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" The Preventer"Written By: Presser Pairings : 1x2x1 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : fluff, lemon, humor "The Preventer" 1: Janitorus Interruptus /Monday, December 15, AC 199, 12:15p/ "Trust me." Heero Yuy paused. When his life-partner, Duo Maxwell, drew breath, he spoke again. "You do trust me, don't you, Duo?" Duo's eyebrows came together; the corners of his mouth turned downward a bit. "Of course I do. But--" Heero covered his lover's mouth with a hand. "Shh. Une will hear us." Duo pushed Heero's arm away and turned his head, freeing his mouth. He completed his frown and hissed under his breath. "But why /this/ one? There's one on every floor. Why do we have to do this in the one right next to Une's office?" Heero raised one eyebrow, lowered the other, and allowed one corner of his mouth to crook upward. "Because it'll be more fun this way. More. . .interesting. " Duo's eyes went up and left; he sighed softly. "And Monday. Couldn't we have waited until--" "You did," Heero said, "accept my challenge, didn't you?" "Yeah," Duo said, looking back to Heero. "And you do pride yourself," Heero said, "on being nonconformist. Am I right?" "Drop the cheap lawyer act, okay? I get it. I promised, and I don't go back on my word." "All right, then," Heero said. He peered around the edge of the door to Une's office suite. Her secretary was out to lunch, and her door was open so that she could see anyone who entered. She was working through mealtime, as usual. As she perused agent reports spread across her desk, she bit into turkey and Swiss with hot mustard on pumpernickel from the deli next door. Her phone rang. Lady Une, head of the Preventers organization, swallowed quickly and answered. "Agent Wind. You called at just the right moment. I have something to discuss with you." Une rose and moved to the window, cordless handset pressed between her shoulder and ear as she wiped her mouth on a napkin. "Let's go," Heero said. "Her back's to the door." * * * /Friday, December 12, AC 199, 9:20p/ "So what's /your/ favorite thing about Friday nights? Besides cuddling with me in front of a fire," Duo said. He leaned forward to lift his mug of chocolate from the low table in front of the couch, then settled back against Heero's chest. His partner's over-washed tee was gentle against his cheek. "Oh, I don't know," Heero said, the nail of one finger tracing a line along Duo's jaw from chin to collarbone as he sipped. Duo scrunched his nose and said, "Don't; tickles" under his breath. "I suppose knowing that there's no work tomorrow is high on the list," Heero said, leaning his head over until it was parallel to the floor. He studied the side of Duo's face. Duo sipped more chocolate and snuggled into the blanket covering him and Heero. "Makes it easier to enjoy--what? " Heero interrupted
his thought to question the sly smile spreading across his lover's
face. He straightened his head "Nothing," Duo said, lowering his cup to his
lap and tilting his head back to look up at Heero. "Well, no,
it's not nothing. Time was when the idea of "The war's been over for three years now," Heero said, parting Duo's bangs with an index finger. "It's about time I learned how to--to relax, to--" "To be human?" Heero stopped moving his finger. He narrowed his eyes and pulled back his hand. "You could've gone forever without saying that." Duo winced. "Sorry." Since retiring from active duty after the Eve Wars,
Heero had gone to more than a little trouble to disprove the "perfect
soldier" myth that cast him "Anyway," Duo said, "you /do/ know how to relax. You have as much fun as anybody I know." He smiled, then added, "Maybe more." "Oh?" Heero said, his expression warming. "And what kind of fun do you think I like to have? Hm?" An impish grin spread quickly over Duo's face. "Well," Duo said, letting his voice trail away. Heero pushed forward without warning. "Eep!" Duo said, eyes widening as he fell back. Heero straddled Duo's hips with his knees, hands to either side of his lover's shoulders. He lowered his body until they were nose-to-nose, chest-to-chest. "Hm?" Heero repeated, drawing out the sound low in his throat. Duo extended his lower lip a tiny bit and softened the look in his eyes. "Maybe. . .this?" he said, his voice childlike as he slowly raised his hand between Heero's legs to touch his crotch. Heero rocked forward, smiling devilishly. He leaned down and kissed Duo's lips, then quickly sat up. "Hyuh?" Duo said, a questioning look on his face. "Sit up. There's something I've been meaning to talk with you about, and this is the perfect time to bring it up." Duo immediately sat up. The blanket slipped from his legs. He pushed it all the way to the floor and faced Heero directly. "Oh, don't look worried; it's nothing that serious. Or," Heero added, "maybe it is." He lowered his eyelids and smiled. "I have no idea what-in-the- devil you have in mind." "I know." Heero's smile broadened. * * * /Friday, December 12, AC 199, 10:04p/ "You really /are/ insane," Duo said, rising
