Boman: a well-dressed criminal
“SEXY CAAAAN I, JUST PARDON MY MAAANNERS, GURL HOW YOU SHAKE IT GOTTA—“
“Oh, for God’s sake, Borden, shut up.”
“You shut up.”
“Don’t make me hit you.”
“But Ooooooxyyyyyyyyy, I’m leaving again later this moooooorniiiiiiing! You wouldn’t want that to be your parting gift, now would you?” Cue puppy dog eyes.
“If you keep singing that, your parting gift will be my fist in your—“
“MAI CHIIIILDREN! MAMA COME GOODBYE TO SAY!!” Ellis burst into the room, swooping Oxy and I into a large hug. I found my face squashed against her rather ample chest.
“Mama. Uhm. I have to go. I’ll, uh, talk to you…later.” I wiggled out of the overly familiar embrace and scampered out the door.
I swear I stood at the edge of that forest for over five minutes, just calling his name.
I felt awkward.
“Miiiikeeeeeyyyyyy? Hullo? We have to leeeeave? MIKEY. HELL-O.”
I scuffed the toe of my tennis shoe in the dirt. Dug a little hole. Would’ve crawled into it, but it wasn’t big enough. I continued to make progress as I called Mikey’s name for the next three minutes.
“Ah, sorry, Borden.” He loped out of the woods behind me, looking vaguely flustered. I raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t that delicious.
“No problem, Andorick.”
“We all ready to go? Got the tapes?”
“Nah, I need to grab those…and, uh.”
“Oh, erm, Mikey, I’ve asked Roger, and he’s arranged for us to get a bigger hotel room.”
“Mmm, why?” What I would give to know what he was thinking.
“Because Pathos is coming along with us.” No. Because we’re going to need more room for all the hot sex we’re going to have. IF ONLY.
I grabbed the tapes and papers I needed from my room, which had been vacated by the tall Russian and her small feline cohort, and skipped my way down the hall towards Ellis’s room, where the shy-guy liked to hang out. My steps faltered as I passed the door of my knock buddy…there was muttering from within.
I paused. Listened. Oh God, am I a creep. “…six…and a half…fucking…” Him. It was a him. An American him. A him who suddenly began to yell a stream of swears that shocked me. “WHAT THE FUuCK LIKE HOW EVEN DOES THIS FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOoOD I FUCKING HATE COMPUTERS ANYWAY FuUCK aND oF ALL THE FUCKING HONKY-ASS COMPUTERS IN THIS JOINT ROGER GAVE ME THE ----FFFFUCK LIKE WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAaAVE LIKE PISS WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT ROGER FUCKCKKKK OH MY GOD FUCKING BLOODY MARY FUCKING /FUCK/ THIS COMPUTER IS A THUNDER C,UNT I DON’T EVEN FUCKING UNDERSTAaND---“
My favorite part was ‘thunder c.unt’. How very creative.
I continued down the hall to Ellis’s room, and slammed open her door, and started as I saw her lying on the bed next to Pathos. Well. I wasn’t one to judge, that’s for sure. She turned towards me and grinned. “Oh, Borden!”
“YO!” Surprised Borden is surprised. I sprung onto the bed, landing on Pathos. “You’re coming with me, green hair!” I grabbed him by the wrists and swung him off the bed.
“Aaah!! Wait? What! W-with you where?”
TO THE BATCAVE! “Come oooooon!” TO THE BATMOBILE!
“Booorden! Let me up!” He yelled, yanking his arms away from me and staggering to his feet. “W-what are you t-talking about?”
His stutter was adorable. “You’re helping me on my case!” I grinned hugely at him, and threw his camera bag and suitcase towards him. He gave a little shriek and dove, catching the case before it hit the floor. Insert ‘Death Glare’. I chuckled, and beckoned with my fingers for him to follow. “We need a good photographer, and that’s you!”
“A-ah. What?! No!! I’m a terrible photographer!”
“Naaah!” I laughed, and pushed him outside, towards the waiting BATMOBILE (!). He climbed in the back with his bags, and I hopped in the passenger seat and buckled in. AAAAAAAAND WE WERE OFF!
“Welcome to the team.” Mikey said, and loosened. His. Tie.
“Did you guys get Roger’s permission?” Pathos squeaked.
