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As you speed away from the pass, Rickenbacker glances over his shoulder at the settling mound of rock. ‘That’s one mess that’s gonna take a while to clear up,’ he says, trying to make light of your close escape.
‘Yeah,’ you mumble in reply, thinking about the unenviable task that lies ahead. Minutes later, as you approach the town where the convoy is waiting, you begin to dread breaking the bad news to the colonists. Unfortunately, there is far worse news awaiting you and Rickenbacker on your return to Smurr.
