Coming Home
He woke early today, knowing that this was the last day as being Terry Davids. When he left here, he would once again be Jonathan Quick, Lt. Quicksilver of the SilverHawks. Everything that had happened to him would be, if not history, then a past that he was learning to deal with. After getting a shower and dressing with care, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Gone were the hoop and gem stud earrings and long shaggy black and gold hair. Gone also was the torn jeans, t-shirt and ratty denim jacket. Replacing it was a military buzz cut, more silver then gold showing in his inch long hair, and a single earring that was a tiny detailed hawk in flight clutching a small sapphire. He wore new black jeans, a button up short sleeved shirt and a new leather bomber jacket that had a soaring hawk air-brushed across the back of it. He also wore a half inch wide silver bracelet on his right wrist that covered up a scar.
After a light breakfast of toast and tea, he packed. Everything that he was taking with him had already arrived at Hawk Haven. All that was left was what he, himself, was carrying. Looking around the efficiency apartment one last time he sighed, turning around he headed to the door and exited the place, making sure that he locked the door as he did. The apartment held a lot of memories. Some good, some bad, but most were neither.
As he headed towards the spaceport, he let himself think back. What had started as a two-week leave turned out to be a near year and a half roller coaster ride of ups and downs. From him somehow getting involved with a gang of drug dealers, to his getting addicted to the drugs they sold, to his time in rehab where he recovered from his addiction. He also was able to recover from his deep depression that he had fallen into when everything came back to him. Of what he had done during his time in the gang. It had hit him hard. Harder then if he had been hit by Mumbo Jumbo. That was the reason for the scar that marred his right wrist. There was an identical one to it on his left wrist also. Both from where he had tried to commit suicide just before he was found.
He couldn't help but smile slightly at that thought. He had been found by someone that he nearly considered his worse enemy. No, it wasn't a member of the Mob that had found him. It had been Phantom. The one person that he now realized was perhaps the best person that could have found him. When he had first meet her, he found her to be everything that he hated in a person. Wild, seemingly irresponsible and completely unpredictable. It was like she had went against everything he stood for. But with time, he found out that she was someone different under that mask that she showed in public. When she gave her word, she kept it. When she stood by a person, it was though thick and thin, no matter what happened. She had told him after finding him that she would try to keep the other SilverHawks away from him and she did just that. For the past year, she kept him informed of the goings on at Hawk Haven. Of station gossip as it were. He found out a lot more about his fellow Hawks then he learned during the entire time he was there.
Spotting Seymour the Hack he flagged the Cabbie down.
"Can I help you?" the cabbie asked, not recognizing Jon at first. "Lt. Quicksilver? Wow, it's been a long time, ya know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I do Seymour. I need a lift to Hawk Haven. Think you can give me one?" Jon asked.
"Sure thing Quicksilver! Get in, get in!" Seymour said as he opened the rear door.
Jon climbed in and settled himself for the trip. It went faster then he expected as he past the time chatting with the cabbie, catching up as it were on events that happened outside of the SilverHawks territory.
"Here we are Quicksilver." Seymour commented as they landed in the hanger bay of Hawk Haven.
Jon noted that the Maraj was out, so the others must be on patrol. That was fine with him. He wanted to be able to settle in again before the others found out. Getting out he handed the cabbie the fair and tip.
"But Lieutenant, I can't take this...."
"Take it Seymour, take it." Jon said with a smile as he walked away from the cab, heading for the lift doors.
Upon entering the lift, he punched the command level button. Taking a deep breath he let it out slowly as the doors opened and he stepped out. Nothing much had changed in his absence. He noted that there was no one at any of the stations at the moment. Which meant that everyone was busy elsewhere. Crossing the floor he headed to the ramp that lead down slightly to the Commander?s office. Once at the door he took another breath and knocked.
"Enter" a gruff voice answered a moment later.
This was it. Letting out his breath he reached for the door knob and turned it slowly, pushing open the door. Stepping into the office, he closed the door behind him and walked up to the desk. The commander was sitting with his back to the door so didn?t know it was him.
"Lt. Quicksilver reporting for Duty sir." Jon said as he came to attention and slauted.
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(4/19/02 10:43 am)
Re: Coming Home
Stargazer's chair whirled in a creaky circle and he stopped himself against the edge of his desk, eye and mouth agape, and ocular implant turning madly.
"At ease, Lieutenant," she said, composing himself at last. "Have a seat." He waited til Jon had settled into a chair, then leaned back a little. "Great Galactic Chosts, boy. What happened to you?"
"Phantom filled you in on the basics, sir?" he asked.
