Trials & Tribulations

[Edited July 24, 2022]

"Mr. di Angelo," A voice echoed around the forum, "so nice of you to join us." Nico looked around at the assembled soldiers before he spotted Reyna. She stood on a small raised stage at the front of the assembly, and the senior officers of each of the cohorts stood in front of the platform. Each centurion held a scroll and was dressed in war regalia. Dakota seemed to have been reading from his scroll before Nico had interrupted. Whatever this event was supposed to be, Nico was sure that it wasn't supposed to be interrupted.

"Yes, well this isn't exactly where I wanted to land." The son of Hades frowned at the pitiful shadow he had managed to come in through. He had been picturing Pluto's temple when he stepped through the shadows.

"No, I'd imagine not." She gave the demigod a once over, "continue with the roll." She ordered. Nico gratefully moved out of the center of the room as the names were called.

"Levesque!" Dakota continued.

"Here!" Hazel shouted weakly. She had volume but not enthusiasm.

"McKinley!"

"Infirmary." Someone replied among the crowd.

"Right, I forgot." Dakota continued on with the roll call and Nico examined the soldiers. They were all so disciplined. Militaristic. They were ruled by firmness, fear, and pride. They would be a formidable enemy should the Greeks ever have to face them in battle.

Their weapons were different too. The shape of the swords was more uniform than the Greek's, many of whom didn't prefer to use swords at all. They were designed for stabbing, not slashing. Many more people used spears. Still, no one used guns, probably since they were so impractical in a battle. It wasn't just their weaponry that was different, either. Their armor was more classy and stylish than greek armor as well. Greek armor tended to have a look of use to it while Roman armor shone brightly.

As he scanned the crowd, Nico noticed that there was a new face on the sidelines today. He was young, or at least young-looking. He seemed to be Asian and the buzz cut didn't help him to look older. He watched on with interest and also wariness. It was easy to be intimidated by the mass of soldiers in the arena. he almost felt sorry for the boy. Clearly, he felt out of place amongst some of these lifelong soldiers.

After the roll, the soldiers were dismissed to training exercises. Nico was going to try to catch Hazel really quickly before she left, but Reyna cut him off before he could get to her.

"Nico. I would like to speak with you." She said formally. There were a few curious looks that came from her troops as they passed, but no one dared let their interest become obvious. Her tone didn't leave room for debate so the demigod agreed following her out of earshot of her soldiers. Nico expected to pause once out of range but Reyna wanted to walk and talk. Whatever was on her mind, Nico could tell that she was troubled by it. Her naturally pretty face could be very unpleasant when she was worried. Worry lines creased her forehead and her lips paled with the pressure of being pursed together.

" Is everything alright?" Nico pressed. Reyna ignored his question as if he hadn't spoken.

"Tell me, in your travels, have you ever come across demigods in orange shirts?" He was caught off guard by the question and he had to cover his fear with surprise.

"That's an odd question," Nico replied, biding for a little time.

"Have you?" She pressed. The son of Hades sighed and pretended to consider her question. He had to measure his words carefully.

"I have seen a few demigods in Elysium wearing orange shirts, I suppose. I've never given it too much thought. Why do you ask?" He had to be careful not to give too much away. He needed to know what she knew to determine what he could and couldn't say. His heart was pounding so hard he worried she could see his elevated pulse in the veins on his neck. If she could, she gave no indication.

"I had a dream last night. Within it, I saw a group of demigods. They all wore bright orange shirts. I thought maybe there was some significance." She eyed him carefully, gauging his reaction. He knew that she didn't trust him, at least not entirely. She was cautious and smart, which made her a serious threat.

"Do you think it has something to do with Jason?" Nico diverted her attention, "Could these demigods have been the ones that took him?" Nico knew what the implications might be if Reyna were to take this idea and run with it, but he decided to take his chances.

"I would bet on it. Jason was among them." Nico raised his eyebrows. What a very un-subtle dream. Reyna seemed to think about mentioning something else but she thought better of it. Instead, she led the way into the city.

"Was he wearing an orange shirt?" Nico asked.

"He seemed to be, yes." She frowned as if this troubled her.

"Then maybe they didn't take him. Maybe he's cooperating with them. Maybe they found him." Nico suggested, hoping she'd prefer this line of thought. It would be beneficial if they were to meet that she didn't already see the demigods in orange shirts as threats.

