chapter five- the nina project
mike wheeler x harrington reader
summary- with a dead agent in the car and little to no plan, what is this cali crew going to do to save El!!
note- hii hope you love this one was really fun. if you’re mormon PLEASE don’t take offense ily but i feel like they would’ve joked!! no warnings just cussing and lots of blood talk in the first little part! oh and like barely any kissing
“holy- what the fuck do we do?!” the blood was seeping out of the agent faster and faster, drenching his clothes.
the boys are applying pressure to the wound, “uh.. find a towel or or napkins. napkins!” Jonathan and Argyle go back and forth about the napkins and when he gets them they are basically dumped onto the man’s chest.
Mike keeps trying to talk to him, to keep him awake. you didn’t even want to think about him dying. you weren’t an idiot though, he was shot and a group of teenagers are tying to stop him from bleeding out. the odds were not in his favor.
“shit shit shit!” blood was everywhere. all over the guys body, the floor of the van, covering you and the guys hands. shouts of “it’s not stopping” and “more pressure” blurred together as the van sped on an empty road.
napkins were scattered around, soaked with blood. Will was right, the flow was not stopping and the napkins weren’t doing shit.
“argyle! get us to st. mary’s!” Jonathan shouted to his friend while pushing down on the gunshot wound. the sound of blood squirting made your head spin.
the van swerves as Argyle glances to the back, “i don’t think prayings gonna help that dude!”
“no you idiot! st. mary’s hospital!”
all you were thinking of now was how the hell were you guys going to explain how this happened?! ‘oh yeah, the government broke into the house and started shooting us because they want to capture our friend with supernatural powers’
“no no, no hospital.” the man, harmon?, wheezed. blood was trickling out of his mouth now and you had to look away.
Jonathan keeps trying to reason with him, “no we’re gonna get you to the hospital!”
“you need to warn…” he mumbles, “O… Owens..” this catches your attention and you bring your gaze back to him. warn Owens, about the shooting no doubt.
“…the girl. she’s in.. in danger.” El. they’re definitely searching even harder for her now that you guys escaped.
you and Mike exchange a look when he brings her up. this was bad, really bad. “okay, how.. how do we find Owens?” Jonathan speaks loudly so the man doesn’t loose consciousness like it looks like he’s about to.
“Nina. Nina.” he mumbles.
Mike taps him to stay awake, “Nina. who’s Nina?!”
it looks like he wants to write something, “come on, a pen!” someone shouts and you see Harmon gesturing to his pocket so you open it and grab the pen he wanted. the man’s hand shakily reach for it.
his eyes go unfocused, “here’s the number…”
“he wants to write something, get paper!” you pull out the word search book you brought and rip off a page. the boys shouting stuff was muddled in your brain as someone held the paper to the man. he reaches to write something but he’s way too weak.
“hold on, come on!” someone yells but his eyes shut.
“shit!” “oh my god..” your ears are ringing and the look on your face matches the look on the other 3 boys as you look at the dead man. blood is still oozing out of his stomach and your stomach turns at the sight. while running a hand through your sweaty hair, Argyles panicked voice creeps through the daze you’re in.
“is he dead!? talk to me, shit!” for a moment you can’t take your eyes off the dead body. looking to Will and Mike, you’re all looking shocked and disoriented.
“we should get off the road.” Jonathan’s voice is surprisingly clear but when you look though the back mirror you see why.
a car is speeding towards the van, a car that belongs to the same people who shot the man laying in front of you.
Will regains his voice too, “Argyle, Ar- Argyle get off the road, now!”
“shit he’s dead isn’t he?!” he clearly doesn’t get that people who want you guys dead are on your tail.
“shit!” “this is really bad!” you crawl closer to the window, “they’re- get off now!”
“get off the road!” you all shout at Argyle in unison.
he turns the van sharply into the desert fields. you basically fly into the door.
“holy shit, what do we do!?” you yelp, looking at the blood that’s all over your shaky hands. the car that was following the van had breaked before the desert thankfully. but now you were driving on seemingly endless land.
Mike let out a breath, “i don’t… i don’t know.” you both look down at the man but quickly look away. he had got shot to protect you guys. and died for the same reason. you pushed those thoughts away, you couldnt let the guilt eat you alive. not after everything.
