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October 18, 2007

Tanya: Untitled

Bernard kept his eyes on the terrain, white-knuckled. “It’s just like driving in the Gunbarrel. Nothing to get freaked about.”

He hated this trip in the best of conditions, and now the enclosed crawler was bouncing like a jackhammer. He’d check out the suspension later. The spikes digging into the rocky, barren surface should keep the ride much smoother.

“I’m in for a thrashing if I don’t get the transmitter fixed fast,” he muttered. More likely a deep six, really, and he knew it. The boss was closing the trap on Ed, and needed the data sent out, like, yesterday.

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