships banked and fired. The rocket almost scored a lucky hit. It missed the building it was aimed at, clipped a wall and struck the orange grove. The blast uprooted trees and sent a hot blast through the branches. Shrapnel whirred against the tower. Leilani’s guard flinched back.
Leilani moved too fast for thought. She whirled and knocked the other’s gun aside. As it clattered to the floor, she pounced on her shocked captor. But the Guard was muscular and quick. She reared back from Leilani’s clawing hands. Then her knee came jabbing up, and Leilani folded forward with a whoop.
Her face smacked into the girl’s tits, a cushion of hot flesh. The sneering Guard reached round to throttle her. Leilani squirmed, then bit her breast. It tasted succulent. The girl squealed like a piglet and Leilani pushed her over. Blood and sweat had smeared her lips. She licked them as she landed on the Guard.
The two girls fought like wildcats on the flagstones. The Guard snatched at Leilani’s dress and ripped the neckline open. Leilani glimpsed a jagged shard of wood and groped for it. She aimed the splintered point towards the girl’s contorted face, but the bitch’s hand was locked around her throat. They strained in perfect tension for a moment. Then the teak-tough Guard convulsed and rolled Leilani off.
She struggled up on hands on knees to get her pistol back. Leilani scrambled after her and tried to stab her neck. The length of wood slipped through the thong that held her amulet. Leilani twisted it around. The leather cord jerked tight.
The girl arched back and clawed her throat. Leilani forced her upright. She gave the shard another twist. The thong drew tighter like a tourniquet. The Guard croaked through her open mouth, and then her tongue poked out. Her nipples seemed about to pop like grapes.
“Told you … that it wouldn’t save you …” said Leilani through her gritted teeth.
“Hey, Denise, what’s going on?” the sniper called above them. She leaned down from her perch, then swore and aimed her carbine down the central well. Leilani swung the writhing Guard around and crouched behind her. The silenced MP5 spat once, and the bullet whacked into Denise’s breast.
The choked girl made a wheezy sound as her chest absorbed the impact. Leilani let herself collapse, and pulled Denise’s corpse on top of her. She reached out for the fallen gun and fired it up the chimney of the walls. The Guard above was craning out to get a better shot, her thumb selecting automatic fire. In the moment that this took, one of Leilani’s bullets pierced her forehead. The sniper gave a startled grunt and let her carbine drop. It clattered to the flagstones, but her body slumped and dangled where it lay.
Leilani rolled the dead girl off her, dropped the pistol, scrabbled for the gun. Her breath was coming in raw gasps. Her sweaty cleavage bulged from her torn dress. As she grasped the MP5, a shadow filled the doorway. The blonde Assassin darted in. She swung her sabre at Leilani’s head.
Leilani had no time to aim; she swung the carbine up to block the blow. The Arab steel hacked into it and split the toughened plastic. Leilani stumbled backwards on her boot heels. The masked girl hissed at her and lunged again. Again Leilani parried her, and felt the impact jolting through her arms. The magazine went flying out, which left her just one bullet in the breech.
As she teetered helplessly, the girl’s bare stomach knotted. Leilani guessed a kick was coming next. As the girl swung into it, she let herself fall backwards, one hand still clenched around the MP5. The blonde kicked like a dancing girl, so high she would have struck Leilani’s face. But Leilani arched herself away, and fired as she fell.
The girl’s skirt had flared open to reveal her cotton panties. The bullet struck the wedge of white and blotted it bright red. The impact flipped her backwards with a piercing cry that made Leilani wince. She threw the battered gun aside and snatched the pistol up. The girl was squirming on the floor, her hands between her thighs. Leilani shot her in the head. Blood spattered and she bucked and then went limp.
There was no time to stop and think. She turned towards Denise. Pulling the dead girl’s headset off, she clipped it to her ears. The sound of the attackers’ voices crackled in her head as she moved towards the entrance to the vault.
* * *
The second Krokodil touched down and offloaded its troopers. The other two ships orbited, their cannons laying down suppressing fire. But they missed the last of the Guard traitors crouching on a rooftop. She aimed a scavenged M16 and fired its rocket launcher at the Kroc. The missile streaked into the hold which the scrambling leopard girls had just vacated. The helicopter blew apart, a brilliant orange fireball churning skyward. Its tail reared up above the wreck, like a scorpion trying to sting itself to death.