"Jason would not cooperate with demigods he didn't know unless he had a very good reason. He's too well-trained to just switch sides on a whim," Reyna reasoned. This wasn't the direction Nico had wanted this conversation to go.

"You think they took Jason?" If she had seen Jason with them, Nico needed to do damage control. He couldn't have Reyna make the assumption that they kidnapped Jason and do something brash that started WW3. They had to wait to continue the conversation as they passed a blacksmith's forge. A large burly man was pounding away at a glowing red hunk of metal, drowning out the noise of the street.

"I don't know what to think. He didn't seem to be a prisoner, but I know that Jason wouldn't have just left without a fight. There has to be something that I'm missing!" She started again as they got out of earshot of the smith's shop.

"And there's no chance that he deserted?" Nico stated it as a question but his tone reflected what they both knew. Jason wasn't that type of person.

"Not Jason." Reyna's voice cracked but she quickly cleared her throat. Nico chose to ignore the moment of weakness as a courtesy, soldier to soldier.

"Well, if your dream is correct, then he's alive at least." The son of Hades tried pressing the optimistic angle. It wasn't his strong suit, but he figured that Reyna needed to hold on to the facts right now. She wasn't one for false hope and speculation.

"Yes, that is true I suppose. It's just... several years ago..." Reyna seemed to change her mind about telling him.

"Nevermind. It's probably nothing."

"No, no. I'll check it out. I'll go to the Underworld in search of demigods in orange shirts and see what they know. Just, don't get your hopes up." Nico assured her. This would buy him a little more time to come up with something to tell her about the demigods in orange. They lapsed into a comfortable silence for about a block while Reyna seemed to be considering something else.

"Tell me, what do you know of the Greek Gods?" She asked suddenly. Nico dodged a passerby who wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He frowned at the question. Not only was she getting uncomfortably close to the truth, but it was a very sudden subject change. Nico cleared his throat before he spoke. He was unsure how much he could say before it became too much. Reyna was not someone He could afford to underestimate.

"I know some. I would sometimes read the stories in the Underworld in my free time. Pluto has an extensive library. Why?"

"I can't shake the feeling that they're out there. If there are Roman demigods, why not Greek?" She looked over the water of the little Tiber, where they had managed to end up. Nico had started to wonder if she had even had a destination in mind or if they had just been wandering aimlessly around the city.

"I suppose I had never really considered the possibility. I guess, I always thought... If they do exist, where are they now?"

Reyna nodded in agreement, "That seems to be the million-dollar question. Where could they be? Why do we not come across them?" The praetor leaned up against a railing overlooking the water.

"What do you think would happen if they were to meet?" He baited her. Since she was in a position of power, her response would speak volumes about how the upcoming meeting would go.

"Hypothetically?" She glanced at him questioningly. She wasn't want to dwell on hypotheticals. She was only interested in truths and facts.

"Humor me." He pressed with a playful smile. He didn't want her thinking he was serious. This was merely a philosophical question.

"I'd like to think that we could talk things out peacefully. However, The Romans and Greeks have always been enemies. Something happened back in the ancient days that tore the two apart. Something that completely wiped out the Greeks. If the Greeks were still around and remembered what that was... there's no telling whether or not they would hold a grudge." Reyna reasoned. Nico eyed her with newfound respect. Every time he thought he knew what she was thinking, she would remind him that she had at least a decade's worth of knowledge and experience from her predecessors on her shoulders.

"And you think that maybe they weren't wiped out by this event?"

"An event so bad that wiped out an entire army? An entire pantheon? And the Romans, who were excellent record keepers, can't even remember what it was? It seems a little far-fetched for me," She admitted.

"That's fair." Nico nodded. He could tell that she had thought about this for a long time. She was just using him to bounce ideas off of. He was grateful for the trust she had in him. It was a rare occurrence.

"Do you know what the event was? Do the dead talk about it?" Reyna leaned on the edge of the bridge, her braid fell over her shoulder.

"It has something to do with Minerva, I think. Most of the dead who know anything about it have long since faded or have gone insane." Nico leaned with his back on the bridge next to her, watching people go about their business.

"We have gathered as much." Reyna agreed though she didn't elaborate.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you more," he apologized.

