KISS In Paradise
Part  25-A
By Demoness



Gene was walking along the rocks that served as a 
perimeter to the caves they settled in.  There were 
groups of fans clustered outside the caves and on the 
designated area of the beach.  Some were engaged in a 
game or animated conversation, some were singing 
songs.  And others – too many others, Gene thought – 
had a faded, haunted look on their faces.  People who 
wanted to go home, be with their families and loved 
ones again.  Who wanted out from the danger facing 
them.

He turned and surveyed the other side of the rocks.  
More fans wandering with nothing better to do.  He 
watched as Eric Singer went running after a few fans 
who were going too far from the designated 'safe 
zone' they established.

Gene snorted.  'Like there's such a thing with those 
maniacs around,' he thought.  He hoped that the 
damage inflicted upon the ship would keep them away 
from the islands and castaways for a while.  Yet he 
knew, if they did not find a way to leave the 
islands, Dr. X would be back and probably with 
reinforcements.

He let out a sigh.  Rescue was looking less and less 
likely, unless they were to overcome the corporation 
and gain access to larger boats than they had.  
Glancing around again, he let out a muttered curse 
and started to climb over the rocks to stop yet 
another group of fans wandering aimlessly away from 
the safe zone.

"Hey!' he called out to them, stumbling just a 
little, yet amazed that he did not stumble more with 
the pace he set.  His time as a half-dragon seemed to 
have left him with some instincts he did not possess 
before.  He jumped the last few feet, vaulting over 
several large rocks and landed on the sand just as 
the wayward fans turned at his call.  They watched in 
amazement as one of their heroes appeared a few yards 
from them.

"You're going too far," Gene warned them, walking up 
to meet them.  "I know this seems silly and juvenile, 
but.…"  He stopped and looked down, feeling tears 
well up in his eyes.

"We already lost people," Paul's voice came from 
behind him.  "If we can help it, let's not lose any 
more."  Paul's voice was filled with unshed tears.  
"Please," he pleaded in a soft tone.

"Sorry," one of the fans said.

"I guess we didn't think," said another.

"It just seem so unreal," added the first one.

"I know," Gene stated, looking up at them.  "I know 
this is not what you paid for or expected.  No one 
paid to sleep in a cave and live like this.  But I 
swear, somehow, someway, when we get out of this 
mess, we'll find a way to make up for it.  But you 
have to give us that chance by staying alive until 
then."

The fans nodded.  "You're right, Gene," said one of 
them.  "We're sorry.  We'll be more careful.  This 
isn't any easier on you or the other guys."

The second fan was studying both Gene and Paul.  "In 
fact, it's worse.  We won't do anything to give you 
more to worry about."

"I know some of the, uh, natives are scary," Paul 
started, "but those who are willing to work with us 
are our best protection.  It's a good thing to get to 
know them, and let them get to know you."

"Which means work with them, huh?" one of the fans 
asked.

Both Paul and Gene nodded.

"Besides, some of us are 'them' now," Gene gently 
reminded them.

One fan looked up at Gene.  "Then it's true?  I heard 
things, but I didn't see you at the time."

"But I saw the dragon-lady," another replied.  "You 
were like that?"

Gene nodded again and found a grin.  "Yup.  Your old 
Demon turned half-dragon.  It's still in me even if I 
look human again."  He was glad Dr. X never had a 
chance to run further tests on him.  Based on other 
test subjects, he knew what the mad doctor was 
expecting unless proven otherwise.  Gene knew the 
otherwise had happened.  Even looking human, he knew 
he would never be the same again.  From what Dr X 
explained to him and things he felt and noticed 
since, his DNA code had been changed – most probably 
forever.  He knew the changes were more than the 
doctor expected of him once he changed back to full 
human form.  Human looking, but no longer a 
Pureblood.

Thinking of his time as the doctor's prisoner caused 
something to flutter in Gene's mind.  Something he 
could not grasp, but had a sense of importance.  
Something vital that could be a matter of life and 
death.

"Well, I think it'll be kinda cool," one of the fans 
told Gene.  "Too bad when we get home, you can't go 
on tour one last time and use your changes as part of 
the show."

Gene grinned, seeing the other fans agree.  His eyes 
got misty again as he turned to Paul.  "We're pretty 
damn lucky to have fans who will support us no matter 
what we become," he said.  