Mikey looked at me with an inquisitive eyebrow twitch, and I shrugged, tossing him a grin.
“Of course not.” Pathos muttered.
I set up my computer and papers in the office section of our hotel room. Okay. Time to gather everything together.
Alright. ATM withdrawals from all of them, one to three hundred pounds each. All called cab companies around four o’clock, right before they left work. Found security tapes from companies. Found license plate numbers. Need destinations.
Time to go talk to some cabbies.
Mikey wandered into the room, hands in his pockets. “’Sup, Borden?”
“I need to get to the cab companies. I need to know where they were going.”
“Where who was going?” Pathos asked, tilting his head to the side.
“The victims. Uhm. Men. Strangled ‘round Soho. Suit, red ties.”
Pathos’s eyes widened. “W-wait. You’re working on the-the ARMANI murders?”
“Uh-huh. Mikey, can we go?”
“Chauffeur at the ready, B.”
There were three different cab companies we had to visit. Some were more willing to help than others, but I got the same address from all of them.
Mikey, Pathos, Chief Walsh, and I were currently standing outside a small building in downtown Soho. The sign was understated, with demure gold lettering stating ‘The Red Light Lounge’. I glanced at Mikey.
“Well, are we going in, or aren’t we?” He asked.
“We are.” The door squeaked slightly, and a bell rang.
In a fucking whorehouse.
I don’t think Pathos could get any smaller in stature than he already was, but he certainly managed it when a rather buxom woman entered the room. “How can I help y—oh. Well. This should be an interesting…appointment.”
I realized what this looked like.
“Uhm, er, I…” I cleared my throat. “Actually, Madam, we’re with the London P.D. We’ve come to ask a few questions.” I held out a hand. “I’m B.” She shook my hand, shell-shocked. I gestured to Mikey and Pathos. “These are my associates, M and P.” And to Walsh, “And this is Chief Peter Walsh, of the London P.D. .”
“Oh, well,” She smoothed her hair with flustered movements. “Of course, please come in.”
We set up our temporary station in a small room to the right of the door. I smiled gratefully at the woman (Mrs. Lucas, as she introduced herself), and thanked her. “If you could please ask your employees to come in one at a time so we may speak with them, that would be lovely.”
“Yes. Of course.”
Walsh whistled as Mrs. Lucas bustled out of the room. “Well, kid. Where did that eloquence come from?”
I could feel my face burning up. “I’m eloquent all the time!”
Mikey laughed. “ER-UHM, WELL, YOU SEE, UH—“
“Oh shut up, won’t you.”
Pathos nudged Mikey with an elbow. “Girl coming.”
We put our serious faces back on.
Women are hateful creatures.
Three hours (THREE HOURS) of sobbing, raging, roundabout questioning, more crying, and contempt silence got me to that conclusion.
BAD women. VERY, VERY BAD. I shake my finger at you.
Currently, we were waiting for a young woman who went by the name of ‘Merry’. She was one of the two women who were …um… working (?) every single night there was a murder. The other woman (Diamond) (who the hell thinks up these fucking names) was a brainless, bleached blonde ninny who cried the entire time we tried to talk to her. Sodding fuck.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen.” A quiet, nervous voice spoke from the doorway, and we all looked up. She was small, with soft, rounded arms and a curvy figure. Her hair was a natural ash blonde, and styled into appealing waves. She was lovely.
“Margaret.” I glanced sharply at Chief Walsh. He grinned at me. “We went to school together.” He switched his gaze back to Merry. Or rather, Margaret. “Right, Maggie?” Smile.
She swallowed and nodded. “Yes. It’s good to see you again, Pete.”
I cleared my throat. “Okay then. Ms. Merry—“
“Margaret.” Walsh growled. She jumped.
“Her name is Margaret.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oooookay. Margaret. If you would please sit down so we may begin with our questions.”
“Y-yes.” She seated herself across from me, and nervously played with the hem of her skirt.
I leaned my elbows on my knees and settled my yellow-eyed stare on her. “Were you working the nights of the 1st, 5th, 11th, 13th, 22nd, 25th, and 29th of February?”
“Do you know for sure, Maggie?” Chief Walsh demanded. “We can’t mess this up. Check. Be sure.”