"No apology needed. I appreciate all you have done for this camp. Maybe one day you'll decide to stay." She offered. The Greek gave her a warm smile but he knew he would never accept. This place was not his home.

"As appealing as that is, I am not that good with the living. I prefer the dead for company." Reyna nodded in acceptance. She had probably expected that response.

"I presume you wish to speak with Hazel?" Reyna asked, straightening again. He nodded in confirmation.

"Very well. Feel free to wait for her in the fields of Mars." Reyna moved off through the village towards the agora. She had not waited for a response. Nico allowed himself to stay on the bridge staring at the water for a little longer before heading back the way they had come. It was a nice day and the sun warmed him through his aviator jacket. The ghosts still popped in and out of existence as he passed, but people were starting to get used to it. They were an adaptable group.

On his way there he saw the Asian kid in what seemed to be an armory. Well, he was on the floor of the armory, having knocked over an entire shelf of swords. He kind of reminded Nico of Tim if Tim were more clumsy. Tim when he was sleep deprived and Alfred had cut him off his coffee. It seemed like his superior was muttering curses under his breath while the boy apologized. As he moved to pick up the swords Nico caught sight of the probatio badge. That explained a lot.

"You'd trip over an ant if it was in your path, Zhang." The smith muttered. Nico didn't linger to watch the rest of the scene. The poor guy was having a rough time. He could definitely relate. Nico may not have been clumsy, but he was certainly not the easiest recruit. All the questions, the running commentary, the drama. He was surprised the other campers didn't strangle him. Even he would have strangled himself.

Nico made it to the field and was able to watch the last half hour of training. All the movements were carefully structured. Each order to the group exactly what to do. When the army worked on a specific set it was almost mesmerizing to see it carried out. The Greeks would never have that much order. It was hard to say which strategy was better. Teamwork or maneuverability? Precision or frenzy. Focused or spread out?

Nico preferred the Greek way, but the Roman way certainly had its merits.

"Nico!" Hazel shouted, running up to him after the drill.

"Hey," he smiled. It felt good to see her looking so alive. If he didn't know better, he never would have known that she was a returner. Her skin was glowing and her eyes sparkled.

"What did you drop by for?" He shook his head. He had come to say a kind of goodbye in case he wasn't able to later, but it would seem like he would be back here sooner than he had thought.

"Nothing in particular. I just felt like checking in on you. Hey, who is that Zhang boy?"

"Frank? He just got here within the last few days. What about him?" Hazel tucked her helmet under her arm.

"I just saw him in the armory he'd knocked some things over." Hazel winced empathetically, "who is his parent?"

"We're not sure," she shrugged.

"Hmm. Well, tell me about you. How has the legion been treating you?"

"It's hard, trying to satisfy them. I'm also worried about my curse." She looked like she wanted to elaborate but she decided not to.

"Have you worked on controlling it at all?" Hazel shook her head.

"I have hardly found the time to be alone." Nico couldn't say he was surprised. The camp was constantly crawling with people.

"That's ok. You'll just have to practice whenever you can." With whatever it was that was coming, she would certainly need those skills. Hazel gestured down the hillside and they started off towards the town. Nico wished she had just wanted to sit in the field. His feet ached. After a long walk almost in silence, Hazel stopped him by a fountain.

"Nico, what is father like?" Hazel asked suddenly. Nico frowned in confusion. He almost told her that he had never met Pluto but he caught himself.

"I'd like to believe he cares, in his own way. He's stern, a little overbearing, and hard to please. At least, that's how he is around me. He prefers daughters." He told her.

"He does?"

"Yes, he preferred Bianca over me." Nico reminded her. We had had a brief conversation about Bianca before, He thought Hazel may have been a little jealous. Maybe jealous wasn't the right word. Maybe she was more, melancholy?

"Oh." She said shortly. Her golden eyes fixed on the floor and he regretted bringing his other sister up.

"Hazel," he leaned forward so as to not be overheard, "he loves you, just in his own way. I'm sure he'd meet you if he were able to, after all, Olympus is closed and the dead are returning. He has a lot ot worry about right now. Give him time," he assured her. He didn't know why he was bothering, it wasn't like Hades had told him specifically that he would someday like to see Hazel. He'd just said what he had hoped to be true. What they both hoped was true.