Argyle is freaking out in the front seat, “okay, why the fuck were those dudes chasing us!? and why was he shot!? who even is he!?”
he keeps going off and the four of you in the back share a look, silently asking if you should tell him the truth yet. after a minute of that, Jonathan sighs and leans forward more toward the drivers seat. “listen Argyle, we haven’t been totally honest. that was the government chasing us because they want to know where El is.” this was a lot to explain so you lean against the side of the van, careful not to look at the guards dead body.
“so where is she?” Argyle asks carefully, like he knows this is a bombshell of information.
“we don’t know, but she’s with a man we trust to get her powers back. because she used to be able to move things with her mind and stuff.”
Argyles quiet for a moment, then laughs nervously. “superpowers? man, your sister is not a superhero! she’s super cool but-“ Will cuts him off.
“we’re telling the truth, we moved to lenora to get away from our hometown because there were real life monsters. and a whole other dimension.” he lets out a big sigh, “like 3 years ago i went missing and was in there, we call it the upside down, and actual monsters like live there and we fight them.”
with a sigh you sit up a little straighter, “yeah, and we thought all the monsters were gone because we closed the gate that connects the two worlds. but somehow a new monster is back in hawkins and our friends need Els powers to take it down. and she lost her powers last summer so she’s somewhere working to get them back.” your voice sounded weak to your own ears but Argyle seems to believe you.
the van slows a bit until he remembers he’s on the run and it speeds up again. “holy shit man, monsters?!” Jonathan quickly describes the demogorgan and you see Argyles eyes widen. “so monsters and your sisters a superhero! the girl i drive to school everyday has superpowers! how the hell dude?!”
it’s Mikes turn for explaining. he rolls his eyes a little before, “she pretty much grew up in a lab and got her powers because they did some experiments on her mom. it’s confusing but she can move stuff with her mind and pretty much see anybody in this void while blindfolded. it’s really cool actually.”
the van is silent, except for Argyle saying, “holy shit,” over and over.” you sigh and scoot closer to the boys and farther away from Harmon.
“think he believes it?” Mike murmurs from next to you. you hadn’t noticed how close the two of you were until now.
Will shrugs from the other side of the van, “i mean he has nothing else to believe, and why would we be lying?”
“wish we were lying,” you mumble and squeeze your eyes shut.
“could you imagine? this all being one long, awful dream.” Will muses, zoning out like you all were.
Mike glances to him, “just this, or the whole thing? i would not want to wake up being 12 again.”
“whole thing. none of this crazy stuff, i rode my bike home and made it. no going missing or anything.”
you sit up more too, with all three of you being kind of delirious these conversations are fun. “i wouldn’t know you guys at all then.”
Mike tiredly chuckles, “so you want Will to still go missing?” he says playfully. Will snorts a little.
kicking his foot with yours, you chuckle too. “oh shut up.”
“would we know Max?” Will asks and you and Mike think for a moment.
“did Dustin add her to your group because of Dart? or was she already friends when he found it?” you don’t know the whole timeline, especially since the slug Dustin had freaked you out so you stayed away.
Mike tilts his head to the side for a second, “she was already friends. we would’ve known her still, Dustin just showed her Dart because he liked her.”
Will and you both laugh, “i completely forgot about that,” he laughs.
“did he try to be with her? because next time we saw them Max was liking Lucas.” Mike fiddles with a button or something on his shirt.
“oh yeah we were all at the lab. we’re definitely asking them when we get back to hawkins,” you smile subconsciously at the thought of seeing everyone again.
Will smiles a little too, “Dustin’s gonna hate us.”
“who else? we wouldn’t know El.” you sigh.
the haze of the conversation wears off at the mention of the dead police chief and the three of you slouch against the walls again.
all you can do is nod, it’s been a long day and now you’re even more tired, scared, confused, and anxious.
Jonathan suddenly sits up, “okay stop here.” it looks likes junkyard, old cars scattered everywhere.
“oh my god are we going to bury him!?” you caught on fast, eyes widening.
Will puts a hand on his forehead, “we can’t just drive to hawkins with a dead body in here.”
with a sigh you close your eyes again, “i guess it’s the only thing to do”
the sun is blaring down on the group as you dig a deep hole in the dirt. you had never dug this deep in the ground before, and didn’t think you’d ever be burying a whole ass dead body.
bringing the body to the hole was hard to watch. Jonathan and Will lifted him and dropped him into the makeshift grave. you looked away, biting your lip. your jean jacket had been abandoned in the van along with Mikes blue over shirt thing.
