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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 20, 2008 0:03:14 GMT -5
This floor is where a majority of the scientists and guards went into hiding. Unfortunately, one or two of them were infected and now the entire floor is scattered with undead from wall to wall. This floor is a mystery to all but five employees, three of which live in the offices above and then two high-ranking scientists. It is hard to put this floor into words as it is filled with mystery. The floor has a number of labs, inside which one can find odd and unfinished inventions and even weaponry. The computers are customed and top of the line as is everything on this floor. Nothing can be accessed without the proper clearance but even if one was to break into the secure network, all of the information and data are written in code making it next to impossible what exactly went on down here.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 19, 2010 18:21:48 GMT -5
[Nathanos has entered Floor B5 of the Eden Corp. Business/Warehouse]
Fifteen Minutes later
Nathanos could now see the elevator in the darkness as he slowly approached. He quietly thanked God, he wasn't sure just how deep this shaft ran and had begin to wonder if he'd ever reach the end of this seemingly bottomless hole. He'd counted four elevator doors as he descended, which was strange as there were only four floors listed on the schematic. Maybe it was a parking garage or storage floor, either way he'd just have to hope there was a stair-well to the control room in the floor above.
He released the elevator wire as he felt his feet touch the top of the elevator car. He cracked his knuckles and fingers as he stood on-top of the elevator, both of his hands painfully cramped from holding onto the wire so tightly for so long. He stomped on the wired-mesh top of the elevator until it finally broke. He peeked in to see two things that stirred several emotions.
"Well... that's surprising." Nathanos said aloud as he starred into the elevator. The good news was the elevator door was open. The bad news was the buttons had a bloodied hand-print and a trail of smeared blood ran from the center of the elevator, out the door and into the hall. Light also pored into the elevator from some nearby source of illumination; clearly these floors had back-up generators. He drew his other silenced pistol as he jumped down into the elevator.
The source of the blood trail was immediately apparent as Nathanos viewed two-infected dining on a half-eaten man in a lab-coat. One turned up with a mouth full of bloodied flesh and tissue, much of which spurted out when it moaned and began lumbering toward him. The zombies were clearly highly malnourished, very thin and gaunt. Almost looking like skeletons with skin draped over them. So fierce was their hunger that the other zombie seemed to occupied with the large feast his infected peer had left him with to notice Nathanos.
The zombie approaching Nathanos wore some form of a Kevlar vest, it was black and--- somewhat familiar. Nathanos raised his pistol, firing a shot through the zombie's skull. He walked to it's corpse and knelt down, reading the sign on it's vest.
"The UBCS.... well I'll be damned. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Eden Corp, you've been more naughty then I thought." Nathanos said, noticing a pack of cigarettes on the slain zombified UBCS soldier, taking a cigarette out of it and lighting it on his heated gun barrel.
"Don't mind if I smoke?" he questioned the still preoccupied zombie, much to Nathanos' amusement a "Merrrghh" coming from the zombie as he did so.
"Take that as a no." he said, inhaling, "Suppose I should thank you, if your dinner there had gotten the elevator moving up I'd be a goner." Nathanos said, the zombie finally noticing him as he jerked his head to tear off a piece of large intestine, seeing the disguised British terrorist in the corner of it's eye. He stood up and began lumbering to him.
"Cheers 'en." Nathanos said, lifting his silenced pistol and putting a bullet through the head of the zombie. Nathanos finished his cigarette and approached the mutilated corpse of what appeared to be a scientist. He took the dead Scientist's name-card, wiping the blood off of it.
"Jerald Lagenbrudder, Eden Corp. Co-Chief of Eden Corp. Research Department." Nathanos read aloud. A Co-Chief down here but no-one else in the god-damn building? Something was up.
He pocketed the ID and walked back to the elevator, checking the blood-stained buttons. There was no Floor 5, not on the elevator listing, not in the schematics, no-where on record. A wide grin spread across Nathanos' face. He'd hit the jack-pot. He holstered the pistol in his right-hand, drawing his blade and holding it tightly as he slowly began walking down the corridors. He was sure there were more leg-draggers down here, if not something worse. He took every-step cautiously, looking for the slightest indication of a trap or noise that would alert the unknown number of zombies in this floor.
