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Title: Death's Dare
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Nico, with appearances from the rest of the cast and the gods
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Summary: After an attempt on her life, Apollo decides Rachel needs a bodyguard and who better to take the job than a certain son of Hades? Too bad they're not going to make things easy for each other, especially when it comes to their feelings.
Notes: The original Chapter 6 word count was getting up to about 8,000 words and I still hadn't written a pretty long scene smack dab in the middle of the chapter, so I decided to split it up into two chapters. The next update should be pretty fast as I have half of Chapter 7 written already. Enjoy!



Chapter Six: Confrontation


Nico knew something was wrong when he saw Rachel later that afternoon.

That fact that she didn’t snark at him when he inquired about her day, and didn’t throw another hissy fit about having to ride on the motorcycle was enough to set off the mental alarm bells. Add that to the fact that he’d been feeling a little off today, thanks to their connection through the moonstones, and that she hadn’t said a word to him since this morning, he had enough evidence to decide that Rachel was most definitely upset.

About what, though, was the real mystery.

His presence couldn’t have been the cause, unless she’d heard about the police getting called to the apartments across the street from the Barney Building. Apparently mortals got very suspicious when they saw young men in dark clothes perched on rooftops with binoculars, so Nico would have to be a little more discreet next time he picked a location to watch the building.

And hey, whatever had happened during her day couldn’t have been as bad as when he got trapped in the Urban Outfitters down the street for an hour while a manager in bright green skinny jeans tried to convince him that yes, oversized tortoiseshell reading glasses were exactly the right look for him and that he should really apply for the opening sales position because he could totally pull off the V-neck sweaters for their fall line or some bullshit like that. Goddamn mortal hipsters.

He was about 99% sure that this had nothing to do with monsters, as he hadn’t sensed anything amiss throughout the day. Then again, he hadn’t sensed the other monster, so one could’ve appeared and he wouldn’t have been any the wiser. But Rachel probably would’ve loved the opportunity to brag that she had taken a monster out without his help, so that option was highly unlikely.

Something had upset her though, enough to make her confident shoulders slump and dim her usually bright personality. Rachel wasn’t the type to get upset over someone making bitchy comments about her appearance, so whatever had happened had to be serious enough to warrant his interference.

Nico knew that if he let her get up to her apartment without bringing it up, he’d never figure out what had upset her because she’d go close herself off in her room and stew about it from the rest of the night. They were alike in that way – Nico would rather get teeth pulled then have a heart-to-heart conversation with someone, but he knew all too well what brooding could do to a person. Maybe if he’d be more receptive to talking earlier in his life, he wouldn’t have gotten into so much trouble later on.

Not that Rachel was the type to go find a vengeful ghost and try to resurrect her dead sister by sacrificing Percy Jackson’s soul, but you never did know with girls.

So, with that thought in mind, Nico reached out and pressed the emergency stop button as they ascended to the top floor of her building. The elevator jolted to a halt between floors, and Rachel tottered on her feet, grabbing onto his arm to steady herself.

“What – what are you doing?” she asked, letting go of his arm as he turned to her.

He was surprised to see that her face had gone pale and that she was staring at him with wide eyes. He wondered if Rachel was claustrophobic, but quickly dismissed that thought. She’d wandered around Daedulus’s labyrinth without a problem, and if that hadn’t caused a massive panic attack, a five-minute stint in a stopped elevator wouldn’t be a problem.

“We need to talk,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Can we talk when we’re not in the elevator?” Rachel responded, making a move toward the control panel. Nico stepped in front of her, and she glared at him. She made a move to the right, and he stepped in front of her again. “What is your problem, Nico?”

“What’s your problem?”

My problem is that I’m stuck in an elevator with a lunatic!” she shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. Color had come back into her cheeks, and Nico was glad to see that he was able to provoke some emotion out of her, even if it was anger. “All you demigods just think you can do anything you want, but I’m not having it. I want out of here. Now.”

“No. You won’t tell me anything if I let you go, so we’re not moving until you tell me what happened today,” Nico said, moving closer to her and causing her to step back into the wall.

