Smoke and Mirrors

Hey, Author here, This chap might be a little dark. Just a P.S.

That was way way way too easy. My badass girlfriend and I were still clutching our weapons, scanning the area to see if there were any more demons hiding. We took another once over, circling the graveyard before we had decided to call it a night. It had only been thirty minutes since we had gotten here and we had already cleared out the place.

Fights were usually quick, especially ones to the death. You no longer had to care about how much force you were using, how lethal your attacks were or whether or not you were going far. I would just stare at their hearts watching, waiting with bated breaths for any slip ups that I could exploit.

Normally, fights to the death ended without the opponent even knowing that they were dead. There would be an, "Uhh", maybe little blood leaking from the mouth as that person's soul left its body going wherever its past deeds sent it whether that be up or down, it did not matter to me.

Batman, some batmen, had been killers. They were the best at what they did, but it was not always right. Most hated killings and only did it because of its necessity. They were the Bruce's that had tried to give people a way out, had invested in Arkham only to watch the Joker or some other crazy individual escape again and another man, woman or child would die. Sometimes he would be there to watch as the Joker stabbed into the stomach of a pregnant woman. He had watched as the Joker had turned to him. That smile. That fucking smile that spread its darkness into the stems of a person's soul and brought them down to the level of a monster. Batman understood it.

In fact, that was why the Joker had always played to his tune because they were two sides of the same coin, two madmen that chose to wield their madness in different ways, one for good and the other for evil.

I could taste it. The screams. The smell of rust in the air. The dead eyes that stared at him, at Batman screaming, "Why did you not end him?"

Batman looked at the dead man. The man's face sliced open, scars that bled into a smile. A very wide smile. The Joker's smile. This had been a new variant of joker gas. The man had giggled himself to death. His tears hadn't even dried and the man's head was resting awkwardly on the bloody wall, body slumped and eyes so wide that you wondered if a human could even have such an expression.

Batman had imagined that he had begged, pleaded. It would haunt him for the rest of his fucking life, a constant reminder that he had failed another one.

Was the Joker really worth it? Did this thing really deserve any retribution?

Each and every single time he had been sent to Arkham, he had been fed three meals a day and had even gotten therapy. He had even managed to fuck that up. Harlene Quinzel. Another one of his victims. A woman that he had tricked into believing that he loved her. Like he was capable of love. She had been pushed into a vat of acid, sent to die and had come out with a fractured mind. Even then, that was not enough. The Joker shot her in the chest. He had slapped her so many times and yet, the woman still crawled back because he was all she had.

Batman turned to see another victim.

hAHAAAhaahAhaha!

aGHAhaHAheAHha!

The man cackled, his right eye twitching. There were needles stuck in his arm, multiple. Batman pulled them out and looked at the tips. They were rusty.

"Shit!"

He tried to clean the wounds but the man used whatever strength he had to fling Batman away. Batman gripped the man's arm and was about to inject the antidote. The man's other hand crushed the needle, letting the liquid fall to the ground and glass shards litter the man's palm.

"Let-HaaHa-Me-Hahahaha-die."

This was Jeremy H. Corvus. A factory worker that had a wife and two kids. From what Batman had gathered from his co-workers and family, he had been a good man and a good father who was just trying his best to take care of the ones he cared about.

That was exactly why the Joker had picked him. He had picked him because he had watched him walking with his kids. He had seen a frown on the man's face and asked, "Why so serious?"

Batman had watched the tape hundreds of times wondering whether there was a rhyme or reason.

Had this man done something to the Joker? No. Had this man been an asshole? No. Did this man try and interfere with one of the Joker's plans? No.

There was no rhyme or reason to his actions, no real push for growth. Nothing. There was just chaos, darkness. Batman had chosen to believe in humanity. He had chosen to believe that everyone deserved a second chance, and if needed, a third chance or a forth chance or a fifth chance and so on.

What had he unleashed with that belief? No. He shook his head watching as the man stopped laughing for a second.

"This is your fault!" The man spat.

The man then proceeded to twist his own neck. His right hand shakily found itself under his chin and his left at the the top of his head. He flexed using all the strength he had. Crunch!

Batman didn't even have time to stop him. He was just dead, gone. His soul leaving his body and hopefully going up. He had suffered enough.