Now the only question was... where to dig around first?
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Prussian
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Post by Prussian on Jun 19, 2010 21:17:45 GMT -5
Nathanos creped through the halls, noticing a good amount of half-eaten zombies scattered through-out the rooms. It seemed that in their advance state of hunger and isolation, the zombies had attacked and fed off each-other. Nathanos smirked as he realized he may be one of the few people around who'd seen this whole new dimension of cannibalism.
((Just to note: In Code Veronica a zombie's eating another infected, proving with no humans around, they will eat each-other. Assuming the 5 people who knew about the place didn't take it upon themselves to feed the zombies, this seems a likely outcome.))
He toured the rooms. First thing he noticed was a room with a series of holding tanks, given his previous experience with Umbrella he thought it'd be best to avoid this. He then found a room labeled 'Weapons Development'. He entered cautiously, noting a few floor-bound zombies. They laid there, their heads following him, a few attempted to crawl after him with little success. The site was so pathetic Nathanos couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of pity for these creatures, unable to eat, but unable to die, trapped in a perpetual hell.
He explored the room, jumping on the heads of any zombies that blockaded his passage, poking at the various odd weapons like a child in the toy isle of a store. One in particular peaked his interest, a large-rifle like weapon with a glass circle at the end of it's muzzle. It had yet to receive any casing, still in it's naked mechanical form. Nathanos could make out four crystals at odd angles around what appeared to be a high-power battery of some type. He eyed the weapon and took it off the rack carefully, holding it like a rifle. There was a trigger, and it seemed to follow the general resemblance of a standard weapons.
"This is just foolishness."
Nathanos couldn't resist, this item had a chance of blowing up in his face, but it's mechanism was so intriguing -- what did it do? He aimed it at one of the floored zombies reaching up to him and pulled the trigger. The battery sparked in futility several times, Nathanos sighing as he held down the trigger and nothing happened. Suddenly the battery created a stream of electricity to one of the crystals, which shot off to the other, and so on and so forth until a bright-blue beam ripped from the muzzle of the gun and tore into the face of the zombie.
Nathanos released the trigger in surprise, the beam continuing on for several seconds despite this. Finally the blue beam faded and when the smoke cleared it revealed that the Zombie's head had been completely vaporized, the beam had also melted a layer of the metal tile that lined the floor, and was now beginning to bore into the Earth itself. Nathanos studied the weapon further, noticing the battery was half charged.
"Twenty years ago if someone had told me I was going to kill a ghoul with a laser-beam in an underground laboratory. . ." Nathanos said aloud, laughing a little bit to himself.
He toyed around with the other weapons but found none as appealing or deadly. One looked like some sort of Alien Weapon from a 1950s movie but failed to do anything when the trigger was pulled, one looked suspiciously like a weaponized bong and shot what appeared to be acidic bubbles (Nathanos originally scoffed at that device, but he'd done the same at the infected at first too, so he decided to reserve his judgement on how this weapon could be effectively implemented). Marvelous machines, he'd have to come-back here if he ever got the chance. For now however he had more important buisness to attend to, though he had cemented the idea of keeping his hands on this new beam-rifle toy.
He tightened the strap that held the metal casing around his new toy, afraid of the consequences of over-using this and it back-firing he stuck to his blade and pistol. He proceeded down the hall-ways, routinely decapitating and shooting scattered infected as he did so. Hitting a dead-end and back-tracking he noticed the slain infected were receiving attention from many of the disabled zombies, crawling to devour their dead zombified peers. This fascinated Nathanos immensely, but he continued. There had to be a record of data around here somewhere, labs always had their less interesting areas.