"That she did. Enough to keep from having to report you AWOL, and to make sure your medical and personal needs were covered."
"Then, if you don't mind, I'd like to leave it at that, sir. I'm here to get my life back, not hash over a past I can't change."
"Whatever you want, boy." As he said it, Stargazer realized he was wrong. Not about repecting Jon's privacy. That was a simple and completely understandable request. But the person before him was not a boy. The young, brash and headstrong Lieutenant Quicksilver was gone, and in his place was a mellowed, experienced and tested field officer, a man who had seen some of the darkest things Life could throw at a person and had thrown it all back in Life's teeth. This officer, this man, would be a stalwart friend and a dangerous enemy.
"All I want right now is to get back to work, sir."
"Permission granted. And it's good to have you back, son."
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It was quiet. A little too quiet in Lorie's opinion. It was the kind of quiet that made her feel uncomfortable, like she just had to do something. It was in times like these that she would call up her good friend Terry to hang out. But she couldn't do that any more, because Terry was gone...somewhere. He never told her where he was going. Just that he had to go.
Oh, Terry, where did you go? And why wouldn't you tell me where you were going?
She missed her friend. They had gone through so much while in rehab together. They had both suceeded in completeing the drug rehab program. During that time they had swapped 'war stories', shared laughter and tears. They helped each other stay strong in times of weakness. There were times that Lorie knew she would had slipped back into the habit if it hadn't been for Terry. The young Divore looked over at her phone. Terry's number was still listed as #2 on the speed dial. She knew if she dialed it, there would be no answer. All she could do it wait to see if he would contact her and let her know he was ok. She hoped it would be soon. Edited by: Detia1 at: 4/19/02 2:07:37 pm
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"It's good to be back sir." Jon said as he saluted once more before leaving the Commander?s office. He paused long enough at one of the stations on the command deck to have a copy of the current duty roster along with copies of the cases that are being worked on, that have stalled and that have been closed, sent to the desk terminal in his room. While he would have preferred sending it to his office terminal, he wasn't sure if he still had an office or if someone else was currently using it. As an after thought he also requested a copy of who was using which offices. With that done he headed to the lift and descended down to the personal quarters level.
When he arrived at his quarters, he unlocked his door and entered his rooms. He also took a moment to re-code his lock. Sometime in his absence, someone had entered his quarters and searched them. While could understand why they had done it, he still felt the need to insure his privacy at the moment. Surveying the sparsely furnished outer room, he shook his head and sighed. It was indeed as barren as his life then had been.
Boxes were neatly stacked against one wall. None of them were labeled. Setting his bag down on the desk he keyed the terminal to life and looked over the information that had been sent to it. He'd have time to look it over closer once he arranged things to his liking.
Digging into his bag he pulled out a couple of CDs, taking them over to the Entertainment unit that was standard in all the quarters. It was only a single player, but that would suffice for now. Putting the CD into the player he turned it on and set to work opening the boxes and sorting everything out.
It took longer then he thought it would to unpack. He had not realized that he had acquired as much stuff as he had. Clothes went straight to the bedroom to be put away later. The little nick-knacks were left safely wrapped still. He needed to get a corner shelf of some type to put them on. The wall decorations were put up and everything else found it's proper place. For the first time in two decades, his quarters looked like someone was living in it.
He checked the time and found that most of the day had passed right by and that he had missed lunch. Dinner would be soon and if it was anything like he remembered, most of the others would grab what they could, eat, then either return to duty or find something else to do. If he timed it right, no one would notice that he was back until he was ready.
The trip to the mess hall and back was fast. When he returned he had a light salad for his supper. He'd eat something later on if he got hungry again, but for now, what he had would do.
Sitting down at his desk, he started going though the files he had requested. Again time slipped past his awareness. It was nearly midnight when he finished going over only a fraction of the information. With a last glance at the clock he figured he would leave a brief message to Lorie then head to bed. The rest of the files could wait till morning.
Lorie, I've arrived safely and am in the process of re-settling in again. It will be a couple more days before I can go into any other details. While I hated having to leave the way I did, it was for the best. I hope that one day we can meet face to face again and chat. But until then, messages will have to do. Catch ya when I can. ? Terry.
He hated deceiving Lorie, but it had to be that way for now. With a last glace at his room, he turned the desk terminal off and headed to bed, shutting the lights off as he did.
Edited by: Chajo at: 4/22/02 10:01:55 pm
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Ealry the next morning, while Lorie was preparing for work, she heard the phone ring. She practically ran out of the bathroom to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Morning, Lorie!"
"Oh, hi Virgil."
"Hmph. Could you sound anymore disappointed?"