Batman would not cry. Not on the job. He was the dark knight. He had conquered the darkness. Had he? The Joker danced around within its murky waters like it was at home so, had he truly conquered the darkness? He hadn't. He knew he hadn't but this was his path. He wouldn't kill. He would not allow anyone to turn him into a lesser man.

He continued walking down the hallway. A little boy crawled over to him. His eyes held that same widened look. There was fear present but the laughter would not stop. Just make it stop. JUST. MAKE. IT. STOP.

HAaaaHaAHahAHHAHhA

ahAHHAHHhAHHAhAHAH

The boy grasped at the bottom of his feet before biting at them. He bit in, trying to stop the involuntary laughs forced upon him by a maniac that thought this was all a big joke.

Blood began splurting from the boy's mouth as he bit down harder and harder, Batman's leg guard cracking the boy's teeth. The boy began choking.

Batman pulled out another syringe and quickly stabbed it into a vein and then laid the boy on his so that the blood would escape his lips. Gordon was coming soon. He would be able to handle this.

Batman got up from the ground and walked past all the dead bodies.

Maria Lauderstein.

James Bucke

Kete Amaran

Chuck Nancy

He had known all of their names, met with each and every one of their families. They were dead, gone.

Maria had a daughter. She was a tiny little thing. Ever since her mother disappeared. She cried saying, "I want mama." Batman had watched as her father had hugged his daughter saying, "Mom will come home soon." She would come home soon, but it would be without a pulse.

James had an elderly mother who relied on him for care. He would bathe her in the morning, cook her breakfasts, lunch and dinner. He would sit with her watching her favorite show, "New housewives of gotham." When he had disappeared. She'd had a heart attack. She was in a coma right now.

Kete Amaran. A Nigerian immigrant that was sending money to his family back home. He had been studying to become a doctor while working three jobs just to sustain himself. He was smart, very smart. An A plus student that almost had the world on his oyster only for it to be cut short the day before his graduation.

Batman gazed at the skin and bones that was Kete. Severe dehydration. Multiple injection marks that made him look like a drug addict that had shot up one too many times. This wasn't him. It just wasn't. What would his mother say? What would his father say?

It is your fault. You let him kill all these people.

Batman shook his head. It had been the Joker's choice, not his. He had put him in jail. Given him to the law. He had invested millions of dollars into psychiatric care. He had even tried to reach the man within the monster that was obscured by the almost opaque darkness that you would wonder if the Joker ever had a soul to fucking begin with. Nothing had worked. He would keep trying.

Batman continued on.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

hahahahahaahaa

He knew that laugh, that intonation, that high pitched screech that came with each and every giggle.

"Joker!"

He ran as fast as he could towards the scream hallway to hallway, corridor to corridor. His muscles pushed with everything they had. He had to stop this…this mad soliloquy before it became too much for him to bare before anyone got hurt.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be like. He was meant to help people save them from the pains that he had suffered in his youth. Save them from the darkness of Gotham. Why then did it become like this? Why then did that crazed lunatic have to show up and put a knife in everything that he had done. For each person he had saved, ten more died to this monster. He would not let another die. He would not let another person get hurt. Not when he could stop it all. He would send the Joker back to Arkham, he would cure the rest of the captives. He would come out on top like he always did because HE WAS BATMA...….

He opened the door. It made a large screech as the rust metal pecked at the ground as he had slid it open.

BATMAN looked at the sight in front of him. His eyes widened. His hands were shaking.

"Euugghh"

Batman gagged. He dropped to his knees in a loud THUD! The metal floor CLINGING as the full weight of Batman's heavy body fell upon it.

"You're finally here. What took you so long, Batsy?" He laughed.

There was a pregnant woman. Batman inspected her body. Insertion of laughing gas. Stab wounds on her belly and a knife still lodged in. Heaps of blood were on the floor. Her fingers broken. Her face lopsided somewhat bashed in. She laughed. Her eyes had lost any care once her baby was gone.

hAAhhaHhAHhahahhHAhahaHa

HAHahaHhaHAhaHAHahAHAhaHAh

That same fucking laugh.

The woman stared at me somehow still alive.

It is all your fault

She never said it but that look of apathy that held within it so much resentment made him know that she had felt it.

It really was his fault was it not. If not, whose fault was it?

