((Sophie Mason continued from Nearing the End))
As much as she never wanted to enter that accursed building ever again, Sophie cautiously opened the door to the officer's quarters and made her way inside.
By this point, Sophie had become very familiar with the building, seeing as she had spent the majority of her time in the compound stalking her next targets within it's walls. Whilst she didn't like the idea of calling it her hunting ground, seeing as that made what she was doing sound primal and inhumane, at the same time she couldn't think of a more suitable description.
Walking down the numerous hallways that made up the officer's quarters was like a trip down memory lane. Although in this case, they were all memories she would much rather forget. There was the room where she had coerced her sister to kill not just one, but two people in a row. Their bodies were still strewn across the floor, covered in blood that by this point had gone dry and brittle. A part of her still regretted forcing her sister to commit such horrific acts rather than be brave enough to do it herself, but at the same time she didn't regret having caused the deaths of two people to begin with. She had done what had to be done, and her only regret was not having the courage to do it herself.
Then there was the room where she had witnessed Madeline Harris snap and shoot one of her colleagues in the back. That had been the first ever time she ever saw someone kill another human being, and even to this day it still chilled her whenever she though back to it. To think that someone as small and seemingly harmless as Madeline could become a vicious killer, one who then went on to kill several more people before getting herself killed like an imbecile. It just went to show that you couldn't afford to trust anyone in the program, no matter how innocent they may seem on the outside.
As she neared the library where she and Stephanie had encountered Pricilla, the young girl happened across an unexpected sight lying in the middle of the hallway. Wait... Is that who I think it is?
Upon further inspection, her suspicions were confirmed. The body belonged to none other than Juliet Watanabe, the Japanese girl whom she had attempted to kill almost and entire day ago. It felt as though it had been eons since that moment when Sophie had failed to trick her. The cunning fox had seen right through her ruse, and whilst a part of her felt mildly annoyed that someone else had gotten Juliet first, the fact that she was now dead and out of the way was enough to please her.
So, it seems the three people I set out to specifically take out are now all dead. Can't say that makes me feel any better, but at least I can now focus entirely on playing things safe. Still, I can't help but wonder who got her in the end. I'm guessing Brett had something to do with this...
Almost as if it were on cue, the all-too familiar noise of the speakers turning on alerted Sophie to attention. Whilst she was beginning to get tired of hearing that idiot Adams' voice every couple of ours, she got the impression that this might be the last announcement she would be hearing, and as a result she listened to his every word with great intensity. Apparently, there were only three other people left in the program beside herself. Just three more people... Three more lives I need to take before I can end this nightmare once and for all.
After lambasting them for taking so long, Adams went on to list the names of those who had died. Only three people had died this time around, but since Sophie had now met with all three of them that didn't come as much of a surprise. That said, she hadn't expected it to be Marilyn who killed Juliet rather than Brett. That didn't make any sense. Wasn't she the girl who Juliet had been searching for? Sophie had only met her once, and she didn't strike her as the time of person who would eagerly play this game. Had she been laying low all this time before deciding to make a name for herself once there were only a handful of people left? Or had it been done as some kind of mercy killing? Whilst the latter sounded more likely, Sophie made a mental note not to underestimate the young girl once she had finally found her.
Once he was done reading out the names of those who had died, Adams then went on to list the last five competitors, her name being the first one to be mentioned. It was almost amusing to hear Adams accusing her of having lost her sanity, considering he was the sociopath who came up with this sadistic game in the first place. However, she wasn't exactly happy with the implication that she was nothing more than a gung-ho psychopath. Admittedly, if she had the opportunity to do so she would have tried to be more discreet, but when it really came down to it she was one of the few people left in this compound who was actually being proactive. Sure, she would be the first one to admit that her methods recently had been somewhat blunt, but in the end she was still getting the job done. Unlike a certain Brett Torres, who as far as Sophie could tell had been hiding the entire time.
The fact that Adams seemed to be praising Brett for "playing it smart" didn't help. Whilst Sophie wasn't a particularly prideful person, she couldn't help but feel a little offended that Brett was implied to be a smarter person than her. There was nothing clever about hiding somewhere and waiting for everyone else to kill each other. Any idiot could do that. Melinda did the exact same thing out of cowardice, and look where that led her.