He still was not sure if he could risk going back to 
civilization and expect to live a normal life without 
being considered a freak.  There were still all those 
fans who did not go on the cruise, that may not 
accept what he and Peter were.  At the moment, it did 
not matter.  What did matter to Gene was all those 
fans who did go on the cruise and were now marooned 
with them.  He had to find a way to get them home.  
He could not give up on that.

Paul nodded.  "Yup.  We sure are."

"Too bad we couldn't," Gene mused, smiling at the 
fans.  "But I'm not sure the world is ready for 
that."

Gene and Paul excused themselves from the fans with 
another warning not to wander too far from the safe 
zones.  They walked a while in silence, which was 
familiar and comfortable.  At least that did not 
change with Gene's changes, and he was thankful for 
that.  They stopped on an overlook, which gave them 
an advantage point of the others near the caves, as 
well as the designated beach area.  They were also 
afforded the wide expanse of ocean along with the 
islands that could be seen.  Both men let out a sigh 
of relief that came with reading the flags from the 
other islands.  All was well so far.

Gene released a heavy sigh.  Paul looked at him.  
"Okay, spill it.  Something is bothering you."

Gene simply glanced sideways at Paul and raised an 
eyebrow, giving his companion an eloquent 'No shit?' 
look.

"I mean specifics, smartass," Paul remarked, hitting 
Gene's arm.

"Them," Gene answered, gesturing expansively to 
encompass fans and other band members.  "I can't help 
thinking what I would give to get them rescued.  Bad 
enough just being shipwrecked.  But with that Dr. X 
wanting to use them as lab specimens."  Gene sat 
heavily on a rock.  "And I feel responsible for each 
and everyone of their lives.  Including the other 
band members.  Including you.  This was all my idea.  
I talked you into this…."

"And I made my own choice by agreeing.  It was a 
great idea, Gene.  Everyone will tell you that.  
That's why we didn't have to push too hard before the 
other guys made their choices to agree to it.  And 
every one of those fans will agree still that it was 
a great idea.  It's not your fault something so far 
fetched would happen.  Sure there was the possibility 
of trouble with the ship.  It's always there, and the 
fans accepted it the same way they would if they were 
taking a Disney cruise or some other.  Don't beat 
yourself up for what happened."

"I know.  I keep telling myself the same thing to 
keep myself from losing it.  But I still can't help 
feeling responsible.  I want to get them home in one 
piece.  Preferable the way they first walked onto the 
ship."  He looked down and picked up a rock.  
Appearing to study it, Gene added.  "I don't think I 
can stand losing anyone else."

"I know, Gene.  You're not alone.  Believe me."  Paul 
placed a comforting hand on Gene's shoulder.  "Hey, 
you're more muscular since you went dragon on us."

Gene nodded.  "I noticed that.  I noticed my 
metabolism doesn't seem to have gone completely back 
to human standards.  I may look human, but I'm still 
half-dragon."

"We never had a chance to talk about it," Paul 
stated.

Gene shrugged.  "What's there to talk about?  You've 
seen me in dragon form.  And you see me now."

"How do you feel about it?" Paul asked.

"I don't know.  I mean when I looked half-dragon, I 
didn't mind.  I liked it actually.  But it meant 
changes in my life.  Plenty of changes.  Some I don't 
think I can make, but would if I stayed that way.  
And now?  I feel like I'm missing something major.  
Only I'm not sure if it's being a Pureblood again, or 
not having scales and a tail."  He gave Paul a 
lopsided grin.  "I'm more confused about that than I 
want the others to know.  Samantha included.  She'll 
get upset if she did.  But under current 
circumstances I have no regrets of her doing what she 
had.  For one thing, I'd be dead by now.  She saved 
my life.  For another…."  Gene stood up and turned to 
face the large rock he had been sitting on.  With 
just the smallest of effort, he lifted it and held it 
like a beach ball.  After surveying the area, he 
flung it toward the water.

Paul watched the rock as it landed in the surf, which 
was a good distance away from them.  He knew he had 
no chance to even push a rock of that size, forget 
picking it up and throwing it.  "Nice.  I agree, it's 
nice to have someone that strong among us."

"But let's not forget I was still overtaken by the 
Enforcers," Gene reminded him.  "I keep reminding 
myself not to get over-confident."