"What have you done," Batman growled.

The Joker smiled almost euphorically, cackling and cackling like an evil villain from some fifties cartoon. He placed his hands on the ground and began smearing the fallen blood on his face.

Batman reeled back. This WAS NOT RIGHT! This wasn't what he had fought so hard for. This was not what he had spent all that time training for. He had done it because he had believed he could make a difference. The Joker ended that.

"I'm just playing our little game, Batsy. Isn't this fun."

He stabbed her stomach again. A pFFF as he stabbed in.

Was this all a game to him? This…this monster had to be put down.

Batman ran up to him and tackled him. That laugh was still there.

"You gonna arrest me?"

Batman punched him. He punched him again and again and again. Batman just kept on punching. He hit him until his teeth were all gone, until he spat out blood, until he couldn't see from those two green orbs and he still kept going, kept smashing down upon this beast, knowing no rest.

"Stop," Gordon shouted, "You'll kill him"

Batman glared pointing at the dead pregnant lady to the side.

Gordon stopped holding him back.

Batman pulled the knife out of the woman's stomach and stabbed it into the Joker's heart slowly making sure to twist the knife so that there wasn't even a smidgen of a chance that this thing could come back.

He pulled out a lighter and a can of pepper spray from his utility belt. He began lighting and spraying until nothing but the Joker's bones were left. Ra's would not be able to bring back this weapon.

He stared up at Gordon.

"Arrest me."

Gordon shook his head tiredly, not even looking at Batman or the bones of the Joker. His eyes were focused on the dead mother in front of him.

"Go"

Fights to the death always ended quickly because the fight did not truly matter. What the fight represented did and in Anne and I's case, every single fight meant freeing a soul from hell or saving one more individual. I thank Anne's blonde hair everyday that I don't ever have to deal with a threat like the Joker, that he only gets to haunt my dreams because if I did, what would he turn me into? Who would I become?

Anne stares at me, her brows wiggling in concern.

"Are you alright?"

I nod as I take a deep quivering breath and drive us to get another set of the orbs of Nezzla'khan. I place a big smile on my face and turn to her.

She watches every movement, noting the shaking and how hard I began gripping the steering wheel.

"See."

I check to see if it is working but she has the same concerned look on her face, the same furrowed brows and the same inquisitive eyes.

"You don't seem to be alright."

"Batman's memories. Bad shit."

She nods and places her hands on my thigh making me shudder in the light. The warmth helped me stay afloat in a sea of darkness.

"You can have me, you know. When you're having those bad dreams and memories. Remember that I am here. Don't just go into yourself and leave me alone. I need you too."

Her hand grips my thigh harder before it relaxes itself.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop with that shit. Promise me that you'll wake me up when you are having your nightmares so I can soothe them and that you'll just hold me as tight as tight as you wish. I love you Andrew. I want to be with you. I know you want to be with me. You are a great fucking person. You try to help everyone in your path but don't let it destroy you. I saw you that day, with Xander. You just smiled and shrugged it off like it was nothing. You could have bled out for god's sake. Promise me Andrew that if things become too much you'll run to me, that you'll run to your family."

I did not know that she felt this way or maybe I did and I just did not want to see it.

I stared into her raining thunderclouds that had just spewed lightning upon me. She stared at me right in my two orbs expectantly.

I could never say no to her. She knew too much, cared so much that if I did, it would be a disservice to me and to the warmth that she held. I would not hide anything from her. I guess that omission counted as hiding. I had not thought about it that way before. Huh.

I continued staring for a while longer before nodding.

"Ok."

She did not stop there.

"Say it!"

"I promise that I will come to you guys if I ever need help."

She smiled, breathing in a sigh of relief and exhaling with the next push.

"Good."

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. It was a little thing but it made my insides all warm and gooey like the marshmallow on a stick that I had had on a camping trip with my dad so many years ago.

I turned to Anne, the girl I love and would hopefully marry once we had done a bit more of this whole saving the world thing.

I turned to her, looking away from the road for a tiny bit. It wasn't but this was late night Sunnydale, no one would be on the fucking road to complain.

I stared into her soul and smiled as it stared back at mine.

"I really do love you y'know."

I kissed her on the lips. Her eyes closed as I pulled back and returned to the road.