Nevertheless, Sophie knew full well that this also meant that Brett was her biggest threat. Whilst she was certain that he wasn't as intelligent as Adams was making out he was, he was still far from an idiot. She couldn't afford to underestimate him, not when it could so easily end with her dead at his hands. She had gotten too far now to slip up like that. In order to win this, she would need to be extra careful. Far more careful than she had been the past several hours. She had been lucky enough to survive this far after taking so many risks, but something told her that she couldn't afford to rely on luck alone if she was to win this game.
But before that time came, there was one last place she needed to visit...
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"Brett Torres, you're America's only hope. You've made it this far by actually playing it smart. You know strategy. You have tactics. You're fairly sane. Yeah, you wussed out a time or two, but we all have our failings. Can you maintain? Can you keep going? Only three left. Can you make it? I doubt it, now that you've left your little hole, but I'm rooting for you.”
For being a fucking sociopath, Brett Torres was feeling pretty good about himself. Adams words rang in his skull, drifted through his mind in time with his pulsing heart. His gun was heavy, the strap of the machine gun digging hard into his neck.
Machine gun in hand, Brett stalked his way back down the corridor. Sophie Mason. Brendon Arrington. Marilyn Williams.
Three more people dead and he could go home. Three more people and he could start forgetting this had ever happened.
Brett wasn’t sure what would come after he won. He wasn’t sure, but the mere thought was making him excited, throwing him off his game. He felt nervous, nervous and vulnerable. He would have to watch his back, especially now that he was out in the open, away from his safe little house in the library.
What was more concerning was that he was now threat number one. Sure, maniacs drew ratings, maniacs caused fear. But tactical players were the most despised, and Brett had played things out pretty damn tactically perfect. He’d killed enough to make a name for himself, but he hadn’t attracted any self-righteous “player-killers”. He’d bunkered down and waited it out, not taking a single injury. Fuck sake, he had a light machine gun strapped to his back, courtesy of a stupid gypsy who didn’t know his ass from the trigger guard.
And that meant it wouldn’t be a free for all. If anyone else had sense left, they’d be gunning for him first. He was playing with a handicap, especially if any teams had made it to the finals. Brett didn’t know for certain, but it was a possibility.
Stupid, off his game. So close to the end he was making mistakes. A noisy footfall, his bag scraping against the wall. He’d been circling the building for the past hour, widening it slightly every time, sweeping the area and waiting for someone, anyone, to come bite.
It had been pointless for the first while. “America’s Last Hope” was proving to be boring television, retracing his route around the dull grey building half a dozen times, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Several times, Brett wondered if any of the other contestants had been given a sniper rifle. It was a long shot, but the Gypsy had had a machine gun. Anything was possible.
They wouldn’t know how to aim it… If they had a gun with full-auto, that would be trouble. Spray and pray, that is what these kids rely on.
He’d taken to calling them “those kids” for the past few hours. He wasn’t quite sure when he’d thought of the term, but anything that helped him desensitize them helped.
Fuck this game, honestly…
On his last pass, Brett noticed the girl. He’d been hanging near the corner of an adjacent building, scanning the open space leading towards the front doors of the Office Complex. The place he’d been for the past few days, waiting patiently in hiding.
She hadn’t noticed him. She had been careful, advancing with weapon in hand, but she hadn’t noticed him. Brett had held his breath, unstrapping his LMG. But at the last minute, he’d relented. He was a decent enough shot… point blank. The girl was too far away. An exchange of fire at that distance would prove nothing, accomplish nothing but waste ammunition. The girl would run, hide in the corners.
Brett only released his sigh when he saw her pass through the front doors. Packing up his things, he jogged over, his Stoner bouncing in his hands. He wasn’t sure where she was going. All he knew, is that she had made a terrible mistake.
He grinned and entered the building, only realizing his hands were shaking as he grabbed the door handle.
Concentrate.
As silent as possible, Brett entered the building behind the girl. He adjusted his grip on the gun, and padded forward. The hallway ahead was clear. Brett swallowed raising his weapon and advancing, sticking to the walls, his eyes flickering over the doorways and adjoining corridors.
Where the fuck did she go?
His heartbeat rose for a second, as the possibility of a trap came to him. Biting his lip, Brett retreated back to the double doors, dropping his pack and unzipping it.