Finally he found a room full of computers and file-cabinets. In Umbrella's secrecy about the existence of this floor they'd evidently failed to properly hide their goodies. Then again maybe they were just waiting for the zombies to die-out before they attempted to access any of this. He attempted to open the door but it was locked, he fired at the window but alas, twas bullet proof. Nathanos grumbled in impatience, pulling out the prototype weapon, aiming carefully as to not destroy one of the computers by accident. The beam tore through the glass and into the ceiling of the room, shattering the glass as it did so and melting some of the wall before it did so. Nathanos casually stepped through, sitting at the largest computer.
"Enter Eden Corp. Identification Number" the computer's screen demanded. Nathanos pulled out the late Scientist's ID, copying the number into the machine.
"Welcome back, Dr. Lagenbrudder." the screen read as the desktop was loaded.
Nathanos then began the rather dull task of attaching every file he could access onto emails and sending them to Tricell and his personal email address. Consistently turning around and firing a round into the brain of a zombie, the shards of broken glass acting as an excellent warning system. Nathanos groaned in boredom.
"Down to four clips." he thought as he checked his pistol ammunition. He wasn't sure how much the prototype had left in it. He might jerry-rig a shield for extensive melee contact with the infected before he left this room, he preferred to save his ammunition for when the situation called for it, or for when it made things quicker.
"Can't all be explosions and B.O.Ws I suppose." Nathanos muttered as he slowly completed the Office work like task of siphoning all the computer's data to himself and Tricell.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 20, 2010 20:19:23 GMT -5
(Ignoring signs of the laser gun pending review.)
Richard landed with a slight thump on top of the elevator, having fast roped down the cable the whole way. He rubbed his gloves on the slightly less warm sides of his vest and looked down. He saw the broken top to the elevator, knowing he was on the right track.
He drew out his knife with his left hand and his Sig with his right, aiming down into the dimly lit area of the elevator car and hallway outside. He saw the blood, gelled blood, and knew his target hadn’t been injured. More likely, he was responsible for the dead zombies. Single bullet holes, shell casings on the ground. 9mm rounds, he saw. If worse came to worse and Richard got shot, he’d barely feel the impact through the heavy duty armor he was wearing. Hopping down into the hole, he stopped and looked out into the hall. Nothing to the front. Lights were still on, that was good. It meant he didn’t have to use his flashlight.
He got out and saw more of the same. A dead man in a lab coat, a few other dead zombies. Nothing out of the ordinary yet, considering the situation. Until he came across one of the men that looked like soldiers. He recognized the patch. UBCS. What the hell? Umbrella had been gone for years. Why were these guys still running around? Unless he was a merc with sentiment for a uniform he’d liked. Richard doubted that. He went about searching the man for supplies, finding a magazine for an M4 and his sidearm, a Sig Sauer P226. He slipped the M4 magazine into an empty magazine slot and took the magazine from the Sig. Along with the two he had in reserve in a pouch on his belt.
Mentally thanking the bastard for the re-supply, he stood up and started moving around when he felt a hand grab his boot. The UBCS mercenary started moving toward him, intent on biting his leg. With a quick jerk, Richard picked up his leg and broke the grip before slamming his foot down. He felt bones crack at the sharp stomp, and the zombie was slammed into the floor. Calmly, Richard set his weapons on the ground and grabbed it by the chin and by the back of the head. Holding its chest in place, he used his whole torso to twist. Bones cracked as the zombies neck broke, as the spine twisted until it finally gave way. The zombie went limp once again, and Richard picked up his pistol and knife again. Without a second glance, he was on his way.
He moved through the area rather quickly, again looking for open doors and ignoring closed ones. He came upon several zombies on his trip, taking the time to take them out with either his knife or a hand to hand maneuver to avoid noise. He didn’t have a suppressor for his weapon. And even if he did, the guy would be able to hear it unless he was in another room or quite a ways down the hall.
He passed the armory, noting the man had been here. Seeing a dead zombie on the ground, he knew he was heading the right way. The room had no other exit, so he kept going. Going until he heard something…
Faint clicking, some typing, and what sounded like a suppressed gunshot. Finally…
He snuck down the hallway, as quietly as he could, and stopped short of the room after seeing the broken glass that would give him away in an instant. He saw the man at a computer terminal, wearing US military fatigues and armor. Army, by the pattern. He turned to fire another shot at a zombie, and Richard held up his P226.
