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[After blowing the lid off Hakim's operation and reaching and uneasy understanding of their next steps, they leave the Necropolis behind. In the few weeks he's spent reuniting with Ana, Jack comes to realize that they need a better plan--he can make things up on the fly, sure, but now it isn't just him, so preferably their next course of action does not involve continuing to walk up to the front doors of Talon complexes and standing in front of security cameras, as much as he'd like to continue to do so.

He's been on his own for six long years, so traveling with someone else has proven to be an adjustment. It helps that it's Ana, who falls in step so easily with him that it's almost supernatural (as if no time has passed at all, to say nothing of circumstance). Still, acclimating himself to the presence of another person (even the closest of friends) is difficult. He's not the man he used to be, though he feels Ana bringing that out in him, digging things up that he tried so desperately to bury--perhaps more than he'd like.

There is something to be said for having someone at his back, however. It makes his mission easier, even if he knows, on some level, that he'll inevitably walk them both down a path that doesn't lead anywhere good. There's small solace in the fact that Ana knows what she's getting into, but it's offset by the guilt he feels that she's chosen to do this for him anyway. He defers to her for now, which is the closest he gets to an actual apology for all of this.

Because when he gets down to it, there are a lot of things unsaid between the two of them--things he thinks they could stand to talk about, but he is nothing if not very, very good at compartmentalization. He tells himself that he can bring up the tougher subjects once they have more concrete leads (his source is generally reliable, but sometimes she's a little mercurial, vanishing for weeks at a time only to resurface with the next tidbit of information). While he waits, it's easy not to bring them up at all, focusing on more immediate tasks like gathering supplies and planning their next move, fighting down the twist of something in his chest that he didn't think was still there.

He'll get around to it. But then again, he told himself he'd get around to talking things out with Reyes, too.

For now, he's hauling equipment into their new (temporary) safe house, feeling the twinge in his back where his wound still stubbornly refuses to fully close, even weeks later. He hasn't brought it up since he weathered the worst of whatever biological agent those shotgun shells were laced with, assuming that he'll heal eventually--just much, much slower than usual. Jack has resolved not to let it show. They have enough to worry about.]

They put in new facial recognition at the train station.

[An idle comment as he wanders into the main living area, such as it is. It's not a problem yet, but Jack was counting on moving on in the next few days. With their combined talents, he's sure they'd be able to stow away on a hypertrain out of the city undetected, but he'd rather not chance those kinds of cameras if he can help it.]

I was thinking I'd steal us a car.

[Is he joking? Maybe.]

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[ Working with someone again is almost a breath of fresh air, even if it brings changes that she's still adjusting to. There's no more long nights alone, no more silent stake-outs with only herself for company. Now she's back with someone she's worked with before. More than that - a friend. It's frightening in some ways and immensely relieving in others. She's decided to take steps back out into the world, to fight for something, to make a change out there, and that feels good. A lot has changed, though. She's changed.

Jack has changed.

It's working around those changes that's the hard part. It's not just their age, not just time, but also what they've been through. Her amnesia, her near-death experience - it's complicated and she's not sure she can adequately explain or express it beyond those few details she's already given him. So there are companionable silences at times. Long stretches where she doesn't feel the need to fill the void in with conversation. It helps that she's used to that; sniping has always required patience and a penchant for silence.

So they travel, moving from place to place. They find a rhythm, even if that rhythm is uneasy at times or stutters. They'll figure it out. They don't really have any other choice, after all. They have a new safe-house, some place to set up camp and stay for a while until they get their bearings. She's helping him move a few things and she's keeping an eye on him. She suspects that those wounds haven't fully healed - she can see it in the way he moves, the way he favors himself just slightly.

She doesn't bring it up. Not just yet. ]

Facial recognition. I wonder if it still works on me. With the eyepatch.

[ She's joking. Just a little. A smile graces her features as she sets down the box she's carrying. This place is out of the way, in disrepair. It will work - no one will come looking and if they have to run, there's nothing here they won't mind losing. She follows him into the living area with a little shrug. ]

Most people need their cars. Find someone who doesn't.

[ Maybe she's joking, too. ]

I don't really want to chance it.