She stared up at me. Her thunderclouds now shining with a silver gleam.

"Thanks for reminding me that there are people around me who care."

We had reached our destination.

We were in the middle of nowhere. There was just fields of grass as far as the eye could see.

"We are here!" I shout.

Anne stared confused at what was going on. She looked around.

"Aren't we here to get the Orbs of Nezz whatever?"

I smiled mischieviously.

"It's Nezzla'khan not Nezz whate-"

"Oh shut up Hermione. Why are we here?"

"The orbs can't be found through normal means, only magical ones. They are here though. You just can't see it."

Oh Hecate, God of magic.

Show us the Way, the Path.

Oh Hecate, God of crossroads.

Reveal what has been hidden.

The land changed and a cave revealed itself. Anne stared in shock. I just smirk.

"Cool right?"

A nezzla demon ran out of the cave and I threw a wood-arang at its eye before pulling out my gun with armor piercing rounds and killing the thing. Nezzla's were not good demons anyways. They ate humans.

Another one came out and I shot it too.

Anne just stared.

"Not gonna leave any for me?"

I chuckle.

I snapped my fingers and the skin was now on us. I made sure we didn't have our sense of smell.

"Ewww! Is this your idea of a joke?"

"It is protected by a magical barrier that does not allow a person to enter if they do not wear the armor or skin of a nezzla demon."

She nods.

"It is still disgusting."

"I removed our sense of smell so we should be good. Once we get back, you can take a looong bath."

She smiles at the idea.

"Let's go in!"

I nod and follow after my girlfriend who's rushing in blindly right now. I sigh. Luckily, I had been through this once plus she had her own set of orbs so she was pretty much invincible. Slayer Strength times something that made a person stronger than the slay was very powerful. She could probably impale Kakistos's bulbous ass right now.

We walked in. No demon noticed us as we snuck through and got the second pair of orbs. She passed them to me and placed them in my spatial pouch and ran out of there.

"Is that it?"

I nod.

"Did you want some demon army to chase us out of there as we ran away like indiana jones?"

"Personally, I wanted to channel my inner lara croft," She whined.

"I thought that you didn't like vide-"

"Every boy talked about it back in cleveland. It was apparently the shit.

I snap away the disgusting armors and snap again to rid ourselves of the dirt before bringing back our sense of smell.

Anne stared down at the dead demon skin on the ground.

"Euugghh," She shivered.

I snapped my fingers and they burnt to nothingness. There was no trace that anything had happened. No sign of a cave or dead demons, only a green field and did I meantion our nice as fuck mustang?

"Let's go."

She nods.

"I need a long bath."

We soon get to the house and have a bath. I made sure that it was bubbly and had petals floating atop it. Anne smiled.

"Thanks."

I dropped on my bed and hoped that Morpheus would not send me any nightmares tonight.

I woke up to a knock on the door. I groaned as I hobbled out of bed and walked to the door.

"He's here."

I looked at Xander Lavelle Harris confused.

"Who's here?"

"Giles."

Oh, yeah, I did tell him to meet me tomorrow. I looked at the time, it was 5 p.m. Anne and I really need to stop being such night dwellers.

"Tell him that I'll be down in a sec."

Xan nods and whistles his way down the stairs.

I turn to see Anne rubbing her eyes, wide awake and staring.

"What's up," She mutters.

"Giles is here."

"We've got to change!" She shouts rushing to the closet.

I snap my fingers and we're in clean clothes. She's wearing a black sleeveless top and cargo pants. I'm wearing a white shit with a black denim jacket and some blue jeans.

"Like it?"

She nods.

"That's convenient."

"Let's go then," I smile.

We walk down the stairs to see Giles sitting on the couch. His face holding a serious look.

"What's up G-man."

I take a seat as does Anne.

He sighs.

"Sorry about the whole…Faith situation," He sighs.

I can feel a wave of tiredness washing over him.

"It's fine."

"No it is not! She killed a man while she was lust in her battlelust and you had to deal with the consequences."

Any smile leaves my face.

"I'm sure you know what no man's land is."

He nods.

"If a civilian ran into no man's land would they have survived?"

He shakes his head.

"Most likely not," he replies.

"Faith and your Buffy were fighting a group of vampires and this man went into no man's land. Do you get what I'm putting down?"

