Day 8: Fic 1: Too Sharp a Sun
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babylon5_loveToo Sharp a Sun, Parts 1 and 2
Too Sharp a Sun
Title from Dylan Thomas—‘Sometimes the sky's too bright’
‘Sometimes the sky's too bright
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.’
Standard disclaimer applies; not my characters or settings or backgrounds, those are JMS and other copyright-owning folks'. But they are my words.
Part I
Delenn was working hard on the policy paper outlining the
It was getting late, and he still hadn’t checked in with her. She had put David to bed about an hour before, although he begged and teased to be allowed to stay up for his father’s call. Walking around the sitting room, she tried to stretch her muscles, which were tense with fatigue. The meetings today had seemed to go on forever. Wandering into the kitchen, she filled a cup of tea from a warming carafe. Sipping the drink, she considered that at times she almost regretted the founding of the
She settled back into the chair in front of the computer, determined to finish this last section before allowing herself some time for private meditation before bed. As she touched the screen, some papers rustled and blew off the table. ‘That’s odd,’ she thought as she bent to pick them up, ‘Where has that breeze come from?’ She glanced over to the sliding doors leading out to the garden, and froze when she observed they were open. She distinctly remembered closing them after showing David the direction in which his father’s ship had flown when he had left. The guard stationed outside those doors would never enter without announcing himself, so there someone else must be here…inside. ‘David!’ she thought immediately. Straightening back into her chair, with no outward indication of her unease, she slid her hand down the left side of the keyboard, pressing a small button discreetly located there.
The screen lit up immediately, and she was relieved to see Susan’s face. “What is it, Delenn?” she asked.
Delenn replied easily, “I was just taking a break, Susan. How is the situation on Level 14?”
Susan’s voice remained steady as she replied, “Same old, same old, you know how it is. Say, I was in the middle of something here. Can I call you back?”
“Certainly, but do not wait too long. I am getting very tired, and will retire soon.”
Delenn broke off the connection, sure her message had been received, and help would arrive shortly. She considered her options. She had to check on David first. She considered trying to contact the guard at the front door, but then whoever was inside might reach David before she did. In any case, Susan would be there soon, and her first priority had to be the safety of her son. She rose, stretched, and went over to a table by the open door. She gently eased open the small drawer, reached in, and withdrew her denn’bok.
She then quietly but swiftly strode towards the inner door that led to David’s bedroom. She eased open the door, and was relieved to see him lying in bed, asleep, sprawled almost sideways in his earnest slumber. His stuffed gok had fallen off the bed, and she bent to retrieve it, keeping her thumb over the release catch on her weapon. She tucked the toy in beside her son, then gently touched his face. His eyes snapped open. She laid her finger to his lips, indicating he was to remain silent. He saw the denn’bok, and his eyes widened. “Stay here,” she whispered, “Do not interfere, no matter what, David.” He nodded, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his breathing to maintain the illusion of sleep.
Delenn took up position just inside the door, allowing her eyes to completely adjust to the darkened room. She would wait here, protecting her son, until help arrived. She tried to calm her wildly beating heart, wishing once again that John were there. Just as she began to suspect she had over-reacted to a door open from a faulty catch, she heard something. Thinking at first that the noise came from behind her, she turned slowly and stared into the dark shadows of her son’s room, listening intently. Then, she heard it again, definitely from outside the room this time. It was a rustling noise, followed by a small scraping sound from the vicinity of her bedroom. She took a breath, then slowly peered around the doorframe. An indistinct figure was just visible against the dim light from a single bedside lamp. She pulled back into the shadows, putting the denn’bok in front of her, ready to be extended into fighting position. The shape resolved itself into a stocky Minbari in a Ranger cloak. As the figure silently glided towards the door to David’s room, she pressed the button and simultaneously stepped into the light, blocking the way into her son’s room.
The Minbari smiled grimly, extending his own weapon. Fury rose in her throat as she realized that one of her Rangers, one who was sworn to live and die for her, was preparing to strike her down. Their pikes clashed, and she strove to remember the lessons she had learned so long ago. Her attacker was stronger than she, but not as well trained, and definitely not as motivated. He lunged again and again, as she sidestepped his blows, landing an occasional one herself. Finally he caught her on the wrist, hard. She cried out, and grimaced at the pain; that hand would be useless for a while, and one-handed, she was at a dIAdvantage.
