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Mission Parameters Exceeded (Trinity Blood, Tres/Abel)

Title: Mission Parameters Exceeded
Fandom: Trinity Blood
Pairing/Character: Tres/Abel
Author: Karanis
Recipient: Oni
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smutty XD Spoilers for the Barcelona arc (about mid-way through the series)
Summary: Tres' mission is to find Abel and bring him back, but he finds a bit more than he expected.


Target: Father Abel Nightroad, AX Member, recently returned from Barcelona and currently believed to be at large somewhere in Rome.

Mission Parameters: Acquire the target and return him to the Vatican. Target status of 'alive' is preferable. If target is deceased upon discovery, his body should be returned without delay. Use of firepower to assure success of mission is not recommended nor encouraged.

Mission Status: In progress.

Tres had been searching the city of Rome for 14.647 hours now, and had yet to make any measurable progress on the execution of his current mission. He walked tirelessly through the mazelike streets of the ancient city as the sun set, barely visible through the heavy clouds, but casting a feeble orange glow that did little to warm the cold stone buildings and cobblestone streets.

He had moved in a spiral pattern through the city, working outward from the Vatican during his search. Public buildings were given a cursory internal inspection, particularly those which Tres' data suggested Father Nightroad would be inclined towards, in his current emotional state.

Data obtained from Cardinal Caterina Sforza indicated that Father Nightroad was in some kind of distress due to events transpiring on his last mission to Barcelona. Tres didn't fully understand the reasons for this, but he did know that humans had an odd tendency to react to stimuli long after it had passed.

They called this phenomenon 'emotion', and it seemed terribly wasteful of resources.

Today was a good example. Abel Nightroad's input and expertise, as well as his considerable skills, were vital to safeguarding the city from certain specific threats, and he was nowhere to be found.

The fact that the other humans seemed not to be intending to censure Father Nightroad for his behaviour was even more baffling. He was wasting everyone's time and energy, which could be put to better use.

After so many hours of tireless searching, Tres had strayed into a run-down part of the city. Here, even in the seat of Christian enlightenment, some vampires lucked in the shadows, but none of them were so foolish as to molest a man in Vatican robes. Other predators also lurked, but the human trash wasn't worth even a cursory scan with Tres' sensors.

As he moved deeper into the poor district, it began to rain. The water didn't bother the android one bit, but as the downpour worsened, the human and vampire trash quickly found cover and disappeared even from the alleyways.

Tres stopped in front of a small church, looking up at it consideringly. There were indications that the tiny place of worship had once been beautiful, though modest. But now the gilding on the doors had been stolen and most of the stained-glassed windows had been broken. The steps and facade were cracked and crumbling, and the steeple stood at a slight angle. It looked as if the roof leaked.

It was such a rundown and obviously abandoned church that the android almost simply continued on, but he started up the steps instead. He wouldn't have called it a hunch, but an analysis of probabilities. Whatever it was, he eased the unlatched door open and peered inside.

His infrared sensors immediately detected a hunched figure sitting in the front pew. Despite what it looked like from outside, the interior of the church was warm and dry, with no smell of mould, as there would be if the roof leaked. Some of the pews had been smashed to kindling and there was a sizeable pile of ashes on the floor. Clearly the church had been used by squatters at times in the past.

But the altar was intact, if bare, and the interior was dusty, but not defaced by graffiti or wet with rainwater. There was a distinct scent of wood smoke, but it was not unpleasant.

All of this was taken in and stored away as unimportant data as Tres entered the church and pulled the door closed behind him. The door squeaked on its hinges and trembled a little, unused to any sort of movement, but held for now.

The figure shifted at the sound, but didn't turn. Tres did a pattern match as he stepped carefully around the remains of fire in the narthex, entered the nave and walked down the centre aisle. The search produced a positive identification based on clothing, hair and build patterns and Tres spoke before he'd taken more than five steps down the length of the church.

"Father Nightroad."

The figure shifted once again, and if Tres had understood the word, he would have said he was concerned. He quickened his steps and planted himself in front of the hunched priest, frowning down at him. "Father Nightroad," he said, louder and more clearly. "Are you injured?"

Abel finally lifted his head faintly. His glasses had slipped down his nose and he pushed them up with a long finger. The man's eyes were reddened and he looked even paler than usual, and that was saying something.

