Archive of Our Own

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—PROLOGUE—

Blood is thicker than water.

That is something they believed in, fought for. For the family, for the clan—or so they thought.

There's many things that hurt, or leave you without ground to stand on or a course to follow. Leaving your family behind is one of them, especially when you tried everything to avoid running only for it to be the last option in the end. But not all is bad—they have each other at least.

Vincent feels his eyes starting to sting and he blinks—head in the clouds for too long got his eyes dry—before leaning forward and wiping dust off of the cracked mirror in front of him. There, he can see his face now. And he notices two things; he needs to shave, and the patch on his vest.

Still there, like he forgot about it but the reality is that wearing it feels like a second skin. he reaches for it and rips it off with two tugs. 'Bakkers' reads the old fabric, dirty with desert residue and Gods know what else. But the clan was no more, that word meant nothing... It was supposed to mean nothing.

He can't help but gently run a thumb over the embroidery, his mind throwing memories at him like he was a target for darts.

"Electric coupling module."

"Dude, you said it was nothing serious when we came in. You said you were sure."

The conversation snaps him back to reality real quick. He looks over his shoulders to see the shop's mediocre mechanic bent under their car's hood, his twin sister—Valerie—standing near said mechanic with her arms crossed tightly.

Right, they have a job to do.

Vincent throws the patch away in the end and grabs his radio from the sink, putting it inside his jacket in a small pocket before turning and walking near the other two.

He looks at his sister with a question in his gaze and she answers with a not-so-subtle eye roll.

"Well, guess I was wrong then." The mechanic answers Valerie over his shoulder. He gets up, whipping his hands with a oil-stained rag. "You two can always look for another shop where they won't ask two Nomads why they huggin' the border."

The man then crosses his arms and leans on the car like he owns it. The twins share another glance.

"We're going to pay you what we agreed on. Not one enny more." Vincent decides to say it, his sister's murderous stare being any indicator that she isn't equipped for negotiations right now.

"Huh. For that you can borrow my tools and fix it yourself."

Now that's way better. Vincent knew from the moment he saw this guy's face that he wouldn't know how distinguish an exhauster from an accelerator, let alone fix a nomad-built car.

"That's fine. Step aside." He swiftly pushes the cocky idiot aside, ignoring when the same questions what he was doing. He was doing what that dumbass clearly doesn't. "Maybe if I bypass the coupling and rig a hotwire." Vincent mumbles, carefully reaching inside the hood and disconnecting the proper cables.

"Compressor'll run on and on. Could seize up."

Vincent Ignores the mechanic, mixing the cables and rigging it like he wanted.

"Alright! Let's see what happens." His sister's voice makes him look up just enough to see her hopping inside the car in the driver's seat. They always worked in sync.

He gives her a small nod and watches as she presses the engine button. The car tries to start but gives out.

"It's like I was tellin' ya..."

Vincent ignores his intake and motioned for his sister to try again. She does and the engine almost starts.

The mechanic smiles at the failure and Vincent feels his knuckles tingle, itching to punch something.

He gives his sister another motion and she tries again, this time the engine roars through the shop like a starving beast.

"Atta girl." Vincent hums contently, closing the hood with a firm thunk.

"Hm. Not shabby at all. Question's how long it'll last ya." The mechanic quips, as if he just has to have the last word otherwise it would kill him.

"It'll get us to Night City. We'll figure somethin' else out there." Valerie tells the mechanic, adjusting the rearview mirror just as Vincent opens the passenger door to hop inside.

"Right..."

Vincent leans to the side, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Think he might know the client?"

"This slimeball? No way, bro." Valerie chuckled, reaching under the steering-wheel and catching a cable. She pulls it and Vincent already has his radio out to hand it to her.

"Antenna on this heap don't seem like it packs a punch. Not liable to hear much."

"You don't say..." The twins simultaneously deadpan at the mechanic.

Out of the corner of his eye though, Vincent spots a pair of legs walking to the garage shutters. Sharp boots and wide hem pants. He slaps Valerie's wrist and jerks his head to where he was looking.

Valerie disconnects the cable and hides the radio just in time for the town's Sheriff to lift the shutters. "Just our fuckin' luck." she borderline growls under her breath.