from the couch. He stretched stiff arms above his head, bent backward,
and groaned loudly, revealing "Well?" "Coffee," Duo said suddenly. "Want some coffee? I do." He walked briskly toward the kitchen. "You haven't finished your cocoa." Without breaking stride, Duo said over his shoulder, "Won't take long to make it." His braid swished as he turned his head. Heero watched
the silky bronze tail of it flick against Duo's cute little ass as
it disappeared into the He found his partner bustling through cabinets for beans,
the grinder, a filter, and mugs. Heero crossed his arms and one foot
over the other as he "It's hard for me to believe you're hesitating." Duo kept his back to Heero, but slowed noticeably in his preparations. He dipped a cracked, plastic measuring cup into the canister of fragrant beans, then tipped some out to make it a quarter-cup full. He lifted it to his nose, inhaled deeply, then said, "I really love the smell of the beans, don't you?" He dumped them into the grinder, popped the lid on and locked it in place, then jammed his thumb down on the switch. Evil dentist noises ensued. After a dozen seconds he released the switch and upended the grinder, shaking any stuck grounds into the lid. Heero watched silently as Duo completed his routine. When he finished with the push of the Mr. Coffee start button, he turned and huffed a loud sigh. "Heero, whatever am I going to do with you?" Duo's hands became fists which went to his hips. He cocked his head to one side, just a bit, and smiled. "Um, is that a yes?" "It's a maybe; a big one." "C'mon, Duo. Where's your sense of adventure?" Heero paused. "If you--" "Don't you dare use the 'if you really loved me' thing," Duo said with a serious tone, raising an eyebrow as his smile vanished. "What I was going to say," Heero said, his voice growing quiet, "is that if you really don't want to, then I'll drop it." Duo turned his chin to the left and raised both eyebrows as he puckered his lips. "Who said I didn't want to?" he said in a babyish tone. Both of Heero's eyebrows rose. When a grin slowly widened across Duo's face, Heero spoke with mock anger. "You've been putting me on." "Um, you could say that," Duo said, drawing out his words. He batted his eyes. Heero lunged without warning, but Duo quickly scooted around him and through the kitchen door. The resulting pursuit over the couch, the bed in the guest room, and the couch twice more ended with both young men flopping onto their queen-size bed, Duo loudly protesting and giggling as Heero assaulted his lover's ribs. Heero began to move his hands downward, slowly gentling his efforts. Duo's laughter subsided. He stretched his arms over his head and his legs over the edge of the bed, spreading them a little to give Heero better access to his abdomen, now exposed below his tee which had ridden up his torso. Heero continued to calm his movements until he was lightly grazing fingers through the treasure trail of fine bronze hair that started just below Duo's navel and pointed the way to anticipated delights. "Gods, I love that. Gives me chills." "I know." Heero moved from standing over Duo to sitting on the
bed beside him without his fingers breaking stride. He brought his
legs up and folded them Duo wriggled to make room for them. "Um. . .unh. . ." Heero pushed on, finding the lip of Duo's bikini briefs. He ran his index finger along the edge, careful not to touch skin. Duo wriggled some more, moaned some more, then suddenly stopped, quickly raising his head. "What?" Heero had withdrawn his hand. He sat looking intently at Duo. "You really think it's a good idea?" "Hell, /no/," Duo said, sitting up. "It's
dangerous, it's foolhardy, and it could get us both fired before we've
even gotten used to working for the "Yeah," Heero said with a smirk, "isn't it?" He leaned forward, lowered himself over Duo, and kissed him passionately as his lover embraced him. * * * /Monday, December 15, AC 198, 7:14a/ "Watch it," Duo said, colliding with Heero
as they both reached for freshly laundered Preventers uniforms hanging