“Weapon down, now.” He said in a clear voice.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 21, 2010 22:11:55 GMT -5
Nathanos chuckled, turning in the computer chair with no weapons drawn.
"Still drawing you former Soviet-types into their services I see. Surprising, I'd have thought you Russkis would know better after the hell Umbrella wreaked on your precious Motherland." Nathanos said in Russian, easily detecting the origin of Richard's accent, a strong English accent notable in his Russian however.
"Your to late, kill me if you wish but the secrets out. It was rather impressive, I must say. Masquerading as this 'Eden Corp', bringing peace and security while stealing away the poor and unwanted members of society for your little 'tests'. Who would notice? You may have been able to fool the Americans but the same fate won't befall Britain, the information I've sent out . . ." Nathanos stopped, looking over Richard better.
"However... 'tis not murder I see in your eyes, but confusion..." Nathanos said, a tad bewildered himself. "FSB ((Russian CIA equivalent))? No... your too well armed and to deep I suspect to be on Russian buisness alone..." Nathanos stroked his chin as if calculating a chess move, "Ah-- why didn't I realize it immediately... BSAA, correct?" Nathanos said, lifting his finger to gesture at a zombie crawling toward Richard's feet.
"I'd be happy to shoot that for you but I fear you'd open fire on me. Niles Hessingway, MI6, by the way." Nathanos said, fully realizing his Russian was to poor to attempt an accent outside his natural one.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 22, 2010 5:28:21 GMT -5
Richard flashed his eyes to the zombie on the ground for an instant before turning them back to Nathanos, removing his knife hand from a brace position under his Sig to line up the blade. With a quick jerk, and one more quick look, he threw the knife the several feet. Its weight and the force he put into it buried the blade to the handle with expert and practiced ease. He moved to the side and slipped the razor sharp blade out and resumed his former stance.
“I do not think you are an MI6 agent.” He said in Russian. He thought to the description of the men at their first visit of Eden Corp. Two white men, one extremely so. ‘Whiter than white’ had been what the interpreter said, quoting the Sergeant that had met them when they touched down in their helicopter. This man fit the description. Richard could see strands of hair under the officer cap, white hair as well.
“You are a very distinct man. Not very good at hiding your tracks either.” He said, still in Russian. “Step away from the computer, drop the weapons. If you are who you say you are, you have nothing to worry about and very bad luck in genes.” He said.
If this guy was MI6, he was operating under his countries laws and codes that meant nothing here whilst Richard was acting under laws and codes of a UN sponsored group. And then, he had the extra leeway of a STARS operator, backed even further by the BSAA. If he got results… Either way, it was looking like he would be ok. If this was a good guy, he stopped a BOW from massacring a section of the city and a good number of US armed forces men and women. Not a bad day.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 22, 2010 15:11:29 GMT -5
Nathanos tilted his head, thinking. Then he smiled.
((NOTE: Until specified otherwise, all Nathanos text is suppose to be in Russian.))
"Ah... I see now. I'm not 'good' at covering my tracks because I have had no reason to, however I believe I am the man your looking for. Nathanos Rivendare is a British Politician who disappeared in the Second Outbreak, presumably dead. You think we send our Parliament members on espionage missions?" Nathanos said, chuckling a bit at the end.
"Allow me to explain. I was sent here to steal this data; not knowing anything of this facility. When I broke into their upper-level control room to steal said information, they opened fire on me and my men. Regrettably a few of their Employees had to loose their life, but so much as glance at some of this data and I'd be surprised if you didn't march-up stairs and execute the lot of them." Nathanos said, leaning on his walking-stick from the edge of the chair.
"You see, Umbrella is far from dead. It's survived, elements of it's companies have existed around the world since their dissolution. It's as if they've never left. Some of the mask-companies aren't even related to the infected or anything suspicious. Chains of auto-repair companies, office-supply stores, there may very well be a bio-engineering lab in the basement of your favorite Restaurant chain. Any buisness chain that sprouted up between 1998 and 2008 is suspect." Nathanos said, not the slightest hint of falsehood in his words, as such a statement could indeed be concluded from the evidence he'd viewed.