"Relax..." He answers in an even lower whisper.

The Sheriff sways his hips inside, like any gonk character pulled out from an Old West fantasy. Ancient shit. "Hey, Mike. Didn't know you had costumers..."

The mechanic was now sweating bullets. If the twins weren't running on a tight schedule they would be laughing at his miserable self. "Uh, them two ro-rolled in a few hours past! I... I... I thought, er, they'd at least called into ya."

"Don't you sweat it, Mike. We're gonna hash it out."

The Sheriff then turns and walks up to the car. Strutting with the confidence of a man bigger than his own body. Valerie's knuckles squeeze the wheel once before releasing, following the sigh that left her lips. Vincent looks at her for a moment before his eyes flick to the man now leaning against the driver's window.

"Don'tcha know you owe the Sheriff a word when you pay his town a visit? to tell 'im what's brought ya here, maybe even over a cup o' coffee?"

Valerie finally looks at the man, giving her best innocent-woman smile. Vincent has to chew his own tongue. "No need to worry. We won't be stayin' long."

Though it was obvious this man wasn't fooled by female charm. "Din't answer my question, now, did ya?" Vincent could see Valerie count to 10 internally, probably talking herself out from speeding over this guy and bust out of town.

"Name's Andrew Jones. Probably heard of me." Continues the Sheriff. Honestly Vincent has to look away at this point. They were raised in the desert, being taught how to fix cars before reading a book. The fuck kind of question was that? "Served in spec ops during the last war. "Silver Shoguns"... ring any bells?" The man tries again, and the twins both have to hold back an eyeroll. So that was this guy's angle with this.

After their silence was registered, the Sheriff steps back from the car with a frown. "Don't like to get along, do ya?"

The twins observed as he walks around the car, stopping at the front and putting his feed up against it, leaning on one knee. "That a Nomad vehicle? Mighta expected that..."

Vincent feels a white, hot tug at his chest. Fuck this guy. "We'll just fix it and go. No reason to linger." He snaps at the officer, a little too firmly.

The men stare at each other, as if the first to look away would be flatlined. That theory was proven wrong when the Sheriff looked away first, a sigh escaping his nose. "Ahhh, nope. Ya sure as shit don't." a beat of silence... and then, "Nothin' boils my blood like a fuckin' stray. Where'd your clan pitch camp?"

Son of a fucking used up bitch.

"There is no clan, there is no camp. We're here on our own." Valerie answers before Vincent did. A good thing because he does not want to deal with this bullshit.

"Ain't buyin' it. Nomads always stick to their packs."

"Not if there's no pack to stick to." Valerie fires back. "The clan's done, in pieces. That's why we're headed for Night City."

"Makes you two outcasts among outcasts. Sure as hell hope you'll be on your way before long..."

Vincent scoffs, "Talk 'bout hospitality..."

Though Valerie speaks up before the Sheriff could respond to her twin's jab, "We saw a broadcast and comms tower on our way in. Our antenna's down, and we really need to radio someone."

The Sheriff scoffs, stepping back from the car again, now choosing to pace back and forth real slow. "What yall need's to hightail it outta here without another word. Ain't got no mind to see you driftin' around these parts, got it?"

Valerie—finally having enough—closes her door with a muffled thud, "You really like the sound of your own voice, don'tcha, Sheriff?"

"What's that drifter? What're you on about?"

Valerie then smiles through the window, waving a dismissive hand, "Nothin'—nothin' at all."

"Hm, yeah. Best that way."

She drives off, out of the shop and onto the old road, taking it slow towards the radio tower.

"... We shouldn't contact McCoy."

"Vince, not right now."

"Valerie, he can tell the nation where the fuck we're at. We're dead then."

"Damn it, Vincent, I know! But we don't got all day to complete this job." She shot back as they reach the tower. She puts the car in park and turns to her younger twin. "I'll figure something out, appeal to his good side... Won't be long, bro."

Vince sinks further into his seat as his sister exits the car. A sharp headache starting to form.

The conversation with McCoy went as well as it could. Valerie managed to mellow him out enough for one last, discreet, favour. The client's whereabouts. They said their goodbyes, knowing that if one day they cross paths again one of them will end up flatlined.

"Sure this the place?" Vincent's voice comes from her side, her brother now clearly lulled by the car's soft rumble.