"No," he said. "Tres, I don't know how you found me, but please... just leave me alone." The man's voice sounded heavy, as if each word was weighed down with limestone bricks. His eyes didn't quite meet Tres', sliding to one side and down.

"Unacceptable," Tres replied. "My mission is to bring you back to the Vatican."

"I'm not going back, Tres," Abel replied softly.

"Unacceptable," the android informed him succinctly.

Abel's eyes slipped closed and he leaned back slightly in the pew, tilting his face up towards the vaulted ceiling. "It's not your fault you don't understand," he whispered, almost to himself.

That did not fall within the parameters of a response that Tres was anticipating, and he frowned faintly. "What is it that I fail to understand?"

The priest shook his head, his eyes still closed and turned towards the ceiling. "Guilt," he said after a long pause.

"Guilt," Tres echoed, then paused, searching his data banks quickly before speaking again. "Noun. A feeling of responsibility or remorse for some offence, crime, wrong, etc., whether real or imagined. The fact or state of having committed an offence, crime, violation, or wrong--"

"Stop."

The android fell silent, realizing that Abel was now looking at him, an inscrutable expression on his face. "Those are words, Tres. You can say them, but that doesn't mean you understand. You don't know what it is to feel those burdens on your shoulders, to feel their weight dragging you down. And you never will."

Tres was silent for a moment, wondering if Abel was remonstrating him for something. "I cannot," he said slowly.

"You're right," Abel said, shaking his head and lifting his hand in a dismissive wave. "That's why I said it wasn't your fault." The corners of his mouth lifted faintly, and then dropped again. "For that, I envy you, my friend."

"Why do you envy me, Father Nightroad?" Tres asked, frowning. It had always seemed to him that humans enjoyed their emotions. They wallowed in them night and day.

Abel only shook his head, and when he lifted his head again to meet Tres' gaze, he was smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "When did they say you had to bring me back to the Vatican?"

Tres bought up the mission files and scanned them quickly. "A timeframe was not included within the mission parameters," he said.

"Okay," Abel said. "Did they say if I wouldn't come, that you should drag me back at gunpoint?"

"The use of firepower is not recommended nor encouraged," Tres quoted.

"That's nice," Abel replied, and this time his smile had a bit of teeth. "Then if I promise to come back with you when I feel better, will you go and leave me in peace?"

"Unacceptable," Tres said. "A timeframe was not specified, but haste was implied. And you might run away when I am gone."

The priest's lower lip pooched out in a pout, and then he brightened suddenly. "Well...well can I at least have until morning?" he asked, his voice rising in a bit of a whine. "You can sit right here, and watch me, even." He patted the pew next to him with his hand, smiling expectantly.

Tres' eyes dropped to that patting hand, then rose back up to meet Abel's gaze again, taking in that innocently cheerful expression. He opened his mouth to ask what difference it would make, leaving now, or leaving in the morning, but for some reason the words died in his throat.

Slowly and deliberately, Tres moved around the front of the pew and slid in next to Abel, sitting down in the indicated spot. Abel beamed at him, but the smile faded quickly. His eyes darkened and he turned them away, gazing at the plundered altar with its chipped and age-darkened cross hanging above it, the image of Christ standing out in sharp relief.

Minutes ticked by and the silence lengthened. The interior of the church was getting very dark and the patter of the rain outside grew louder. A wind had picked up and blew rain in through the broken windows, dropping the temperature inside until Abel began to shiver faintly. He had fallen back into that same miserable, hunched position he had occupied when Tres had first arrived.

More time passed before Tres realized that Abel was slowly starting to lean towards him. As his shoulder contacted the larger man's chest, he turned towards him, a hand reaching up to curl in the layers of fabric that formed Tres' robes. Perplexed, Tres held very still as Abel drew his glasses off and pressed his cheek against his shoulder. "Father?" he whispered uncertainly.

"Hush, just..." Abel said quickly, a note of impatience in his voice. "I'm cold."

"Oh," Tres said, falling silent. His body had been created to mimic a human's as closely as possible, and so he did have body heat to share. And he didn't suffer from the cold, but he imagined with the wind howling through those windows above that it would be quite uncomfortable by now.