He nods. Realization dawned upon him.

"It doesn't matter whether or not Faith was too absorbed in the battle. Any normal human being should not enter into the crossfire."

"My apologies."

"Apologize to Faith. She's probably upstairs hiding from you right now because she fears that you'll judge her. Her fears wouldn't be wrong as you did just that when your Buffy literally let Angelus go multiple times by the way instead of ending him. He killed a lotta people and tortured you."

I placed my finger on his heart and then smiled.

"Now, what were you here for?"

Giles just looked shaken. He was a good man that just needed someone to wake him up from his unknown complacency. He had after all come out of the Watchers, an organization that refused to modernize how slayer's operated and continued with archaic and cruel tests like the cruciamentum.

I could not blame him. In fact, I was happy with how much Buffy had helped him grow just by getting closer with him. It was good to see that his heart was in the right place even though it took him to bad ends at times.

We were humans, we made mistakes.

"Buffy wants to meet you. She heard about you through Wesley after the whole council secret operatives scandal. I'm very sorry for that by the way. Wesley has been fired."

That was good. I had planned to meet Buffy anyways. Anne wanted to see who was better in a fight. She knew it was probably her but she had wanted to test her mettle against the girl that had beaten the Master.

"That's cool. What about the Mayor?"

"We've heard about the ascension but we don't know what that means."

I sigh. I thought they had found out already.

"The mayor made a deal with a demon for immortality in exchange for creating a town where demons could freely eat humans. Sunnydale was what became of this town. The ascension is a ritual that would make him the embodiment of an Old One known as Olivikan, a large serpent-like being that could cause untold amounts of destruction if not dealt with."

Giles's eyes widen.

"This is serious, very serious. What do we do?"

I smirk.

"There are many ways to take him down. We could capture the mayor and look for ways to end him for good or we could let him transform and once his deal with the demon breaks, we blow him up."

"Both aren't ideal," Giles sighs.

"Is Buffy okay with killing?"

He looks down and sighs, removing his glasses. He begins wiping down the already clean glasses. I assumed that it was a reflex.

"Not after…the incident."

I sigh.

"We have time."

He nods and looks up the stairs.

"May I-"

"Last door at the end of the hallway. Yes you may."

I watch as Giles walks up the hallway and I smile. I turned to Xander.

"How'd it go with cordy?"

He smiled, scratching the back of his head.

That already told me all I that I needed to know. That's my boy.

"Good."

"Give me the deets," Anne joined in.

"Shouldn't we focus on the whole giant monster thing?"

"Psssh, that's tomorrow's problem," I answer.

He nods.

"She's giving me another chance. But, if I fuck up, then its done done."

"Then just don't fuck up."

He twiddled his thumbs.

"You afraid?"

"Wills won't even talk to me anymore. She was my best friend y'know. I'm happy that Cordy's back but what if I end up like my dad, pushing everyone away and becoming a drunk?"

He bronze eyes, shining.

"That's a loaded question, other me."

Alex walks down the stairs.

"That's up to you. You cheated. Wills cheated with you. That friendship might always have that stain on it. That's cool. Just don't fuck up your other relationships. It's as simple as that Xan. Tony drank his sorrows away into a fucking bottle. Man up and face your mistakes. Can you do that?"

Alex stares into his doppleganger's soul. He holds it for a while letting the kid know that he can see him. He was him. He was an afraid man who had no belief in himself. Now though, now, he had Rose and she made sure that he stood with his back straight. He would not disappoint her.

Xan stared back unflinchingly.

"I can. I might have fucked up once but I won't fuck up again."

Alex ruffled Xan's head.

"Just keep your dick in your pants," Alex smirked.

"You should listen to your own advice," Xan smirked.

"That's love that you're hearing Xan."

"Nah it's just two do-hey! What was that…"

Xan gets elbowed by Alex and looks up to see Rose coming down the stairs.

"Y'know that I can still hear the both of you right?"

"H-how?" Xan asks.

"Vamp ears. No twinkies for dessert."

Alex glares at Xan.

"See what you've gone and done."

Vamps didn't need to eat any food but Alex was a certified twinkie addict. He would snort those bitches like they were crack cocaine. I remember one time seeing fifteen twinkies on the table disappear in a manner of literally moments. It was shocking.

"You started it," Xan retorted.