Argyle is now freaking out even more, “this is so messed up, so messed up!” he shouts instead of helping you shovel the dirt onto the body. “okay. dudes probably got like, a family, kids you know! all that shit.”
“don’t say that!” you huff, not wanting to think about that. it’ll just make you feel even worse about this whole situation.
your retort did not stop him, “we gotta go to the cops with this. lay it all on them, your superpowered sister, bad government dudes, upside down dimension planet thing-“ his voice is getting more and more panicked.
“no!” you all say. you roll your eyes and mumble, “that’s the dumbest idea.”
he continues freaking out, “but listen!” he jogs to Mike, “the bad government dudes are after your super friend right? right!?” he grabs Mikes shoulders to shake them. “okay so maybe the cops can help us find out where she is! they’re gonna kill her man, and if they kill her, they’re gonna kill us-“
“hey!” Jonathan stops burying probably to reason with his friend.
“actually, they might kill us before they kill her!”
“Argyle!” Jonathan and him shout back and forth and you tune it all out. this is absolutely crazy. you were burying a body for gods sake in the middle of a desert in california. while your friends in indiana were in danger because of a monster. and you were going to drive to said town in indiana to warn them or save them or something. you toss your shovel down in exasperation.
Will and Mike had also stopped burying. your shoulder sag and you rest your cheek on Wills shoulder, depositing most of your body weight onto him. he says nothing, just angels himself to be more comfortable for you.
Jon says something to Argyle and he happily runs back to the van. “Jonathan,” Will says, “more weed? is that really a good idea right now?”
“got a better idea to keep him calm?” he picks up his shovel again and hands you yours. “let’s just get this done with.”
murmuring an annoyed ‘thanks’ to Jonathan, you take the shovel back and stand up straight. you just stand there for a moment and when you look back up Mike is staring right at you.
“what?” you walk over to him, squinting because of the sun.
he squints back at you, “what ‘what’?” he has one hand on his hip and the other holding the shovel.
“you were staring,” you say with a shrug.
“i was zoning out. we’re burying a dead body.” the classic Mike Wheeler attitude comes back full swing with that line.
after finally burying the poor guy, you’re sitting cross legged on top of an old car with a warm water bottle from the van. Mike and Will are sitting on the hood. they’re having a serious conversation but you can’t seem to pay attention. the sun is burning your eyes, you haven’t eaten in like 24 hours and you just buried a dead man.
Wills talking about how it’s scary to open up to people, how the hell did their convo about the man get to that, and that’s when you scoot closer. “mhm, i hate opening up, it’s like all my organs are revealed and everyone can see them.”
Mike and Will both chuckle a lot at that which you didn’t get what was so funny. “jesus, you should sleep.” Will laughs lightly, finger poking your knee that you obviously swat away.
“you too, insane dark circles, both of you,” you tease.
“Does anyone know what the dead dudes name is?” Argyle shouts to you guys because he wants to make a headstone. he’s back from the van and absolutely in the clouds high.
“oh my god,” you groan and drop your head in your hands. Will was definitely right, you need sleep. you wondered how you looked right now, makeup probably smudged and curled hair all frizzy. that just makes you feel 100 times worse. and to top it all off, your eyes are starting to itch like crazy.
Mikes hand quickly grabs your wrist when he sees what you’re about to do, “don’t itch them here! your hands are dirty as shit! you’ll get an infection or something.”
“oh yeah,” you look at your hands, dirt and blood all over them. “right.” neither of you make a move to remove his hand on your wrist.
“that’s his pen.” Mike says suddenly after you all listen to Argyles antics. he’s trying to write on the cardboard and the pen he’s using doesn’t work.
Will looks at you then back to Mike, “what?”
“‘unknown hero agent man’, that’s the pen he gave me right before he died.” he uses Argyles new name for Harmon and if you weren’t so tired you would’ve been laughing.
“do you want to keep it to remember him by or something?” you ask dryly, still not in the mood.
