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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are some OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
New Author Note: Hello! Just wanted people to know why this is a day late. I bought a new video game last week and got it Monday. So I've been playing it ever since. I'm about halfway done with the storyline, but I plan on getting all the goodies as well, so it'll be a while before I beat it. So I'm taking a computer break for a while. I'm pretty sure I'll be back by next Wednesday, where updates will be normal, though. The only reason I'm on now is because my sister and her friends are over for her birthday and are watching a movie with my Xbox 360. Once its over, I'm moving it to my room and continuing to play. But I wanted to get on to post this and check my messages. So there you go, that's my explanation
Old Author Note: I'm sorry about last chapter's end :( Every time I read it I cry. I sorry if I made any of you cry D: Sad stuff makes me cry all the time! I'm pretty good at writing sad things. I've dealt with death quite a bit since we've always had so many good pets pass away and I've lost grandparents in the last 7-8 years, so I have experience. But crying can be good! Makes me feel better afterward. Anyway, the next few chapters are of Robin's stay with Drake. Book 1 is nearing the end, so stay tuned!
SladinForever

For the rest of the ride, Robin hadn't changed his position, still angry and upset at what happened. They were back on smooth ground. Drake strummed his fingers on the arm rest as his arm lay there. The small wall moved aside a few minutes later.
"Almost there, sir," Larson said.
"Thank you."
Robin's right ear twitched. Meanwhile, in the back of the van, Beast Boy had finally stopped crying over the poor bear cub. He had woken up from the gunshots. He had pretended to still be out when Larson opened the doors and threw the cub in with him. After seeing what Drake had done to his leg, Beast Boy was sickened by it. Not wanting the cub to continue suffering, he had killed him. That was why he had been crying up until that point. He knew it was the right thing to do, but it still upset him. He'd never killed an innocent creature before.
The van slowly came to a stop and the sound of people walking around came in through the walls. Glaring, Beast Boy turned into a tiger and waited. Drake's door opened, revealing a few people on the other side. A scrawny nineteen year old greeted him.
"Welcome back, boss," he said enthusiastically.
"Thank you, Danny," Drake said. Turning to look at Robin, he patted his foot. "We're at Headquarters, pet. Get up."
Not waiting for a reply, Drake got out of the car and stretched. Robin didn't move or look up. Danny cleared his throat.
"You heard him. Get out of the car." Robin didn't budge. His tail fell onto the seat and flopped up and down softly every few seconds. Getting impatient, Danny reached in, grabbed it, and pulled. "AAAAAAAAAAACK! Get him off me! Get him off me!"
The second his tail had been pulled, Robin had turned on the unsuspecting teen, claws and fangs at the ready. He was currently holding Danny down on the dirt ground, growling angrily in his face. Lifting his right hand, Robin was about to hit him across the face with his sharp claws, but a hand grabbed his wrist firmly, making him stop.
"Don't hurt my employees, pet." Drake pulled Robin to his feet before handing him off to Larson. He pulled him away from Danny, who scrambled to get up. "You alright, Dan?"
Danny was breathing heavily from fright. Robin glared at him, his ears all the way back and his tail wagging back and forth threateningly, as a warning to not piss him off.
"God, he's a monster," Dan said.
Robin growled loudly.
"That's what happens when you pull on tails," Drake said, dusting him off and ignoring Robin. "Get a few of the guards and get the stuff out of the back. There should be a boy and a bear cub in there, both helpless."
Danny smiled, his fear suddenly gone. "Yes boss."
Danny bolted after turning around. After staring after him a few seconds longer, Drake turned around and approached Larson.
"Mort, I need your assistance."
He stopped a few feet in front of Larson. A large fat man with brown hair and matching mustache came out of the small crowd. He wore a black uniform with a black belt. It carried a club, three knives, and metal rings.
Reaching Drake, he said with a deep voice, "I'm here, boss."
"Collar my pet for me, Mortimer. I will be unloading the van while you do that."
