2017 06 17

Sat Jun 17 2077

Tir Taingire // PCC Border // One mile east of Boise Border Check Point

The driver sweated non-stop from the warmth of the isotopes in the passenger seat. They said it was somehow salvaged.

Sheep-dipped. Ready to sacrifice all for the Rinelle ke'Tesrae. He'd made contact in Cheyenne with the last surviving cell member after an Earth Elemental had torn through the warehouse. It was go time. The cut-out in Denver said so. He got closer, his grip tightened white knuckle and gunned the engine.

White light. White heat. Hundreds will be dead inside the PCC.

The driver's last thoughts were of his children, gunned down by Surehand's "Peace Force".

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