The Guard fired a defiant burst and scuttled to the far edge of the roof. One of the gunships clattered round. She glanced up warily. Then she made to leap onto the outhouse roof below her – and saw a figure waiting in the yard.
The butt of Lena’s MP5 recoiled against her shoulder. The Guard squealed as the bullets struck her breasts. She was the one who’d slaughtered the sunbathers in the plaza, and now she shared the agony they’d felt. She hit the ground at Lena’s feet. Her riddled tits sprayed blood in all directions. Lena grimaced and skittered clear, then ran towards the Tower of the Judge.
* * *
Leilani started down the steps. The dark rose up around her. A growing coldness chilled her sweaty skin. Then she saw a lick of flame, and the last Assassin rose out of the gloom. The girl held her torch in one hand and a Spectre sub-machine gun in the other. The weapon was pointed up at her, and Leilani just reacted without thinking. She powered off the steps and dived headfirst towards the killer, whose bullets hit the stones where she’d been standing. Leilani fired while in midair and struck the girl’s bare belly. The Assassin doubled up in pain, then fell back as Leilani landed on her. Her body slammed against the stonework, cushioning Leilani’s headlong plunge. The impact snapped the girl’s long neck. Her masked face toppled sideways as she slumped.
Bruised, Leilani scrambled up. The fallen torch lay burning on the floor. She stepped around it, prowling through into the cell beyond. The light danced off the dripping walls. Her shadow grew before her. Sareeya’s feline figure turned at bay.
Leilani stepped aside and let the orange glow stream in. It tinged Sareeya’s glossy flesh and glowed in her black eyes. Leilani raised the silenced pistol, aiming at her breasts. The rogue Commander glowered back at her.
Her pair of Desert Eagles were still holstered at her hips. Leilani wasn’t reassured, remembering the power of her stare. Sareeya’s arms were at her sides, her gorgeous body poised and statuesque. A metal shape hung round her neck. It glinted with the motion of her breasts. Not the coin she’d worn before, but something more substantial. An elongated, ethnic cross from some forgotten past.
Leilani’s pistol trembled as she felt the evil here. The faceless beauty smiled and chilled the room. The cross was carved with ancient glyphs, and bore a triangle and staring eye. Leilani had a similar design tattooed on her arm. It brought it home to her that she belonged to these dark gods.
Sareeya touched the talisman. “Behold, infection and the hand of war.” She stuck her tits out brazenly. “So stop me if you can.”
Leilani swallowed nervously. Her sweaty trigger finger almost slipped. She aimed towards Sareeya’s heart. “I’ll stop you dead, you cow.”
The girl’s breasts swelled as she breathed in. Leilani’s finger froze. Sareeya had confronted the first Krokodil like that: like somebody embracing her own death. And what had she said afterwards? Leilani’s stomach cringed.
The purest souls are those which quit the body violently.
“You want me to do this,” she whispered numbly.
Sareeya toyed with her own breasts and squeezed their orbs together. “I’m getting tired of these,” she purred. “I need a fresher host.” She took a slow step forward, and Leilani jerked the gun towards her face.
“I knew you’d find your way down here,” Sareeya went on dryly. “You may look like a fawn, but you’re a panther underneath. I want to be inside you. It’ll be the biggest come you ever have. My power in your body, and the world shall worship us.”
“I bet you told Mariam that as well,” Leilani spat at her.
Sareeya drew one of her guns and pointed it towards Leilani’s face. “You’d better squeeze your trigger now, or else I’m pulling mine.” The two girls started edging round each other, pistols braced. Then Sareeya switched her aim and pumped a bullet past Leilani’s ear.
The gunflash made Leilani flinch. The blast bounced off the walls. Sareeya smiled beneath her veil, still mirroring her steps. “If I shoot you here, you’ll spend eternity in darkness. Dust will be your food, and clay your meat ...”
The Desert Eagle boomed again. The magnum bullet smashed into the wall. Ancient hieroglyphs were shattered. Stones were prised apart. Stumbling round, Leilani glimpsed a fissure in the darkness. And then a stream of water spurted out into the cell.
Sareeya made a hissing noise, recoiling like a cat. The water pooled between them in the dust. Leilani reeled back from it, recalling Amy’s words. The world was flooded, in the oldest stories …
They don’t like water. Hadn’t you heard that?