After a few moments, he lifted his arms awkwardly and draped them around Abel's shoulders, drawing the slender man closer.

Abel stiffened in surprise, then relaxed with a sigh, shifting and laying his head against Tres' shoulder, his forehead tucked into the android's neck. After a few moments, his shoulders began to shake and Tres tightened his arms with concern, thinking that the man must have been colder than he thought.

Then he registered the cool wetness of tears soaking into his collar and stiffened, realizing that Abel Nightroad was crying.

Crying did not fall within the parameters of his data banks. Certainly, he knew humans cried, and that this denoted sadness or pain. But he didn't...quite...know what he was supposed to do.

"Father Nightroad," he said, his voice a little stiff and awkward. "It appears that you are in some distress--"

"Abel," the priest whispered, his voice oddly rough as though there was something constricting his throat. "You can call me Abel, Tres."

"Abel," Tres echoed immediately, correcting his behaviour module to ensure he would call him by his first name henceforth. "As I was saying, you appear to be in some distress. Can you please advise me as to how I might aid you in this situation?"

The priest was silent for a few moments, body nearly thrumming with tension. Tears continued to slip down, but the shaking in his shoulders had ceased. "Just...do what you're doing," he said finally. "You're doing just fine, Tres."

"Positive," Tres replied. He cinched his arms a little more tightly around the other man, providing physical support to lean against, and waited.

Abel's shoulders soon began to shake again, and more tears soaked into Tres' robes as he cried in silence. However, it didn't take long before the tears stopped, and the trembling in Abel's body stilled. The priest remained where he was for a while, though, one hand curled in the front of Tres' robes and the other wrapped around the android's waist.

"I'm...sorry," he said suddenly, his voice a little muffled by Tres' shoulder.

Tres frowned, processing that. "For what are you apologizing?" he asked.

"For...this," Abel said, shifting and raising his head. He kept his eyes turned away from Tres, his hair falling forward to shadow his face. "For getting emotional all over you."

"Negative," Tres replied. "Humans cannot help their emotions. You need not apologize for them. That is just more illogic."

He rose abruptly to his feet and headed back up the aisle toward the west end. Abel glanced up in surprise and followed his progress with his eyes. "Where are you going?" he asked, barely disguised disappointment in his tone. Tres wondered at that. Hadn't Abel been trying to get rid of him only an hour before?

"You are still cold. I will build a fire," Tres announced.

Abel sat and watched him as he dragged more bits of previously-broken pews into the pile of ashes in the middle. He piled some smaller shards of broken wood underneath them and lit the fire with a match, coaxing the flame to life.

By the time the larger pieces had begun to catch, Tres had smashed another pew to kindling, and Abel had hesitantly approached to the outskirts of the circle of heat radiating from the fire.

Tres finished piling up the wood and sank down to sit on the floor. He looked up at Abel. "Do you wish my body warmth as well? You can sit between me and the fire and be quite warm."

Abel's eyes widened faintly, but he nodded. "All right," he said in a hesitant tone. He stepped between Tres and the fire and sat down, leaning back awkwardly until his back rested against the android's chest. Tres had no trouble remaining upright as Abel leaned on him, and he wrapped his arms around the other man with more confidence than before.

The fire crackled merrily. Every little while, Tres freed a hand and dropped another log onto it, sending sparks dancing up towards the high ceiling. The heat drove the chill away, making the rain seem unimportant and distant. Tres listened as Abel's breathing grew more regular and concluded that he was drowsing.

Soon Abel shifted, obviously asleep. He turned onto his side, his body cradled against Tres'. In fact, with the android sitting cross-legged, the move placed him in his lap, sitting sideways with his head tucked against Tres' neck.

Thinking nothing of it, except that Abel was just trying to get more comfortable, Tres cinched one arm around Abel's back to support him, and allowed the other to rest on his opposite hip.

But Abel didn't stay still. His hand came up to cup the back of Tres' neck and he nuzzled into his skin, right where the tears had soaked into the android's collar. Tres started at the sensation, which sent stimulation down into receptors at the bottom of his spine.

How odd.

"Cain..."

The whisper was almost inaudible, and Tres frowned, ducking his head down and wondering if Abel was asleep after all. "Abel?" he questioned softly.

