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Post by Doc Houseman on Mar 6, 2006 14:25:08 GMT -5
Doc glanced at the strips of cloth knotted and tied to the street lamps.
Territorial boundaries had shifted, this was clearly now Vistari turf. He'd hoped that his journey would be entirely within the suburban wilderness but there was no way through to Tura territory without crossing Stallacome Waterway at 63rd.
(OOC see google earth tacoma)
Where the danger in the suburbs was from stray hara like Indra up here the danger was from the wierd boobytraps that the endlessly inventive Vistari tended to deploy.
Doc checked his watch (a clockwork one that still worked), it was already getting late for the rendezvous. There was only one way to go...forward.
(anyone can jump in)
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Post by Doc Houseman on Mar 7, 2006 16:17:25 GMT -5
With a final burst of speed Doc sprinted out of Vistari territory and toward the Tura zone...certain that silent faces watched from the shadows.
(end)
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