She twisted round towards the wall. It bulged and seeped with darkness. The weakened stonework groaned, as if the whole of the Black Sea was there behind it. Leilani turned her gun on it and fired at every crack. “Don’t, you bitch!” Sareeya screeched behind her.
Leilani threw herself aside as the Desert Eagle blasted. The bullets meant for her went ploughing deep into the wall. The stream became a sudden gush, dislodging blocks of stone. Sareeya wailed and scrambled back as water sloshed around her. Leilani lunged towards the door. Sareeya fired at her from the far corner. The bullet missed and ricocheted, but Leilani tumbled out into the stairwell.
The ancient wall was crumbling now. A lake of darkness threatened to flood in. The water rose around Leilani, putting out the torch. She floundered blindly in it, and felt someone touch her arm. But it was only the Assassin’s corpse, borne upward on the tide.
“I’m coming, bitch!” Sareeya’s voice called hoarsely through the darkness. “I’ll suck your guts out through your pussy, and your soul as well!”
Leilani’s dress was soaked, the skirt pushed up above her thighs. She pressed her back against the wall and gripped Denise’s headset in both hands. “Rachel, it’s Leilani here,” she called into the pickup. “Put rockets down the Judge’s Tower, right now!”
A pause, then she heard Rachel’s voice. “I copy …Which one’s that?”
“The one with the wrecked tank outside.”
“So where are you?”
“Right in it!”
She thought she sensed the Major’s smile. “ Have you gone crazy, babes?”
Leilani heard a splashing noise. “Just do it, bitch!” she screamed.
Rachel brought the Havoc round above the Citadel. She dipped the nose towards the crumbled tower. “Target acquired,” her gunner said.
“Let’s give it two Shturm rockets,” Rachel grinned.
The missiles darted from the wings and smashed into the tower. The ancient structure burst apart, collapsing like a gutted sandcastle. Smoke and dust and bouncing bricks swept through the orange grove. The open channel crackled with dead air.
The impact split the cellar, and the water thundered in. Sareeya screamed and flailed in its embrace. Then the floor gave way, and she was swept into a void beneath the fortress. Tons of water followed her. She sank into a bottomless black gulf. Her long cloak billowed round her as she fought for one last breath, but only water bubbled down her throat. The body that had once been Mariam’s wriggled, choked and drowned. She fell away into the darkness, dragging the Commander’s soul with her.
The helicopter swooped around. “Still with us?” Rachel called. But only hissing silence answered her.
* * *
A splintered rafter fell aside. Leilani glimpsed the sun. Panting, she crawled upward and collapsed across the cellar’s topmost step.
The flooded stairwell seethed behind her, lapping at her legs. Her muscles had no strength to move. She listened to the black tide ebbing back. Her minidress had been ripped off. Her knee-high boots were gone. She lay there in her soaking briefs and felt her breasts pulsate against the stone.
She hadn’t let the pistol go, but she released it now. A blissful silence filled the shattered tower. The doves had never roosted here, but maybe that would change. As for her, she could lie here forever.
Eventually she pushed up from the step, her damp tits dangling. The headset kept her wet hair back; she flicked an errant strand out of her eyes. Then she saw a pair of calf-high boots, and raised her head. A girl in a black body-stocking towered over her. Rachel smiled down haughtily. An automatic dangled from her hand.
“Christ, it’s you,” Leilani sighed. “So is it over now?”
“Sure it is,” said Rachel lightly. “You did really well. You buried a Commander. I’m impressed.”
Leilani hesitated; frowned. She squinted up again. “So how did you know that?” she asked, and Rachel aimed the pistol at her head.
“The Watchers always knew one of their number had gone rogue. They sent me to make sure it was entombed. It turns out that you managed it … but they don’t want people knowing that they’re flawed. Sorry, babes: you’ve seen too much. But you’ll die a heroine.”
Leilani had a childish urge to wail at her in protest. Her eyes flicked to her pistol, but she knew she’d never reach it. Rachel’s smile was vixenish. Her plump tits strained against their nylon sheath. Leilani glimpsed a smudge of lube between her parted legs. The bitch was going to make the most of this.
“I’ll have that diamond from your navel,” Rachel purred. “I hope that you don’t mind …?”
Leilani peered up at her – and then the headset crackled in her ears. “ … Engine failure,” someone yelped. “Oh Christ, we’re gonna crash …!”