I glared at Walsh. “Pardon me, Chief. I will ask the questions, if you don’t mind.”
He looked taken aback. “Uh, yes. Of course.”
Margaret nodded. “I’m sure. I have it on my schedule.”
“And did you also work the nights of the 2nd, 4th, 8th, 13th, 17th, 22nd, 25th, 28th, and 30th of March?”
I pulled out a stack of about forty photos from a folder. “Would you please remove the photos that you recognize from the pile?” She took longer with that one, finally managing to get all sixteen of the correct victims. This was our girl.
“Ms. Margaret, was there anything unusual about your encounters with these men?”
“No. It was just like a usual appointment.”
“Appointment.” Walsh scoffed.
My jaw clenched. “Chief Walsh, if you do not stop your useless comments now, I will have to ask you to leave.” I turned back to Margaret. “What time did they leave this establishment? A rough estimate, please.”
She swallowed. “It ranged, really. Between ten at night to one in the morning, I would guess.”
“Did you see them get in a cab?”
Margaret shook her head. “No, they always walked out. Probably hailed a cab a little farther away from the Lounge.”
“Why would they do that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, visiting a brothel isn’t exactly something to be proud about, is it?”
Walsh barked a laugh. “Right you are, Maggie.”
“You will remove yourself from the room, Chief. Thank you.”
His lip curled. “My apologies, Borden.” He stopped by Margaret, and put a large hand on her shoulder. She flinched. “We should catch up sometime, Mags.” When the woman remained silent, he left the room.
“Well. That was…interesting.”
I sighed. “People fucking suck. Why can’t we all get along and not kill anybody, huh?” I shook my head and ruffled Pathos’s hair. “Now. Autopsy report. Let’s go.”
We hopped in Mikey’s car (sans Chief Walsh), and headed to the coroner’s office. We were met there by a large man named Dr. Kane, who took us back to see the bodies.
I flipped a white sheet off the top end of Cadaver #1, revealing a strong male face with lips tinted slightly blue. I lifted an eyelid, and heard a thud behind me. Pathos had fainted.
“Now this here is an interesting case, gentlemen,” Dr. Kane said, rubbing his hands together (I’ve found a lot of doctors have a really morbid sense of what’s ‘interesting’), “Not only were the victims strangled, but there was also an unknown chemical compound that we found in their blood. That, AND there was a small puncture wound on the back of each of their necks!” Dr. Kane was very excited.
“A needle?” Mikey injected.
“More likely a dart gun. The murderer would have to get pretty close to use a hypodermic needle.” I responded.
“Exactly,” Dr. Kane nodded. He pulled a sheaf of papers from a folder, and gestured to the bodies. “Now, we tested the compound, and found a match.”
I glanced at the paper. “Sucostrin?”
“Yessir!” Dr. Kane beamed. “It’s a fast-acting tranquilizer, usually used to sedate wild animals.”
“Commercially available?” Mikey asked. Pathos was wobbling to his feet. I patted his head.
“Oh yes. In large amounts, AND in varying strengths. Relatively inexpensive, too!” This coroner was had obviously sniffed too many chemicals. “But the kicker is that, really, only a very small amount is needed. An ESPECIALLY small amount, for a human.”
“Any strange side effects?”
The doctor tilted his head, considering. I draped one of Pathos’s arms around my shoulders to help him stay standing. “I suppose…well, being as the drug is usually only used to sedate animals, there’s one side effect…”
“W-what?” Pathos queried.
“Sucostrin isn’t a true tranquilizer. It’s more of an…immobilizer.”
I stared at him. “You mean…”
Dr. Kane nodded. “The victim was completely awake, aware, and able to feel pain while he was being killed.” Green-hair’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he sagged in my arms. Poor kid.
“They just weren’t able to struggle.” Mikey finished Dr. Kane’s thought.
“Hence the surprisingly small amount of bruising and general wounds…” I chewed my lip. “Because there was no fight. Just a slaughter.”
THERE WILL BE MORE.
BUT I HAD TO PUBLISH THIS BEFORE LOLO MURDERED ME IN MY SLEEP.
SHE COULD DO IT.
EVEN FROM GUAM.
@loshinoshinashitroid Back off thy assassins, noble lady.