Mike scoffs and swats your head lightly, “no look, it’s a piece of shit. why would he give me a pen that doesn’t work?
you roll your eyes, “he probably didn’t know it didn’t wor-“
he suddenly hops off the car and stalks toward Argyle. Will follows and with a sigh so do you. Mike snatches the pen and despite Argyles protests he starts to unscrew the pen. to your surprise, a rolled up piece of paper falls up.
lifting up the little paper, you see the ten digit code. “it’s the number, we’ve had it this whole time.”
you all piled back in the car and Argyle is still driving! and going at least 100 miles per hour.
“should he really be driving!?” you complain for the millionth time. Will and Jonathan just sigh.
Mike shuts his eyes, “no.”
the van was seriously jerking you around now. since the seats were down, a new seat thing was popped up. it was probably for workers who have overnight shifts or something. but it’s a block with no seatbelts, and the van was making sharp turns.
it’s been like 20 minutes at the least, “how are we so sure we’re gonna find a phone? we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Jonathan sits up and spots one at that exact moment, “Argyle slow down! there’s one!”
the van is a loud mix of everyone shouting “slow down!”
“jesus christ he’s going to hit it,” you huff and give up on shouting back and forth at him.
he slams his brakes at the last moment, right before driving into the telephone booth.
the gang hops out of the van and jogs towards the booth. “quarter!” Mike shouts at no one in particular so with a sigh you dig in your jeans pocket and find one.
he slides it in and dials the phone number, calling Nina or whoever the hell you’re calling to warn El.
Mike looks confused. his confused face was one of your favorites of his. the way his nose scrunches and eyes squint in the slightest. “no, no it’s just making a bunch of weird noises.”
“like a demogorgan?” you ask anxiously, worried that will be the answer.
“it’s busy?” Will asks more calmly. clearly none of them are too worried that a supernatural creature may be attacking the very people you were calling.
Mike shakes his head at you both and hands the phone to Will, “listen to this. remind you of anything?”
“wargames,” Will nods, him and Mike in some silent agreement.
“what?” you and Jonathan both ask. nerds. he takes the phone from Will to listen, then hands it to you so you can too. sounds very weird.
Will gets it first, “oh my god, we’re not calling a phone.”
“we’re calling a computer,” Jonathan nods.
“the hell does that mean?” you mumble as the four of you head back to the van. Mike is already digging through the glove box to find a map.
he spreads the map on the open van floor, “now i don’t know if Nina’s a computer like Joshua or Owen’s lab, but unknown hero agent man, he gave us access to it for a reason. we just need to find the computer. we find Owens, then we warn him. then we warn Eleven.”
this was your favorite thing about Mike, how he always took charge, became the leader. like right now, no one was really sure but to do, hell Mike probably wasn’t even totally sure. but he took control of everything. and you loved it.
“i just need a hacker. and the only hacker i know lives…” he points at a state on the map sharply. “in utah.”
Jonathan looks confused, which is all he looked like because of these recent events, “wait, utah?”
“salt lake city, to be specific.”
it hits you who he’s referring to, “you can’t be serious, Mike.” you burst out laughing and nudge Will with your shoulder. no freaking way.
“oh my god.” Will puts his hands on his head, “oh my god.”
“what? why ‘oh my god’?” Jonathan’s face scrunches in a lost way. you start laughing even harder at the memory of the mormon girl.
“you genius, Mike.” you get out through your laughter.
Will grins at his brother a little, “turn around.” he says in a sing songy voice. “look at what you seeeee.”
“oh no,” Jonathan groans at the memory and you keep laughing.
..last summer while the literal mind flayer was chasing after you guys and was going to kill everyone, a girl and Dustin started singing never ending story into the walkie talkie.
in the very back Steve was holding the radio and you whipped your head back and give him a, ‘what the fuck!?’ look. he just had given you a, ‘it’s not me, it’s him!’ look back.
while it was very strange at the time, after the whole battle none of you ever let Dustin live it down. and probably never will…
Argyle laughs, “never ending story! that scared the shit out of me dude, the nothing man? that’s some proper existential shit right there, dude.” he says this all while playing with a yoyo?
“you can’t be serious,” Jon says to Mike, ignoring his friend.
Mike snaps back to the map, “well if we take the I-15 north, we’ll get there by morning.”
“oh you’re being serious!”
“i know it sounds insane, but Suzie saved the world last year. and maybe she can save it again.”
on the walk back to the van you sigh, “you really think she can figure out where a computer is based off a phone call?” you say to no one in particular.