"McCoy said so. So let's hope." She parks and gets out, waiting for Vince to up and follow her. She takes note when he swiftly tucks a revolver on his back before following her in.

The moment they step in they're greeted with a warm voice, one sure capable of soothing you but also biting back in an argument. "Oh, was worried I'd have to turn to farming. Heh! Ehh... sure hope you two are here for me."

"Are you Welles?" Valerie asks first with a firm step forward.

"Er, Jackie, por favor."

"I'm V, and this is my brother, also V." She gestures to Vince behind her, and he just nods once.

Jackie looked intrigued, then a chuckle rumbles out of his chest. "Well fuck me. Twins even in name? That's very confusing, friends."

That was the point actually. After leaving the Bakkers they decided to have the same name in order to confuse people. The more the camouflage, the more chances at survival.

"It seems you have cargo that needs to be moved." Vince prompts, looking at the crate where Jackie's feet were laying against.

"Well, where I'm from you share a bit about your soul before you talk biz, eh? It's kind of like a custom, or just good manners, y'know?"

Valerie now cracks a smile. Well would you look at that, something rare in the desert sands. "You're a man of principles?" She asks, sitting down on the couch.

Vincent follows suit, sitting beside her.

"You need a backbone, chica. At least you'll have that left when they've taken everythin' else."

"Well... Why don't we start with you, then?" Vincent says, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.

"NC native, right here. Got Heywood in my blood."

"We've never been to NC. Doesn't mean much to us." Valerie comments with a small shrug.

"So, imagine a place where everyone's like your bro or your sis, or... a distant cousin, at least." Jackie tries and this time it lands.

They don't need to imagine a place like that... They've lived in it.

"Haha... I think we understand. You don't have to like each other, but its family." Valerie says with a nostalgic voice.

"That's Heywood. That, and everyone's packin' Iron." Jackie chuckles, "And you two?"

Vincent then leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "I guess... One could say we're from our own Heywood."

Valerie nods. "Nomads, born and raised in the desert. Big family, always travelling around." Her smile flickers. "Not anymore though..."

Jackie nodded with a silent understanding, before raising his free hand and pointing at the two twins. "Yall and me, we're gonna get along fine." He swiftly shoves the crate beneath his feet towards them. "The cargo."

They eye it carefully, before Valerie pipes up. "What's inside?"

"You sleep better the less you know. Got no idea myself, and that's a good thing."

"Wait. You don't know what we aim to smuggle? These are stolen corporate goods." Vincent speaks up this time, standing up but keeping his eyes on the crate.

"'Stolen'? Naw... Some gonk lost the crate, some other gonk found it, passed it on. Now it's here. Y'know... butterfly effect or whatever."

"An there's no one lookin' for this crate?" Valerie presses on a little bit more.

"Ain't a problem if they look. Only a problem if they find it before it crosses the border, no?"

Valerie couldn't argue with that. Besides... they need this money. She gets up nodding, "Alright. Let's load it up in the car."

"You got it." Jackie grunts and gets up, lifting the crate in his arms.

Valerie has to admit that the man is a tank,—or it could also just be the volume of his jacket.

"Started thinkin' you two might not come."

"Hm... we got held up. And you weren't exactly easy to find either." Vincent quips. He approaches the car and turns to Valerie, positioning his hands as if to catch something. She gets it and throws the car keys at him. He drives better under pressure.

"Aa, decided to lay low, y'know? The Sheriff... looked like one grouchy motherfucker."

"Yyep..."

Vincent opens the trunk and Jackie places the crate inside, sounding like he struggles a little. "What a fat-ass." But the grin on his lips is undeniable as the trunk is closed with a loud clunk.

"... Heh, it's marked LOA, perfect." Vince says the moment his eyes scanned the big white letters on the black paper.

"What's that mean?" Jackie asks nervously.

"Lost on Arrival. It means the cargo was flagged as 'to be lost' as soon as it crossed the border." Vince explains calmly, folding the paper and placing it inside his jacket.

"Whoa... so they know we're smugglin'?"

"They're about to find out." Vince answers calmly.