in their closet. "That's the third Heero, wearing only plain white briefs and tee-shirt, stepped back and bowed slightly. Duo glowered at him as he snagged his uniform and carefully laid it on the bed. Heero grabbed his own uniform, laid it beside Duo's, then fetched black dress socks from the chest of drawers while Duo, wearing nothing but white ankle socks, padded to the bathroom and ran water in the sink. When it was hot, Duo scooped his hands through the stream and doused his face three times, then reached for a hand towel, throwing it over one shoulder. He filled a palm with shaving cream, lathered his face, and reached for his razor, immediately dropping it on the floor. "Nervous?" Heero said, pulling on a sock as he sat on the bed. He paused to watch Duo bend at the waist for his razor, the tip of his braid sliding from the back of his knees up the cleft of his ass. "Well, yeah," Duo said as he straightened. "We were only hired last Monday. Orientation ended Friday, so today we get our first real assignments. Who wouldn't be just a bit on edge?" Heero pulled on another sock. "But you're the war-hardened god of death, remember? Nothing should scare you." "Hmf," Duo sniffed as he started to shave. "Unless," Heero said, standing to slip into his pants, "there's something else that might be--" "Shut up," Duo said, turning to face Heero. "I have enough to think about without remembering that you--that I--uh, that you talked me--" "You mean that you promised we'd christen every room at headquarters? " "Like I said," Duo said, pointing his razor at Heero for emphasis, "you talked me into it." The razor slipped from his fingers to clatter on linoleum. "Really?" Heero paused again to watch Duo retrieve his razor. This time he faced Heero, who resisted licking his upper lip as Duo's braid slid across his back and fell between his legs. "Yeah, really," Duo said, batting his braid
out of the way and standing. "You got me all cozy after dinner
Friday night, then plied me with a fudge "And?" "And then sprang your trap." Duo turned to the mirror. "The way I remember it," Heero said, buttoning his shirt, "you were delighted with the idea." "Maybe I've, uh, rethought things." Heero paused at the top button of his shirt. "Are you saying you don't like having sex with me?" "I'm saying," Duo said, turning quickly toward Heero again, "that maybe it's not such a good idea to do it at work." "I agree completely." The razor fell from Duo's hand and bounced to the right. "Good," he said. He bent to pick up the razor once more, this time, his back toward Heero. As he reached the floor, he froze. He looked up at Heero between his legs, eyes widened in surprise. "You--you agree?" "Uh huh," Heero said slowly. "That's
what makes it so. . .delicious." He smiled and pointedly licked
his lips at Duo as his braid swished across his Duo straightened, struggling to keep from rolling his
eyes and to avoid looking at Heero. He rinsed the razor, dragged it
over his Adam's apple, "Don't you?" "You don't think we'll get caught?" Duo finished wiping shaving cream from his face and tossed the towel toward the clothes hamper. He walked into the bedroom, toward Heero. "Who knows? Certainly not me." Duo narrowed his eyes. "And if we do?" "You're forgetting," Heero said, reaching
for his jacket, "that Lady Une's been after us to join the Preventers
for over a year. I seem to recall her "Well," Duo said hesitantly, "you do have a point." "Look," Heero said, "if we can't do this, no one can." He paused. "Think of it as a challenge, or--" he brightened-- "a super-advanced exercise to help us hone our undercover skills." Duo's face was deadpan as he spoke. "You did not just say that." Heero smirked. Duo drew breath, sighed loudly, and released the tension in his shoulders. "Okay." Heero cocked his head to one side. "Okay?" "You know me. I may have my doubts, but once I accept a mission, there's no looking back. I go forward without any thought of failure." "That's my boy." "Your lover." "My love slave." "And you, my dear," Duo said, crossing the remaining distance to Heero, "are my insatiable little--" Duo stopped abruptly as Heero laid an index finger on Duo's lips. "Don't fill that in just yet. I want to see how many synonyms we can come up with." "But you don't know what I was going to say." Heero leaned close to Duo's ear, whispering, "Was it dirty?" "Of course." Duo licked his bottom lip and smiled. "Well, then. . ." The heat of Duo's body, his fresh-from-the- shower scent,
fell against Heero's crisply laundered Preventer's uniform. He pulled