[The two of them had, at one point, the most famous faces in the world, after all. Jack would be remiss if he thought they wouldn't get picked up by cameras even with all the years and trauma on both of them. He thinks he could handle a lot, given the things he's running around doing, but being exposed to the world as still alive is not really something he wants to deal with.

He and Ana don't agree on everything nowadays, but he imagines they can agree on that. If that means he's stealing a car, well. Jack doesn't really have any qualms. He's got slightly fewer compunctions about taking a vehicle form someone who might use it, but he thinks he

If they weren't joking, of course.]

Any news?

[A vehicle is not necessarily a priority. Jack falls into old habits easily, asking for what's essentially a debrief whenever they spend time apart.]

Nothing "new", if that's what you mean. The usual crises. I don't think Overwatch is getting back off of the ground anytime soon...

[ As much as she thinks Winston has the right idea, she's not ready to step out into the open. Not with so much scrutiny. She thinks she prefers working in the shadows. At least for the time being. She settles onto one of the dusty chairs and sighs, tugging her hood down and letting her hair spill out over her shoulders. ]

No sign of a tail. No one recognized me. So far, so good. You?

That's not necessarily a bad thing.

[Jack has made no secret of what he thinks of Winston's recalled Overwatch. All they've done is paint a target on their backs, and he doesn't trust that they won't make the same mistakes he did. Jack wasn't a politician, to start, but he had twenty years to learn how to effectively play the game in a way that Winston, mostly involved with Overwatch's science and research departments, most certainly does not. He has no idea what he's getting into, to the point where Jack can't even begin to hope they won't walk into the same traps he did.

So if they're having trouble getting things off the ground, so much the better. He doesn't think he has to say anything to Ana about that--there are more pressing things to talk about. He's got the day's newspapers as part of the bundle of supplies he's brought back, and he'll most certainly be pouring over them later.]

Nothing that I can tell. [At least insofar as being recognized by lawn enforcement or unsavory types is concerned.] Got word of a shipment moving through here in the next few days. Military surplus. Won't hurt to keep our ears to the ground.

No. Not really. Even with oversight, we had a tendency to do what we wished...

[ Which doesn't even get into Blackwatch. Or everything else that Overwatch did. They'd done good, true, but in the end it had all started falling apart. Repeating the mistakes of the past seems like something each generation does. That doesn't mean she has to like it - or support it.

She'll just keep an eye on them for now. ]

What kind of military surplus? Weapons?

[ Her ears prick up at that; doing some old-fashioned ground-work seems like it might be worthwhile. Especially now that they're settling in again. ]

[Jack grunts in acknowledgment, but anything he could add to that particular subject isn't anything they haven't been over more than once. He's become good at talking himself in circles as he got older, reasoning through every possible contributor to Overwatch's downfall over and over again. Jack has developed a seemingly inexhaustible ability to navel-gaze about what went wrong, but he's at least self-aware enough to want to spare Ana at least some of the time.

Always easier to talk business, anyway. It's almost a relief that he has something to report.]

Some weapons, some medical supplies.

[So, an excellent target for less-than-savory types looking to resell, or get their hands on advanced tech.]

We won't be the only people interested.

Are we ever the only ones?

[ There's a wry sense of amusement in her tone and she punctuates it by standing and crossing into the little kitchenette they have. It isn't much more than a hotplate and a few other miscellaneous odds and ends, but it works. It's enough to make tea with at least - which is what she's doing. She feels like they could both use something warm and fortifying. ]

We don't have the resources to block other people from our intelligence.

No, of course not.

[Trouble seems to follow them, after all, and Jack is increasingly less lucky nowadays. Of course they wouldn't be able to check on something like this without the threat of less-than-savory individuals beating them to the punch. It's true that they don't have the resources to do what Ana is saying, and for a fleeting moment he thinks if it's worth asking his informant for advice.

But he doesn't want to tell her more than he needs to, given the situation. He turns his attention to the tea instead, pulling mugs down from the cabinet.]

But I think it's worth checking out.

I agree with you.

[ She starts with the water. It will take a while to boil, but until that happens she can putter around the kitchen. The tea isn't much, but it's something they can share. She has a little pot and two mugs and that's all they really need. ]

We'll just have to be careful. We can't really afford to get dragged into something - or to have to run again, so soon.