"I'm sorry, Virg. It's just that I was hoping it was someone else..."
"Well, thanks a lot!"
"No, it's not like that! You see, a freind of mine moved away recently and I haven't heard from him in a while. I'm just concerned."
"Oh, ok. As long as you're not trying to kick me to the curb."
"I am glad you called, Virg. It's always good to hear from you."
"Same here, Lorie. I can't get enough of my voice either." That made her laugh. Virgil loved to hear that laugh. It let him know she was feeling pretty good. "Anyway, I just wanted to say good morning before we both head out for work. I might stop by your job at the end of my shift, if that's ok with you."
"You know I wouldn't mind. Besides, we get off at the same time today, remember?"
"Really? Perfect! I guess I'll see you after work then?"
"Of course."
Lorie felt a little better after talking to Virgil. After she hung up, she noticed her message light was blinking on her COM station. She was very relieved to see a message from Terry.
"At least now I know he's ok."
With a sigh of relief, Lorie finished getting dressed and headed for the office.
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It was sometime past 0800 hours when Jon finally woke up. After another twenty minutes of just laying in bed, he got up and dressed for the day. The only thing he had planned was going over the case records, making notes and just catching up on events during his absence.
Somehow he made it to the mess hall and back without being seen again. With a light breakfast of tea and toast, he started the morning out. After several minutes of trying to sort out the writing of several of the others and not getting anywhere, he gave up and retrieved his reading glasses from the desk drawer.
As he put them on he silently mused that for someone who had just recently turned 47, had at least 20 years of very active duty and then went though what he went though, he wasn't doing that bad. Though over the last year he had noted that the need for assistance when reading was needed. It would not surprise him if he would need glasses all the time in the next few years.
By the time lunch had come around, Jon had a small stack of notes that he planed on attaching to some of the older, still active cases.
Saving everything that was on the terminal, he set it to standby before leaving his quarters. The halls were silent save for the constant, soft hum of the machines that kept Hawk Haven running. He remembered a time in those first years here when he was constantly aware of such things. Then over time it faded to the background. Having been away so long, he had to get use to it again.
Upon entering the Mess Hall, he paused, noting that no one was about. That was fine with him at the moment. He headed towards the Kitchen area, by passing the Automated Food unit. He had come to appreciate the finer things in life. Namely freshly prepared meals. That stuff that was created through the unit was just... nasty. There was no other word for it.
It was almost twenty minutes later when Jon finally sat down at one of the tables to eat. Even though it wasn't a fancy meal, it was satisfying in a way that the purely personal.
Edited by: Chajo at: 4/28/02 12:35:34 pm
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Camiel Brightlight entered the mess hall with so much on her mind she didn't notice that someone else was there. She wasn't used to not being on administrative duties. Unfortunately that would be her place for the next few months due to her broken left arm. Things were even more difficult for her since she's left handed. Her mate had fixed her a lunch to take with her to work that morning. She sighed in frustration as she struggled to work the microwave.
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Jon held still when he saw Camiel enter the mess. With him still being in the process of catching up, he was surprised to see that her left arm was casted and in a sling. He watched another moment or two as she went to the microwave and tried, rather unsuccessfully to work it with her right hand. Standing up he quietly walked over to her.
She was pretty well pre-occupied with things that she didn't notice him behind her untill he reached over her shoulder, taking her food and putting it in the microwave for her. She gave a squeek of startlement and jumped back. Right into him.
"Whoa. Easy there Cami." Jon said as he steadied her, one hand in the middle of her back, the other on her shoulder. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."
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When Jon touched the small of her back, Cami could feel a tingling in her spine. At first she was startled that he had touched a very sensitive spot, but quickly realized that he didn't mean to touch her there. She quickly tunred around and smiled.
"Uncle Jon! You're back!" She grinned as she hugged him with her good arm.
Edited by: Detia1 at: 4/28/02 7:50:14 pm
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(4/29/02 6:53 pm)
Coming Home
"Hey, Cami." he greeted. "How's everything?"
"Oh, just fine."
"I see you got an injury there. Married life treating you okay?"
"Oh, this?" She reffered to her broken arm. "Let's just say the Mob's just gotten uglier."
"I see. Speaking of which, how does it feel to have robbed Limbo of its second most eligible bachelor?"
"Well worth the effort!"
"Ahh. Okay, seriously. What's this new threat in Limbo?"
"Not much; just a pyrokinetic Terran and a Martian slave trader who nearly made me part of his 'exotic' collection."
"And that explains the arm?"
"Yep. Oh, did you know we got a new 'Hawk with us?"
"The Commander did prep me on Private Sparx. Why?"