"Thanks, Nico. I hope you're right, Nico gave her a small smile.

"I'm afraid I've spent more time here than I had intended. I really must be going. Don't worry, though. Reyna has given me a task to complete and I will see you again when I come to report." The son of Hades assured her, gently squeezing her shoulder. Hazel decided to do him one better and pulled him into a hug. Nico didn't know what to do for a moment but then he remembered that the proper response would be to return the hug.

"Be careful, ok Nico? Promise me?" She pleaded once she had let go.

"I promise to try my best. That's the best I can offer." Hazel nodded in acceptance before she started back towards the barracks. Neither of them had ever been big on goodbyes.

Nico pictured the manor in his mind and stepped through the shadows. Instead of landing in Wayne Manor, he found himself in the woods. When he landed in the complete darkness he was so disoriented that he had no idea where was or which way was towards the manor.

He would normally be angry at himself for failing two just in a row, but something told him that he had been pulled off course. Nico looked around as well as he could and he noticed smoke coming through the trees. Nico had nothing else to tell direction by so he decided to carefully make his way towards the light. Hopefully, it would lead to human life and not cannibals, cyclops, etc.

Nico moved through the trees as quietly as he could. There were a lot of leaves and sticks on the ground, making it very difficult. As he followed the smoke he could tell that it came from a campfire.

"How can I understand you?" A familiar voice came from the bushes ahead of him. It was Percy's voice. He resisted the urge to run towards the voice and instead made his way carefully forward.

"What is it?" He asked whoever he was with. There was no verbal response that he could hear. Nico cloaked himself in shadows, absolutely wrapping himself up in them. The light of the fire would be the enemy now. All of his instincts were telling him that he shouldn't be there but he couldn't leave without seeing his cousin. Percy was right in front of him. He'd never forgive himself if he left him in danger.

Nico pushed forward slowly and approached the ring of bushes. He could tell the fire was on the other side as the leaves glowed in the light. He crouched to peek through a gap in the bushes and had to bite his tongue to keep quiet. Percy was sitting and stoking a campfire while massive wolves lay around the camp. The largest wolf was seated right next to Percy's shoulder. Nico was willing to bet that that was Lupa herself. This was not a place he wanted to be. These were the trials.

"Do you know how I got here?" Percy asked Lupa. The wolf twitched her ears and looked at him. The knowledge seemed to just magically pass between the two. It was really quite a sight to behold.

"I was asleep for how long?" He asked incredulously. So that was how we couldn't find him, he must have been in a deep sleep. Maybe even comatose.

"Months? Jesus!" He exclaimed. I wrinkled my nose at that expression. We didn't really talk about Jesus at camp. I supposed he was real, Chiron had never said he wasn't, but it wasn't really discussed either.

"What? It makes about as much sense as you being Lupa." He pointed out. The wolf gave a short growl, possibly as a form of protest

"I still don't understand how I know what you're saying. Especially since you aren't really saying anything." Percy moved on to the next subject without completing the thought.

"Magic, magic, magic. Why is that not surprising?" The wolf gave some response.

"No, really?" Percy said, his voice absolutely dripping in sarcasm, "I thought not remembering anything was normal!" He threw the stick into the fire, and a plume of embers shot into the sky. The wolf growled warningly.

"Whatever," Percy replied. He stood up to find another stick. Nico didn't know how he managed to survive this long. He always acted like an angry, sarcastic teen. By all rights, a god or supreme being should have toasted him by now. Nico, on the other hand, smiled in spite of himself. He was just pleased to see that his cousin was still as sassy as ever. That at least meant that he was ok. Now Nico knew exactly where to find him.

"When do you think I'll be done here?" Percy got a response and nodded but that didn't help him. Nico couldn't speak wolf.

"Where do I go to get there?" He asked.

"What do you mean I'll know? Could you be any more cryptic?" Percy fell backward off the log he was perched on dramatically, sprawling out on his back. Nico stifled a laugh. Even in this situation, he was able to be theatrical.

Nico would have liked to have stayed but he knew that he had to be getting out of here before the wolves picked up on his scent. Percy was safe for now and he could relax. Nico made his way back away from the fire and tried to shadow travel back to the manor. With any luck, he'd actually make it this time.