[Jack isn't sure why he feels a little relief at that--perhaps he's still under the impression that Ana will change her mind about accompanying him on his mission sooner rather than alter. He's still guilty about more-or-less dragging her out of Egypt, even though he knows he has no reason to doubt that she's behind him.

Maybe he's just scared of losing her again. That this time, it will be unequivocally his fault.]

No, nothing like that.

[He does his best to sound reassuring, an unspoken promise that he's not going to jeopardize their current situation. Stability is difficult to find, for people like them.]

Make it quick. In and out.

[ They've both lost people - whether because they pushed them away or life conspired to drag them apart. Ana still feels guilt over her daughter. What must she think about her? About her choice to stay in the shadows for so long? She tries to banish the thought and focus on the present. ]

Smash and grab?

[ She sounds vaguely amused, lips curling into a smile. ]

Or something quieter?

You want to smash and grab?

[Jack knows that's not what she said, exactly, but given the chance to playfully needle her a little, he's going to take it. Keeps his mood up, at least, and for all of Ana's talk of laying low, he's not about to let that mention slide.

Smash and grab is more his style--reckless, headstrong. He's tried to temper himself since they've started working together, but he knows himself almost as well as Ana does. His impatience sometimes gets the better of him.]

I'm starting to be a bad influence.

[ Ana arches a brow and tries to keep a smile from tugging at the corners of her mouth. OK, she probably deserved that. She's learned to take a bit of teasing over the years, so she doesn't let it spin her out, either. ]

Sometimes it works.

[ She pauses and eyes him, as if waiting for another word. ]

Sometimes.

Is this gonna be one of those times?

[They’re joking, of course—if they’re going to do this, they’ll have to spend some time gathering intel and formulating a real plan. If, in the end, a smash and grab is deemed the best course of action, they’ll at least have discussed it beforehand. He’ll follow up with more information when he has it. For now, the kettle whistles.

It’s a nice distraction, all things considered, though he knows full well he could be walking into another minefield with what he says next.]

You trust me to make you some?

[He’s only developed a taste for tea because Ana always makes it, but he likes to think he’d be able to prepare her mug the way she likes it. A challenge, maybe, but one he’s potentially interested in.]

Maybe it will be. We'll have to find out.

[ Her eyebrow arches, but she doesn't comment much beyond that. They will find out, soon enough. It's just going to take legwork and a lot of poking around before they do figure out how they're going to approach the problem. There are more immediate issues to deal with for now.

Like tea. ]

I'll see what you can do, Jack. What's that saying about old dogs and new tricks?

[ They're both old. She's just teasing. ]

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That...they can learn them.

[He knows she's teasing, but he feels compelled to answer her in all seriousness anyway, a hesitation in his voice like he's answering a trick question. For all he knows, it might be, but she's not stopping him from taking charge of the tea.

Jack eyes her a little as he pulls down the loose leaves of tea off the shelf and carefully spoons (hopefully) equal portions into the little metal infusers. One for each mug--then he carefully pours in the hot water.]

I pay attention.

[Even if it often seems he does not.]

[ His hesitant answer makes her laugh. It's open and not unkind, but it's still at his expense. It dies out after a moment and she gives him a wry look as she settles in at the small table, waiting for him to make tea. He's not doing a bad job, honestly. Of course, Morrison always learned quickly.

Well, most things, anyway. ]

You do. It's one of your positive traits.

[Hearing her laugh is nice--it feels like genuine enjoyment for them is few and far between nowadays, so being able to joke around, at least a little, feels good. Better than he thought it would.]

Careful.

[For the moment, there's nothing to do but let it the tea steep, though he'll most certainly be keeping an eye on the exact time. It's something he never really thought of until he met her. Then again, he'd had no reason to learn the precise needs and times and water temperatures of various teas. It occurs to him that, at this point, he's known Ana for longer than he hasn't, which means there's no excuse for him to screw up the tea.]

It'll go to my head.

You mean it hasn't already?

[ Ana arches one brow, but she doesn't bother hiding the teasing, amused tone that runs through her voice. She shakes her head, cupping her chin in her hand. There's something nostalgic about this. Trading little teases and just enjoying being around one another. They were always friends, but this feels comfortable and familiar, but also different.