Rachel had taken her helmet off. She didn’t hear the call. Leilani stared and braced herself as the Major drew a bead on her left breast. Then the Krokodil she’d ordered back into the air crashed down into the Citadel behind her.
The jolting blast made Rachel jump. She started to swing round. Leilani lunged instinctively and scooped her pistol up. Rearing back, she fired snap-shot. The bullet struck the Major in the navel. Rachel squawked and doubled up, her pretty face convulsed with agony. Leilani sprawled and fired again. The shot thwacked into Rachel’s plump left breast. “Eugh!” she sobbed, still trying to bring her own gun round to bear. Leilani aimed at her right breast and punctured that one too. Rachel’s mouth dropped open as a third rosette of blood soaked through the nylon. She stumbled backwards drunkenly, and Leilani put a last shot through her forehead. The girl went saucer-eyed with shock; blood hit the wall behind her. The four wounds in her body formed a perfect diamond shape.
She goggled at Leilani for a moment, then crumpled back into the masonry. It wasn’t lubr which made her crotch wet now. Leilani rose up smoothly, water dripping off her breasts. Her thumb unlatched the empty clip. It clattered to the stones.
“There you are, you little bitch. A diamond of your own.”
She tossed the gun aside and padded out into the sunlight, not caring who was waiting for her there. Rachel had put the Havoc down on a patch of grass beside the orange grove. The weapons operator was still slouching in her seat. She looked up, saw Leilani and began to draw her pistol. As she raised herself, a bullet punched a bloody hole between her eyes.
Leilani watched her slumping back, then turned round curiously. Lena was standing by the tower, her MP5 still braced. She lowered it, and smiled impishly at her commander. Leilani’s brown eyes glowed. She smiled back.
* * *
Ruthie’s mind had sunk into a woozy, dreamlike blur. She’d lost all sense of time or where she was. At some point she’d been roughly handled: lugged around like laundry. Another time she’d been laid down and intimately washed. Something warm and viscous had been pumped into a vein. She felt as if her flesh was full of honey.
The pressure lingered in her chest. She couldn’t move or breathe. By rights she should have choked by now. But consciousness still simmered in her brain.
Eventually she realised she was upright once again. Something dug into her back, and she was snagged on it. Paralysed, she dangled in her panties. The air was cold against her naked skin. She sensed a presence in the blur, and forced her mind towards it. Sight returned to her wide eyes. They didn’t even blink at what they saw.
She was hanging in the back of a refrigerated truck, among perhaps a dozen other girls. The ones across the aisle from her wore baby-doll lace panties, like window-dressing for their nudity. There were hooks between their shoulder blades. Their ample breasts stuck out. Their slack lips were bright scarlet and their cheeks were painted red.
Ruthie whimpered in her mind. Her open mouth stayed silent. She saw that men in camouflage were coming down the rows. A stubbled guy who reeked of sweat came up and squeezed her breast. She wanted to cry out with pain, but couldn’t even bat her eyelashes.
“Let’s take this one,” said the guy, and hauled her off the hook. Ruthie’s blank look didn’t change as her body folded over his left shoulder. He carried her back out into the sticky summer twilight, his eager cohorts panting in his wake. They came into a crumbled house. He dumped her on a cot. She felt her panties being pulled off, her limp thighs pushed apart. “Get in line,” the soldier said to someone. “This pussy’s going to service the whole squad.”
Oh no, she thought in horror as the first man thrust inside her. You can’t do this! I’m still alive! Oh NO.
* * *
Lena woke up with a start. She gave a frightened sob. For a moment there was nothing but the darkness all around her. Then Leilani woke up too and hugged her sleepily.
“Shh,” she crooned. “I’m right here, love.” She fondled Lena’s swiftly-panting breasts. Her naked bodyguard relaxed against her. “Bad dream …” she mumbled like a tearful child.
Leilani smiled and kissed her hair. “Don’t worry. It’s all right.” Still hugging her, she listened to the stillness. The Citadel lay peaceful in the night.
There were just a handful of Guards left now: the ones who’d fought the battle on the ridge. The surviving leopard troopers had been shipped off somewhere else. The Citadel’s Commander still skulked, brooding, in its tower. She wondered what the future held – and thought that she had better wait and see.
She kissed a tear off Lena’s cheek, and snuggled up against her. “Only the guilty have bad dreams,” she said. Laying her head on Lena’s breast, she waited till it quietened. Then she closed her eyes again, and slept.
The End
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