back a little, "Ow! What was that for?" Heero looked at his watch. "Time to go. Don't want to be late on our first day out of orientation, do we?" Duo suddenly realized that he was completely naked save for his socks. "Shit! Step back, or you're gonna get hurt in the whirlwind!" * * * /Monday, December 15, AC 199, 12:15p/ "Let's go," Heero said. "Her back's to the door." The two ex-Gundam pilots slipped silently past their commander's door. Just as Duo crossed the center, the corner of his eye caught motion. He hopped forward quickly, bumping into Heero, who immediately flattened against the wall and put out an arm to break Duo's fall. Duo drew breath to speak, but Heero put an index finger to his lips. Both straightened; they proceeded down the hall. A second corridor met the midpoint of their hallway in a T-formation. The room Heero wanted faced down the length of that corridor. "Do it," he mouthed soundlessly to Duo. Duo's eyebrows wrinkled upward as he shrugged, palms up and forward. Heero pointed at the lock in the doorknob. Duo rolled his eyes, then took a pin from the underside of his braid near the nape of his neck. He squatted and inserted it into the lock. Heero stood casually, leaning against the wall as though
chatting with a friend, with one foot against the wall near his knee
to block sight of Duo Seconds later Duo stood. Heero, still smiling, glanced
indifferently toward Lady Une's office. Seeing no one, he mouthed
"Go," his whisper barely Duo turned the knob carefully, not knowing whether the door would stick or squeak. As he pulled, a dull scuffing sound came from the rubber runner at the foot of the door dragging against tile. The room sucked a small whuff of air inward. Heero grabbed the door, pushed Duo inside, and quickly but quietly shut the door. Duo whispered into the pitch-dark: "Stinks." "Hang on," Heero whispered back. Duo heard fingers fumbling against the wall, then a quiet click. He squinted against the dull rays of light cast by a naked forty-watt bulb overhead. He quickly looked left-right-behind without moving his feet to take in his surroundings, then forward to see Heero standing demurely against the door, hands behind his back, a coy smile on his lips. Duo looked down, shaking his head gently, then up at Heero again. "I still can't believe--" "What was the collision in front of Une's office for?" Heero said, his voice scarcely rising above a whisper. "I saw something move from the corner of my eye. Maybe she was turning toward the door; I don't know. What I /did/ know was I had to move fast to keep from being seen." Heero nodded curtly, satisfied with Duo's explanation. "Like I started to say," Duo said, keeping his voice low, "I can't believe you wanted to start here." "Why not? It's a classic." "The janitor's closet," Duo said, one eyebrow
rising, "is not a classic--at least, not in my book." He
turned to wave a hand at shelves jammed with Heero had quickly stepped behind Duo and knelt, reaching
between his legs and firmly rubbing his partner's penis through the
thick cotton of his "No, you don't. I want you just like this." Duo straightened as Heero reached between his legs again and found belt buckle, button, and zipper, making sure his forearms made maximum contact with Duo's rapidly hardening cock as he undid them. With one fluid motion Heero withdrew his hands and took
the loosened waistband at Duo's hips, smoothly pulling his pants to
his ankles. Fine "Gods, Heero--" Duo said, his voice growing husky. "Hush," Heero said, his voice uncharacteristicall y gentle. He reached again between Duo's legs and caressed his cock, dragging fingertips up and down the sleek silk knit of his lover's bikini briefs. Duo moaned. Heero kept one hand busy with Duo's penis; with the other he began to tickle the back of one thigh. Duo closed his eyes, lifted his face to the ceiling. His legs began to tremble. Heero leaned close and nipped at Duo's ass. Duo involuntarily lurched forward, then righted himself. "Gods, Heero. . .so. . .so hot. . .I'm getting hot. . .." Duo's voice rose in volume. "Good," Heero murmured. He licked the inside of a thigh. The faint taste of salt and cinnamon urged him on. He twisted his shoulders to squirm between Duo's legs. Duo widened the gap between them to make room. Heero scooted his butt backwards to sit up in front
of Duo, his eyes level with his partner's fully erect cock. He leaned
