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{{a|opcoboone|}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red sun}} dipped to the rim of the world, they watched the procession thunder across the desert, a mile below. An eighteen-wheeler Double-O battle-truck, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket-class gunships, hurtled along a dirt track that snaked away for ten flat miles through desiccated scrubland | {{a|opcoboone|}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red sun}} dipped to the rim of the world, they watched the procession thunder across the desert, a mile below. An eighteen-wheeler Double-O battle-truck, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket-class gunships, hurtled along a dirt track that snaked away for ten flat miles through desiccated scrubland to the Settlement. They were closing in. | ||
<div style="text-indent: 20px; margin: 0; padding:0;">The watchers stood on an arête, 4,000 metres above the plain. The tallest of them was shrouded in a billowing canopy. The outriders either side of him straddled dirt bikes. | <div style="text-indent: 20px; margin: 0; padding:0;">The three watchers stood on an arête, 4,000 metres above the plain. The tallest of them was shrouded in a billowing canopy. The outriders either side of him straddled idling dirt bikes. | ||
They took it all in. They scanned the Settlement. Aside from a curlicue of smoke drifting up from the central [[boilerplate]] processing complex, all was quiet. The seven gaunt baffle-towers that ringed the citadel remained dark. | |||
''But for how much longer?'' | ''But for how much longer?'' |