"Yes boss," Mortimer said, taking a ring off his belt. While Drake went to remove the tarp, Mortimer approached Robin, who continued to glare. "It's about damn time you got here, boy." He stopped in front of him and Larson. "Just hold still and I won't pinch your neck." Robin was silent and completely still. Holding the collar with both hands, Mort tried to place it around his neck. Turning his head suddenly, Robin opened his mouth wide and chomped down on his hand. "GAAAAAAH! Dammit!"
Drake stopped what he was doing to turn to his employees. He saw Mortimer's left hand bleeding from bite marks that Robin's fangs left. Leaning sideways against the van, he watched the next few attempts at getting the collar on Robin's neck unfold, smirking.
After wrapping his hand with bandages, Mortimer had Larson hold onto Robin's chin to keep his head still. Holding the collar with both hands again, he tried a second time. When he was close enough, Robin kicked the front of his ankle bone, making him growl in pain. Robin instantly lifted his other leg, pushing both feet hard into Mort's stomach. He lost his balance from the force and fell, crashing into the ground. Some employees couldn't help but snicker at the incident. Mortimer had never been knocked down before, and by a child less than half his size no less.
"Damn brat," Mortimer mumbled, attempting to stand. He had some difficulties. Once he regained his balance, he stepped up to the defiant teen, who was still this whole time. "Hold his legs, Larson!"
"Yes Mort."
Larson wrapped his legs around Robin's from the front, holding them still. Mortimer tried a third time to get the collar around his neck. Jerking his head out of Larson's grip on his chin, Robin elbowed him in the ribs on both sides, jumped up before they both fell because of their legs, and spun around in the air, kicking Mortimer directly in the neck. His head jerked painfully to the side and he fell onto his stomach, unconscious. Some of the other people froze in shock, a few gulping. Robin landed in a crouch, digging his nails into the dirt and growling at him. Dan and a few guards arrived by that time, looking stunned.
"He knocked Mortimer down?" Danny asked. "No one has ever knocked him down."
Gritting his fangs together, Robin suddenly charged at Dan, who's eyes widened in fear. He stumbled and tripped, landing on his back. He sat up and tried to scramble away right as Robin lunged, his claws ready to tear him to shreds. Like a girl, Danny screamed.
A metal collar came around Robin's neck and the ends locked together. It was attached to a pole. A guard pulled it down. Robin fell inches from Dan, who had peed his pants in his fright. Robin growled angrily at him.
"Well I have." Danny looked like he would faint. Robin bared his fangs. "What's the matter? Wolf got your tongue?"
There was silence for a second, but then someone started to clap. Jerking his head to the right, Robin growled at Drake, who actually looked impressed.
"You see, pet, this is why you're special," he said, stepping up to his crouched form. He stopped clapping when he reached him. "Not only are you the first anthropomorphic to be created, not born, but the first to ever defeat Mortimer. Your strong will and raw power is what I like to see." Grabbing the collar, Drake pulled Robin to his feet, bringing his face up to his own. He smirked while Robin growled. "You belong to me now. Anyone dumb enough to try and take you from me dies." Drake shoved Robin away, who almost stumbled and fell. He regained his balance. Drake turned to the others. "Robin is my pet and if any one of you think of taking him from me, I will kill you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir!" almost everyone said simultaneously.
Smirking, Drake turned to Dan, who looked up at him. "Go take a nice, hot shower, Dan. My men will take it from here." Nodding numbly, Danny slowly stood up and headed for one of the cabins, almost walking like a penguin while he kept his legs spread. Some of the employees held back laughs at the hilarious scene. "Guards, take care of the cub and changeling. I must take my pet to my office. I have tons of work to do."
"Yes, sir."
Four guards went to the back to open the doors as Drake turned to Robin. He walked past him and took the pole from the other guard. He was about to head for the largest building in the wasteland right as a guard opened a door. Robin's eyes widened when he saw a large green tiger jump out and attack him. The man cried out as Beast Boy clawed at him, anger clouding his judgment. Drake turned back and stared at the scene in annoyance. After the guard started to bleed, Beast Boy spun around and roared. Once he laid eyes on Robin, they widened and he changed back while in a crouch.
"Robin?!"
Robin's eyes widened. "Beast Boy!"
One of the guards looped a snare around Beast Boy's neck, tightening it around him.
"Gack!"