David was enthralled, watching his mother battle the stranger. He had watched his father practice with the denn’bok, and knew his mother was familiar with the weapon, but he had never seen her in action. He didn’t understand why a Ranger was fighting with his mother though—he had been around Rangers all his life. They were his protectors, his teachers, his friends. His Aunt Susan was now leader of the Rangers. This one must have gone bad somehow. He couldn’t help bouncing in his bed a little; it was so exciting. Then the Ranger hit his mother’s wrist, and he heard her cry out in pain. Suddenly his
Delenn heard David’s voice, and instinctively turned towards him. She heard a loud crack before she felt the pain as the denn’bok connected with her skull. ‘David!’ she thought, then ‘John...’ as she slid into unconsciousness.
David roared at the sight of his mother, unmoving on the floor, blood pooling beneath her head. More angry than frightened, he twisted and turned, flailing his arms, trying to get loose from the iron grip which held him suspended.
Susan Ivanova waited outside the door to the Presidential suite. She had sent one of her team around to the garden door to check on the guard who was supposed to be stationed there. She had not been able to raise him on his link. The guard who was supposed to be at the front door had dIAppeared. She knew this was a hostage situation from Delenn’s coded message, but she still had no idea how many hostiles were involved, and the location and condition of Delenn and David. Her link chirruped, and she whispered into it, “Go.”
The Ranger she had sent into the garden reported that he had found the guard, dead, and the doors open. He could see a little into the room, and reported that Delenn was holding off what seemed to be a Minbari Ranger, a cadet, at the entrance to David’s bedroom. There was no sign of the boy, or anyone else in the apartment. Then he spoke urgently, “Entil’zha Delenn has fallen! Go in now!”
The door to the residence exploded inward as a small team of Rangers, led by Susan Ivanova, entered in a highly efficient and well-choreographed manner. One Ranger launched himself at the man standing over Delenn, bowling him over onto the floor. He was followed by another, who helped him pinion the struggling man flat. Susan gestured to two others in her group to stand guard over Delenn’s still body, then she turned to concentrate on the man, another cadet, holding David Sheridan aloft. He was in a good position for a stand-off. David’s room was an internal one, no windows and only one door. It was designed that way on purpose to make it defensible against intrusion, but it worked against them when the intruder was already inside. And as he had a valuable hostage, he would be calling the shots…for now.
“Are you all right, David?” she asked.
“I’m fine, Aunt Susan…but that man hurt my mother! And this one won’t let me down!” as he replied he managed to twist around and land a hard kick on the man’s shin.
“Who are you? What do you want?” demanded Susan. She wasn’t at her best in hostage situations. She was assessing her chances of rushing the enemy, but it didn’t look good. She had two men holding the flailing Ranger on the floor, and two guarding Delenn. That left her with one other, who had entered from the garden, and herself.
“I want you to let my brother go. I will take him and make sure he troubles no one here again,” the Minbari replied. “I wish no harm to Delenn or her child. Please believe me, I came here to prevent this.”
“I need to question this man. As Rangers, you are under my command. I can give you my personal guarantee that no harm will come to either of you in my custody. Let the boy go, and we can discuss this elsewhere. We need to get medical attention for his mother!”
The man hesitated, then nodded, and set David on the floor. He rushed towards Susan, grasping her free hand. Susan pulled him close and gave him a quick hard hug, then shoved him towards the Ranger behind her. He quickly put David behind him, and urged him to be silent and stay put.
The Ranger raised his hands, open palmed, towards Susan. “I surrender to your authority, Anla’Shok Na. I accept your guarantee of my brother’s safety.”
Susan kept the man covered with her firearm, and gestured to the Ranger behind her. “Check him for weapons. I want to talk to him here. You two, take his brother to the brig—I don’t want anything to happen to him on the way either, or you will answer to me! Send for reinforcements and an investigation team. And for God’s sake, get a medic in here!”
David had quietly approached his mother. He had never even seen her sick, much less unconscious and bleeding. He stifled a sob, then stiffened his spine. He would be needed to take care of his mother, since his father was not there. He sat cross-legged on the floor beside her, and took her hand in his. “It’ll be all right, Mama. I’m here.”