Things never really will be the same. ]

I'll keep that in mind in the future. I won't compliment you nearly as much.

Yeah, it might be a little late for me.

[Though Jack's ego has been thoroughly put in check the last few years. He falls a little silent after that, seemingly counting down the steeping time in his head. When he finally moves again to pull the tea bags out, it's almost disruptive, breaking a quiet, contemplative moment. He imagines Ana might be thinking about how much has changed as well--Jack thinks about it all the time.

He sets one mug in front of her and then adds sugar to his own tea.]

I'll get some maps. We can start planning.

A little late for all of us.

[ Who she means by "us" is probably clear; something she doesn't have to put entirely into words. And after that she lapses into silence as well, waiting until Jack pulls the teabags from the mug and sets it in front of her. She picks the mug up, cradles it in her hands and lets the warmth soak into her hands. ]

Let's. No time like the present.

[ She blows on the tea to cool it and takes a slow sip. ]

It isn't bad, Jack.

Ain't that the truth.

[With the tea finished, he heaves a sigh and leaves the room momentarily, gathering up the information he's pulled together over the past few days about the transport, the cargo, the loading stations. If they're going to try and intercept this, they'll need to be prepared, even if they decide the best thing to do is a smash-and grab.

Surely she'll be as pleased with his forethought as she is with his tea, even if the ultimate assessment of both is "not bad".

He walks back into the room with some files and data pads. He's got some security footage that will be useful to them, but before he gets into that, he watches her take a sip.]

You didn't spit it out, so I consider this a win.

Take what you can get.

[ She smiles at him over the rim of her mug. ]

You're improving, Jack. What's that saying about old dogs and new tricks?

[ Which could apply to both of them honestly. That said, she leans forward over the table to look at the data he's brought over. She's searching for something - she's not sure what - trying to find a vulnerability or a window. It reminds her very much of old times. She's not sure how she feels about that, of course. ]

So. Let's get to work.

[This time he just laughs, but there's relief in it, like he was half expecting to have messed it up, somehow. The knowledge that he hasn't gives him a boost of confidence when he starts setting his materials down on the table.]

We should have about three days.

[For the shipment to pass through and for Talon to make their move. Jack flips on the datapad, which projects grainy security footage. A man moves in and out of the frame at, if the timestamp is any indication, a somewhat unreasonable hour.]

I've got it on good account this individual's casing out the place for Talon.

Why is Talon interested in it? Is there anything special about it?

[ Another sip of her tea and she leans forward to examine the footage with a keen eye. ]

There's got to be a reason. They're not usually into just any smash and grab.

I guess we're all smashing and grabbing now.

[Maybe they're desperate, or maybe they're one step ahead of them. 76 isn't so concerned with the reason this shipment has attracted their attention--all the more reason for him and Ana to try and stop them.]

It's possible they know something we don't.

[Or it's a trap. That's a constant concern, when it comes to the two of them.]

Possible. They probably have a better intelligence apparatus than we do.

[ her tone is dry, but she's right. There's jsut the two of them and their assorted contacts; they don't have the funding and massive multi-government funding they used to.

Which is probably a good thing, in the end, but she misses having that suport network at her back sometimes. ]

We'll just have to find out from them.

[Jack pulls his lips tight, because though that may have at one time been the case, he’s been getting some interesting information as of late. Surely Ana has picked up on some of it--he's fairly certain he left some of the surveillance footage of Reaper up on her computer when he stormed out for a night.

He's not sure if his contact will have anything for this one, and he doesn't think they should chance it, but they're a little better off in the intel department than Ana might think they are. It's difficult, not to be able to elucidate that.]

Smash and grab?

[He sounds hopeful.]

[ Ana makes a small, thoughtful noise and takes another sip of tea. She's been sorting information, putting it all into place. There's a lot going on and only two of them. They'll need to make it work. Somehow. ]

I think so.

[ She arches a brow. ]

We'll probably have to get out of town afterwards, though. So we'd better start packing...

[It should feel like a victory--Ana deciding that for once, his methods are what they need to do, but she says they'll have to leave town and there's a pang of guilt in his stomach. He sighs, trying to disguise it in a sip from his mug.]

