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Reporting...	Distress Signal Name: Hiromi Copress MPA: Type Z Mass Produced Side: Law Enforcement The truck rumbled along the old highway, years of tax payer neglect beginning to show. The sun was hot and the dust was plentiful, but fortunately the mood was light. Ian's squad sat in the back of the pickup, relaxing as much as the bumpy ride would allow. "I find it strange," JP said, that the law enforcement in this country is not capable of providing its officers vehicles..." Ian shrugged. "We're only loosely affiliated with the Government nowadays in a lot of areas. Which means, sadly, the budget isn't quite as fat as it used to be. Lucky Hiromi and I are on good terms with some of the locals here, and the Rangers appreciate some non Government controlled law." Indeed, while they'd lucked out on hitching a ride with an old Government C130, they'd still been faced with a fairly long hike to the Law Enforcement rendezvous point, fortunately one of the locals, an obvious supplier to the local Rangers who controlled this region, had been more than willing to give them a lift. This told them the Ranegrs were also likely headed out that way. Not that Hiromi cared, he was merely interested in a job with some sense of the unknown involved, Washington had been fun, but being closer to the West Coast again felt more natural. Amber reached out and banged on the cab. "Hey old timer, got an ETA?" The leathery face of the driver peered out, he knew these roads well enough to take his eyes of them every now and then. "Give it about an hour and a half missie." She nodded, then sighed as she slumped down. "These mods are gonna hold up right Hiro?" Hiromi frowned, she'd only taken to using his nickname recently, something normally only Ian did, and it felt... odd still. Brushing it aside he shrugged. "Should, just some basic shielding of the joints, should keep the grit and sand out better, still going to need more maintenance than usual so keep em seathed if at all possible." "Alright," Ian said, "lets all run a quick check on our gear, it'll be the last one before we stop so we can just relax the rest of the way. After that we'll plot our next move."
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