This time he came out of the darkness into the living room, where it seemed like a family meeting was being held. He would be willing to bet it was about him, seeing as they didn't wait for him to start it. Lovely.

"Nice of you to drop in." Bruce crossed his arms over his chest.

"That's the second time someone has said that to me tonight. Well, not exactly the same, but the sentiment was there." He found it kinda funny. Nico liked coincidences.

"Where were you this time?" Dick cut in.

"Somewhere in California mostly. Then Sonoma specifically. Also Long Island for a little bit." He couldn't afford to get too specific.

"You sure can get around," Jason commented. Nico didn't dignify this with a response.

"Things are starting to happen. I'm going to have to leave more often now. I have a war to prevent, a mission to complete, and a friend to protect." He warned them. These were things that he couldn't ignore. This was too important to just overlook. He figured the others had told Bruce what had really been going on by then, that's probably what prompted the meeting in the first place.

"What else aren't you telling us. I feel like this entire time you've been with us has just been one secret after another. We're your family now. You can trust us." Damian leaned forward in his seat.

"I've told you guys pretty much everything. It's all out in the open now. Which is more than I can say for you guys. Or do you expect me to believe that you don't keep secrets from me?" He raised an eyebrow at the younger boy. Then he made an expansive gesture to include the entire family, "all of you?" No one answered.

"I didn't tell you because I was at a critical point in those missions and I didn't know what was and wasn't safe to share. I was protecting myself, isn't that what you would want me to be doing?" Nico pointed out.

"but it's not just about the secrets, Nico. The fact of the matter is that if we had known about what you were going through, we could have been helping you prepare, been ready to act as an extraction team in case something went wrong, and we would have had your back. Instead, you kept us at arm's length even though you know we have experience with the supernatural." Bruce cut in.

That may be true but I don't see what difference that makes now. It wasn't safe to tell you then and that's all there is to it. Besides, I'm not as helpless as you think I am."  He may not have vigilante experience, but he'd been fighting for his life for as long as he could remember. Granted, that was only a few years at best.

"You may not be helpless, but you are still not up to par with the others. It's not your fault, that's not what I m trying to say. They just have more experience." Bruce sat down in his armchair.

"Yeah. And my cousin defeated Ares the god of war at 12 years old. Experience isn't everything." He pointed out.

"You can't just rely on your powers." Dick pointed out.

"When have you ever seen me rely on my powers? You haven't even seen me use my powers in battle. All you guys have seen me do is shadow travel. I haven't needed them against you to hold my own," he countered angrily. Again there was silence.

"Then maybe you think you are ready to go on patrol?" Bruce challenged. That wasn't fair and he knew it.

"That is not what I said. Your fighting is an entirely different type of fighting. I can handle my mythological threats just fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I have survived on my own since I was 10. With monsters trying to eat me, a titan trying to recruit me and tear down the pantheon, an evil mentor that sold me to said titan, the labyrinth that turns many insane, and so much more that you don't even know about. Stuff that your mortal brain wouldn't understand." He knew that last bit wasn't fair, but he was angered beyond belief. They thought he was still a child, incapable of taking care of himself.

"Nico..." Bruce was about to put his argument down and he didn't want to hear it.

"I'm going to go for a walk," Nico said leaving the room.

"What if something happens?" Bruce called.

"Then I guess I'll just have to rely on my powers! Because clearly all those training sessions have been for nothing and I don't know how to fight or anything," he called back sarcastically. As he was leaving, Alfred handed him his backpack. He frowned at him in confusion.

"You might want to change into your uniform, Master Nico. People will be less likely to bother you. Do try and stay out of trouble." Nico nodded gratefully. He slung the backpack on his back and then shadow traveled to the mausoleum to change.

Walking out in the open in the Ghost uniform was very liberating. The anonymity made him feel free. Nico walked all through town, hiding in the shadows when he had to and making short shadow jumps every once in a while. It was nice to be the 'fly on the wall' sometimes. He was careful, checking to see if anyone was following him using the reflections on car windshields and the windows of businesses that had closed for the night. He listened for footprints and took note of cars that passed to see if they circled back. He wasn't taking the main walkways, so he wasn't too worried about people seeing him.

