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valley, pursued by Homeland Protection Forces. My grandfather hated what the Neocon backed oil companies were doing to the land here, so he helped Justinian by leading him to a hiding place in the Mountains. Later, when Justinian was Emperor, he had documents falsified to indicate that the wells were dry. This was in thanks to my grandfather. The oil companies never returned.” “Somehow, it seems, the Neocons learned the truth,” said Wolf. “But that is enough history. We must prepare for battle.” As he spoke, I could hear the rumble of engines in the distance. “The walls are Fucked, man,” lamented the King. “What are we going to do?” “We are going to the only thing we can, face them like men,” said Wolf as he mounted his bike and drew his slamstick. At Wolf’s directions, I
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