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{{a|opcoboone|}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red sun}} dipped to the the rim of the world, three silhouettes watched the procession thunder across the desert miles below them. An eighteen-wheeler operations battletruck, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket gunships, kicked up a wide pillar of dust. It billowed and hung over the desert for miles behind.  
{{a|opcoboone|}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red sun}} dipped to the the rim of the world, three silhouettes watched the procession thunder across the desert miles below them. An eighteen-wheeler operations battletruck, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket gunships, kicked up a wide pillar of dust. It billowed and hung over the desert for miles behind. A thin track snaked away from the convoy. It ran ten flat miles through desiccated scrubland to a low-lying, dusty settlement. The encampment was ringed by a network of towers.


<div style="text-indent: 20px;">''And so it is written.''
<div style="text-indent: 20px;">''And so it is written.''
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On the ridge, the tallest figure stood in the centre, shrouded by billowing canvas. The smaller outriders sat either side astride dirt bikes.  
On the ridge, the tallest figure stood in the centre, shrouded by billowing canvas. The smaller outriders sat either side astride dirt bikes.  


On the valley floor, a thin track snaked away from the convoy. It ran ten flat miles through scrubland to a low-lying, dusky settlement. The encampment was ringed by a network of towers.  
Presently, the observation towers flashed coordinated pulses of light: three long, three short, three long.


Presently, the towers flashed coordinated pulses of light: three long, three short, three long.
The tall one said, “that’s the signal. It is time.”
 
“That’s the signal. It is time.”


“Are you sure, Opco?” said the left-hand rider.
“Are you sure, Opco?” said the left-hand rider.


“Yes, Algy, I’m sure. S. O. S.”
“Yes, Algy, I’m sure: S. O. S.”


“But, boss, that’s ‘dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash’.”
“But, boss, that’s ‘dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash’.”

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