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jmiland1
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Location: Near Seattle
Fri Mar 13, 2009 5:07 pm
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The sedan was nominally white but currently beige, caked in road dust from his travel through the Southwest. He'd bought it with cash in Allentown just before the trip out. Cash at every restaurant and motel along the way. No need for gasoline--jugs of water were much cheaper, and could be transmuted. Joshua had no plastic of any kind and the cash was running low, but that was his way.
If they can see you coming all the way across the country, it isn't a sneak attack.
Two Samsonite suitcases were in the back seat, with nearly all his worldly possessions inside: a few days worth of clothing, a second pair of shoes, the few books he could afford to bring with him. The rest of his belongings were on him. His tools. His knife. His 9 mil.
The AC was blasting, doing nothing to stop the sweat, just freezing it on his forehead. The air made the map on the passenger seat rattle in the breeze. He'd mostly memorized the route before leaving the motel this morning but still needed the map occasionally, more and more as he got closer to Sacramento.
There was an address on a slip of paper next to the map, and a name--West. A vaguely familiar name, and he wondered if this was someone he'd known in the past. Joshua supposed he would be finding out soon enough.
He turned off the freeway. Wouldn't be more than ten, fifteen minutes before he got to his destination.
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Martin Carpenter - BP 2
Joshua Morris - W6, H7, M7, occultation 1
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