The kiss was utterly unexpected. Abel tilted his head up and sealed his lips to Tres' with an air of desperation. The hand at Tres' neck tensed, holding him still as their lips touched and the priest did something with his mouth and tongue that sent a bolt of sensation right through Tres' body.

One might have thought that an android would lack reflexes, that every movement was the result of calculations that took only microseconds. But Tres was no simple robot. His brain was as complex as a human brain, and sometimes weird things happened.

Without conscious volition, Tres suddenly moved. Abel awoke with a cry as the android shifted upwards and he found himself falling onto his back on the cold tile floor of the church. It was lucky that the priest didn't fall right into the flames. When the flurry of movement ceased, Abel was on his back looking upwards with a stunned expression. Tres was on his hands and knees, knees straddling Abel's thighs, and gazing down at him with a frown.

"Tres," Abel whispered. "You...startled me. What's--"

That sensation, it had been so intense. Tres was still trying to sort it out. "You kissed me," he said - an attempt to explain. "It felt strange."

"I'm sorry--"

The words were cut off as Tres sealed his lips to Abel's, this time. The android's tongue slipped into Abel's mouth, which was slack with surprise, and he tasted sweet bitterness.

Tea, his sensors analyzed, with a higher than average concentration of sucrose. There were traces of blood, as well, which Tres wondered at but discarded as a question for another day in almost the same moment.

Far more important than what Abel had had for lunch, was how interesting the shape of his tongue and lips and teeth were, and how that shape was somehow having an effect on the state of Tres' body.

Abel was making soft noises in the back of his throat. Tres watched what little of his facial expressions he could see from such a short distance away, and the other priest's eyes were closed, his eyebrows drawn together as if in concentration.

The noises didn't sound distressed, though Tres wasn't exactly certain what they signified, so he didn't stop what he was doing. He was especially encouraged when the other man reached up and wound his arms around Tres' neck, tugging him closer.

Finally, though, Abel began to tug urgently at the back of Tres' collar, and he lifted his head, though not far. His body was responding strongly to this, and it felt...pleasurable in a way that he had never experienced before. It was hard not to simply keep going.

The moment their lips parted, Abel drew in a breath and let it out explosively. "C-couldn't breathe," he gasped, and Tres blinked.

"My apologies," he said, though he noted that Abel's lips - swollen from the kissing that they were - were curved upwards in a smile.

"It's okay," Abel replied with a sigh. His fingers were moving in an aimless pattern at the back of Tres' neck. "Did that...mean anything to you, Tres?" Abel suddenly asked softly. "Why did you do that?"

Tres experienced a sudden urge to silence the questions with another kiss, accompanied by the desire to start removing Abel's clothing. He felt slightly overheated himself, and his lower body was especially flushed with heat. But he controlled the urges with some difficulty.

"It was pleasurable. I wish to experience more," he explained quietly.

Abel blinked in surprise. "Really?" he asked, his pale eyebrows drawing together in a frown. "But...why would that be?"

Tres considered for a moment. "My body is designed to mimic a human's in such a way that I would be indistinguishable from one should I need to go under cover on a mission. Perhaps this is part of my response matrix."

Abel snorted softly, an amused but sardonic smile coming to his lips. "I guess they did intend for you to be able to go under covers if you needed to."

Missing the joke, Tres merely nodded. "May I kiss you again?"

The pause before Abel responded was longer than it should have been. Tres found himself experiencing an unusual sort of impatience in this situation and very nearly made the choice moot. He was beginning to lean downwards again when finally, the other priest nodded. "Yes, you may," he said. "And I can show you...other things, too. But you must promise that no one will ever find out we did this, Tres."

Tres didn't question the necessity for that. He merely nodded. "Acceptable."

Abel smiled at the response, the expression soft and affectionate. Tres reflected that at the very least, this seemed to have raised the other priest's spirits, and that was a positive benefit. He didn't hesitate before bending down again and meeting Abel's lips once again. This time he kept the contact a little lighter, allowing Abel time to breathe.

With a sigh and a soft moan that Tres interpreted as a sign of pleasure, Abel arched his back, pressing up against him as his arms wound around the android's neck again. The pale-haired man lifted his knee, rubbing between Tres' legs experimentally.

That was the centre of the sensations Tres had been experiencing and he jerked suddenly when Abel's knee contacted him, a stronger jolt of pleasure shooting through him.