Rachel scoffed at him, but her eyes darted away from side-to-side nervously.

Nothing happened. I don’t know why you think I have something to talk about.”

It was Nico’s turn to glare, and he stepped closer to her again, placing his hands against the wall on either side of her head. Rachel’s chest was heaving like it had in his fantasy that morning, but out of anger and frustration instead of pleasure.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t have to tell you squat,” she said venomously. “In case you’ve forgotten, Dead Boy, you’re my bodyguard, not my friend. If I wanted the help’s opinion on my day-to-day problems, I’d ask for it.”

Nico couldn’t stop the wince that crossed his face at her comment. They’d been on friendly terms recently, and he’d thought that maybe she was starting to think of him as something other than that stupid kid from camp or her annoying bodyguard. He had wanted her to think of him as a friend, wanted someone who saw him for who he really was – was that so much to ask?

After a moment, her words seemed to register with Rachel because she gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth in horror.

“Oh gods, I sounded like my father,” she said, pulling her hand away. “Oh, Nico, I didn’t mean – I’m sorry, it’s just – oh, goddamn that Aphrodite!”

Nico’s curiosity overcame his hurt momentarily.

“Aphrodite? What does she have to do with this?”

Rachel’s miserable mood returned, and she seemed to collapse in on herself. Nico suddenly ached with the urge to wrap his arms around her and hold her close –no. He was her bodyguard, not her friend. He didn’t have the right to do that.

“She was prancing around the Barney Building today, trying to hook up with one of the TAs. I ran into her and she said...” she sighed, and looked away from him. “She said she liked playing with me.”

“Playing with you? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He had actually had a pretty good idea of what she meant, considering he’d been dicked around enough times by his own father, but he didn’t know why Aphrodite would interested in the virginal Oracle. Wouldn’t that be fairly boring?

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, and Nico noticed that they were trembling.

“I don’t know! She went prattling off about how much fun she trying to pair me up with Percy, and how you and I have the potential to be some epic romance, which is so damn stupid, and – ”

“What’s stupid about that?” he interrupted, a little more harshly than he had intended. His heart was beginning to pound painfully against his chest, and he had to know her answer. “Answer me, Rachel. What is stupid about you and I having a romance?”

“Because someone like you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me without Aphrodite’s influence!” she snapped, turning her gaze on him, her eyes blazing. “That’s how it always is with me! I’m always the second choice, and now – now I don’t even know if what I’ve been feeling since you got here has been real or not!”

Oh.

Well.

That certainly explained why she had been reluctant to talk to him about it. They’d been content to ignore the sexual tension between them up until he had to go and get all concerned and drag it kicking and screaming into the open. Gods, he was an idiot. His attraction to Rachel was right at the bottom of the list of things he wanted to talk about at this moment, especially when he was so close to her.

“Look, Rachel, I don’t – ”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she interrupted with a huff. “I understand. I mean, I’m no Annabeth or anything.”

Annabeth? Annabeth? How could she even think – why would she even believe that he was interested in Annabeth for one second?

“I don’t give two shits about Annabeth,” Nico growled, exasperated. “You have to know that I’d be kissing you within an inch of your life if I wasn’t so mad at you for calling me the help, right?”

Her eyes widened in surprise and she gaped at him, trying to formulate a response. Finally, she shook her head and said slowly, “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Yes, I would,” he insisted. “I want to kiss you because I think you’re beautiful and lonely and kind of perfect. I want to kiss you because you’re you, not because some stupid goddess made me feel this way.”

“How…how can you be sure?”

Nico wasn’t sure if he could explain something like that to her. How could he explain something that felt as natural as breathing to him? Should he have to explain it?

“Half the time I want to kiss you just get you to stop yelling at me and shut up already,” he replied at length. “And if you have any doubt that that’s all me…”

“So why haven’t you? Kissed me, I mean.”