Pulling out a spare shirt, Brett tied it roughly around the handles in a knot. It was by no means the strongest, but it would hold for a few minutes.
If someone decides to sneak up behind me, that should stall them for awhile…
Brett collected his things, and turned back down the hallway. His nerves were biting at him again. The building seemed dark, far darker than it should be. Like a tomb. It certainly matched that, what with bloodied bodies throughout.
Stop thinking like that. You’ve got a job to do. Kill her, and then get rid of the last two. Then you win the game.
… May have to pass on that bloody slip n’ slide though…
There wasn’t any more time to stall. Brett bit down on his tongue and began to walk, his finger dancing around the trigger of his gun.
For being a fucking sociopath, Brett Torres was feeling pretty good about himself. Adams words rang in his skull, drifted through his mind in time with his pulsing heart. His gun was heavy, the strap of the machine gun digging hard into his neck.
Machine gun in hand, Brett stalked his way back down the corridor. Sophie Mason. Brendon Arrington. Marilyn Williams.
Three more people dead and he could go home. Three more people and he could start forgetting this had ever happened.
Brett wasn’t sure what would come after he won. He wasn’t sure, but the mere thought was making him excited, throwing him off his game. He felt nervous, nervous and vulnerable. He would have to watch his back, especially now that he was out in the open, away from his safe little house in the library.
What was more concerning was that he was now threat number one. Sure, maniacs drew ratings, maniacs caused fear. But tactical players were the most despised, and Brett had played things out pretty damn tactically perfect. He’d killed enough to make a name for himself, but he hadn’t attracted any self-righteous “player-killers”. He’d bunkered down and waited it out, not taking a single injury. Fuck sake, he had a light machine gun strapped to his back, courtesy of a stupid gypsy who didn’t know his ass from the trigger guard.
And that meant it wouldn’t be a free for all. If anyone else had sense left, they’d be gunning for him first. He was playing with a handicap, especially if any teams had made it to the finals. Brett didn’t know for certain, but it was a possibility.
Stupid, off his game. So close to the end he was making mistakes. A noisy footfall, his bag scraping against the wall. He’d been circling the building for the past hour, widening it slightly every time, sweeping the area and waiting for someone, anyone, to come bite.
It had been pointless for the first while. “America’s Last Hope” was proving to be boring television, retracing his route around the dull grey building half a dozen times, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Several times, Brett wondered if any of the other contestants had been given a sniper rifle. It was a long shot, but the Gypsy had had a machine gun. Anything was possible.
They wouldn’t know how to aim it… If they had a gun with full-auto, that would be trouble. Spray and pray, that is what these kids rely on.
He’d taken to calling them “those kids” for the past few hours. He wasn’t quite sure when he’d thought of the term, but anything that helped him desensitize them helped.
Fuck this game, honestly…
On his last pass, Brett noticed the girl. He’d been hanging near the corner of an adjacent building, scanning the open space leading towards the front doors of the Office Complex. The place he’d been for the past few days, waiting patiently in hiding.
She hadn’t noticed him. She had been careful, advancing with weapon in hand, but she hadn’t noticed him. Brett had held his breath, unstrapping his LMG. But at the last minute, he’d relented. He was a decent enough shot… point blank. The girl was too far away. An exchange of fire at that distance would prove nothing, accomplish nothing but waste ammunition. The girl would run, hide in the corners.
Brett only released his sigh when he saw her pass through the front doors. Packing up his things, he jogged over, his Stoner bouncing in his hands. He wasn’t sure where she was going. All he knew, is that she had made a terrible mistake.
He grinned and entered the building, only realizing his hands were shaking as he grabbed the door handle.
Concentrate.
As silent as possible, Brett entered the building behind the girl. He adjusted his grip on the gun, and padded forward. The hallway ahead was clear. Brett swallowed raising his weapon and advancing, sticking to the walls, his eyes flickering over the doorways and adjoining corridors.
Where the fuck did she go?
His heartbeat rose for a second, as the possibility of a trap came to him. Biting his lip, Brett retreated back to the double doors, dropping his pack and unzipping it.
Pulling out a spare shirt, Brett tied it roughly around the handles in a knot. It was by no means the strongest, but it would hold for a few minutes.