"And we are less several Enforcers," Paul pointed 
out.

"True.  But does anyone know for sure how many there 
are?  We know about the main ones, but according to 
the natives, there could be more. How do we know if 
there isn't another island the ship can get to with 
potential replacements?  What about the young?  
They're taken away from their parents very young.  
Some of them could be raised to be Enforcers."

"Another thing we haven't had time to do," Paul 
groaned, frustrated.  "Talk to you and Peter more in-
depth about things you learned while being Dr. X's 
captives."

Gene shrugged.  "I already told all the important 
things.  So did Peter."

"Well, I didn't know about the young.  That may seem 
trivial.  Yet things like you just pointed out may 
make them very important."

Gene nodded, gazing out at the ocean.  "You're 
right," he admitted.  "We'll call a meeting so me and 
Peter can tell all."  His eyes went up to the sky.  
"But first I need to find Singer.  And anyone else 
who wants to help plan memorial services for those we 
lost."

"I know some are obvious.  But are we really giving 
up on Des?" Paul asked.

"If she was still alive, someone would have found her 
by now," Gene said, his voice catching.  "And there's 
Misha and Shannon.  Hell, I mean Kismet is here, 
somewhere on this island," he shivered, remember his 
strange encounter overhearing her.  "But there's no 
sign of either of the two.  We should have found them 
too by now.  Kismet never saw them again after they 
ran out after me."

"Don't you think we'd have found bodies if they were 
dead?" Paul snapped harshly.  "My God.  What if the 
corporation found them first?  Or Enforcers?"

"Then if they aren't mutated by mow, they're dead.  
If they're not, they're worse."  Gene turned to look 
at Paul, shaking himself from the grip of fear the 
memories of his captivity tried to put a hold on him, 
and the fear of what the horrors the others would 
face if they were captured.  "I had many of the 
others approach me.  They want closure.  So what if 
any of our missing show up after?  Who's going to 
complain?  But right now, we have people who are 
stalled.  We need to get them past this point to 
increase their chances of survival."

"Good point.  You're right.  So tonight we start 
going back to our own islands?"

"Yeah.  We've got no one assuring everyone else is 
safe.  Or where safe is best on each island.  So far 
we've been lucky.  I don't want to depend on luck 
only.  If only we had the space on one island for 
everyone.  But now, with current conditions, people 
are cramped enough, even broken up as we are."

"We've got our work ahead of us, huh?"

Gene nodded, once again appearing to look distracted.  
He started to walk in the direction of the caves.

Paul remained where he stood.  "Gene?" he asked.  
Gene glanced back at Paul, still walking on his set 
course.  "What are you not telling me?"

"As soon as I figure it out, you'll be the first I'll 
tell," was Gene's reply.

Paul still stood where he was and watched Gene as he 
joined the others near the cave.  He tried to ignore 
the nagging, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.  
He looked up, guessing the time by the sun, wishing 
it was setting soon.  He realized he could not wait 
to see Stephanie again.

** ** ** ** **

Ana and Samantha were bonding.  Ana had just finished 
telling Samantha her woes, and found a sympathetic 
ear.  After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Ana 
asked, "Were you really human at one time?"

The dragon-lady let out a sigh.  "Gene believed I was 
before that bad doctor got him.  Drakkon Frye said I 
was.  That some Doctor Moreau did this to me.  Gene 
says Dr. X confirmed it.  He also told Gene this 
other doctor experimented on me. But Drakkon Frye 
acts like this man who did this to me is a god or 
something.  But I think he was a very bad man.  I 
cannot help feel as if this was done to me against my 
will."

Ana leaned against a rock, looking ahead and not at 
Samantha, who was leaning against a tree.  "So you 
don't remember what your life was before…this?"

"No."  Samantha shook her head, then winced.  Ana did 
not notice.  "I never gave much thought about it.  
Maybe a dream here and there.  But that was such a 
long time ago that I don't remember.  Maybe they 
weren't dreams after all, but my life before."  
Samantha started to feel light-headed.  "But ever 
since I met Gene, I started to have those dreams 
again.  I can't remember when I wake up, except I 
know in those dreams I look human."  She swayed, 
wincing again.

This time Ana saw it.  "Hey, are you okay?"