Tres' own breath stuttered and he deepened the kiss again, his tongue plundering Abel's mouth. Abel responded wholeheartedly and their tongues lashed together for long minutes before he pulled his mouth away again.

For a moment, Tres was disappointed, but Abel raised himself upwards a little from the floor and kissed lightly up his jaw line, finally closing his teeth around his earlobe. His knee continued to rub unceasingly at the bulge between Tres' legs. "Does that feel good?" Abel whispered into his ear, tonguing the bite soothingly.

"P-positive," Tres whispered. Maybe he needed to get his speech module adjusted.

That thought flew out of Tres' mind in the next moment, though, as Abel pressed harder with his knee and simultaneously ran his tongue around the shell of Tres' ear. He shuddered at the sensation, one arm going around Abel and pulling him a little higher. Their chests pressed together, Abel's hair falling back to the floor in a silky silver wave to puddle on the tile.

"Sit up," Abel instructed gently, his breath cool against Tres' ear. "I want to show you some things."

Nodding, Tres shifted back and sat, pulling Abel against him. The other priest curled his legs under him and moved gracefully into a kneeling position, capturing Tres' lips with more aggression than he had shown to this point. One hand settled on Tres' knee for support, and the other began to work on the fastenings of his robes.

Tres lifted his own hands to try to help, but Abel batted them away and he settled them around his shoulders instead, allowing the other priest to undo the clasps one by one.

The short cloak went first, Tres' pauldrons clattering as they hit the tile. Then Abel stripped him of his gun belts, and went to work on the robes themselves. Each clasp undone exposed a bit more of Tres' skin to the air and soon the fabric fell away to puddle on the floor behind him.

Without hesitation, Abel trailed his long fingers down Tres' chest and stomach, and then curled them around his member, which stood straight and stiff out from his body. Tres gasped anew at the sensation as Abel fisted his cock, closing his eyes and tightening his arms around the other priest.

Abel pressed a tender kiss to his temple as Tres lowered his head to Abel's shoulder, gasping and shuddering as the pleasure spiralled upwards through his body.

As the minutes passed, Tres felt something much more intense rising up inside him and he clutched at Abel's robes, surprised that the fabric didn't tear under his hands. His breathing grew more rapid and shallow, though there was no real reason for this he could discern.

But long before that sensation could reach its peak, Abel removed his hand from Tres' sensitive flesh. The android cried out in protest but Abel silenced him with a kiss.

"Hush," he soothed him when their lips parted again. "Tres, you're so raw and honest," he whispered. "But please have some trust in me. It'll be all right."

Tres nodded, removing his hand from Abel's wrist. "I'm sorry," he managed.

"Don't be sorry," Abel replied with a smile. He disentangled himself and shifted down to stretch out on his stomach. His hair fell to frame his face.

Tres trembled as Abel's breath ghosted over his heated flesh, and then found himself tilting his head back with a groan as Abel's lips closed around his cock.

His hand rose and fisted in Abel's silver hair as the other priest began to bob his head up and down.

Tres felt like his circuits were going to overload, and the only thing he could do to bleed off the incredible stimulation was to vocalize the moans and cries that bubbled up in his throat. How that helped, he couldn't imagine, but it seemed to.

He braced himself on one hand and held Abel with the other as if anchoring himself on the other man. His hips made short, jerking motions in counterpoint to the movement of Abel's head. The priest rode it out, not choking as Tres fucked his mouth with slowly increasing fervour.

Finally, though, Tres was crying out again as Abel pushed himself up despite the insistent pressure of Tres' hand.

"Abel, for the Lord's sake--" Tres began pleadingly.

"Don't bring Him into this," Abel snapped, his eyes darting back and forth to take in their surroundings.

They were the first harsh word's he'd spoken and his tone immediately gentled. "Be patient, Tres. I told you I was going to show you a few things. You want to learn, don't you?"

As he spoke, he was unfastening his own robes, allowing them to fall away and revealing a slender body unmarked by blemish or scar.

Finding himself interested in Abel's body in a way he hadn't recalled being before - had some sort of switch inside him been flipped? - Tres nodded without taking his eyes off of that shapely neck, the prominent collarbones, and dropping all the way down to the prick jutting from the nest of silver curls at the join of his legs.