Mike opens the van door so you and Will can get in, then he follows. “worth a shot. we’re pretty much headed that way anyways.” he shuts the door.
the bench seat/ bed was now covered with hopefully clean blankets. unfortunately you were expected to share this temporary bed. it’s not like you’ve never slept in the same room or bed as these boys, but on the same cramped bench in a van was just awkward for all three of you.
so now Argyle was driving the group like 8 hours from california to utah. Will was closest to the back of the van, you in the middle, then Mike on the edge. Will was already out, you could tell because his very tense shoulders finally relaxed. turning on your other side, you weren’t expecting Mike to be facing you now. “hey,” he whispers.
he lets out a long sigh, the air fanning your face a little. “can you believe spring break turned out like this? i can’t.”
“definitely didn’t think i’d be sleeping in Jonathan’s stoner friends pizza delivery van.”
Mike snorts, “wonder how much weed he’s got back here.”
you rub your eyes tiredly, not because they’re itchy. Mike can tell the difference. when you need a renewal of eye drops, you quite literally dig your nail into your eyeballs. it’s terrifying to watch. but when you’re tired you rub them with the back of your hand. plus he knew you had already done them, watching you when you dropped the liquid onto your pretty eyes.
“you have black like, all over your eyes. you look like a raccoon.” he murmurs and shakes his head while grabbing behind him aimlessly until he finds the napkins.
taking them you laugh quietly, “Suzie’ll never let me in like this,” you tease. “ya think she’s even allowed to wear makeup?”
Mike shrugged as much as possible while lying on his side. “she clearly doesn’t follow that many rules. she hacks into the school to fix Dustin’s grades.”
“no way!” you say a bit loud and Jonathan looks back to give you a look. you really can never escape big brothers. “no way,” you whisper this time. “i knew that son of a bitch wasn’t good at latin. he’s shit whenever he makes me quiz him.”
he chuckles under his breath as you dab water onto the towel and attempt to remove the mess of eyeliner and mascara adorning your face. Mike shakes his head, “you’re missing all of it, give.” you oblige and hand him the damp towel.
he gently wipes the makeup off. you wince when it burns on your eyelid. “shit sorry, i’ve never removed makeup before.” if your eyes were open you would see how his tongue is poking into his cheek in concentration, and how his eyes are narrowed so your face is the only thing in his line of sight.
“s’all right. just a little burn,” you mumble, cheeks heating up at the prolonged touch.
when all the black is gone, you open your eyes and see him toss the cloth somewhere behind him. “thanks.. it’s hard to do without a mirror.” a wave of embarrassment runs through you. Mike Wheeler just took off your eye makeup. that awkward but smug mess of a boy.
“no problem. gotta make sure the mormons will let you in the house tomorrow.” he jokes but doesn’t laugh, still focused on only you. except his gaze has trailed down to your lips.
that catches your attention, “Mike…” you whisper, scooting a bit closer.
“hm?” he whispers back, knowing exactly what he’s doing. for a boy so inexperienced he sure knew how to make a girl flustered.
he leaned impossibly close to you, lips barely brushing yours when Jonathan clears his throat, quietly, and turns around. you and Mike scramble apart, both lying on your backs now.
“uh, do you guys need some water? i found more.” he sounds innocent, like he didn’t just separate you and Mikes lips on purpose. but you have a sneaky feeling he did. jesus it was like Steve never left.
Mike is drilling a hole in the roof with his eyes, “we’re fine.”
“well it’s late, you guys should sleep.” he turns off a light inside the van.
“okay,” you whisper, very embarrassed.
you try to let yourself drift off to sleep, but memories of everything keep resurfacing. the burying of the body, the blood, the fact that El was somewhere being hunted by the government. that your friends were in danger back home.
Mike whispers so quietly now you can barely hear him, “sorry.”
“it’s fine,” you whisper back, “why are you apologizing?”
“you obviously didn’t want to, uh, kiss.”
that makes you pause, “uh, i leaned into it.” you’re straining your ears to hear your own words. that’s how quiet you’re being so there’s no other distractions. you’d like one right now though.
“you totally leaned away,” he gets that familiar look on his face, like he’s about to be mad about something dumb.