forward, taking a big breath. Duo's breath caught in his throat. He gasped. "Aa-hh!" "Ready for me?" Duo snapped his head forward, then down. Heero smiled up at him with half-lidded eyes and a lascivious grin. "You haven't prepped me!" Duo hissed. "Not going to." Duo's eyes grew wide. "Heero, look, this--" "Calm down," Heero said. "I figured we'd start simple. All I'm going to do today is blow you." He leaned forward and licked the precome soaking through the silk at the top of Duo's bikini. Duo shuddered; he grabbed Heero's hair, leaned back, and shoved his hips forward. Heero took the head of Duo's penis into his mouth, sucking forcefully through silk. Duo moaned. He leaned forward and added his other hand to Heero's hair, working his fingers through it before tightening his grip and tugging. Heero opened his mouth. Duo's penis bounced back against his belly, the head catching in his bush, now thoroughly wet with precome. Duo moaned again, louder than before. Heero slipped both index fingers over the lip of Duo's bikini and pulled out and down. His penis sprang forward, wet and pulsing. Heero smiled broadly and licked his lips. He opened his mouth and descended on Duo's cock. "Unh. . .hunh. . .aa. . .ah!" Duo said, his voice growing raspy, rising in volume. Heero worked forcefully, his saliva flowing freely and
mixing with Duo's precome. The soft musk of Duo's groin went to his
head, then straight to his Duo cried out with the loss of the wet warmth surrounding his cock. Heero looked up. Even in the faint light of the closet,
his lover's face was flushed. Still in his tie and jacket, he looked
like an officer. Then Heero wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base
of Duo's penis, cupped his balls in the other, and pumped the shaft
while rolling the testicles Duo lunged forward, bent at the waist, and groaned loudly. Heero smiled and lunged forward as well, his mouth greedily ravishing the cock his hands imprisoned. He took half Duo's penis into his mouth sucked hard, laving his tongue around and around the tip while continuing to pump and fondle his lover. Duo released Heero's hair and put both hands on his back, clawing against his jacket. "Gods, Heero," Duo cried, "I'm--I'm gonna--" The sound of keys at the door brought all activity to an abrupt halt. Heero released Duo's penis, throbbing and liberally oozing precome, and popped silently to his feet. "Get your pants up," he whispered as he straightened his tie and smoothed his jacket. Duo bent and grabbed his pants, giving them a swift
tug upward, forgetting that his briefs were also around his ankles.
They caught at his knees, and "God damn it, Duo, this is no time--" "I'm trying, damn it, I'm trying." "Shh!" Heero quietly stepped to the door and leaned in without touching it. The sound of keys rattling had stopped. Heero squinted in concentration while Duo fought to
free his briefs from his pants. As he pulled them up, his pants fell
to the floor, the belt buckle Heero heard voices muffled by the door. He pressed his ear against it. On the other side, Horace Neely, full-time janitor at
Preventers headquarters, had left his master key in the lock of the
janitor's closet. "Horace," she said, " think I may have
some water seepage in my office. There's a small patch of discoloration
in the corner of my ceiling. When you "Sure," said Horace, his gravelly voice betraying his lifelong love of tobacco. He removed his keys from the lock and pocketed them. "Let's go." On the other side of the door, Heero tensed. Duo was all zipped up, and had moved to stand behind Heero. "What's--" Heero turned his head and glared so intently that Duo shut his mouth without finishing his question. "Oh, you don't have to do it now," Lady Une said. "If I don't, I won't remember." He paused, then shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Happens when you get older." Lady Une looked at him without expression, then gave the briefest of nods. She turned toward her office; Horace followed. Heero exhaled the breath he had held slowly, closed his eyes, leaned his head back as he willed the tension in his body to fall away. Duo waited. Seconds skittered forward, ten, twenty, thirty. Duo tapped Heero on the shoulder. "Who?" "Horace." Heero held his position, eyes still closed. "The janitor?" "This /is/ the janitor's closet, isn't it?" he said, opening his eyes and turning to face Duo. "Well, yeah, but. . ." Duo wrinkled his nose. "What stopped him?" "Our enemy." Heero stared deadpan at Duo, silently counting time. /One second, two, three, just about. . ./ Duo's eyes went wide. "Oh!" Une? She's the one who stopped Horace?" "Yep." "Damn." "We should consider ourselves fortunate." "Fortunate!? " Duo said, raising his voice. Heero shushed him; he lowered his volume. "How the hell is this fortunate?" "You'd rather we got caught?" "I'd rather we not take unnecessary chances like this." Heero smiled. "C'mon, Duo. You're always urging me to relax,
let go, enjoy life more. Don't you find this just a little bit exciting?"
