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Hurriedly you climb the stairs to the observation platform and find Rickenbacker pointing east towards Devil’s Canyon. You do not need binoculars to be able to see the long column of trucks that are racing along the freeway.
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‘Dammit! They must have eavesdropped on the radio conversation Pop just had with Pine Valley,’ you say, your mind reeling at what could happen. ‘I’d bet my last water ration that they’re gonna try to destroy our colony and trick Pine Valley into letting them through the checkpoint instead.’
An icy cold chill runs the length of your spine when you recognize the emblems that are emblazoned boldly on the sides of the vehicles. They are the lion’s head motifs of the Detroit Lions clan. With eyes wide with fear, you focus on the leading vehicle. It is a speedster.
‘Oh my God!’ you gasp. ‘It’s Mad Dog Michigan. He’s still alive after all!’ At once you turn and rush to the steps. ‘C’mon, Rick, we’ve gotta warn the others.’