"'Cause he right over there." Cami pointed to the rookie 'Hawk who had just walked in with a few papers. "Sparx, this is Lieutenant Quicksilver. Lieutenant, Private Sparx."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Sparx." Jon said looking over Sparx.
"Same here, sir." Sparx replied giving a salute. "Commander told me you were in here; sent me to give you this." Sparx handed Jon the paper; it contained a detailed description on Mon*Star's newest lackeys. Jon's eyes went wide when he read them.
"'Recently castrated'?" he questioned.
"Uh, let's just say it happened around my injury." Cami explained. "At least, that's what I was told."
"Oh, man!" Sparx said. "Kyle was right; you did marry an overprotective maniac." He shook his head and looked shocked. "Kyle was right?!" he repeated. "Should I consider this a miracle or a bad omen?"
Edited by: Charra Loon at: 4/30/02 7:15:47 am
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At that moment, Seargent Copper and Corporal Sapphire entered the mess hall. Mikel had KP duty and he was going to try to teach Seska how to cook...again.
"Now remember what I told you last time, Seska. You have to keep a close eye on the food while it's cooking so it won't burn."
"Ok, I gotcha."
"I certainly hope so," he mumbled under his breath.
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(4/30/02 7:55 pm)
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"Hey, Copper!" Sparx called. "Sapphire's going to stock up our armory again?" Sapphire got pissed at that.
"Watch it, Sparx, or I'll defuse you!" she yelled before entering the kitchen with Mik. Cami just looked at him.
"Do you always have to pick on her?" she asked.
"Only when she cooks." Sparx answered.
"I don't seem to recall tasting Sapphire's cooking." Jon said. "How bad can she possibly be?" At that moment, an explosion was heard in the kitchen.
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"Forget I asked. And remind me to check with Will about dinning with him and Zan when Sapphire is on KP duty." Jon said with a shake of his head. He shuffled the papers some then looked at the pair. "Is my office still mine?"
Both Cami and Sparx looked at him then at each other and back at him again. It was Sparx that answered.
"Don't know which one is yours, but... Better knock before entering any."
"Do I want to know? No. Never mind. I don't want to know." with that he gathered everything and stood up again. "I'll see you two later. It was good to see you again Cami. Nice meeting you Sparx." Nodding to both he headed towards the kitchen. Poking his head in the door he noted the scorch marks around the stove and oven. Mik was saying something in his own language and Sapphire was sitting over against the wall. He motioned her over.
"Yes?" she asked.
"If you want to talk this evening, I'll be in my quarters." Jon replied.
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(5/2/02 7:29 pm)
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"Okay. By the way, welcome back."
"Good to be back." At that moment, as if Fate decided to play some sort of joke, Chatts flew in.
"Seska, what the hell was that I heard?" he complained. "I thought the Mob had--" He then noticed Jon. "LT? Is that you? Que pasa, hermano?"
"I'm fine, Chatts, thanks." Jon replied.
"Oh boy!" With that, Chatterbox flew off.
"Unfortunately for Limbo," Sapphire explained. "Chatterbox hasn't changed a bit."
"So I see." Jon observed. "So see you this evening?"
"Sure."
"Uh, Seska. I don't mean to offend, but I have to ask..."
"No, I do not always blow up the stove! Sometimes, I screw up the ingredients, especially this one time I made muffins."
"okay." At that moment, Sparx poked his head in.
"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked.
"Besides your funeral plans?" Sapphire snapped. Sparx immediately retreated back to the dining area.
Edited by: Charra Loon at: 7/13/02 8:13:13 pm
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Jon shook his head as he left the Mess Hall and returned to his room. Things certianly had changed in his absense. Upon entering his room, he looked around and did some minor straightening.
Before he knew it there was a light tapping at his door. lancing around one last time, he wipped his hands on a rag and walked to the door, opening it.
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(7/24/02 4:44 pm)
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He closed the door behind her as she entered. "Have a seat... Sorry abot the mess, I haven't gotten everything put away yet." Running a hand through his short cropped silver/gold hair.
"Ah, not a problem. I've seen worse." she said as she sat down on the couch. Instead of sitting back, she sat on the edge rather stiffly.
He took a seat in one of the two chairs, absently crossing his ankle over his knee. He wasn't sure where to begin and it showed.
"soo...." she trailed off, jumping up and moving around some.
"Um.. yeah.. where to begin?"
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(8/21/02 8:18 pm)
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"You're back. Limbo's gotten a bit more dangerous than usual, no new rules and regs to my knowledge, umm...and Chatts finally drove the Governor insane."
"Really?"
"No, but he's getting closer every day."
"Hardy har har."