When he had finally cooled down, about two hours later, Nico started to make his way back home. It would be the perfect time to go back because all the others would be on patrol and Alfred would be the only one at home. He wouldn't have to worry about having another frustrating conversation that night. The son of Hades started to make for the manor, going by the rooftops just as his brothers always did.

He'd been trained in parkour, though he'd never gotten the chance to do freerunning without any safety nets. This may be the only chance he would get so he took advantage of it, leaving the gaps between buildings like they didn't exist, tucking himself into tight rolls to disperse his momentum as he landed. It was as close to flying as he had ever felt since the day he'd used Daedalus' wings. 

Ghost ran over the rooftops at his top speed, knowing that any mistake would send him hurtling to the ground below and that it would be a while before anyone realized what had happened. It was exhilarating. He needed this. He needed to prove to himself that he could keep up with the others, even if it was just in this one skill. 

Though he was going fast and was mainly focused on his next landing, Nico didn't allow himself to become distracted from what was going on below him. He'd been going so fast he'd almost missed the soft blue light that illuminated a bush in the park across the street from the building he'd found himself perched on. Cautiously, he lowered himself to the ground with his grappling hook that was attached to his belt and went to investigate.

 Once in the park, he found a strange sight. It seemed that the Young Justice team had a mission here in Gotham. They were crouched in an abandoned park looking over some sort of holographic map. There were several things that stood out to him about this, one being that supers typically weren't allowed in Batman's city. What brought them to Gotham?

"I hear something." Superboy warned, "somebody is watching us." Seeing no other option, he walked over to them.

"That would be me," Ghost said stepping into the circle of light.

"Ghost?" Artemis asked as she peeked around Superboy to get a look.

"Yep. I was out for a walk. What are you all doing in the bat's city? I thought he didn't like supers in Gotham?"

"Normally he doesn't," came a familiar voice. It was Red Robin. Nico pursed his lips but decided to try and keep it professional. He knew better than to let his emotions get in the way of his job.

"I'm sensing the tension." Megan looked between us. It wasn't because of her powers, she was actually just using the human expression.

"You could say that." Ghost admitted. He didn't elaborate. The others didn't need to watch them air out their frustrations on each other.

"Let's not get into this now." Red Robin stepped in.

"Whatever you say," the consultant agreed.

"What are you doing out here?" Superboy asked gruffly.

"If you remember, I live around here. Y'all are the ones who are trespassing. Anyway, I got in an argument with a... friend so I went for a walk," the demigod said truthfully.

"You want us to believe you were actually hanging out with someone? No offense but you seem to be more of a loner." Wally crossed his arms. Artemis slapped his arm. He frowned at her in confusion. It had been a long time since she had chastised him publicly.

"Yeah? I may be a loner but I'm not a total recluse," he pointed out.

"Fair enough." He replied.

"If no one is dying or dead, I'll be on my way," Nico said moving to walk away. He had cooled down now and he was ready to go home.

"Hey, where do you go?" Artemis asked before he could get very far.

"Go?"

"Yeah, where do you go to sleep and eat?"

"I do jobs to get food, or money for food. Sometimes odd jobs, sometimes Ghost jobs. 'Cause child labor laws." He shrugged. He didn't like where this line of questioning was going. He didn't have anything to back up the lies he would have to tell her. Didn't have connections,  employment history, or a place to stay beside the manor. This secret identity was pretty flimsy and wouldn't hold up under intense scrutiny. He'd have to talk to Bruce about that.

"What about to sleep?"

"I got a place," he assured her. No one seemed assured. Ghost looked at the dubious faces, "What? Do you think Batman would let me just live on the street? He'd put me in foster care or something. If he could catch me." The consultant crossed his arms over his chest.

"Or he could put you on the team." She proposed.

"Yeah, no. I'm not really a team player." he looked around at the group, "plus we all saw how that worked out the last time."

"What if Batman made you?" Wally cut back in.

"And how, exactly, would he do that?" Nico frowned. It sounded like Wally was threatening him.

"How would I know? I'm not a bat. If he did, what would you do?"

"I'd pout."

"Seriously." Wally prompted.

"I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it before." Ghost wrinkled his nose.

"Team? What is the delay?" Batman's voice came over the comms. Red Robin addressed it while Ghost said his final goodbyes.

"See you all later," he said before taking off down the street. Then he shadow traveled to the manor. Time to sleep at last.

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