Valrie hated this. She knows her brother is capable of taking care of himself, but she hates corpo, badges, any and all people who think they're untouchable just because they are one floor above them on the food chain. And Vince... Vince will always be her baby brother.

A guard in front of the car speaks up loud and clear, "The owner of the vehicle in the inspection area will report for further questioning."

"Ugh, chingada madre... What now?" Jackie looks at Vince, as if he'd be the savior of the day. He might as well be.

"Relax. It's all in line with procedures. All part of the plan."

"Hey, guess you know what you're doin', huh?"

Vince swiftly puts the car in park, and Valerie leans forward in between the front seats, Looking at Jackie. "If we want the customs officer to turn a blind eye to out dubious docus, we'll need a sweetener. Do you have the credit chip with the bribe?"

"Oh... yeah. Heh, forgot about that." Jackie gives half a smile, handing a pink chip to Vince before he steps out of the car.

"Right. You forgot."

Vince steps out and Valerie leans back on the backseat, sighing heavily. "Be safe, little bro..."

Jackie looks at her over his shoulder, but says nothing, choosing to remain in his own square within the small space of the cabin.

Vince returns a few minutes later with a tight spring in his step, not the happy type. The 'let's get the fuck out of here' type.

"V, what happened in there?" Jackie asks, now sitting in the driver's seat because of Valerie's early suggestion.

"I'll tell you soon. We need to get outta here."

"Yeah, OK." Jackie swallows, waits for the road blockers to lower before he steps on the gas gradually, picking up speed on the highway.

"Brother?" Valerie prompts, seeing as Vince reached down, opening a compartment beneath his feet—a false floor covering a small storage hole—to catch two modified pistols. He passes one to Valerie.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Vince said, unlocking the safety in the gun and checking the chamber. Valerie does the same. "Drive, Jackie. Just drive."

After a bit of driving Jackie was the first one to notice some vehicles in the distance, getting closer and closer. "Someone's comin' out way. This does not look good."

Three black, armoured vans approach, trying to close them in. "STOP YOUR VEHICLE IMMEDIATELY!" A voice blared from one of the vans' speakers.

"Let's get out of here!" Valerie yells as Jackie floors it, the wheels singing against the pavement along with the motor's sudden rumble.

"On it!"

Jackie swerves and twists in the sand when they leave the asphalt , regaining control after a few nasty turns in the wheel.

"YOU ARE TRANSPORTING CONTRABAND THAT IS CORPORATE PROPERTY! I REPEAT—STOP THE CAR!"

"Shit!" Valerie lowers her window quickly, and learns out of the car, barrel pointing at the corpo vans following them. "FUCK OFF, YOU SLIMY BASTARDS!"

Her pistol's recoil shocks back to her shoulders, the adrenaline shooting straight down her spine and back up her neck. It was addicting to flirt with death.

"V! Get the tires! Aim for the tires!" Vincent yells from his own perch on the other window, his eyes trained at the vans pursuing them.

"I know!"

One van's hood catches fire after a smart bullet from Valerie's pistol, it swerves and goes straight into a wall, exploding on impact. Valerie cheers and Vincent whoops.

Everything blurs with the adrenaline pumping through their veins, tires popped, blood spattered and more vans exploded before Jackie managed to lose the stragglers from their tail.

The twins weave back inside the car, breathing heavy and shaking slightly. "Fuck—forgot how addicting this shit is." Valerie chuckles.

"Reminisce later, sis." Vince reprimands her, but he too was sporting a shit-eating grin.

"Mierda, close call. We lost them." Jackie sighs heavily, "Jesus, not sure my nerves can handle this."

"Keep driving, Heywood boy. We can't stop here." Vincent says with a chuckle, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Jackie nods before turning into what looked like a ghost-town, all houses were blacked out. "Place looks deserted. Gonna stop here, need to sort out a few things before we go on."

Valerie didn't question, too busy trying to get her heart back to a normal rate. It felt like the pumping organ was trying to jump out of her mouth. She yelps when the car is forced to a park because Jackie didn't step on the brakes in time and they hit a wall inside a random garage. "Fuck—not the car..."

"Fucking hell..." Vincent laments, carefully padding off the random specs of glass that landed on him.

"Motherfuckin' cocksuckers!" Jackie yells out as he gets out of the car and pulls the garage shutter close behind them.

