Sinnerman tracked that brumby truck from the dump and we roaded west, follerin it on the scanner, rollin thru forest an trees then out past the dyin farms an the old grain silos which now the food come from unnerneath the gigacities.

We've sussed out how to open the lock.

Maybe we can use her we find a way to maintain that Silver's people phoneyed up the evidence we found.

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