Beast Boy fell backwards after the guard pulled on the pole. He struggled to get free, resulting in his airways getting cut off from the wire. Growling, Robin spun around, aiming a roundhouse kick for Drake's ribs. The man grabbed his ankle, forced his knee in between his legs, and forced him down onto his back, digging his knee into his gut. He pushed the end of the pole against the ground as he leaned over him.
"Stop and apologize, or I'll have him killed."
Robin was panting. When he heard Beast Boy gasping for breath, he swallowed. "I'm sorry."
Drake stared at him for a few seconds before getting up and calling the guards off. The loop loosened around Beast Boy's neck. He coughed and gulped in air.
"Take him to the Chamber. Make sure he's locked up tight. I don't want him escaping. And don't forget the cub. I need his DNA."
Robin and Beast Boy both started to rise at the same time. The green Titan rubbed his throat. "I-I was coming to find you. Right after we got your e-mail. Then dickhead behind you attacked me." He glared at Drake. "What the hell do you want?!" Robin's ears fell. Ignoring the changeling, Drake tugged on the pole and headed for the building several yards away. Robin had no choice but to turn around and follow him. "Robin! I'm sorry for what we did to you, okay! I'm really, really sorry!"
Robin stared at the ground as he walked after Drake. The guard yanked on his pole, forcing Beast Boy around and making him walk.
"Back to work everyone!" Drake said to the others.
"Yes, sir!"
Robin inhaled deeply and then forced it out. His tail wrapped securely around him. Reaching the large building half a minute later, Drake opened the large door and stepped inside. Robin stepped through and looked up. His eyes widened as the door slammed shut behind him. The building was a single floor, except for the small office space up above, and was filled with cages. The sounds of animals echoed through the vast space. Robin glanced at them, noticing tons of children and teens with ears and tails of animals attached to them. In a far corner sat a bunch of science labs. Dozens of scientists were putting chemicals together and burning water and concoctions. In several places around the room were concrete boxes with windows. Kids were inside, being examined and getting tested. For what, Robin didn't know. In one place, there were a bunch of people at desks, taking phone calls and writing or typing stuff down. It looked like a giant factory. Robin couldn't believe this was happening. Where had all these kids come from?
"Ah, well if it isn't the special freak."
Robin stopped next to a cage. An eighteen year old boy with messy, brown hair, dark brown skin, and golden eyes with bits of green was holding the bars, poking his head through. He had a long black tail and black cat ears. Drake turned to him.
"Afternoon, Noah. Behaving today?"
Noah snorted. "You know jaguars, they're stubborn. So no." He looked at Robin. "I don't see anything special about a filthy, smelling mutt."
Drake tsked at him. "Now, now Noah, be nice. I don't want to have to put you in with you-know-who again."
Noah snorted. "Whatever, piss face." Drake chuckled. "By the way, I'm starving. Your servers are too fucking slow."
Robin looked away, not liking Noah very much.
"Patience is a virtue. And one more remark is gonna get you into the Coliseum, without dinner in your stomach."
Noah laughed. "I can take that stupid snow leopard on any time," he said loudly. Robin noticed out of the corner of his eye that some of the other kids in cages were rolling their eyes or shaking their heads. Some were even holding their hands over their animal ears to stop listening to him. "Anyway, have fun with your master, mutt." Robin looked back at Noah, who was smirking at him. "Your ass is fucked."
Looking over at a guard, Drake called to him. "Noah needs another timeout! Take care of him for me!"
"Yes boss!"
Letting go of the bars, Noah stepped back and folded his arms over his chest. He sneered at Robin, whose ears fell back. Drake tugged lightly on the snare pole, causing him to look away and follow him towards the stairs leading up into the office.
"Later, mutt!"
When Drake reached the stairs, he took the pole off the collar, handed it to a guard, and then ascended the stairs. Robin followed, feeling upset again. They soon reached the door. Drake unlocked and opened it.
"You won't be seeing them very much," he said, closing the door behind Robin after he entered. He walked past him. "Only when I have potential buyers come in will you be put in with those kids." Going to the desk, Drake sat down in his black leather chair. "Come sit over on my left side so I can explain my rules to you." Robin hesitantly approached him. "Sit like a dog in a sitting heel position. But be on your knees with your hands out in front of you."
