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23 August, 1933: As
they stand upon the plateau and gaze upon the barren landscape, Porter offers
to carry Oded’s backpack. “No thanks. I’m responsible for the Haftarong (nuc)
device; wouldn’t want it damaged.” Meanwhile, Mira inventories her own
backpack, “Both flame-pistols, 4 sticks dynamite. Yeah, I’m good to go.” With
binoculars, Isaac scans the base of the Citadel, “Hundreds of serpentmen along
with those helmeted T-Rex. Outnumbering their foe which look like multi-eyed
abominations. Yeah, we can just slip right past them. What are we waiting for?
In fact, there’s a trail.”