The requested medics rushed into the room. One took David aside to check him over, the others gently examined his mother on the floor. She was regaining consciousness, and muttering his name. He shrugged off the medic, and returned to her side. “I’m here, I’m all right. Nothing happened to me, Mama, really. Aunt Susan and the Rangers got both of the bad men.”
Delenn struggled up to a sitting position, and pulled David into a tight embrace. “Thank Valen you are all right! They did not hurt you, did not touch you?”
David replied, “I am more likely to be hurt by you crushing me, Mama! Now let them finish helping you!”
Susan had been questioning the man who had ‘kidnapped’ David. She approached Delenn, and said, “Listen to your son…he has more sense than you do! David, I need to speak with your mother alone. Go over there with Isilinn for a moment.” David started to protest, but he recognized that look, and simply nodded and left.
“I know this isn’t a good time for you to hear this, but this man is the brother of the Ranger who attacked you. He says he followed his brother here, trying to stop him reaching David. Delenn, they are both of the Third Fane of Chu'domo.”
Delenn looked stricken. She gestured the hovering medics away, then spoke directly and quietly to Susan, “They are of Lennier’s clan? Do they know where he is, what became of him? Have they spoken to him? What did they want with my son?”
Susan looked pained at the grief and fear visible on her friend’s face. “I don’t know yet, but I will. The guard stationed in the garden is dead; they will have to answer for that, as well as for breaking their oaths. I'm afraid I have more questions than answers at this point…”
Just then the com system chimed, and the computer announced “Incoming message from President Sheridan.”
Part II
Before anyone could stop him, David raced to the com unit, hit the ‘Receive’ button and cried out, “Dad! You’ll never guess what happened! Some bad Rangers got in my room, and Mama fought one and…” He was abruptly cut off as Susan stepped in front of the viewscreen.
“Hi John, “ she said with a false brightness in her voice, “Everything’s under control here. How are things going with you?”
“Susan? What are you doing there at this time of night? What’s David talking about? Where’s Delenn?” With each question his voice became more edged with anxiety and rising anger.
Behind her, Delenn had struggled to her feet. “Move aside, Susan. He will not rest until he sees me, even as I am. I would be the same in his position.”
At the sight of his beloved wife, blood streaking her face and matting her hair, a weeping crack visible in the crest above her left ear, John Sheridan’s face froze. He opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged.
“I am alright, dearest. It looks worse than it is. There is nothing to worry about.” Delenn said reassuringly, hoping to erase the look of horror and pain on John’s face.
John turned away from the screen briefly, and spoke to someone not visible to Delenn and Susan. “Minbar, full burn. No questions, just go!” He turned back and said, “Get yourself taken care of, love. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Somebody put David back to bed. And Susan, I will call you in two hours for a full report. I expect some answers.” He leaned forward to gently touch the screen where his wife’s battered face was still framed. “I love you.
Susan heaved a sigh of relief. “That went better than I expected. And I have at least two hours left to live, too!”
Delenn winced as the medics cleaned her face and began applying salve and sealant to the wounds on her face and crest. “David, go to bed. Susan, report to me here in an hour. Wake me if I’m sleeping. I need to know what is going on before you or I talk to John again.”
“What do you expect me to find out in an hour? You people expect miracles!”
“I have every faith in you, Susan, as does John. We would never have asked you to command the Rangers if we did not. David, go to bed! Now!”
With that exchange, David reluctantly went back to bed, the medics continued their work, and Susan left with one suspect in tow, after having left two Rangers at each entrance to the presidential residence, as well as two stationed inside.
Susan strode back to her office in Alliance Headquarters, where she had been working late when she had received Delenn’s distress call. She indicated the suspect should sit in the chair facing her desk. A Ranger took up position immediately behind the man, who looked determined, if a little frightened. As well he might, thought Susan to herself. If he survived her interrogation, there was still the retribution from his fellow Rangers, not to mention what he would face when John Sheridan hit planetside. “So, what’s this all about, Ranger?”
