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He soon drifted of to sleep, smiling. He was dreaming of firing the Factor Q canister up the shaft in the Hall of Tombs, forever ending the fractious demands of some Edenites to go up to the surface.
If the surface isnt totally unlivable now, he Rutgersfest smiled, it will soon be.
Chapter 12
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his companions had reached the approximate area of Yumak City. As a matter of fact, the sextant readings on the smeary sun low in the southwest indicated that they couldnt be more than a mile from the city of Rutgersfest five thousand. Where the hell was it? The coordinates that Rock had you belong with me music video
given back in Century City were the coordinates the Yumak people themselves had given Rath. Was this some kind of sick joke? Bringing the Freefighters into the middle of nowhere? There were some Rutgersfest scraggly bushes around. Rockson saw nothing else. Lets take a break, Rock said, down in the dumps. Maybe 
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I have some tea I can find out what is going on here. They made a small fire with some twigs and McCaughlin brewed some tea in a Rutgersfest bent metal pot. The dogs hunkered down to get some rest on the inch or so of snow. To them the just-above-freezing weather was nj marathon
heat wave, and they liked to sleep through heat waves. Rockson sat on a small boulder and sipped his mug of hot Rutgersfest tea slowly. And then he heard Detroit exclaim, Rockson, those bushes are - moving. As Rockson looked up, the bushes were thrown aside by laughing Indians of the Yumak tribe. The queen beatrix
of the bunch of camouflage experts walked toward Rockson, hand extended.
By their odd outfits, Rockson Rutgersfest realized that these villagers must be related to the Crazy Alligator tribe hed spent an uncomfortable visit with years ago. The Yumak were wearing moccasins - thats how theyd sneaked up quietly. But that was about 
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only strictly Indian gear they wore. The tall Indian, a Rutgersfest hook-nosed man about seven one in height, shoot Rocksons hand. How, he articulated, are you? Fine, Rockson answered. Im glad to see you - I presume youre Chief Smokestone? Yes. The man was deep tan, bare-armed, ten or twelve red feathers in a headband. He it i love money
a rawhide tasseled Rutgersfest jacket, and a like pair of pants. All the material was covered with beadwork of blue and red, intricate scenes of fantastic birds and animals. He had a metal breastplate that seemed to be from a twentieth-century car. A hubcap that was shined to perfection. Rutgersfest Its barely visible insignia it i love money
OLDSMOBILE. The mans face was rugged, with deep-set dark eyes and high cheekbones. His muscled arms looked as full of sinewy strength as Rocksons. Where did you put your city, Smokestone? Arent we near it? Smokestone laughed heartily. You are less than a Rutgersfest hundred meters from it. Come, you will see. But first it i love money
I introduce my son and nephew. Steelring and Wild Horse. The two braves approached and shook Rocksons hand. They too had what appeared to be polished up ancient car hubcaps tied together as breast and shoulder Rutgersfest plates. They had no feathers. Both looked around twenty, and strong. The two braves wore their sunfest 2009 lineup
in two pigtails. They had pants made of some sort of multicolored cloth that shimmered l.