We were gonna have to ditch this place sooner or later.

[Though it is, of course, hard to look around the room and say that, seeing all the homey touches that they've brought. It makes him feel guilty all over again that he's dragged her into this, and despite her assurances that she knew what she was getting into, he can't help but feel like he's denying her the quiet life she deserves.]

I can start packing. Don't worry about it.

It would've been nice to stay for a little longer.

[ There's not really any judgement or chagrin in her tone, though. Just some regret. This is the life they've chosen, though. Movement and hiding and staying one step ahead of... everyone, really. ]

There isn't much to pack. We'll manage.

[Jack is sentimental by nature, so making them pack up their current safehouse comes with no small amount of guilt. He knows, on some level, that he's going to keep making them do this over and over in pursuit of his mission until he finally finds what he's looking for.

If he even knows what he's looking for, when all is said and done. Even small missions like these--intercepting a shipment to keep it out of Talon's hand is just a stop-gap measure. What does it really accomplish, in the end?

But Jack is desperate for leads, so he grabs onto whatever he can. They spend the next few days taking stock of their equipment, hiding what they can come back for later, and otherwise strategically placing the things they're going to take with them once the operation is complete.

For now, however, they've just got their gear and weapons, trading the shabby apartment for a rooftop vantage point of the rail yards. Jack is taking watch, but there's a reason Ana is the sniper--he doesn't have the same degree of patience, especially when it comes to waiting for Talon to show up so he can start bashing heads.]

I don't know how you do this.

[Sit. And wait. Watch for movement that might not ever come.]

[ Ana, for her own part, is resigned to it. Accepting. This is what she signed up for when she agreed to come with Jack - a life of movement, of never staying in one place for too long, of staying one step ahead of Talon and the authorities. Sleepless nights and long days and movement, constant movement. She'll deal with it. She's dealt with it before.

And maybe she can save Jack from himself, before the end. Before this all comes crashing down around their ears and it all falls apart.

Their vantage point is perfect and she's curled into it, settled, tested the wind. Now they wait. Although, as it turns out, Jack isn't as patient. ]

Practice. And the ability to talk to yourself.

I like to think I'm pretty good at talking to myself.

[Or, at least, he got pretty good at talking to himself in the years he spent alone. Even before Overwatch's fall, long nights alone in his office were not out of the ordinary. This however, is a different kind of quiet, and he finds himself antsy, knowing that action is coming but uncertain of when.

Or, perhaps, he's just anxious that this will be another dead end.]

Not so much sitting and waiting.

Sitting and waiting is a lot of what you do as a soldier, isn't it?

[ Ana points this out with no small degree of amusement. ]

Hours of boredom, punctuated by moments of terror and excitement. And we do it because we don't want other people to have to. Because we feel called to it.

[ Or at least that's what they tell themselves, anyway. ]

That’s different.

[It isn’t, really, though he’d argue that it involves a lot less sitting completely motionless. Maybe that’s the difference—not that he wants to pick this fight with her. As she elaborates, she hits the mark, and he nods, his shoulders rising a little to concede defeat. Either way, they can both agree that this is not how they expected retirement to go.

Not that Jack ever really expected to retire. He’d get too bored, as evidenced by this conversation.

As if on cue, however, his visor picks up movement beneath them, and his posture is instantly tense. He activates the environment scanner, trying to get a lock on the activity. Someone’s arrived here, and Jack is willing to bet it’s their target.]

You see that?

It isn't that different-

[ Ana's about to respond, but then their attention is drawn by the flicker of movement and her focus goes back to her scope. She's silent, laser focused on what's going on below them. She scans the area, lips pursed. There's a small group of men and women trailing in.

Looks like this is what they were waiting for. ]

I see it. They don't know we're here yet.

[ She glances at him. ]

How do you want to handle them?

[They still have the element of surprise, and Jack knows he shouldn’t give that up so easily, even if all he really wants to do is get in there and start throwing punches. He doesn’t have only himself to worry about anymore, which is an adjustment given his solo operations of the last few years, but it slows him down. Makes him think twice before acting, because it’s not just his skin in the game.

Part of him is grateful for that. They’ve always been better together, even if he’s taking some time to get used to it again.]

Let’s try and get a little closer.