"Seriously, I have no clue how to explain the impact of emotional attachment I have for you. It's deeper than close friendship, which I am familiar with mostly..."
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(8/21/02 8:40 pm)
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He stood up, blocking the path of her pacing, forcing her to stop within inches of him. Then he reached out slowly, putting a gentle finger to her lips, quieting her rambling.
"Shhhh."
Slowly, giving her plenty of time to move, he leaned in, moving his finger at the last moment and kissing her very gently.
"I missed you," he said quietly.
She gasped and took a step back, hand rising to her tingling lips. "I... I didn't... I wasn't... That's not why I came here."
"I know. But if I've learned one thing in the last two years, it was not to wait for the 'right' moment before saying something. There's never a 'right' moment. There's too soon, and too late. And I'm done with 'too lates.'" He stepped back, giving her a little more room. Seska, Sara I didn't mean to scare you. But I'm not sorry, either. At least now, you know how I feel."
She nodded slowly, as though something had just come to her. "Okay. I understand." Then she was flying at him, kissing him back.
It ended much too soon, but he didn't want to frightening her by expecting too much too soon. He watched her back away, still a little amazed that this had happened at all.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" he asked as she hovered near the door, loathe to leave but afraid to stay.
"I certianly hope so," she replied tartly. "We both still work here, after all." She flashed him a smile, then was gone.
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(8/22/02 8:12 pm)
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When Sapphire got to her quarters, she noticed Chatterbox waiting, with the biggest smirk on his face. "Well," he said. "It's about time you two hooked up." Sapphire just walked over and looked at Chatts.
"Chatterbox," she said. "Were you spying on me?"
"I thought I'd die before I see you get your first kiss, and now look! ¡Mi pequeña muchacha del bebé crecida todo para arriba!" Sapphire picked him up.
"If you so much as breathe a syllable about that to a soul, I--"
"Oh, relax! You know me and important secrets; my beak is sealed."
"For your sake, and Jon's, it better."
"Jon's? Why is he in potential trouble?"
"Chatts, you know that ever since Mon*Star found out who I was, he's been doing everything he can to get me to join him! Hell, he even threatened to tell the universe he was my father, but he doesn't because I'm calling his bluff and I don't care if he acts on it."
"So? What's your point?"
"Even as a SilverHawk, he still expects me to take over the Mob as my inheritance. If he found out I was in love with one of the 'Hawks, especially Quicksilver, whom he hates more than almost anything...I don't know what he'd do."
"Sara, for the umpteen million and second time; you can't spend the rest of your life fearing Mon*Star. If he finds out, he finds out. After all, he loathes Quick for a reason; the reason being he could kick his hairy butt all across Limbo."
"True. Still, I can't help but worry."
"Take the advice of one who knows true amore; take it as slow as you feel. Don't rush into something you'll be uncomfortable with or regret later. And also, mi hija, love is a precious thing. Always remember that and you'll be on the right track."
"You haven't called me your hija since I was eight."
"That's because it was meant for serious advice giving in growing up, and you did that way too fast. Plus, you did ask me to stop, but now I just can't resist."
"I can't blame you, since you were the only real big brother figure I ever had. I'd say father figure, except it would never suit you."
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Lori was worried. Her freind, Terry, had told her that he was all right, but a bit of time had passed since she last spoke with him so she was concerned. She decided to send him another message.
Hey Terry, how's it going? Haven't heard from you in a while and I was wondering how you are doing. I really miss having lunch together and hanging out with you and stuff. I've told my boyfreind, Virgil about you. He said you sound like a pretty awesome guy and he'd love to meet you. You think that might be possible? You me and Virgil hanging out together? You could bring your girlfriend if you like. I have a feeling that's where you went when you left. To go live with your girlfriend. You could have told me. I wouldn't have been jealous. It's not like we were an item, although I do admit I had a little crush on you for a while, but it was just a crush. Besides, I love Virgil. Don't tell him, but I'd like to marry him someday. I'm not sure if he's thinking along the same lines yet, so keep it hush hush. Anyway, if you could get back to me as soon as you can I'd love that. I miss you, Terror Man.
Your friend,
Lorie
Lorie read over her mesage several times before sending it to her friend. She sent it text only just in case he was lving with a woman who may get the wrong idea about them. After resetting her COM station, she laid her robe on her bed and stepped into the shower. For a few moments she just let the steaming water spray over her as she thought. Terry and Lorie had become very close freinds during thier time at the drug rehab center. She didn't know why he had stopped contacting her. Knowing Terry, he probably had a good reason, she just hoped he would get in touch with her to let her know he was ok and doing well.
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