Robin's eyes narrowed as he did what he was told. He sat on the back of his legs on the hard wood floor, his hands curled into fists out in front of him. He already felt humiliated. He was a human being, not an animal. "Now, every day you will sit here by my side. If you get tired after a while, you can lie down, but not on your side. You will keep your legs underneath you at all times. You only get fed breakfast and dinner. No snacks or lunch in between. If you stay quiet when employees come in or are good, I may give you a treat." Robin was starting to think Noah was right. In Drake's eyes, he was just a mutt, not a human with feelings. "If you need to use the bathroom, tell me and I will let you go. When I have employees in here, don't speak unless spoken to. Most will ignore you anyway. Some may or may not want to pet you or something to that effect, but if they do, don't attack or you will get punished for it. I expect you to be fully obedient and respectful. Do you understand, pet?" Robin stared at the floor, his knees already starting to ache. He tensed when Drake placed a heavy hand on his head. "This is the part where you say, 'yes, sir'."
"…Yes sir," Robin said, defeated.
Drake patted his head. "Good boy. I have tons of paper work to do, so be quiet unless you need the bathroom."
"Yes sir."
Robin's arms started to shake. He was not used to this position, period. For the next few hours, the sound of a pen clicking as Drake wrote on paper resounded around the office. To distract his aching knees, Robin glanced at the room and noted its contents. There was a large bookshelf near the front door, filled with novels and encyclopedias. There was a second door, closed, which he thought could be the bathroom. To his left were two mattresses on the floor, covered in heavy blankets—one king-sized, the other a single. Neither had been made, making Drake seem like a slob. The walls were white and smooth. The desk was made of dark oak. There were two black baskets filled with papers on the surface. One was an IN box, the other an OUT box. Drake placed a piece of paper into the OUT box.
After another hour, Robin felt like his knee caps would break. They hurt really bad. He exhaled quietly out of his nose. Something suddenly beeped. Stopping what he was doing, Drake picked up a black device with a screen. He pushed the button at the top, the alarm stopping mid-beep. The screen showed the time: 7:00 PM.
"Well, it's dinner time," Drake said, setting his pen down and then leaning back to stretch. "Hungry?"
"No sir," Robin said tiredly.
Drake dropped his arms onto the arm rests. Placing his hand on Robin's head, he began to pet him softly, scratching behind his ears every so often. He stopped suddenly to look down at him. "I just now noticed how soft your hair is." Drake felt his ear. "The fur on your ears is soft too. I like how black they are." Robin closed his eyes, wishing he'd shut up. Taking his hand away, Drake stood up. "Well, if you're not hungry, I guess you can go to bed if you're tired. You have a bed right next to mine. You should use the bathroom first."
Pushing his chair back, Drake stood up. Bracing himself for the pain to come, Robin slowly rose up, doing the same with unbending his legs. They ached so much and the feeling was almost gone. Once his knees were completely unbent, they cracked loudly, making him wince. With the feeling gone in his feet, Robin started to fall backwards. Drake was suddenly there, grabbing him before he injured himself.
"Ow."
Drake helped him stand. "I might give you a pillow to use tomorrow. I should've thought of that before." Drake slowly let go. Robin was able to keep his balance, but his knees and legs were really sore. "The bathroom is over there."
Drake pointed to the other door. Having to pee, Robin slowly wobbled his way over, the pain in his knees becoming too much for him. He soon made it in and shut the door. He peed and drank cold water from the faucet after washing his hands. There was a single shower with a glass door to his left, the toilet on his right. The mirror was attached to a medicine cabinet. Robin was tempted to look through them, hopefully to find a good weapon, but he expected Drake to search him. So he washed his face with the water, dried off, and then left, the pain in his legs somewhat diminished from standing. When he stepped out, Drake was waiting for him. He patted Robin's head as he passed him to use the bathroom.
"Your bed is in the corner."