Rachel’s voice was breathless with anticipation, and Nico realized he was close enough to feel her breath against his cheek. Her lips were invitingly red and tempting, and it’d be so easy just to give in and take them. She’d told him to, practically dared him, and he knew it’d be worth every second of it…

“Because,” he said, brushing his lips against her cheek. He could just taste her on the tip of his tongue and fuck, he wanted so much more than this, it actually hurt, “you’re the Oracle and I’m your bodyguard. Kissing isn’t in the job contract.”

He waited for her to protest, to say anything that would refute the fact that she saw him as more than her damn bodyguard, but she didn’t do anything besides stare at him with her wide green eyes. It took all of his self-control to pull away from her and give her an indifferent stare as he put his arms back down at his sides. He could feel the bitterness and disappointment rolling off of her, but it couldn’t compare in the slightest to how he felt.

“I know all about being the second choice, Dare. My feelings are clear, but what about yours?”

He turned and pushed the resume button on the elevator, fighting the urge to punch something as the car began moving again. He practically bared his soul to her and she couldn’t say anything?

With a sickening swoop of his stomach, Nico realized what the problem was. The Oracle just wanted to be kissed, and he was the only guy available to her. What he wanted didn’t matter; nothing he wanted ever mattered. Aphrodite wasn’t playing with Rachel – she was playing with him.

He was a fool.

*

“I think I did something really stupid today.”

Annabeth’s image shifted on the screen of Rachel’s laptop as she moved closer to the webcam. Percy had gotten the webcam for his girlfriend after Iris Messaging became a bit too expensive for them while they were apart during college, and it was certainly loads more convenient than making a rainbow to talk through for (mostly) normal people like Rachel.

“What did you do?” Annabeth asked, her voice sounding a little warbley through the laptop’s speakers. She had a concerned look on her face. “Was there another monster attack?”

She wished there had been a monster attack. At least she knew how to deal with that sort of thing relatively well compared to what she had gotten herself into now.

“No,” Rachel sighed, resting her head on the top of her knees. “I sort of tried to get Nico to kiss me.”

Annabeth’s mouth dropped open. “You did not!”

“It didn’t go over very well,” she said miserably. “I didn’t think what was happening between us was really real, so I thought if I said that he couldn’t possibly think I was attractive, he’d confess that he didn’t but he totally said the wrong thing and – ”

“Okay,” Annabeth interrupted, holding up her hand. “You need to stop, rewind, and start at the beginning of this conversation because I have no idea what you’re saying.”

So Rachel told her everything that had happened today, from her encounter with Aphrodite to the scene in the elevator to Nico and the fact that he hadn’t said a word to her in the hours that had passed since then. She didn’t leave out a single feeling or detail – except for maybe the bit where Nico said he didn’t care about Annabeth, because that would’ve only gotten the other girl mad – and when she was finished, she felt a little drained and tired. It had been a long time since she’d felt such intense emotions as she had in the last half of the day.

Other than occasionally making sympathetic noises under her breath, Annabeth had remained quiet while Rachel had told her story, grey eyes never leaving her face.

“Let me get this straight,” Annabeth said after Rachel had fallen quiet. “Nico basically admits that he likes you, and you don’t say anything? Good Lord, Dare, you are stupid.”

“I know!” Rachel said with a wince. “But what was I supposed to do? I wasn’t expecting him to actually admit anything! I thought he’d pull a Percy and just look at me like he suddenly didn’t understand English or something.”

A brief smile crossed Annabeth’s face at this. “Yeah, Percy wouldn’t be able to find a proper emotional response to something like that if it came up, danced a jig, and then punched him in the gut. Nico’s not much better, but when he finally snaps and gets going…watch out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time he corners me and demands to talk about my feelings,” she mumbled.

“And how could you have possibly thought that our friendship was all made up?” Annabeth replied, her brow furrowing. “You know I didn’t like you the first time I met you, and we definitely overcame that years ago.”