"And also... unfortunately, my actions border on acts of war against the Americans. As that is unlikely, they will likely suffice with just having me executed. However I will leave it to your clemency to decide what to do." Nathanos said, standing up out of the cheer, covering his mouth to catch a sneeze and then put down two frag grenades, a standard issue American assault rifle & pistol, and one smoke & flash grenade down. Sliding each over as he did so. As he slid the last two armaments to Richard, he jumped down on the ground with his hands behind his head.
BAM! The flash-grenade went off, followed by the slow hissing of smoke as it filled the room. Nathanos wasted no time, dodging the BSAA agent in the smoke & confusion and swiftly running down the hall and turning the corner, firing a shot from his silenced pistol into every light he could see as he did so. He leaped into a room marked 'office supplies', closing the door and taking cover behind a series of desks.
The now darkened halls fell silent briefly, only the sound of electric discharges from broken lights. Moments later, the sound of dragging feats and groans came from anonymous places in the darkness. Nathanos remained hidden behind his cover, waiting for the one set of foot-steps that didn't sink up with the undead.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 27, 2010 11:38:23 GMT -5
Richard had seen Nathanos pull the pins on the less than lethal grenades, knowing yelling out for him to stop would do no good. He ducked back out into the hall, camping his left arm over his eyes and turning toward the corner as he heard the two grenades go off. His ears were ringing, but he had dealt with this before. He could work through it. And his vision remained intact. When not coupled with the blinding flash of the flashbang, the smoke did little to impair Richard’s vision for the first few moments. He reached out into the room with his gun hand and blind fired off rounds, worried Nathanos would be getting ready for a follow up attack.
When he had fired off five rounds at almost exactly the place the man had been laying a moment ago, he peeked around to see that the spot was vacant. As the smoke filled the room, he knew he had to stay ahead of it and pick a way to go before the smoke filled the area. He saw the glass disturbed by footsteps, no blood, and guessed that it was right. He could have been wrong, but he went with it. If he was wrong, he could wait for the smoke to thin out and try the other side. Worst case scenario, he would lose the guy and report to headquarters that the man working in Raccoon City was indeed a terrorist. Or, at the very least, an MI6 agent who was fit to be executed for breaking the highest of the laws in the operating country.
He moved as quietly as he could, which would have been near silent if it were not for the broken glass, and made his way to a door to a room used for holding supplies. With his Sig in one hand and his knife in the other, he opened the door of the room quickly and aimed his pistol inside, the powerful flashlight illuminating almost the entire room.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 27, 2010 18:35:08 GMT -5
((See Store Front for more details)) A faint tremor shook the floor, than another, and than a third. A forth one rocked the floor above, lights and fans falling from the ceiling as it did so. A loud crash echoed from the elevator shaft, followed by a loud roar, echoing from the shaft as well. [Krall is digging around the B5 Floor] A violent tremor shook the B5 floor, book-cases, test-tubes, computers and infected falling down. A huge insect like claw shot through the wall, the claw smashing through the glass and metal feet from Richard and pushing half-way into the room before retracting back through a hole punched in the wall. Dirt and rubble pouring from the hole briefly. Another tremor violently rocked the floor, two claws shooting up from the ground down the hallway from Richard, flying from the ground and into the ceiling, the claws bending like fingers, tearing out parts of the ceiling as they were ripped back through the floor. Light shining down like a spot-light from the holes punched in the ceiling. Screams of panic and confusion erupting from workers echoing down from the 4th floor. Another tremor rocked the area, four claws now punching a hole in the wall where Richard had just come from, tearing through anything in their path. They bent back in the same fashion as before, flying back and ripping out a large part of the hall's wall. In the darkness four dim yellow lights the size of a man's head starred at Richard from the large hole in the wall. The beast roared loudly, bits of spit flying off in Richard's direction. Four more claws sprung from the darkness and tore into the floor, clawing through the tiles and into the earth beneath it. The other