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The Durem guard tower is a relic of a fortification not used in the world today. It differs from both a regular tower in that its primary use was military, and from a turret in that it is usually a freestanding structure. Its main purpose is to provide a high, safe place from which observations may be made. In some cases, non-military towers, such as religious pagodas, may be used as watchtowers.

Bracing himself in the back he looked over the crowds they were traveling through. No hostilities so he wouldn't have a need to expend any ammuntion on them. His right hand held the 40mm "sodomy" cannon at the ready, a tungsten carbide shell in the chamber.

After the lengthy ascent, Athan took a moment to gather himself before posting himself on the western section of the guard tower. He leaned up against the wall, staring out at the city of Durem.

"Hell, shouldn't be too hard. These things are usually pretty easy to see. Like that damn cat."

He remained posted atop the tower for quite some time, diligently scanning the surrounding area. His head was starting to throb slightly, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Being on a bike had many advantages than being in a car, the main one being one could easily weave in and out of traffic and avoid large vehicles, such as the large truck he had managed to avoid before it turned North. Anyway, details aside, Ruuvan was now standing at the entrance to the guard tower with the bike silenced behind him and the doors already opened - someone was here before him. Well, just because someone else had already been here, it didn't mean there wasn't a Petal ready to be found, eh?

So, taking a deep breath and composing himself for yet another long climb up to the top of this building, Ruuvan made his way up the stairs until he emerged at the top. Needless to say the view from up here was just as good as from the Clock Tower, but whether or not he could see anything was a different matter.

Where the heck was Athan? The guy ditched him! Well, it was the other way around, but still! He cursed him under his breath and hoped a bad luck onto him, not too much, he still was a friend.

He ran through the military district's roads.

And so the minivan continued onto the housing for the military.

And continued onto the church.