Rachel sighed and threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

“Have you ever had a one-on-one conversation with Aphrodite? She’d make Heidi Klum feel inadequate with just one sassy little remark,” she replied. “She must’ve used some kind of magic on me to make me feel miserable because I am usually not that dramatic. Oh gods,” she paused as a sudden, horrible thought hit her, “What if she did that so Nico and I would have that conversation in the elevator? What if that was all part of her plan and I fell for it like a complete idiot – ”

“RACHEL!” Annabeth shouted so loud that her voice crackled over the computer speakers. “Get a hold of yourself and think about this for just one second. I mean, if the gods are too busy to see their children most of the time, how are they supposed to pay this much attention to your lack of love life? No offense, but Aphrodite has bigger things to worry about than planning yours and Nico’s every day interactions and causing you drama.”

“But – ”

“Shut up, I’m still talking. What that bimbo of a goddess meant when she said she was ‘playing’ with you is that she’ll drop in occasionally to meddle or throw a wrench in your plans, but she’ll probably leave you alone for the most part as things develop naturally,” Annabeth continued in her no-nonsense voice. “Compared to some of the other goddesses, she sucks at meddling. Her idea of playing with Percy’s feelings was throwing as many girls at him as she could, seeing which one would stick around and put up with him, and then acting like she worked oh so hard to get it done.

“You can’t spend the rest of your life second guessing every choice you make and wondering if it’s because some god wants it that way. The only time they care that much is when it concerns their immortal hides, so whatever you’re feeling for Nico – and whatever he’s feeling for you – is probably as true as it gets.”

Annabeth finished with a little huff and blew her bangs out of her eyes emphatically. Rachel arched an eyebrow at her.

“Can I talk now?”

The other girl blushed and nodded. “Sorry, you know how I get.”

Rachel did indeed. This wasn’t the first time Annabeth had ranted at her for something or another, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Annabeth had more logic in her head than she knew what to do with and loved to dispense it as often as she could to as many unwilling recipients as possible. Rachel was usually one of them, seeing as though she did stupid, illogical things all the time.

Even though it was slightly embarrassing to be shown exactly how many ways she was an idiot, Rachel always felt a little better once Annabeth managed to poke holes in and deflate whatever stupid idea had crawled into her brain and insisted on upsetting her.

“Okay, so we’ve established that I’m the worst sort of drama queen,” Rachel said, lifting her head up from her knees and pulling her hair out of her eyes. “That still doesn’t change the fact that what Nico said was true – he’s just my bodyguard and we can’t be together.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t admit that you like him, does it? Nico’s probably more upset over the fact that you didn’t say anything after he told you he wanted to kiss you than the fact that you can’t kiss him.”

“Who says I like him?” Rachel said, bristling. “I told you I thought he was cute, that’s all.”

Annabeth fixed her with a pointed look, and leaned in closer to the camera.

“You wouldn’t have been as upset as you were if you didn’t,” she said simply. “Take it from someone who knows from experience, Rachel. Just acknowledge your feelings for the kid already and get on with your life.”

Rachel heaved another sigh and smiled sadly at her friend. “I suppose I better go apologize to him or something.”

“That would be good,” Annabeth said, pulling away from the camera. “I expect to hear all the dirty details the next time we chat.”

“I’m sure Percy will fill you in all the same.”

“Probably, but you know how he is. ‘Oh, by the way, Annabeth, Rachel and Nico got a fight but things are better now. Where do you want to eat out tonight?’’” She replied, mimicking Percy’s low voice perfectly. “I swear, someday he’s just going to turn to me while we’re watching TV and just say, ‘So are we going to get married or what?’ and count that as his proposal.”

“If you want him to marry him so badly, why don’t you propose to him? Isn’t that what all the strong, independent women are doing these days?”

It was Annabeth’s turn to sigh this time.

“No way. I’ve always made the first move. I kissed him first, I asked him on our first date, I asked him to move in with me for the summer… I’m sick of asking. It’s his turn, and if he really wants it, he’ll do it.”

“Ten years from now,” Rachel added dryly. She might have her problems, but at least she didn’t have to stress about whether or not her boyfriend of seven years wanted to marry her. “Weren’t we just talking about how emotionally stunted he is?”

“Ugh, please don’t remind me,” Annabeth said, glancing down at her watch. “I’ve got to go. You wouldn’t believe how much homework they piled on during the first day and Kelp Brains is supposed to be calling in an hour anyway…”

“All right, I’ll talk to you later,” Rachel said, moving her mouse to close out of the chat program.

