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Hanyo Soon looked through the scratched, yellowed window of the rear door of his old, battered twin-prop plane, squinting to see through the dust outside, kicked up by their hurried landing. The bright mid-day sun lit up the dry, dusty landscape outside, showing a group of burly men jump out of a white pickup-up truck, clearly carrying rifles and spreading out around the plane. In the clearing dust, he saw the last occupant step out of the driver’s side of…

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Leanna O’Regan didn’t open her eyes immediately, as she felt the blanket she was laying under yanked away from her roughly, leaving her exposed on the bench inside the large helicopter’s passenger cabin. The bright mid-day sun shone through the windows of the cabin, letting a bright shaft of light strike her directly on her face and making her squint and sleepily bring a hand up to shield her eyes. She groaned slightly and tried to turn her back to…

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Rosa Jardine’s head flopped forward, after the old, battered plane she was a passenger of jumped suddenly. The other passengers in the cabin with her also jerked forward in their seats with the shuddering, erratic movements of the 1969 DHC-6-200 Twin Otter. Rosa blinked quickly for a bit, looking as if she was trying to understand her surroundings after waking from a deep sleep. She saw her son, Theo, sitting in the seats across the aisle from her, looking back…

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Dante Valderez stared coldly at the young woman resting peacefully on the helicopter cabin bench, flanked by two young officers in light grey uniforms. She lay on her side with your knees pulled up, and her hands under her face, letting her long, dark hair slide to the side of her face and below her chin. She was only wearing a white t-short and shorts, and had kicked off her tennis shoes, which were lying casually on the cabin floor….

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Hanyo Soon shook his head and rolled his eyes, as he walked back to the cockpit of the decrepit 1969 DHC-6-200 Twin Otter aircraft, leaving the old man and the pretty young woman sleeping in their seats behind him. He stole one more quick glance at Rosa Jardine, his sardonic grin softening a bit. “Sir! Are we there yet?” a young voice called out to him. Hanyo looked back at the boy in the seat across from his sleeping mother,…

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Dante Valderez watched impassively as the unconscious young woman strapped into the stretcher rise up to him from the churning waves below the large black helicopter. Her long black hair was flying erratically around her calm, unresponsive face, oblivious to the deafening thumping of the helicopter waves and the whining of the winch reeling the wire cable attached to the stretcher, bringing her closer to the black uniformed man standing over her. Below the hovering helicopter an orange conical life…

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Rosa Jardine slumbered deeply and peacefully, occaisonally jostled in her seat in middle of the passenger cabin of the DHC-6-200 Twin Otter aircraft by the updrafts of warm air from the desert valley floor far below them. Bright mid-day sun streamed through the yellowed and scratched windows, lighting up all the occupants inside. Rosa’s long dark hair tumbled around her head and down her shoulders, cascading over the print of the crane on her yukata. She had her arms wrapped…

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Leanna O’Regan stood near the entrance to the orange conical life raft, shifting her gaze between the sparkling waves of the ocean outside and the moaning young man inside the life raft with her, laying on his side on the floor of the raft, holding his knees to his chest. “Are you OK, James?” she asked him sternly, “you look pale, like you’re going to get sick, or something.” James stopped moaning, and indeed looked ashen, despite his dark skin,…

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Lucretius Angelus sat limp and motionless in the co-pilot’s seat in the cockpit of the large black helicopter, staring ahead with wide-open, blank eyes and with his mouth agape. His lower jaw was pulled down to his chest, revealing the blocky metal implants where his molars should be, glinting in the morning sun. A glob of drool slid past wires going from the implants penetrating through his gums and his upper palate, and it fell slowly from the corner of…

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Rosa Jardine walked down the narrow aisle of the passenger cabin in the decrepit 1969 DHC-6-200 Twin Otter aircraft, jostled as she moved down the aisle, grabbing on the headrests of the well worn seats. The interior of the old plane vibrated loudly from its two propeller engines, which Rosa could see through the scratched and yellowed windows. The bright morning sun lit up the interior brightly, revealing all of its occupants resting peacefully, despite the dramatic events they escaped…

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