Samantha touched the area where the rock hit her, 
digging under her thick dark hair.  "It still 
bleeds," she stated, frowning.  "I tried, but I 
cannot stop the bleeding."

Samantha moved away from the tree she leaned against 
and Ana let out a gasp.  "Oh Mother," she exclaimed, 
upon seeing the blood stain running down the tree 
bark and down Samantha's back to form a pool of blood 
that she sat in.  "You need help.  Do you think you 
can go back to camp?"

For a reply, Samantha tried to get up, only to fall 
back again.  She closed her eyes and let out a growl 
as her head hit the tree trunk.  "No," she replied.  
"It does not matter anyway.  There is nothing anyone 
can do.  I think I am what Gene called bleeding to 
death.  It would have been most welcome a few weeks 
ago, but now…."  She closed her eyes and gritted her 
teeth, slumping against the tree.  "Tell Gene Simmons 
I said goodbye… and that… I—love him…."  Her voice 
was getting weaker.  "Tell Ace Frehley too…."

Ana waited a few precious seconds hoping the strange 
creature turned kindred soul would say more.  
"Samantha?" she asked, moving closer.

The dragon-woman seemed to still be breathing, but 
she was unconscious.  She appeared to have difficulty 
breathing.

Ana scrambled to her feet and looked down at 
Samantha.  "Tell them yourself, lady, 'cause you are 
not going to die."  She immediately set off in search 
of Gene or Ace.  Especially Gene – he was a dragon.  
Something told Ana because of that, he would know 
what to do.  She hoped she could find someone fast, 
because leaving Samantha like that alone could mean 
her getting taken by the wrong people.  Ana had no 
choice but to leave her.  She did not know what to do 
and she needed to find someone who did.

** ** ** ** **

Doctor Xavier waited impatiently in the radio room of 
his crippled ship.  They would all pay, he vowed.  
Every one of the new castaways were going to be used.  
Every one of them will suffer.  Especially Gene 
Simmons and Peter Criss, along with Samantha and 
Darkraven.  His first plan was the kill the four of 
them first chance he got.  But quick deaths were 
letting them get off easy.  The four of them deserve 
to suffer – long and horribly.  Dr. Xavier knew what 
he was going to do.  He would capture them first, but 
not before he had a fail-free way of holding them.  
If he had to break or dismember all their limbs to 
accomplish it, that's what he would do.

He wanted Gene Simmons to suffer the most, so he'd be 
the last to die.  Dr. X  learned enough about KISS to 
know the best way to hurt them the most.  So the band 
members will watch as their fans get experimented on, 
tortured, dissected – maybe some of them will be 
alive when they get dissected.  Then Darkraven and 
Samantha will be next.  When they were no more, 
Simmons and Criss will watch as the same faith befall 
on the other members of KISS.  Then Criss will die, 
preferably by Simmons' hands. By then Simmons should 
be broken beyond repair.  He might keep him around a 
while, make him useful.  But in the end, his death 
will be long and painful.

First he needed to re-supply.  The board members of 
the Corporation were in a meeting at that moment.  
Dr. Xavier was awaiting the results of that meeting.  
At long last the radio crackled to life.  A dismal 
non-descript male voice came through the speakers.  
"You are to proceed to rendezvous point YXQ 
immediately for debriefing and replenishment 
requisition."

"But my ship is crippled," Xavier protested.  "It 
will take…"

"It will take what it takes.  We will be waiting."  
The transmission cut out abruptly.

He turned to the short man waiting on the other side 
of the cabin.  "You heard them.  Let's get this 
monster crawling at best speed to the designated 
rendezvous point.  However it takes."

He left the navigator behind as he stormed back to 
his quarters, once more vowing revenge.  He 
considered ordering some of their female prisoners to 
his cabin, then decided they might need to use them.  
He contented himself to plotting what he required and 
how he was going to make those four pay for costing 
him to nearly lose all he gained, including his 
position in the Corporation.

** ** ** ** **

Vinnie and Mark walked through the woods toward the 
camp.  "So word is we're all going back to our 
islands," Mark told Vinnie.  "At least that's what 
Singer says is going to be discussed at tonight's 
meeting."

Vinnie nodded quietly, hands stuffed in the pockets 
of his cut-off shocking pink shorts, which at one 
time was a fine pair of pants.  He stopped and looked 
back when he realized Mark had stopped walking.  
"What's wrong?" Vinnie asked.