Drake shut the door behind him. Sighing, Robin slowly walked to the smaller bed, pulled the messy-made cover back, and stared at the bed. It was stark white and clean, but most importantly, soft. Longing for a moment like this in this Hell hole, Robin stepped onto the bed and instantly plopped down. By the time he was situated, he heard the toilet flush. Wrapping his arms around the white pillow, Robin held it, digging his fingers into it gently. Drake opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him. He paused at his desk when he saw Robin lying in his bed, an exhausted look on his face.
"What's wrong with you, pet?" Grumbling, Robin grabbed the blanket and yanked it over his head. Drake shrugged before sitting back at his desk. "Okay, good night."
Robin stared into the darkness that the blanket gave, thinking on how to break out, save Beast Boy, and return to Slade for help. Tears soon formed in his eyes when he realized how much he missed the Titans, but more importantly Slade. Despite being a jerk back when he was his apprentice, he was okay now. Robin kept hearing his voice in his head.
I will save you.
But would he do it in time?

Robin didn't remember falling asleep that night. He especially didn't think he'd sleep so long. He almost didn't want to get up, he was so warm and comfy. A hand shaking his shoulder told him otherwise. Growling lowly, Robin slowly opened his eyes.
"Time to get up, pet." Rolling over, Robin saw Drake staring down at him. "It's past noon. Decided you deserved the rest." Drake patted his head before standing up and jumping off his mattress. Robin slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands. "I want you to eat before taking a shower. Does rabbit sound good?" Robin wrapped his arms around his knees, looking off to the side. Drake noticed the upset look on his face. "You still haven't gotten over those damn bears?"
"You haven't the faintest idea how hard it was to hear that cub calling for his mother for help," Robin muttered. "That cub didn't deserve that pain."
Drake scratched his temple. "Well it's dead now. Your friend must have put it out of its misery because it was dead when they took it out of the van." Robin's ears fell. That must have been so hard for Beast Boy to do. "Well, what do you eat? We have rabbit, fish, chicken, doesn't even have to be meat. Some of the kids are herbivores so they eat fruit and stuff."
Robin's stomach growled after hearing the selection of food. The last thing he had was toast and oatmeal for breakfast the other morning. "Fish is fine," he said quietly.
"Alright, salmon it is then," Drake said, picking up a cell phone. He flipped it open, dialed a number, and then placed it to his ear. While he ordered lunch for Robin, he got up and walked to the bathroom. He used the toilet, washed his hands and face, and then sighed. He was not looking forward to sitting on a hard floor another day. Once done, he opened the door. "Bring water as well." Drake paused as Robin stepped out and approached the other side. "No, just bring the bottle. He might drip onto the floor if I made him drink out of a bowl."
Robin felt another stab to his heart at hearing that. Once the call ended, Drake closed the phone and set it down.
"I almost don't mind the floor, but a bowl? Really?"
Drake chuckled. "Oh lighten up. My special chef asked and I said no. Now grab your pillow and sit right here. You can sit on your rear this time."
"Okay."
Robin went back to his bed, grabbed his pillow, and returned to the desk. He sat down after throwing the pillow to the floor, getting into a comfier position than yesterday. His knees were bent by his sides, his hands in front of him like before. He yawned. Ten minutes passed before a knock came to the door.
"Come in," Drake said, setting a piece of paper in his OUT box. The door opened and a man carrying a tray of good smelling food came in. "Just set it in front of him."
"Yes, boss."
The man set the tray on the floor, patted a disgruntled-looking Robin on the head, and then left, closing the door behind him. Robin looked at his meal with narrowed eyes. It was a rectangular slab of salmon, cooked in a garlic marinade and covered in pepper. A bottle of water sat beside a cup of red jello. There was only a spoon.
"I'd eat the jello first," Drake said, grabbing a stapled stack of paper. "You haven't eaten in a while. I don't want you vomiting."
Robin grabbed the cup, saying, "Yes sir."
He ignored Drake patting his head while opening the cup and grabbing the spoon to eat. For the next ten minutes he ate quietly, feeling slightly better with every bite. Robin did have to admit: Drake's chef could cook. Once he was done eating, he drank his water to refresh himself.
"Would you like to shower?" Drake asked when he noticed him done. "If not, you'll take one before bed."
Robin washed his sticky hands with his water. "I will take one later, sir," he said, wiping his wet hands on his pillow.
