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 Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 12:53 am
Desert East This is the patch of desert directly east of the airstrip. The horizon is marked by a far-stretching mountain range. While seeking shelter in the mountains may seem a cliche, it is a very real possibility for any who might be seeking to escape any chaos that might center around the little airstrip.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 5:51 pm
A small cloud of dust worked its way up the horizon, working its way westward, towards the airstrip off in the distance. The torrent of sand drew closer, growing larger with every passing moment. Soon a small black dot formed at the head of the cloud, growing ever more until it came to represent a person atop a vehicle.
Fortunately for Gabriel, cousin Gary had insurance on his motorcycle. Unfortunately for cousin Gary, Gabriel was the first one to test out the new ride.
His insurance plan probably wouldn't carry him anymore in a little while. The figure blew past the desert-scape, heading towards the airstrip directly to his west.
Sunglasses reflected the landscape as he headed forward. Where the suit ended at the base of his neck, there was a white section on his right shoulder, where bandages had been placed. It seemed that his injuries, however recently treated, were not fully healed.
Gabe wasn't necessarily on any particular mission. Selba Corp. was already after his head. It was simply a matter of fate that he had wound up directly in front of the airfield. One that he had originally anticipated as being his ticket to safety.
Boy, was he wrong.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 5:58 pm
However brief his stay in the desert was, Gabriel was rather relieved when his tires struck asphalt.
He had set foot (metaphorically) on the airstrip.
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