She paused just before she clicked the button. “Annabeth? Thank you.”

Annabeth grinned before she gave her a mock salute.

“No problem, Oracle Girl.”

Rachel closed the program and then shut her laptop, before leaning back on her bed and staring at the ceiling.

She really had fucked things up big time between the two of them – and just when they had been getting along kind of well, too – all because she had to go and get insecure over something that could never happen. Nico hadn’t even talked to her once they walked into the apartment, even though she tried to make conversation, and the way he had looked at her in the elevator…

Rachel ran her hands over her face and rolled out of bed. She needed to go apologize to him – he probably wouldn’t want to hear it, but she had to make him listen to her and make him understand that her silence hadn’t been a rejection of him. She did want Nico, wanted more than she could have, and he had to know that if things were going to be all right between them.

Finding Nico was harder than it looked. He wasn’t in the kitchen or living room, and he wasn’t out on the main terrace area. He wasn’t in the gym either and she didn’t hear the water running, so he couldn’t have been in one of the showers. When she knocked on his door and called his name, he didn’t answer, not even to tell her to go to Hades like he usually did.

Rachel opened his door – hey, her dad was the one playing the bills for this place, she could open any door she pleased, no matter which ill-tempered demigod was currently living there – and found that his room was empty as well. She did notice that his balcony door was ajar, and she walked over to check it, just in case.

She let out a sigh of agitation when she poked her head out the door and didn’t see the son of Hades lounging moodily on the balcony in the setting sun.

Where could Nico have gone? Even if he was mad at her, he wouldn’t have let her here alone and without protection…would he? No, of course he wouldn’t; protecting her was his only job, as she had so rudely pointed out earlier today.

“How am I supposed to apologize if I can’t find you, you dolt?” she murmured, leaning against the doorframe and gazing miserably at the glittering city skyline sprawling before her.

*

If Rachel had thought to look on the roof of her building, she would’ve found Nico quite easily. As it was, he had only been a few feet above her when she had come out to look for him on the balcony. He had sensed her presence and briefly toyed with the idea of dropping a clay shingle on her stupid, self-absorbed red head, but decided that would be rather counterproductive to his duty as her bodyguard.

She only stayed on the balcony for a few minutes, watching the city with the late night breezing blow through her long hair, before she went back inside and shut the door behind her. Nico let out a sigh of relief and lay back against the slanted roof to stare at the purpling sky.

He didn’t know how he was supposed to face Rachel from here on out. He was still fuming about her lack of response, and he probably wasn’t going to forget it any time soon. It’d been a while since someone had made him so mad, it was almost all he could think about – his fatal flaw hadn’t gotten much better since he’d been 12, anyway.

Nico would probably be able to treat her normally, but there’d always be something holding him back from now on, something that feared her rejection. Rachel knew a pretty big secret of his, and she could use it against him however she wished…again, not that Rachel was the sort that would do that, but things changed when emotions like lust and affection were involved. Who knew how she’d react to him? Would she think everything he did was a come on, or would she try to provoke some kind of response out of him for her own amusement?

He kicked at the shingles broodingly, and satisfaction flowed through him when he heard one of them crack.

After he’d left her in the elevator, he’d contemplated throwing in the towel. But his dad would kick his ass halfway across the country for disgracing the house of Hades or some shit if he quit, and Nico absolutely balked at the idea of anyone else besides him guarding Rachel. He might be slightly terrible at keeping her safe, but another demigod would get her killed within a day.

Nico might’ve been a lot of things, but he wasn’t a quitter. He’d just have to suck it up, and deal with it. So what if Rachel didn’t like him like that? He knew going into this job that he wouldn’t be able to have her, and he was the idiot who had decided to develop misplaced feelings for her.

But still.

She thought of him as the help. She wasn’t that much more important than him, just because she had a nice apartment and her father had money. His father was the god of riches, for Zeus’s sake, and Nico could buy all of Manhattan if wanted, including her stupid apartment. He didn’t have to take this job; he was doing her a favor –

Nico sat up suddenly, all his senses on high alert and any furious thoughts about Rachel fading away.