[The visor is good for heat signatures and movement, but not so much the finer details of a target.]

Closer? Your call.

[ There's a bit of a smile in her comment. She's used to him wanting to get up close and personal, even if she considers herself more of a markswoman. She's best at range. ]

Or I can stay here and cover you.

[ She rolls a shoulder in a shrug. ]

It's what I'm best at.

It is what you're best at.

[Jack's visor is scanning the bodies below them, enough to confirm that it's just the two. Likely scouting ahead before the real operative arrives. If he's able to compromise them, they might be able to tap into the communications.]

Let me take care of these two. Then we can move in together.

Hmm.

[ She makes a non-committal sound, still scanning their targets and the area through her scope. So far, they don't seem to realize that the two of them are even here. ]

I'll follow your lead.

[ She nods finally and hefts her rifle. ]

On your six.

[He acknowledges that with a nod of his own, and with one last look over the edge, disappears over the side of the building. Jack moves surprisingly quickly and quietly for someone of his size—people tended to forget that he got his start in covert ops along with the rest of them. Fairly useless, once he was the head paper-pusher of Overwatch, but it’s easy to fall back into that training on a mission like this. He’s glad for it.

He’s glad, too, to know that Ana is right behind him, the two of them falling into step so naturally he doesn’t even have to look back to make sure he’s there.

Jack makes his way closer, sticking to shadow and hugging the sides of the building, landing softly as he swings down from the last rung of the fire escape and starts to make his approach. The guards seem none the wiser, and he lets out a slow exhale—so far, so good.]

[ They shouldn't be any wiser. They don't seem like professionals. Possibly not even ex-military. More thugs than anything else and Ana's reasonably sure she could take them out with her eye closed. She doesn't share that thought, though. Instead she sticks to Jack like glue, moving in sync, every foot placed just so.

It's just like old times. So much so that it's almost startling to her how easy it is to fall back into it. Old habits die hard, apparently.

She creeps along behind him and then pauses as they ease up to that last corner. She glances at him, the facemask of her helmet expressionless. She makes a little gesture, one that's relatively easy to interpret. ]

I'll take the one on the right.

[Thugs are good—76 can take out thugs all day, and though perhaps it won’t be the challenge he’s hoping for, he should be glad at the prospect of something easy and low-risk. Provided nothing goes wrong, of course. He knows they’re rarely lucky, but this feels fairly routine so far.

She signals, and he nods to indicate that he understands, moving in accordance with her instructions.

What happens next is almost too fast to see—he waits for the two of them to get in position, and then Jack springs into action, grabbing the left thug from behind and dragging him off into the shadows.]

[ Ana is a step behind him, but just about as fast. She closes until she can't possibly miss and then sends a dart into her target's neck. He sways, unable to do much than mumble in alarm before unconsciousness claims him. She catches him and drags him off into the darkness. A moment later she returns, glancing at Jack and gesturing - move on? ]

[Jack finishes up at about the same time she does, making sure his target is unconscious and stowed away before he takes a few careful steps to meet her. He’s impressed, how easily they can keep up with each other, even after all these years.]

Looks like we should be able to get inside.

[If they move fast, they can probably slip into the building before another patrol makes its way around. Jack comes to a stop, scanning the surrounding area.]

Cameras there, and there.

[He points them out, voice low.]

[ Ana eases up to the corner with him, eye glinting as she takes in their surroundings. It's almost comforting how easy this comes back to her. Then again, what does that say about them? About what they're doing? She tries not to think about it too hard. ]

I think there might be a blind spot we can exploit-

[ She points, tracing a perspective route. ]

What do you think?

Well, if an alarm goes off, we’ll know.

[He watches the camera move back and forth, observing a pattern. She’s right—if they time it properly, they’ll have a few moments to move through the blind spot before it shifts again. He lets it go through a few more cycles, just to be certain.]

You want me to go first?

[ Ana nods and hefts her rifle. ]

I'll cover you for the first part of the run. Then you cover me.

[ She glances at him, the smooth surface of her face-mask expressionless. ]

Go.

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woof, been a busy week. Sorry about that.

no worries!

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if you want to do some action I can jump to the mission that i am definitely making up as i go

let's do it

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sorry for the wait!

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