THERE IS MORE HERE NAO:
“Did you find anything useful?”
M, P and I were all sitting in Chief Walsh’s office, back at the police station. I smiled slightly, and nodded. “Yes, Chief. We truly did.”
“Sorry for my…comments…during the interrogation.” He rubbed a large hand over his face. “It wasn’t professional at all.”
DIPLOMACY, BORDEN. NO SARCASM, BORDEN. “I’m sure it must have been a shock, seeing an old friend in that line of work.”
Walsh snorted. “Maggie is so much better than that. I tried to tell her, before…tried to help her out.” He shook his head. “But she’s so damn independent!”
I grinned. “Independent women will be the death of us, right, Chief?”
He laughed. “Right, kid. Now, tell me what’s up.”
“Ugh, not all that much progress, truly. Found some sort of chemical compound in the victims’ blood, and had it sent out for testing. Still trying to find a match.” Mikey glanced sharply at me. “We suspect they must’ve been drugged, because there were no signs of a struggle.”
I shrugged. “Well, with the addition of the chemical, it really widens the horizons for suspects. Manual strangulation isn’t something a woman would usually use against a man, because it usually requires quite the disparity in physical strength between the attacker and victim.” Walsh nodded. “But if the victim was drugged…well, a woman COULD have done it.”
The Chief sighed. “Jeez, kids. This case really is a nasty one.”
I made a face. “And my first case, too!” Sigh. “Oh well. Is there anything else you need to know?”
“Nah. You boys turn in for the night. I’m gonna be here for a while, if my paperwork has anything to say about it.” He stood up. “Good luck, gentlemen. I have to go grab some files, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
We all bid him our good nights, and began to file out behind him. I heard a click of a camera shutter behind me, and glanced back at Pathos. He shook his head mutely, and mouthed ‘later’.
Well. My little green-hair has found something.
“What the hell, Borden?” Mikey growled as we climbed in the car.
“Hmmm?” I raised my eyebrows innocently.
“We knew EXACTLY what that drug was, but you kept information from him!”
I turned in my seat to look at Pathos, who was gaping at his camera. “Hey, babe. What did you find?”
“Borden! Don’t ignore me!”
Oh, doll. As if I could EVER ignore your sexy self. “I’m not. I’m explaining myself. Pathos?”
His gaze shot up to meet mine. “I…there w-was a picture…” He handed the camera to me.
Oh hot damn.
“Take a left here.”
“Where the hell are we?”
“Downtown London.” I answered, hopping out of the car.
“OH REALLY. THANKS, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.” Mikey was feeling a little sarcastic today. I grinned at him and pranced to the door of the apartment building. Punched in a code. “…Borden…what are you doing…”
“Breaking and entering.”
“T-that’s not legal, B-Borden!”
Oh my dear children. I smiled condescendingly and pushed open the door. “Come on inside, my doves.”
Mikey stared. “Wait…how did you…what…”
“You don’t honestly think that I only did what I was told to, while hacking, do you?”
Mikey continued staring.
“Fucking come inside already. I don’t want to look suspicious.” Both of them followed me inside. My little ducklings. “Now shut the door.”
I glanced at the list of tenants by the door. Eighth floor. Alrighty. Punched in another code, and we were in.
I began whistling a tune. Mikey stared at me. I feel like I’ve been breaking a lot of barriers down today. Our relationship will surely progress, once he sees my lock-picking prowess. Door 863. I pulled out my lock picks and made quick work of the door.
“Where…uhm, where do you…did you…learn to d-do this?” Pathos asked quietly, his eyes huge.
“Oh. Well. I got bored, and there were paper clips.” I winced at the memory of those dark, dirty days when she had left me. Hungry days.
The door sprung open, and I shuffled inside, Mikey and Pathos following. Quack. “You understand that I’m going to have to tell Roger about this, Borden.” Mikey stated.
I rolled my eyes. “HOW TERRIFYING. I TREMBLE IN FEAR.” Punched Mikey in the arm. “Now, use that pretty head of yours and look around.”
He paused. Raised his gaze to the picture-covered walls. “Holy. Motherfucking. Shit.”
Picturespicturespictures. Dart gun. More pictures. Journal entries. More pictures. Shipment of Sucostrin. SO. MANY. FUCKING. CREEPY. PICTURES.