Something wasn’t right.

The sky had darkened into a midnight blue and the city was blazing with yellow and white light from all of the buildings. The Empire State Building was glittering cheerfully just out of the edge of his gaze, and the city was full of the usual hustle and bustle – honking horns, slamming car doors, TVs blaring from open windows – of nightfall. There was nothing outwardly that seemed out of place or missing, but something suddenly just felt…off.

It was an awareness most demigods had – that prickling, uneasy feeling of knowing something unnatural was nearby and not being quite sure of what it was. It could mean anything from a surprise monster attack to the lingering presence of a god, but Nico had never felt anything quite like this before.

And that couldn’t mean anything good, especially not when someone was after the Oracle.

Nico closed his eyes and concentrated on that feeling, searching for its source.

“There,” he said, and reached out to the shadows.

When he opened his eyes, he was in the middle of a patch of wilderness in Central Park. He could feel Orpheus’s entrance to the Underworld calling out to him from the south, but he ignored it, looking around for anything unusual. This part of the forest was quiet – it’d be cliché to say exactly how quiet it was, but it was definitely suspiciously quiet for this part of New York.

So when he heard the noise from behind, it wasn’t completely unexpected but it still managed to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It sounded like the growl of an engine, gravelly and full of menace, and Nico turned.

A large, dark shape stood from among the trees a few feet away, its immense bulk blocking out the glow from the city lights. It had to be at least four times bigger than Nico, and probably about ten times as wide, and it turned slowly, searching…

Nico got the briefest impression of terrible, squinty eyes covered in massive amount of hair and a mouth full of very sharp and impressive yellow teeth before the monster spotted him and let out a throaty roar.

“Demigod!” the monster exclaimed, taking a step toward him and causing the trees to shake with the force. A large blob of drool dislodged from its mouth and splattered on the forest floor. “My favorite!”

“Shit,” Nico said before turning tail and fleeing through the park.


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Date: 2009-10-23 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grayx3eyedsoul.livejournal.com
Eeep.

Please tell me you have chapter 7 done already :)

Date: 2009-10-23 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greenconverses.livejournal.com
It's close! I probably only have one more scene or so to write. It should be up this weekend sometime.

Date: 2009-10-23 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fromelysium.blogspot.com (from livejournal.com)
Yeah! I'm holding you to that, haha. ;-)

Date: 2009-10-23 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greenconverses.livejournal.com
Of course, haha. ;) Thankfully Nico and Percy are being rather cooperative for this first scene.

Date: 2009-10-23 12:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-lyx.livejournal.com
love love love this story to DEATH. And I love the Percabeth overtones, so cute. update soon and consider me officially your fangirl.

Date: 2009-10-24 03:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greenconverses.livejournal.com
Ahaha, fangirls. *adds you to the collection* ;)

Thanks for the comment!

Date: 2009-10-24 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ad-exia.livejournal.com
Wow, they really have managed to make a royal mess of things, haven't they? I really loved this chapter, and am totally looking forward to the next! It just keeps getting more and more intricate!

Date: 2009-10-24 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greenconverses.livejournal.com
Thanks! Those two blockheads will get better at communicating...eventually. They just like to angst for a bit.

Date: 2010-12-26 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] takemeto-utopia.livejournal.com
RACHEL, YOU SILLY GIRL. >:(
I’m going to give up trying to comment on everything because I’m becoming increasingly ineloquent BECAUSE YOU TEND TO DO THAT TO ME, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. LKASDLKFJASLKJFDA;LSKJDSA. AH.

Date: 2011-05-04 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aimmyarrowshigh.livejournal.com
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Date: 2011-05-04 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greenconverses.livejournal.com
...I take it you like this line? XD

Date: 2011-05-04 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aimmyarrowshigh.livejournal.com
LOL, yes. I was going to leave a second, real review when I finished the chapter (which I just did), but you know, I think that line sums up my feelings of joy perfectly.

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