The man swallowed hard, and began, “I told you that my brother Nashok and I are of the Third Fane of Chu’domo, the clan that Delenn’s aide, our brother Ranger, Lennier, belonged to as well…”
Susan, still wondering what in the world Lennier had to do with this, interrupted, “Does the past tense ‘belonged’ refer to Lennier’s leaving the Rangers, or do you have some later knowledge of his fate that you would like to share?”
“No, Anla’Shok Na. My brother has made claims of such knowledge, but frankly, his reliability has been suspect. We were surprised when he petitioned to join the Anla’Shok; we were surprised when he was taken for training. He had previously expressed very negative attitudes regarding the Anla’Shok, the
“Well, that hasn’t worked out so well for you, has it? What happened tonight…what was your brother’s plan?”
“I have stayed friendly with him as we trained. He stopped his wild talk of revenge and dishonor. I honestly thought perhaps the training was showing him another path. Then tonight he informed me he had guard duty at Entil’zha’s residence. He was replacing the normal guard, who had taken ill. The look in his eyes sent chills down my spine. He didn’t confide in me, and I couldn’t be sure…at any rate, I decided to shadow him tonight, to act as a second guard in case his intentions were not honorable.”
"And what did you suspect his intentions were?" Susan was beginning to lose her temper. This was not going well; Minbari tended to prevaricate rather than speak directly. She would have to talk to the actual perpetrator before she met with Delenn, and she was running out of time.
He hesitated, then said slowly, "I believe he meant to kill the boy. He believes strongly that all association with humans should be cut off, and that the child is an abomination." He stopped and asked for a glass of water. After taking a sip, he continued. “I followed him, as I said. He was stationed at the front door. When he saw me, he asked me to take his place momentarily, that he had to ask the guard in the garden something about his instructions. He seemed to be gone a long time, and I grew nervous. I went out to the garden entry, and found a Ranger on the ground, dead. I panicked and entered the apartment by the open door. A noise alarmed me and I ducked into a room with the door ajar. It was the child’s room, and I decided to stay hidden there and prevent any action my brother might take. It never occurred to me he would attack Entil’zha!”
“Why didn’t you tell someone about this?” Susan exploded. “Where did your brother get these ideas?”
The Minbari nervously licked his lips, and went on, “My brother claims that he has spoken with Lennier, and that he follows his instructions…” Then he burst out, "I do not believe that! He was a child when Lennier went off to
"You should have told someone, you know that." Susan said grimly. “Even as trainees, you swear an oath relinquishing your clan ties…your allegiance should have been to me, to Delenn, to your fellow Rangers, and to the
Delenn was sleeping fitfully. Although the doctors had given her a healing drink to ease her passage into sleep, she could not rest with her wounds, and her heart, aching. Finally she decided she would get more rest from meditation than from lying in the dark trying to sleep. So she arose, and went to a small table in one corner of the bedroom. She lit the large white candle in the center of the table, and tried to focus.
Susan approached the presidential residence with trepidation. She had attempted to question the Ranger who had attacked Delenn, but he was raving in his cell, completely incoherent, and she suspected he would be so for some time. What was she going to tell Delenn? If she mentioned Lennier’s supposed involvement, it would crush her friend. Every instinct she had told her it was extremely unlikely that Lennier had ‘put out a hit’ on David Sheridan! She suddenly wished Garibaldi was there. Maybe she would touch bases with him later, and see what he thought of the whole mess.
Delenn heard the door chime and left her chamber, nodding to the Ranger on guard. She let Susan in with a quick embrace. “Thank you! I don’t know what would have happened without your setting up our code messages.”
“It’s my job, Delenn, “ replied Susan, secretly pleased at her friend’s approval. She didn’t look too bad now that the doctors were done patching her up. Which was good, considering John was probably only a few hours away now, and she didn’t want to think about his reaction to his wife’s injuries. “Sit down, I’ll tell you what we’ve found out so far.”
Susan quickly summarized the story she had gotten from the Ranger, emphasizing his brother’s madness, and glossing over the possible involvement of Lennier. Delenn wasn’t fooled, but was too weary and heartsore to pursue the matter. She longed for her husband to be home. She asked Susan if she would like to wait with her, and speak to John from here, but Susan declined, and insisted Delenn return to bed. She didn’t protest very long, and Susan left for her next confrontation, hoping it would go as well as the last, but fearing it would not.