four claws began aiding in this task, the massive beast digging under-neath the B5 floor in a matter of moments. A long centipede like appendage following it's descent until it too became invisible beneath the dirt and debris. Suddenly smoke began to fills the halls, Nathanos having pulled the pin to his last smoke-grenade in the confusion. The slam of a door echoed from somewhere within the darkened hall, followed by hurried foot-steps. Nathanos sprinted toward the spot-light created from the hole in the ceiling. He unscrewed the hilt of his staff, losing it's sheath in the darkness, and drew his silenced pistol. He fired the remainder of a clip wildly at the legs of an infected standing in the light, several shots finding it's mark in the infected's leg. The infected fell to it's knees, Nathanos tossing aside his pistol and hopping onto the shoulders of the infected, knocking it to the floor as he leap-frogged off of it toward the hole. He griped the edge of it with his right hand, using his left to drive the blade into the ground of floor B4. He grunted as he struggled to pull-himself up, suddenly being helped up by an unseen figure. "Holy s***! What's going on! What the f**k! What the f**k!" the muffled panic of an employee echoed below. "All hells broken loose! Get that hole covered and I need everyone to get the hell out of here! The terrorist and God know what else is down there! Move our we're all dead!" Nathanos's muffled voice (in a notably different Southern accent) echoed through the B5 floor below in a frantic tone. Two thuds were heard and the light was blotted out as two desks were knocked over slid over the holes. "Alright people! Lets go! Go! Go! Go! Move your asses!" Nathanos ordered with no need to feign the urgency, indeed there was something very nasty down there, and he was sure it wasn't friendly. [Nathanos has now entered floor B4 of the Eden Corp.] The ground floor began to shake with tremors once again, a roar audible from somewhere below Richard, accompanying the moans of the infected.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 30, 2010 2:48:10 GMT -5
“Sh*t… Sh*t. Sh*t!” Those were the thoughts that ran through Richards mind, all the same for different reasons. First, the tremors. He couldn’t think of anything that would tunnel around like that. Anything that had been seen in several years, anyway. A Gravedigger seemed likely. If that was true, he had to get out of here in a hurry. “Sh*t…” He quickly saw that it wasn’t one of the worm like BOW’s when he saw a massive claw punch a hole into the wall. Another one behind him at almost the same time. Sh*t.” He began moving, trying to avoid where he thought the claws would be based on knowledge of basic BOW biology. But, when he saw the eyes in the darkness, he knew it was nothing like he had ever faced.
“Sh*t!” His last and current thought when he saw the lights, the darkness being lit up slightly by the eyes and the general shape and size of the face coming into view. It was then that he ran, as fast as he could. Not out of fear, but out of self preservation. He had no idea if bullets or bombs would do anything but **** it off. At the very least, he wanted to get above ground. At least then it only had one way to come from. Running headlong into the smoke, which had already started to dissipate, he nearly ran headlong into the zombie crawling along the ground. Fresh blood on the ground, as well as the Sig Sauer he assumed had to be the terrorists. With no sign of the man, no bloody footprints in the sizeable amount of the liquid on the ground, he had to assume the terrorist had exited from this room.
The rumbleing behind him, Richard quickly finished off the zombie with a gunshot to the head at close range and swept his light along the area. Finally pointing it up, he saw the hole in the cealing with something covering it. Thinking quickly, mo0re on instinct than rational thought, he yanked the greande out of the slot on his vest, slipped his pistol in its holster, and ran. Using the slumped body of the zombie as a step, he sprung into the air and grabbed the ledge with his right hand. Pulling the pin with his thumb, he jammed it in a crack and let go. Running to the back of the room, sliding to the ground and covering his head as the grenade exploded. He looked up and saw light flood into the room.
He stood up again and ran, again using the zombie as a step and jumping p to grab the ledge. He pulled himself up with ease and looked around. Empty, but it looked like people were here not long ago. The lights were on, at least.
He was quickly able to find his way to the emergency stairway, taking them two at a time up to the lobby and out the front door. A step or two behind each and every employee, and the terrorist.
(Richard has exited the Eden Corp. Building.)
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