If someone decides to sneak up behind me, that should stall them for awhile…
Brett collected his things, and turned back down the hallway. His nerves were biting at him again. The building seemed dark, far darker than it should be. Like a tomb. It certainly matched that, what with bloodied bodies throughout.
Stop thinking like that. You’ve got a job to do. Kill her, and then get rid of the last two. Then you win the game.
… May have to pass on that bloody slip n’ slide though…
There wasn’t any more time to stall. Brett bit down on his tongue and began to walk, his finger dancing around the trigger of his gun.
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Having spent the majority of her time in the compound stalking the hallways of the officer's quarters, Sophie practically knew the layout of the building off by heart. As a result, after leaving the library behind her and making her way up the nearest staircase, it wasn't long until she eventually found what she was looking for.
Stephanie was still lying in exactly the same position Sophie had left her in, almost as if it had been barely minutes ago since the moment she died. The moment Sophie laid eyes on her, her immediate thoughts were to turn back and get as far away from this building as she possibly could. She had wanted to see her just one last time, maybe say a few words in apology or something along those lines. But seeing her like this made her feel nauseous, bringing back horrid memories of the fateful moment when she'd failed to protect her sister. It also brought about feelings of intense guilt, reminding her of all the times she had abused Stephanie's trust just because she was too afraid to get her own hands dirty. Just thinking about the time when she nearly abandoned Stephanie entirely made her want to fall over onto her knees and claw her own eyes out in regret.
However, Sophie quickly got a hold of herself as her thoughts drifted back to what the announcement had said. She was one of the last people left in the compound. Only three more deaths were needed before she could finally be free to this place. If she could just stay calm and retain her pragmatic persona, then she still stood a damn good chance of getting out of here alive. She couldn't afford to feel guilty now, not when her life was still at stake. Maybe once she was out of here, she could try to redeem herself somehow. It wasn't as if she ever wanted any of this to ever happen.
For now though, she had to distance herself. Do what needed to be done in order to get out of the compound alive, even if it meant adding another three names to her disturbingly high list. Maybe then, Stephanie's sacrifice would not be completely in vein.
Until then, Sophie still wanted to say goodbye to her sister one last time before resuming her hunt. She took a deep breath before approaching her sister, ignoring the putrid smell as she neared the petrified corpse. It didn't feel right just leaving her there, lying in the middle of some dull hallway. Then again, what else could she do? It wasn't as if she could just drag the body outside and bury it somewhere. Besides, maybe once this was all over, the army would collect all the bodies and return them back to their families. Either that, or they would just pile them all up and burn them. As much as she dreaded the thought, Sophie couldn't help but suspect that they would go with the latter.
When Sophie finally found herself standing over the body, she preceded to kneel down beside it, resisting the urge to move a stray hair that was draped over her sister's face. It was strange, looking at a dead body like this. Sure, she had been near many corpses during her tenure in the Program, but she never took the opportunity to just take a close look at what they looked like. It was... Disturbing, and yet at the same time it was deeply fascinating. That said, the fact that this was her own sister also made it deeply upsetting, and eventually Sophie found herself wiping a stray tear from her eye.
For the next minute or so she knelt there, watching over her sister's body. Whilst she'd originally planned on saying something, in the end she couldn't think of anything appropriate. As a result, the hallway was in complete and total silence. So silent in fact, that you could even hear a pin being dropped.
...Or a light footstep.
Sophie froze. She wasn't sure what the sound was, whether it was a footstep or a trip or anything like that, but what she did know was that it was a sound. And a dead giveaway that she was not as alone in this building as she had originally assumed. Damnit, I didn't want to encounter anyone this soon!
She gripped her gun as she silently turned around, and whilst she couldn't directly see anyone she could still make out the vague shape of someone's shadow around the nearest corner. With barely seconds until they came around, she quickly and quietly dashed into the nearest room, ignoring the body of the girl she had killed just moments before Stephanie's death. She waited with her back against the wall, her gun at the ready as she patiently waited for whoever it was to make their way down the hallway. There were so many questions she desperately wanted answers for as the stranger made their way towards Stephanie's body. Who was it exactly? With any luck, it would turn out to be Marilyn Williams, who by this point was without a doubt her easiest target. If not, then why were either Brett or Brendon here? Was it completely by chance, or had one of them been following her? And if so, for how long? So many questions, but within a few moments, she might be able to get some answers.