David lay in bed, listening to his mother and Susan quietly discussing the evening’s events. He had picked up his mother’s denn’bok when he sat next to her, waiting for the medics to arrive. He fingered the trigger button, and considered what had happened that evening; the blood running from his mother’s head, the look on his father’s face. He came to a decision.
He waited until all was quiet; then got out of bed, pulled on a robe, and went out into the room. A human Ranger stood silently by the closed door to his parent’s bedroom; one eyebrow went up quizzically at the sight of a slight boy in pajamas and robe, carrying a denn’bok, looking up at him with a serious expression. “I mean you no dishonor, but I should guard my mother,” he declared matter-of-factly.
The Ranger started to say something, then nodded, “It is your right. But I must also stay, on the order of Ranger One.”
David nodded. He understood that orders from Aunt Susan were not to be ignored. “I will stay by the door. You may wait over there,” and he gestured towards the center of the room. The Ranger bowed his head, and took up his new position. David sat in front of his mother’s door, one hand holding the denn’bok, the other clutching a link that his aunt had given him not too long ago. It had only three buttons, links to his home, to his parent’s flyer, and one directly to Susan’s link. She had told him he was not to use it casually, but only for emergencies. He hadn’t understood then, but he did now. As time wore on, he began to nod, then finally slumped over in slumber. The Ranger gently placed a blanket over the boy, then resumed his watch.
Susan awoke as the sun streamed in the open window. She had fallen asleep at her desk again. Stretching, she felt her back crack. She was getting too old for this. The call from John had been long and exhausting. She had too few answers for his liking, and his temper didn’t improve as the call wore on. At least he had agreed with her that Lennier’s involvement was extremely unlikely, and it was best not to discuss it with Delenn until they had more information. She had sent a polite demand to the Chu’domo clan elders, ‘requesting’ their presence that morning to discuss these events and their part in them. Then she must have fallen asleep. She checked the clock above the door; John should be getting in any time now. As a gigantic yawn split her face, she decided she had best grab a shower and some breakfast. John would want to see his family first, but then he would descend on her, and she wouldn’t have a free moment for a long while after that.
John called Susan as his flyer hit Minbar airspace, and told her he would see her in about an hour, after he had checked on Delenn and David. As soon as he hit the ground, he strode quickly through the corridors with two hyper-alert guards flanking him. He shrugged off aides, assistants, and ambassadors with an equal opportunity glare. Once he hit the private wing of the IA headquarters, he quickened his pace even more. It was still quite early, so he entered the room quietly. The Ranger on guard made a ritual bow, then gestured for silence, and pointed to the sleeping boy in front of his bedchamber door. John walked over and squatted down next to David, and touched his shoulder lightly.
He jumped back, as a denn'bok extended in front of him, and David, for one moment glared at him fiercely. Then, "Dad!" he cried and dropping his weapon, jumped into his arms, bowling him over onto the floor.
"Hey, give me a minute to catch my breath," said John, smiling, "What do you think you're doing, sleeping out here? And isn't that your mother's denn'bok? Where is she, anyway?"
"She's still asleep. Aunt Susan came back to talk with her, quite late." He yawned ostentatiously.
"You're tired. You should have been in bed…"
David interrupted, "Since you were not here, guarding Mama was my responsibility. I had the denn'bok, and the link Aunt Susan gave me."
The watching Ranger commented approvingly, "The boy will make a good Ranger. He has a warrior's heart."
Just then, the door to the bedroom opened, and a sleepy, disheveled Delenn appeared in the doorway. "What is going on out here, " she began, then "John!" she cried delightedly as she caught sight of her husband on the floor. He arose quickly, stepped into their bedroom, and gently took her in his arms. The world folded in on them, and they were lost in one another, in the joy of being together again.
David smiled, watching his parents through the open door, then went over to the Ranger, carrying the denn'bok. "Can you show me how to close this? And do you think you could get me some breakfast?"
"Certainly, young warrior," answered the guard, then, nodding towards the couple, he bent over to whisper "Should we ask them if they want anything?"
"No," replied David, "Mama says when she and Dad get like that, the Universe is talking to them, and Dad says the Universe is not to be interrupted. Let's go to the kitchen and see what's there."