The twins get out of the car, still a bit winded and with way too many thoughts swirling in their heads.

"Fuck..." Vincent crouches down, finding better balance closer to the ground rather than up on his legs.

"They almost tagged our asses! That what you two call smugglin'?! Chingado!"

Jackie turns to the twins, pointing a finger at either of them, "It was supposed to go smooth! No problems!"

"Chill, dude. Sometimes these things happen." Valerie says calmly, leaning against the car and tucking the modified pistol away.

"This?! What kinda shit happens?!"

"Border security tipped off the corporation that we have their cargo." Vincent explains just as calmly, flipping his pistol in his hands, as if trying to check for any scratches on a new piece.

It was obvious to the two Nomads that Jackie's never done a job like this. That thought almost gives them a chuckle. Almost.

"What's the deal with these borderlies flippin' us the finger as they fuckin' please?! With no consequences!"

"He took a risk. He assume we didn't have a clan backing us, and he was right." Vincent says more, now standing up on more stable legs. "Deliveries are easier with a clan for backup. But that wasn't an option."

"Pff... Pendejamente ridiculo... So what now?"

Valerie steps up, arching a defined eyebrow. "We could ask the same thing—will you keep whinin', or will we put a bow on this thing?"

Jackie... suddenly looks very uncomfortable. He crosses his arms and leans on the garage shutter. "Uh, I ain't gonna lie... I'm a bit light. I can't pay you two now." Valerie's eyes widen slowly, and she looks at Jackie as if he's grown a second head. "Have somethin' for you once I collect my scrap for this corpo crap we're carryin'."

"Huh. And you just figured my sister and I would just sit by patiently?" Vincent questions Jackie, looking at him with the same expression as his sister, if not a bit more tight.

"Actually, I wasn't gonna pay you two at all. Was just gonna bust ass and disappear as soon as we crossed over. But..." He looks between the twins, "You two are all right."

That shouldn't make them as happy as it did.

"We... appreciate the honesty." Vincent says finally, echoing his sister's feelings as well.

"So—what's next?" Valerie asks, looking between Jackie and her brother. Starting to feel that maybe their start in Night City will be a good, albeit strange one.

"Now we take a peek inside." Jackie says with the air of a child when Christmas comes earlier. He walks to the trunk and opens it, gesturing to the crate. "Who wants to open it?"

Vincent chuckles, perching himself against the trunk, "Me." He only touches the crate once and his blood runs cold. "Aw shit. It says Arasaka on the crate... We are robbing some heavy hitters."

"Than maybe we'll make some heavy money." Jackie says, which prompts Valerie to smile.

"Open it already." She says, approaching the trunk with a gnawing curiosity.

Jackie did just that, cold fog comes out of the box, barely covering something green and long... "No mames! A REAL Iguana! A, uh, Lesser Antillean, I think."

The twins lean over, observing the shiny scales and odd spikes coming out of the creature. "Whoa..."

Valerie extends an arm and pokes it. "Think you can make some money on it?"

"Sure! It'll make us happy." Jackie says promptly, crossing his arms and grinning at the twins.

"Us?" Vincent asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, partners. We'll go thirds." Jackie talks with a quiet confidence. "Any decent fixer'll find a loaded gonk interested in a rare gem like this." He looks down at the Iguana, his eyes softening. "It's kind of a shame, though... Always wanted a pet. I got the name Manny all thought out."

Valerie chuckle, one of the few genuine ones she's allowed herself ever since the Bakkers.

"Hey, by the way... you two, uh, got any plans for what you'll be doin' in Night City?"

The twins look between each other. The plan was to first get to Night City and then figure it out... So, "No, we don't have any plans." Vincent says it finally. "We've spent the last years travelin' between states with our Nomad family."

"Ah, prolly be waitin' for you two somewhere, eh?"

"No..." Valerie says it this time, her voice sombre. "No... Family's gone. We decided to go our separate ways."

Jackie's eyes soften again, this time even more than before. Pity, great. "That must be tough, huh? Havin' no one to go back to?" You have no idea. "But don't you two worry. Lemme help yall with digs. Gotta live somewhere too."

The twins look at him now like he had three heads. Was he offering to be their village?