He held his smile, waiting Now Duo's face went deadpan. After a pause, he smiled back. "Well, it /was/ kind of hot." "Kind of?" Heero said. "You seemed pretty worked up to me." "All your doing." "Thank you," Heero said, giving Duo a slight bow. "So, do you have ideas for our next adventure?" Duo said, unconsciously rubbing the front of his pants to allay the throbbing of his stifled release. "Well," Heero said, "I was thinking--" Both young men froze again as the sound of keys resumed on the other side of the door. "Shit," both said together. Heero spoke decisively. "Grab a bottle." "What?" "Grab a goddamn bottle, Duo, and follow me." Heero picked up a bottle of bleach. Duo grabbed the first bottle his hand touched as Heero opened the door. Horace dropped his keys and jumped back. As Heero walked confidently out of the closet, he smiled at Duo and said, "I think this should do the job, don't you? Oh, don't forget the light. I'm sure--" He interrupted himself as he turned to see Horace with his hand over his heart, an incredulous look on his face. "Horace," Heero said cheerfully. I'm sorry. We didn't mean to startle you. "More like scared the bejesus out of me," Horace growled. "What the hell are you doing in there?" Heero held up the bleach in his hand. "Stain. I spilled some hot sauce on the seat of one of our chairs, and I want to clean it up before it sets." Horace narrowed one eye. "How did you get in?" "Get in?" Heero said, pretending to be puzzled. "Oh, that. That was Duo's doing." Duo turned his head ever-so-slightly and glared at Heero,
then slipped his eyes the other way to see if Horace noticed his reaction
to Heero's "He's one of the best we've got at picking locks." "Uh huh," Horace said. Disbelief was written across his face. "Look, Heero said, ducking his head and looking up at Horace. "I know we should have found you and asked, but--well, we've barely finished our first week as Preventers, and--" Heero hunched his shoulders forward and lowered his voice. "You know Lady Une better than we do, I'm sure." He grinned. Horace smiled slyly. "Yeah, I do." He snorted. "O'course,
even though you had good intentions, you should count your lucky stars
that the Bi--uh, the Chief--didn' t find Heero's eyes widened. "Really? That strict?" "Yep." "Well," Heero said, hefting the bleach into the air and catching it in one hand, "thanks for the tip. We'll make sure to keep our noses clean." "And make sure you don't go picking my locks anymore, y'hear? That might be fine for field work, but the last thing I need is someone screwing with my supplies." "Right." Heero lowered his eyes. "Okay, then. Get outta here. Go clean up your stain before the Chief decides to pay a visit to your office." "Sir!" Heero looked up, straightened his back, and saluted. Horace snorted again and waved dismissively at them. Heero walked down the hall facing the closet, away from Lady Une's office. As Duo followed, he waved his bottle at Horace and added, "Thanks, Horace. We appreciate you covering for us." Heero turned and glared hard at Duo, who didn't see the look because he was gesturing at Horace. Heero grabbed the wrist of his empty hand and jerked. Duo turned and spoke sharply under his breath. "Ow! What the hell was /that/ for?" "Later," Heero said through tight lips. He quickly turned at the end of the corridor, out of Horace's sight. "I was just trying to be friendly," Duo said. "It would've seemed odd if I didn't say something." "I don't have a problem with you /speaking/,"
Heero said, coming to an abrupt stop halfway down the hall. "That's
not the issue." He pointed at Duo looked down at what he held, then up at Heero with a very sheepish look on his face. "Oh." "He wouldn't have seen it at all if you hadn't waved it in front of his nose." Back at the janitor's closet, Horace bent to pick up his keys, then stood, his nose and eyes scrunched together. "I get how they want bleach for the stain," he muttered, "but what-the-hell' s floor wax gonna do for them?" He shrugged and entered the janitor's closet, trying to remember what he had wanted in the first place. * * * Author's Note ------------ --------- --- Now I can tell you that, in this arc, the "Preventer" is Lady Une, who, after discovering what our favorite boys are up to, dedicates herself to catching them in the act. Who will win in the battle of wits? Stay tuned to find out.
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