John and Delenn clung to one another; drowning in the relief that came from another postponement of their inevitable separation. Tears came to John's eyes as he carefully examined the cuts and bruises left by the vicious blow his wife had taken in defense of their child. "I should have been here," he said hoarsely.
Delenn momentarily closed her eyes and swayed with the effort to bite back the words that often came into her throat, but that she seldom released. But you won't be here. Not always. She tried not to say the words, even succeeded in not thinking them for days on end, but inevitably something would remind her, and she would have to fight the battle anew. She knew John could see them in her eyes, read them in her stance, but she still fought to keep them unsaid. She had to focus on the moment, because the moments were all they had; and right now, he was there, and that was enough. It had to be enough.
She said, "I am fine. The doctors say it was a mild concussion and minor scalp and crest wounds. Luckily I was turning away, so it was a glancing blow."
"Susan said you were knocked unconscious; that's not minor."
"Only briefly. Everything happened so quickly, and I am still unsure what exactly did happen. Have you spoken to Susan yet?"
"No, I wanted to see you first. And David, though he seems none the worse for it. Did you see he was sleeping outside your door? With your denn'bok in hand? I thought he was going to bean me with it!"
"You see? Between Susan, a contingent of Rangers, and David, I am well protected! Now, go, talk with your son. I am going to get dressed before I join you. And send him back to get dressed as soon as he's eaten!"
John paused at the door and looked back. "Sure you don't need any help getting dressed?" he said suggestively.
She smiled and said, "Help me tonight. First you need to reassure Susan. I am sure she is blaming herself over this; even though it was her codewords that got help here so quickly, and without alerting the intruders."
When John reached the kitchen, David and Paul Adrian, the Ranger guard, were deep in conversation, diagramming the 'battle' on the table, with glasses and silverware standing in for the protagonists. John got coffee, and started to join in, when they heard the front door chime.
"That'll be my replacement," Paul said. "I'll let him in, Mr. President."
"Ask him to stay out there for a moment, would you? I'd like to speak with David privately," replied John. He looked at the boy, who was looking down at the table, something obviously on his mind. “What’s up?”
“I didn’t listen to what Mama said, and she got hurt because of me,” answered David sadly.
“There’s a saying I want you to think about, David. ‘Discretion is the better part of valor.’ Sometimes not acting is the best action we can take. It probably would have been better if you had stayed quiet during the fight, but the important thing is that we learn from mistakes, not dwell on them. You were quiet for most of the action, obeying your mother. You only moved when she was hurt, and that is the hardest thing in the world, to not go to the aid of someone we love who is in pain. I don’t know that I could have stayed back myself.”
“How do you know what is the best thing to do?”
“You don’t always. You do your best. The important thing is to recognize when you make a mistake, and not make the same one twice. That’s how we learn. We make choices in life, those choices have consequences, and we are responsible for those consequences. You did well. And guarding your mother afterwards was a good choice. I appreciate it.”
“Dad,” said David seriously, “I want to tell you something. Something important.”
“Ok, shoot.”
David took a deep breath, and looked directly into his father’s eyes. “When you’re not here anymore, I’ll take care of Mama. I won’t leave her alone.”
John was taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but something’s going to happen. Not soon, I guess, but someday. Like whenever we talk about whether I’ll go to training or to college, sometimes Mama leaves the room, you know? I followed her once. She was in your closet, hugging your Shadow war uniform, and crying. She’s sad about something that’s coming, and I think it must be about you. I just want you to know, if you have to leave us, I’ll be here for my mother. You don’t have to worry.”
John didn’t know what to say. He and Delenn had agreed not to discuss his restricted lifespan with their son, at least not until he was much older, and maybe not even then.
What should he do? Carefully, he said, “If I had to leave your mother and you, you know it wouldn’t be because I wanted to. You know that?”
“I know.”
“Then thank you. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have watching over your mother for me. But, David, let’s not mention this conversation to her.”
David gave his father an exasperated look that broke the tension. “Of course not! She would just say ‘I am perfectly capable of watching over myself’ in her best Entil’zha voice.” Like most children, he could do a passable imitation of his mother’s forceful tone. John almost laughed out loud, then gave his son a quick hug.
Paul came back into the kitchen. “Mr. President, I think you should see this. There’s a problem you should know about.”
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