“because Jonathan started talking, gosh.”
he props himself up on an elbow, still quietly whispering, “you leaned away before that, obviously.” you think to yourself he sounds like a teenager girl with how much he uses the word ‘obviously’.
“i did not!” you say a bit louder than expected.
Mike rolls his eyes, or you think he does since it’s dark in the van, “did too. and shhh.”
the more he talks the more irritated he makes you, “i didn’t, and don’t tell me to shhh.”
“you’re being too loud, some people are trying to sleep.”
“join them, please.” you huff at the ceiling.
Jonathan turns back around, “guys.” he whispers firmly, as in ‘shut up’.
Mike and you both immediately roll over, back to back and shut your eyes. sleep comes easy now, it always comes easy when you’re pissed off. you just couldn’t believe you went from almost kissing Mike to arguing. what a night.
the sleep was horrible. the van kept jerking side to side and someone was snoring. Will and Mike had also shifted closer to you in sleep, leaving you squished between the two boys. the sun was barely out so it was probably around 5 am or 6.
the van stops at a gas station and you can see Jonathan and Argyle fumbling with the gas pump and money through the window. with a sigh you carefully step back over Mike off the bed thing. you grab your bag off the floor bed and quietly exit the van and tell the two older boys you were going to the bathroom.
“be fast, dude. the gov could be following us,” Argyle whispers conspicuously to you. with a fake little laugh you walk into the dim gas station. there was a tired looking lady as cashier and no one else inside.
the bathroom was dirty too, you were surprised there was even a mirror. your reflection is also a surprise, you looked much better than you had anticipated. tired and dirty? yes. ugly and ratty? no. there was still some black makeup on your cheeks from last night when Mike wiped it off.
you splash water onto your face and brush your teeth with the toothbrush you thankfully brought in your bag. unfortunately though, the other clothes you had brought got blood on them as they must’ve fallen out of your bag. it wasn’t a bad outfit to be stuck in but its annoying.
before leaving the bathroom you throw some mascara on and pinch your cheeks for color. you looked a little less traumatized now. in the gas station you bought some airheads and a cold bottle of water. returning to the van you see that Mike and Will are awake and look pretty put together. they probably used the bathroom too, and hopefully cleaned up. as soon as you hop in, you’re on the road again.
“how many more miles?” you’re sitting against the side window on the bed, the two boys across from you.
Jonathan glances back at you, “we’ll get there at like 1 or something.” you groan, so much longer. “i think.” he adds.
“do you know where we are?” you ask incredulously, no way they’ve been driving for hours and are lost.
“we’re in utah, the map is just really goddamn confusing.” he retorts, clearly fed up.
Mike leans forward, “let me see.”
“because you know utahs layout,” you mumble sarcastically, annoyed from it being early, annoyed from last night, and annoyed from everything that’s happened these few days.
his head snaps back to you, “no, because i know how to read a map. can’t say the same, hm?”
that shuts you up, “maps are hard,” you huff and sit against the window again.
Mike and Will examine the map then give it back to Jonathan, “we’re right on track, just take the fifth exit i think. the one that says salt lake city.” Mike explains, using his hands as usual. always so expressive.
minutes pass where only Jonathan and Argyle are talking. then your word search puzzle slides over to you. right at your lap. you look up and see Mike staring at you. he nods and you smile a little.
just like that the tension is gone and soon enough you’re laying on your stomach, facing the boys and babbling about the theme of the pages word search.
“this one’s Madonna songs. i just can’t find open your heart.” you spin it around for the boys to look. Will finds it immediately. “thanks.” you flip the page.
“what’s this one?” Will asks and he sounds genuinely curious, which you love.
reading the title you smile up at him, “star wars characters.”
Mike grabs the book for himself, “we’re helping.” you laugh and reluctantly sit up between them and take the book back. you set it up against your propped up knees and just let them go for it. it was cute watching your best friend and maybe something more guy nerd out over a star wars world search. just wait until they find out there’s a dnd page.
the sight of Mike side profile reminds you of last night, but you shake your head. nope, not thinking about that. it was a moment interrupted and a dumb argument.
out the window you see the big ‘salt lake city’ sign and sigh out of relief. “finally.”
“let’s hope Suzie can use the hell out of her computer.” Mike murmurs, nudging your knee with his.
with a sigh you drop your head back and pray she sure does. all your friends and pretty much everyone on earth was counting on it.
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