He stuck out his tongue and Rose sighed.

"You guys are like children."

"I'm your little child my favorite groomer," Alex smirked.

"Don't even start with that!"

Rose shut that shit down as quickly as she possibly could. She glares at Alex.

Giles and Faith walked down the stairs.

Faith looked a lot brighter. It would seem as if everything had gone pretty fucking good.

"Evenin' Faith," Xan smiles.

"Evenin' Hands-"

"Don't even start with that shit. He's a taken man," Alex smiles

Xan mouths 'thanks.'

Faith nods.

"Do you all want to meet Buffy now?" Giles asks, looking at the time.

I stare up at the clock. It's 6 p.m.

"You guys ready," I ask.

They nod.

Anne turns to Giles.

"Where are we going?"

"Sunnydale high."

I nod.

"Let's go then."

Giles enters his car.

"We'll meet you there."

He nods and drives off.

We all enter the mustang. It was a tight fit.

"Could you speed there Alex? There aren't enough seat hun," Wills tries.

"Why can't yo-"

"I'll let you have twinkies for dessert."

He was off before anyone could say anything else.

"Let's go."

Rose, Faith and Xan quickly enter the car. Anne is already sitting next to me in the front. We drove off to the school. Cause we're off to see the Slayer. The wonderful slayer of oz.

It takes a few minutes to get there. We see Giles waiting by his car. Alex is with him.

Giles sees us and waves. He leads us into the school and finally into the library. We see Willow, Buffy, Oz and Cordelia waiting there for us.

They just stare at us before Cordelia Chase speaks up.

"Why are there two Xan's?"

Buffy glares with squinted eyes. Her hands reaching for her stake.

"Giles! Xander! Get away from them. They've stolen our faces."

"Buffy! Wait."

I turned to Anne.

"You've got this?"

She smiled.

"I've got this."

Buffy runs up to Giles. Anne blocks her.

"Hey there, I'm Buffy Anne Summers, the slay-"

"Liar!" Buffy screams.

She throws a right which Anne dodges.

"Not bad, twin."

Buffy pauses for a sec.

"Is that the excuse you are going with?"

Buffy puts her stake back in her pocket and bring both her hands up. She enters into a boxing stance.

"Come at me bitch."

Anne just calmly smiles and runs at Buffy. She feints a jab. Buffy dodges it and her face meets the very real left hook. It doesn't seem to evan faze her. She goes in for a front kick but Anne catches her leg. Buffy headbutts Anne. Anne just stares back at her, unfazed. They are about to continue.

"Buffy!" Giles shouts.

He stares at Buffy angrily.

"Calm down! For Her Majesty's sake. Goddammit!"

Buffy stops ans stares at Giles for a while. Her guard still up.

"Buff, let them explain."

She sighs.

"Fine! But I don't trust any of them, especially her," Buffy growls.

She glares at Faith. Rose blocks Faith from Buffy's gaze.

Like bitch, wasn't it you that threw the guy to Faith? Where's the accountability? I guess that she's a fucking kid but damn. I would have felt so bad if I had done it. We all process shit differently and if that's the way that she rolled. Then that was the way that she fucking ruled.

"Who are you people? Why do you look like us,"

"Yeah," Willow spoke up for the first time.

Anne smirks.

"We are the you's of another reality that broke apart. We came here to help," Anne answers.

"You have any proof?" Buffy asks.

"Ask Anya. She was the demon who turned this one to that one."

"The new girl?" Cordelia asks.

We nod.

"Why is every new person that comes to this town a weirdo?"

I shrug.

"If that reality broke apart then how are you here?" Buffy asks

They all turned and pointed at me.

"He got us out."

"How?" Willow inquires.

Rose smiles.

"Oh! Just a bit of dimensional magic. Nothing special or anything."

Willow's eyes gleam.

"Could you teach me?"

She looks into my eyes giving me the puppy dog treatment. Luckily, I had seen what she would become and until she learned that magic was not a game, I would not teach her shit.

"So you guys are just a bunch of grifters?" Oz says

"Yup."

"Why are you here?" Buffy asks.

"You're the one that wanted to meet us. Trust me, I tried to hold this meeting off as long as humanly possible Mrs. Summers" I smile cordially.

Don't insult our dark slayer bitch.

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