“Alrighty then. I think we have a pretty strong case here.”
Gee, I get stared at a lot. Is it something I said? “Borden. Breaking and entering is illegal.”
“I realize that.”
“Borden. You can’t use any evidence you find in this apartment.”
“Because breaking and entering is illegal.”
Mikey’s face: http://www.tvgasm.com/wp-content/uploads/Justin-And-Kim-Whitman-Are-Dumbfounded.gif “YOU CAN’T USE EVIDENCE IF YOU GOT IT ILLEGALLY. OKAY?”
“…but…I didn’t get it illegally.”
Mikey crossed his arms, and even Pathos looked interested as to how I was going to explain this one. “Do you have a warrant?”
Let the confusion intensify. “Wha..? WHEN DID YOU GET THAT???”
“How…wait. What? Why?”
I flapped my hand at him. Oh so gay. “Seriously, Andorick. Never trust ANYONE.”
“So…do you have a search warrant on me?”
Mikey quailed a little.
“Alrighty! Let’s get this party started! To the police station!!” I shuffled them out the door, stopping to pop a small box in my pocket.
M and P stared at me. WTF. WHAT’S WITH ALL THE STARING. “You are twisted. Very, very twisted.”
“Aw. You guys are so sweet.”
I popped my head in Chief Walsh’s office, grinning. “Hey, Chief!”
Walsh’s head jerked up, and he grinned when he saw me. “Hey, kid. What’re you doing back here so soon?” He glanced at his watch. “It’s only been a couple hours.”
“Well, I had to get a couple of things taken care of first, but I wanted to come and tell you that we solved the case!” Smile.
He raised his eyebrows. “Fast work there, kid. What’s the consensus?”
I looked behind me, and motioned in two police officers. “I have no idea why on Earth you’d contact Whammy’s to investigate a crime you committed. Fucking stupid, if you’ll allow me to say so.” Walsh gaped at me as the officers handcuffed him. “Which reminds me, you have the right to remain silent, and anything you do or say will be taken down and may be used in evidence.”
I shook me head. I had liked the guy. “Chief. You kept a picture—A GODDAMN PICTURE—of you and Margaret on your desk. Do you remember what you were wearing in the photo?” He said nothing. “A BLACK SUIT AND RED SODDING TIE, CHIEF.” I rubbed my face. “And in your OFFICE?”
He remained silent.
What a fucking moron.
“And do you ever look over any search warrants that get taken out? I had one out on you a week ago, man!”
“Why didn’t you arrest me then?”
I rolled my eyes. “I needed SOME sort of physical evidence, or reason to suspect you, other than just pure intuition. Thank goodness Pathos was paying attention and snapped a picture of your desk.” I sighed. “Now, Walsh. I know I’ve got you, and YOU know I’ve got you. Care to tell me why the hell you would do it?”
He was simmering. I could tell. He was going to explode any second.
“Fine, Chief.” I stuck my hands in my pockets. Set the trap with a tasty bit of cheese. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be off. I need to go ask Ms. Margaret Goodrow some more…questions.”
SNAP. “YOU FUCKING STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”
He was nearly spitting he was so mad. “Stupid fucking woman wanted to stand on her own fucking two feet. I would’ve supported her!!! She didn’t have to whore herself out like that!” His eyes bugged out. “I asked her to marry me, did you know that??” I fingered the small box in my pocket. “She said no! She said she didn’t want that much of a commitment!”
Walsh spit on the ground, and jerked at the police officers holding him. “If I can’t fucking have her, no other fucking man will! They were dead the minute they touched her!!”
“Gentlemen, I think we’ve heard enough.” Pathos clicked off the tape recorder from out in the hallway, and I smiled. “You may take him away now.” The officers carried Walsh away, yelling and lurching.
That was that, I guess.
“So…it was all about…”
“A whore.” I finished, and Roger flinched.
“A woman of ill repute!”
“So basically…a whore.”
Roger sighed. “Yes, B. Now, I shall expect your full report turned in by Friday.” He looked at me over the rim of his glasses. “You will use PROPER language, and full sentences.”
“Yes, sir.” I bobbed my head, stood up, and skipped out the door.