"Okay then. Now be quiet. I have all this paper work to do."
"Yes, sir."
Robin sat on his pillow silently during the afternoon. Several times employees came in to report or give Drake extra paper work and, at one point, mail. Once or twice they pet his ears, eliciting a very quiet growl deep in his throat that no one heard. After the men left, he would scratch the one touched vigorously. The light touch made them itch. With boredom finally setting in around four, Robin's eyes were closing and his body jerked sideways towards the desk. On the next one, he actually hit his head on the corner, making him jerk awake and shake it. He heard Drake chuckle. Quickly looking around, Robin glared at him.
"Pfft, lighten up, pet." Drake set his pen down and stretched. Robin rolled his annoyed-looking eyes and looked away. Drake started looking at his mail then. If he didn't like something, he nonchalantly threw it over his shoulder, letting it hit the wall. He paused at one. "About damn time my last uncle fucking died." He ripped the postcard in half and then threw the pieces to the floor. "My stupid older brother sent it to me. Like I fucking care. He just wants everything in my family's Will."
Robin was curious now. With the pieces behind him, he reached around, picked them up, and held the torn edges next to each other to read.
Drake,

Uncle Brad died last Friday. We're the last two in our family. Get ready because you might be next, haha!

Derrick
Blinking, Robin turned the card around and saw that it was a tourist card. The tarot card of Death was the picture. Robin looked at it in annoyance. "He sounds worse than you," he muttered.
Drake tore the halves from his fingers. "He'll be coming here sometime this week I bet." He ripped it into a lot of pieces and then threw them away. He went back to his mail. "Looks like you'll have to hang out with the other kids tomorrow, pet. I have a business meeting to attend."
Robin scratched at his neck, the collar spinning around as his hand hit it. "Yes, sir."
Drake glanced at him. He stifled a laugh when Robin lifted his back foot instead to scratch his neck. "If you need to use the bathroom, it's available."
Robin lowered his leg and realized he had to pee. "Thank you, sir." Standing up, Robin entered the bathroom. He did his business and returned, sitting down. He looked at the bookcase. "Have you read all those books?"
Drake glanced up from a bill to look at them. "Maybe."
"Ever get bored of sitting in here all day?"
"Unless someone needs my assistance, I stay in here," Drake said, setting the bill down. "I get regular reports every three hours on production and behaviors. Like today for instance, one boy was allergic to the injection. The doctors waited half an hour to see if it went away on its own. Since it didn't, the boy was euthanized."
Jerking his head around, Robin shouted, "What?"
Drake snorted. "My scientists are working on a way to stop any future allergic reactions, pet. Unfortunately, some will die. Do you want them to suffer?" Robin glared at him a little while longer before jerking his head back around. Drake placed his hand on it, petting him. "I don't euthanize for the hell of it."
Robin didn't reply. He didn't care what the reason. He still hated euthanizations. When he was young in the circus, one of the elephants had to be euthanized and it saddened him. He hated the method, despite it being painless. For the rest of the day it was fairly slow and quiet. Before bed, Robin was able to shower in peace. His ears were so soaked that they couldn't stay up. They fell, dripping. Even his tail sagged. Once fully refreshed and clean, he got out, dried off, and put the new set of clothes on. It took almost seven minutes to dry his tail and ears completely. After using the bathroom and washing his face with cold water from the sink, he left and stumbled towards his bed. Drake finished eating his dinner by the time he flopped down in the warmth of the sheets. Grabbing the blanket at his feet, Robin yanked it over his head, shrouding himself in darkness. His tail wrapped around him, keeping him even warmer. A guard returned after Drake called to pick up his plate before he showered.
"For my pet's breakfast, he'll have oatmeal. It'll be good for him."
"Yes, boss."
The man left. Drake stretched and yawned before showering. He returned in clean boxers and slightly wet hair. Drying his hair, he cleaned his desk. Robin's eyes were almost fully closed when he finished. They shot open when Drake got into his bed almost directly behind him.
"Still awake, pet?" Robin grumbled. "Well, sleep well. Good night."
Robin let out a weak growl while closing his eyes. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep, dreaming of nothing.

To Be Continued…
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