Eventually, the footsteps stopped, presumably because whoever was out there was currently checking Stephanie's body to see whether or not it was actually her's. As subtly as she could, Sophie peaked around the door's corner to see who it was.
Sadly, instead of Marilyn Williams, her guest as it seemed was none other than Brett Torrest. Who, from the looks of things, seemed too busy checking out the body to notice her...
Hmm, I should just kill him right here and now. A single bullet to the back of his head ought to do the trick. Then, with Brett out the way, the other two shouldn't be much of a threat...
With this idea in mind, Sophie slowly raised her gun, her finger resting on the trigger as she took aim and prepared to open fire.
So long Brett. Let's see if you can outsmart a bullet to the skull...
Then, without a moment's hesitance, Sophie took a deep breath and pulled the trigger...
Or at least, she was about to, when a thought suddenly hit her at the very last second.
What if she could somehow take advantage of this opportunity? After all, with Brett gone, she'd have to deal with the other two all by herself. From all she knew, Brendon and Marilyn might agree to team-up so that they can stand a chance against the two dangerous killers who were out for their blood. If she killed Brett now, then she would have to deal with them both all on her own. If she had to deal with them separately then it shouldn't be too difficult to pick them off, but if they were working together, then she'd be lucky to kill one of them, let alone both.
But what was stopping her and Brett doing the exact same thing?
It would be an extremely risky move, given that neither of them were stupid enough to believe that the other wouldn't turn on them the moment they had the chance. Hell, she didn't rule out the possibility that Brett wouldn't immediately turn on her the second he had a good opening. But if she could somehow convince him that it would be more practical for them to work together in order to take out the other two, then maybe... JUST maybe she could wrap this all up much sooner.
If he agreed, then she could create a situation where both he and the others kill each other, then go in and finish off whoever was left. If not, then she'd just kill him now. It would be very risky, no doubt about it, but if her suspicions were correct and the other two DID team-up, then perhaps this could be the only way to assure her safety.
Well Sophie, what'll it be? Kill him now and get it over with, or suggest forming a temporarily alliance?
After a few more seconds past, Sophie had made her decision.
"I see you've finally decided to join the rest of us..." she said calmly, slowly leaving the shadow of the adjacent room with her gun's sights still trained on Brett's head.
"Pity you didn't do so sooner. In case you hadn't heard, I ended up having to do most of the hard work all by myself. "
Stephanie was still lying in exactly the same position Sophie had left her in, almost as if it had been barely minutes ago since the moment she died. The moment Sophie laid eyes on her, her immediate thoughts were to turn back and get as far away from this building as she possibly could. She had wanted to see her just one last time, maybe say a few words in apology or something along those lines. But seeing her like this made her feel nauseous, bringing back horrid memories of the fateful moment when she'd failed to protect her sister. It also brought about feelings of intense guilt, reminding her of all the times she had abused Stephanie's trust just because she was too afraid to get her own hands dirty. Just thinking about the time when she nearly abandoned Stephanie entirely made her want to fall over onto her knees and claw her own eyes out in regret.
However, Sophie quickly got a hold of herself as her thoughts drifted back to what the announcement had said. She was one of the last people left in the compound. Only three more deaths were needed before she could finally be free to this place. If she could just stay calm and retain her pragmatic persona, then she still stood a damn good chance of getting out of here alive. She couldn't afford to feel guilty now, not when her life was still at stake. Maybe once she was out of here, she could try to redeem herself somehow. It wasn't as if she ever wanted any of this to ever happen.
For now though, she had to distance herself. Do what needed to be done in order to get out of the compound alive, even if it meant adding another three names to her disturbingly high list. Maybe then, Stephanie's sacrifice would not be completely in vein.
Until then, Sophie still wanted to say goodbye to her sister one last time before resuming her hunt. She took a deep breath before approaching her sister, ignoring the putrid smell as she neared the petrified corpse. It didn't feel right just leaving her there, lying in the middle of some dull hallway. Then again, what else could she do? It wasn't as if she could just drag the body outside and bury it somewhere. Besides, maybe once this was all over, the army would collect all the bodies and return them back to their families. Either that, or they would just pile them all up and burn them. As much as she dreaded the thought, Sophie couldn't help but suspect that they would go with the latter.