"You don't have an island to go back to," Mark said 
softly.  "I'm sorry, Vinnie."

Vinnie shook his head.  "It was my choice.  I'd 
rather be under Simmons' rule than a pawn of that 
Corporation.  At least Simmons never killed in cold 
blood like that bitch Angel."

"If you want, you can stay on my island," Mark 
offered.

Vinnie gave Mark a twisted smile.  "I might take you 
up on it.  If your few fans can tolerate me."

Mark let out a bitter laugh.  "I have to admit it's 
better being the forgotten member instead of the most 
hated.  But Singer also mentioned Paul and Gene are 
considering something a lot of their fans won't like.  
Paul thinks it's better having a more equal number of 
fans per island, especially considering new 
accommodations.  Right now, Peter and Scarlet are 
surveying the islands to see what will work best."

"So we discuss plans first among us before telling 
the fans?" Vinnie ventured.

Mark nodded.  "That's the main idea.  I think we'll 
need to plan a defense when those fans who end up 
being moved from Gene's and Paul's islands revolts."

Vinnie let out a sigh.  "They will too.  It's always 
those two.  And we'll be the worst ones for them to 
be stuck with."

"Sucks being us, huh?" Mark stated.  "And to think at 
the time Gene and Paul chose me as your replacement, 
I thought it was the best thing that ever happened to 
me.  Now, in some ways, it was the worst."

"At least you got canned for health reasons," Vinnie 
muttered, before he tripped over a fallen branch and 
landed in a pile of leaves.

Mark could not help but laugh at Vinnie, who was face 
first in the pile and grumbling.  Vinnie turned to 
his side after a few attempts to get up, which had 
Mark doubled over in laughter.  "Hey, give me a hand.  
It's sticky and wet in this mess.  I can't get a 
grip."  Vinnie attempted one more time, as Mark 
started to applaud him.  "I didn't mean that type of 
hand, jackass," Vinnie fumed, as he reached out and 
grabbed onto something somewhat solid in the leaves, 
hoping he could use it for leverage.  But instead of 
the object remaining where it was, it slipped with 
Vinnie's hand, causing him to crash down in the 
leaves, still holding onto it.  It felt sticky and 
slimy.  "Ewww, something smells here," he complained.

Mark started to bend over to help Vinnie as his mouth 
opened to give Vinnie his opinion of what smelled 
when he got a good look at what Vinnie held.  He 
turned away, falling to his knees and retched.

A second later, Vinnie let out a shriek, then 
exclaimed, "Oh shit!" as he scrambled to his feet.  
He shivered, knowing it was another sight he never 
wanted to see, yet would many times in his 
nightmares.  "Mark," he said urgently, placing his 
hands on the other guitarists shoulders.  "Get a 
grip.  For heaven's sake, I was the one holding 
that…"  He shuddered

Mark pulled away from Vinnie, trembling. "Don't touch 
me after holding...that…"

Vinnie pulled Mark to his feet, and start to run to 
the camp, dragging Mark along with him.  Easily Mark 
kept the pace.  "Do you think it was one of our 
missing?" Mark asked, still shaken.

Vinnie didn't want to think about it.  "I hope not, 
because that was a park of something," Vinnie stated.  
"Or someone."

"We should do something."

"We are," Vinnie replied.  "Find Paul and Gene.  Even 
Ace if we find him first.  Then I'm going to take 
long soak in the water."  He shivered again, 
resisting the impulse to hold his hand out as far 
from his body as possible.

** ** ** ** **

"So we're waiting for Peter and Scarlet to return 
with their scouting report?" Ace asked Gene as they 
sat off to the side of a cave opening.

Gene nodded.  "Yeah.  If I could find any of our 
other flyers, I would send them out too.  Paul said 
he was taking some people to inventory what we have 
to equally divide up when we start moving people 
around."

"You're going to have some fans pissed off at you for 
making them leave your island," Ace pointed out.

"Let them," Gene replied.  "I'd rather them mad at me 
with a better chance of survival.  So we're waiting 
for Paul and Peter.  We need to hash some things out 
among us first before our meeting with the rest of 
the band."  Gene looked around at the others nearby.  
A few minutes ago he saw Krista hovering near the 
opening of the cave.  Now he didn't see her.  He sat 
up more, scanning the others, hoping to find her.