"Positive. What are you going to do next?" Tres asked. He was feeling quite unbalanced up to this point, not knowing what Abel was going to do, and each thing he did seemed better than the last.

The smile on Abel's lips was a bit mysterious. "I'm going to show you Rapture."

Tres nodded again. "Acceptable," he said, reaching out to take Abel's arm and tug him closer.

Abel smiled at that for some reason and allowed Tres to drag him forward. The next kiss was even more heated than before, all gasps and lashing tongues and teeth clacking together. Abel only encouraged the energy, shifting forward and pushing Tres back at an even sharper angle, and straddling his hips.

Before Tres could quite figure out what Abel was planning, he felt the other priest grab his member at the base and lower himself down onto it. The head of his cock pressed against something for a moment, and then the resistance parted and Tres felt his cock being squeezed so tightly he let out another cry at the sensation.

Abel sank down, panting harshly as Tres entered him unprepared, until he was seated fully in the android's lap. Tres was also panting, aware that Abel was reacting to this, and still not entirely certain what was happening.

All he knew was that it put all of the rest of the amazing sensations Abel had shown him to shame.

Tres seized Abel by the shoulders and shifted, moving slowly as Abel cried out and twisted, his face screwed up tightly with what looked like as much pain as pleasure. Carefully, Tres laid Abel down on the pile of priest robes on the floor without allowing himself to slip from the priest's body.

He paused when Abel shook his head wildly. "Wait! Wait!" he gasped, clinging to Tres' shoulders with such force that if Tres hadn't been mostly composed of metal and plastic, he might have bruised.

"What's wrong, Abel?" Tres asked, nonplussed. Abel curled his legs around the larger priest's waist.

"Just wait, wait a moment," he whispered.

Tres struggled to hold still against the demands of his bodily urges, not something he had ever had to deal with before. Slowly, the pained expression eased and the soft shallow gasps started to deepen and turn to moans in the back of his throat at each minute movement of their bodies.

"O-okay," Abel said finally. "You can move now."

Tres almost asked what he was supposed to do now, but then his body began to rock backwards almost of its own accord, and he thrust forward hard, burying himself to the hilt in Abel's body. A ragged gasp tore itself from his lips, and he heard Abel's answering cry, the other priest dropping his head back to the floor.

The android didn't hesitate or hold back. He drove himself deep into Abel's body, encouraged by the cries Abel gave with each thrust. The sounds filled the vaulted ceiling of the church, drowning out the patter of the rain and the crackle of the dying fire.

The urgency of their coupling slowly increased. Abel rocked his hips up with each thrust, driving Tres even deeper into his body. He reached between them and fisted his own cock, giving it long, deep pulls that pulled even louder moans from his throat.

Finally the silver-haired priest jerked under Tres' weight, his body spasming around the android's cock and bringing even more pleasure to the surface. It overwhelmed the last of Tres' shaky control and he convulsed as well, feeling waves of pleasure slam through his body and shatter his mind.

He realized he was sinking down on top of the still-panting Abel, and rolled off of him onto the hard tile floor. Abel groaned when his softening cock pulled from his body, but otherwise lay limply, recovering. Tres found his own breathing returning to normal quickly, and he noticed that the odd changes in his body were now disappearing.

Abel had fixed him, and in the most exquisite way he could imagine.

"Now," Abel said softly, his voice still a bit breathless. "I think I've taught you as much as I can tonight."

"A shame," Tres murmured.

Abel rolled onto his side and pillowed his head on Tres' shoulder. That seemed very right, somehow, and Tres curled an arm around the slender man's shoulders, tugging him closer. "Perhaps... I can give you more lessons another time," he whispered muzzily, smothering a yawn.

"That would be acceptable," Tres said with a nod.

Abel smiled and rested a hand in the centre of Tres' chest. "Thank you, my friend," he whispered. "Good night."

Tres grabbed his own robe and drew it over both of them like a blanket. Abel was already laying on his own, and it made a rather rudimentary bed. By the time he'd tucked them in, the other priest's breathing had grown regular and even.

If Tres had been capable of feeling human emotion, he would have said he felt contented in that moment as he gazed up at the darkened ceiling of the church, holding Abel against him and listening to him sleep.

Perhaps there was something to the way humans worked, after all.
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