by Brnin8r » Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:54 am
((Dan was loaded onto Julian's bike presumably? Or something like that?))
As the boys were biking through the wilderness off to some odd stranger's house; about ten minutes on the bike ride, after the fort was long out of sight, a squadron of five faster-than-sound jets screamed over their heads the exact opposite way the boys were heading. It was obvious why Gary had wanted everyone out.
Gary had a sombre expression on his face as he led the way. As Ash looked at him, a part of her would feel the logical hatred toward him for not warning any of the boy's forces about the impending mass-homicide...but another, smaller part began to see things on an emotional understanding level; it was obvious Gary wasn't with the boys and his bearded state only helped fortify the idea that he hadn't seen anyone in months...slowly Ash would find less hate and more of a sorrowed understanding for the hermit-looking guy.
As the boys neared the mountain's edge, Gary ended up in a clearing. It was a meager-looking encampment, doused fire, tossed-over tent, an ill-fated tarp...it didn't look like the home of someone who watched everyone. "All right boys park your bikes near mine and we'll try and cover up what we can..." he parked his own bike just past the treeline and grabbed the large tarp and hung it loosely over his own (after Ash got out). It looked like a couple more bikes could fit under there.
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Soon the cleanup was over and all the hybrids seemed beat. They all went back to their bunks and literally fell asleep as they slumped into their separate holes...it was clearly bed time.
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