"S'important to have people you can turn to. Y'know, like, uh, family. Maybe you two'll find your own down in Night City."

Vincent steps away from the car, truly at a loss for words. "Thanks... much appreciated." Was all he could say.

Jackie smiles wide. "Hey, c'mon! 'S nothing. We got chemistry, all three of us! Be a cryin' shame to waste it... partners—" He goes to shake hands with Valerie first but the Iguana surprises all of them by moving and snuggling up to Valerie's lap. Jackie chuckles, "Aww, cuddly little fucker."

"Y'know what, Jackie?" Vincent steps closer, clasping Jackie's hand that was still in the air. "You're not all bad yourself."

Jackie, now clearly flustered, shakes hand with Vince firmly. "Ha-haw, you don't mean that, mano."

Valerie chuckles, "Ok, partners! Time to grab this lizard and scurry outta here."

The 'lizard' hisses when she picks it up.

Meeting Jackie was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best thing that could've happen to the V twins. They didn't just found a partner, they found their triplet. It was like the three of them didn't need to communicate much for their minds to be synced.

"Helloooo there, Night Cityyyy! Stanley here with ya, and we got another day ahead of us in this city of dreams. Oo I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage once and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!"

Oh, and mama Welles? She was good to them, too good. The twins had a hard time adapting to having a mother figure again, but once they did get used to it, it was like mama Welles has been their mother for years. She was terrifying yet the best woman they've met in that city so far.

"Every new day here means a hundred new arrivals! But only half these gonks'll survive a year. And that's if it's a good one! And why do these peeps come to NC? Well, to be street samurai like Morgan Blackhand and Wayland Boa Boa! The greater the risk, the bigger the bounty, kids. Or so they say..."

Doing gigs with Jackie, robbing corpo bastards, meeting Misty and Viktor... all of it was going smooth. So smooth in fact that soon enough the twins had money to buy their own individual rides. Valerie chose a Hella EC-D i360, that she modifies herself. And Vincent chose an Apollo, a motorcycle that he also modifies in his spare time. The Nomad life will never truly leave them, at least not everything from it. Which is why they rented a private garage when they got their sweet rides.

"But you can only be a major league player for so long! The faster you live, the faster you burn out—if you don't get a bullet to the brain first!"

But not everything was a bed-of-roses. Now being involved with Merc work, Valerie and Vincent have put themselves out there, put faces to the name V, and with that comes a target. And consequences, like being attacked in the middle of a dance floor when all you wanna do is grind against a hot person. But all it does to the twins is turn up the flames in their hearts, a desire to burn even brighter. To dare people to try again.

"NC's legends! Know where you'll find most of 'em?! The graveyard."

And half a year after they arrived in Night City, the twins managed to rent out an apartment for themselves at a Megabuilding. It wasn't the most luxurious place ever, but it was enough for them. They had a bathroom and a shower, TV and couch, computer and armoury, a wardrobe to share and finally a bunk-bed. The view from the window was nice enough, worth a cup of coffee in the early morning.

"Matters not where you're from, matters not where you start. What matters here is the walk you walk! In Night City! The City of Dreams!"

"Can you shut that off? That guy is insufferable..." Valerie asks from the armoury, deeply focused in cleaning her shotgun inside-out.

"What, I thought you liked radio?" Vincent jabs, but turns the radio off either way.

"I like radio when the host is a hot woman who can lull me down with just her voice."

"Fucking gay." Vincent said, sipping his coffee with a grin.

"Says you, the one who sneaked away to fuck a guy in the bathroom last night in the club." She shot back, poking her head out of the armoury to look at her brother.

"He was cute, and I was drunk. Perfect combo." Said Vincent simply.

"Gross."

"Yeah yeah. Say, finish up quick, we have to go meet Jackie in a few." Vincent downs his coffee before throwing the plastic cup in the trash and going to their wardrobe. He skimmed through his jackets and picks a leather one with lots of pockets.

Valerie soon comes out of the armoury with her shotgun slung over her shoulder. She picks a hoodie from her side of the wardrobe and soon followed her brother out of the apartment.

They needed to meet Jackie for a gig for Wakako. And one thing they know about that woman is that she’s ruthless, just as she can be polite. But first they needed some actual food in their stomachs beside from just coffee and random snacks.

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