"What's wrong, Gene?" Ace asked, going on alert.  
Gene looked ready to bolt.

"Krista.  Where is she?"

"Inside the cave.  I watched her.  And she did not 
leave.  I'm not letting her out of my sight if at all 
possible," Ace replied.  "I almost lost her once."

"I know, Ace.  We have to make sure she is in sight 
at all times.  If you can't watch her, grab someone 
who can."  Gene's eyes became unfocused.  "Something 
Dr. X said…"  He shook his head in an attempt to 
clear it.  "Damn, I can't remember.  But I have a 
sense that Krista is a key somehow.  It's been 
fluttering around my mind since this morning, but I 
can't grasp it.

"Which makes her a most likely target for another 
attempt to nab," Ace said sullenly.  "Damn, I just 
gto her.  Now I have to live in constant fear of 
losing her."

"I'm sorry, Ace."  Gene stood up.  "Look, I'm going 
to check up on the fans.  I won't be far, probably in 
sight until Paul and Peter…"

Gene was interrupted by Mark and Vinnie charging over 
in a mad panic, nearly trampling Ace, who barely got 
himself out of the way in time.

"Hey, watch it," Ace complained, getting to his feet.

Gene went to snap, but upon taking in the two 
traumatized men, he asked, "What happened?"

"A…a…something…." Mark sputtered out.  "Vinnie was 
holding it."

"Holding what?" Ace asked, exchanging a look with 
Gene, who shrugged.

"Someone," Vinnie gasped.  "Or something.  Part of…."

Gene grabbed onto Vinnie and shook him slightly.  
"Where?" he roared, feeling the panic set in.  
Vinnie's eyes open wide and nearly bulged out as he 
let out a yell of pain.

Ace placed his hands over Gene's.  "Gene, easy.  Your 
strength, remember?"

"Oh shit!"  He released Vinnie.  "I'm sorry.  I 
forgot.  Where is…whatever?"  Gene felt his insides 
tie up in knots.

"I can't go back there," Mark croaked.

"I'm gonna be sick," Vinnie whined.  "My hand, it 
feels like something slimy is crawling all over it."

"Someone has to take us," Ace pointed out, 
understanding what the two men were going through.  
He hated to take at least one of them back.  He was 
not too thrilled with being one of the two they found 
to break the news to.  Yet it had to be done, no 
matter how terrifying it could be.  He opened his 
mouth to say more when he heard Ana's frantic voice 
in the distance.

"Gene!  Ace!" she cried out, hysterical.

The four men turned to see Ana come charging toward 
them from the opposite direction Vinnie and Mark had 
come.

"Oh no," Mark groaned.  "She found another part."  He 
started to gag, and Gene stepped out of his way in 
case he decided to retch.

"Ana, what's wrong?" Ace asked, moving taking a step 
away from the group toward Ana.  The distraught woman 
threw herself in Ace's arms.  She looked up at him, 
then over to Gene.  "Samantha… she's hurt real bad.  
I think she's dying."

Gene immediately thought of the Enforcers and Angel.  
Ana read what went through Gene's mind from the look 
on his face.  "No.  It's my fault… I didn't realize…  
I didn't see all of her at first, and thought she was 
a giant lizard ready to eat me."  She pulled away 
from Ace and started tugging on Gene's arm.  "C'mon, 
Gene.  You'll know what to do.  You have to…"

The knot that was Gene's insides tightened.  For a 
moment he was torn what to do.  He hated to dump 
finding out whatever Vinnie and Mark found on Ace.  
But if it was someone, it was too late for them to do 
anything.  Meanwhile, someone still alive needed him.  
He looked at Ace, trying to calm Ana before she 
pulled both him and her off their feet.  "Think you 
can take care of them?  Samantha might need…  You 
could end up going dragon on us helping her, you 
know.  Meanwhile, I'm already…."

"Go," Ace said without hesitation.  "You were dragon 
already.  You're her best bet.  I'll take care of 
things here.  Maybe find Singer or Bruce or someone 
to lend a hand."

"Thanks," Gene said, relieved.  No one had anymore 
time to speak because once he allowed it, Gene found 
himself being dragged in the direction Ana had come 
from.

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