I hadn’t cooked anything in a while, so I headed down to the kitchen to see what people wanted. Tooey was there, sitting on a stool and talking to Roxanne. “Hey, ladies!”
“Hey there, Klepto.” Roxanne grinned. Too gave a small wave, her amber eyes crinkling with a small smile.
“Are you hungry? Please say you’re hungry. Please.”
“Cold food.” T muttered.
“Okay. I can make cold food. Cake? Sandwiches? Ice cream? Cheese? GIVE ME SOMETHING.”
“…cake.” Tooey said, after a moment of sincere thought.
“CAKE IT IS~”
I chatted with the two of them as I baked, and my kitten, Oxy, Ellis, and Shipley soon joined us. We were having loads of fun (as much fun as people can have without taking their clothing off, that is) and Ellis showed us how to juggle, and Too hung a spoon off her nose for over four minutes. You know. The normal things.
All of them helped me to ice the cake…which meant that it ended up looking like a unicorn shit on our dessert. RAINBOW ICING AND SPRINKLES EVERYWHEREEEEE~ I was adding the finishing touch (a candle shaped like the Star of David) when a bang came from the doorway. “Fuck.”
This is when I do a little bit of my own staring. There was a FUCKING TALL man in the doorway, rubbing his forehead from where it appeared he had banged it against the lintel. I really couldn’t think of much. Except. FUCKING TALL. TALL. TALL. TALL. HOW DOES SOMEONE GET SO FUCKING TALL.
“Rhetty-rick. Language watching you will, about children.” Ellis reprimanded the TALL MAN.
He glared at her. “You’d swear too, if you slammed your head on the f…door.” He held up a laptop. “This isn’t working again. I saved what I had, but the stupid fucking computer is shot.”
Ellis sighed. “You ruined it up, Rhetty!”
Pause. “Messed it up?”
She waved her hands at him, rolling her eyes. Her face brightened as she looked at me. “BORDEN! BORDEN CAN ASSESS YOU!”
Pause. “Assist?” I asked.
“FINE. HELP RHETORIC.”
I dusted my hands off on a dishtowel, and smiled (SIX INCHES!) up at Rhetoric. “Hi, I’m Borden.” I stuck out a hand.
“Uh, hey. I think that I’m actually your neighbor…”
My eyes widened. “THUNDER C.UNT!!”
I blushed. “Well…I, er, uhm…eh” Everyone was staring at me. Oh God. “Uh, you were, uhm, yelling about…something…” With each passing word the look in his brown eyes changed. To what, I had no idea. CONFUSIONCONFUSIONCONFUSION IN DE HOUSE. “ANYHOW. Hai. Nice to officially meet you.” I put on a winning smile, hopefully to disguise my complete and utter descent into the deathly spiral of embarrassment.
Tall grinned back at me. “Hey. Nice to meet you too.”
My mind scrambled for things to say. “Computer!” I’m a moron. “Uhm, you said you were having trouble with it?”
A slight flush stole across his face. Attractive face. Oh God, Borden. Get your libido under control, already. “Well, yeah. I’m working on something for Roger, and it takes fucking FOREVER.”
“What are you doing?”
He glanced at Roxanne. She nodded. “Extracting files from some databases. I’ve done about sixteen, but …a lot.”
Ooooh. File extraction. Now I was interested. “Would you mind showing me what you were doing? I could probably show you a way to get it done faster…although the creativity of your swearing was rather interesting…”
He laughed, and set the computer on the table. “That’d be great, actually. Took me six and a half hours to do those first sixteen.”
Oh goodness. We appear to have a technologically challenged person on board. He sat in a chair, and I leaned over his shoulder to point at the screen. “Open the program. No, that little icon in the corner.”
“Yeah. Alright, now you go up and click ‘Format’. Yesh. Then that bottom button. Uh-huh. Good. Now, control F6, then type in ‘BYS’.”
“HOLY FUCK. WHERE. ARE THEY.”
“In that folder you just made. On the left.”
“…woah. Those are…”
“All the files. Organized alphabetically. Now you just click and drag the files you want extracted and put them in that OTHER folder, right below.”
His ears were red. How cute. “Uh, thanks, Borden.”
“No problem.” I grinned at him. “By the way, do you want some cake?”
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