When Sophie finally found herself standing over the body, she preceded to kneel down beside it, resisting the urge to move a stray hair that was draped over her sister's face. It was strange, looking at a dead body like this. Sure, she had been near many corpses during her tenure in the Program, but she never took the opportunity to just take a close look at what they looked like. It was... Disturbing, and yet at the same time it was deeply fascinating. That said, the fact that this was her own sister also made it deeply upsetting, and eventually Sophie found herself wiping a stray tear from her eye.
For the next minute or so she knelt there, watching over her sister's body. Whilst she'd originally planned on saying something, in the end she couldn't think of anything appropriate. As a result, the hallway was in complete and total silence. So silent in fact, that you could even hear a pin being dropped.
...Or a light footstep.
Sophie froze. She wasn't sure what the sound was, whether it was a footstep or a trip or anything like that, but what she did know was that it was a sound. And a dead giveaway that she was not as alone in this building as she had originally assumed. Damnit, I didn't want to encounter anyone this soon!
She gripped her gun as she silently turned around, and whilst she couldn't directly see anyone she could still make out the vague shape of someone's shadow around the nearest corner. With barely seconds until they came around, she quickly and quietly dashed into the nearest room, ignoring the body of the girl she had killed just moments before Stephanie's death. She waited with her back against the wall, her gun at the ready as she patiently waited for whoever it was to make their way down the hallway. There were so many questions she desperately wanted answers for as the stranger made their way towards Stephanie's body. Who was it exactly? With any luck, it would turn out to be Marilyn Williams, who by this point was without a doubt her easiest target. If not, then why were either Brett or Brendon here? Was it completely by chance, or had one of them been following her? And if so, for how long? So many questions, but within a few moments, she might be able to get some answers.
Eventually, the footsteps stopped, presumably because whoever was out there was currently checking Stephanie's body to see whether or not it was actually her's. As subtly as she could, Sophie peaked around the door's corner to see who it was.
Sadly, instead of Marilyn Williams, her guest as it seemed was none other than Brett Torrest. Who, from the looks of things, seemed too busy checking out the body to notice her...
Hmm, I should just kill him right here and now. A single bullet to the back of his head ought to do the trick. Then, with Brett out the way, the other two shouldn't be much of a threat...
With this idea in mind, Sophie slowly raised her gun, her finger resting on the trigger as she took aim and prepared to open fire.
So long Brett. Let's see if you can outsmart a bullet to the skull...
Then, without a moment's hesitance, Sophie took a deep breath and pulled the trigger...
Or at least, she was about to, when a thought suddenly hit her at the very last second.
What if she could somehow take advantage of this opportunity? After all, with Brett gone, she'd have to deal with the other two all by herself. From all she knew, Brendon and Marilyn might agree to team-up so that they can stand a chance against the two dangerous killers who were out for their blood. If she killed Brett now, then she would have to deal with them both all on her own. If she had to deal with them separately then it shouldn't be too difficult to pick them off, but if they were working together, then she'd be lucky to kill one of them, let alone both.
But what was stopping her and Brett doing the exact same thing?
It would be an extremely risky move, given that neither of them were stupid enough to believe that the other wouldn't turn on them the moment they had the chance. Hell, she didn't rule out the possibility that Brett wouldn't immediately turn on her the second he had a good opening. But if she could somehow convince him that it would be more practical for them to work together in order to take out the other two, then maybe... JUST maybe she could wrap this all up much sooner.
If he agreed, then she could create a situation where both he and the others kill each other, then go in and finish off whoever was left. If not, then she'd just kill him now. It would be very risky, no doubt about it, but if her suspicions were correct and the other two DID team-up, then perhaps this could be the only way to assure her safety.
Well Sophie, what'll it be? Kill him now and get it over with, or suggest forming a temporarily alliance?
After a few more seconds past, Sophie had made her decision.
"I see you've finally decided to join the rest of us..." she said calmly, slowly leaving the shadow of the adjacent room with her gun's sights still trained on Brett's head.
"Pity you didn't do so sooner. In case you hadn't heard, I ended up having to do most of the hard work all by myself. "
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