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(Continued from previous page) progress than normal because the forest had over grown the old trail along the Tikil River. Half way up, he heard the power line buzz. It became louder as he climbed past the hydroelectric plant. About noon he stopped near the Tikil spring to eat a lunch of jerky and bananas. He stood under the canopy and listened to the water gushing from the mountain. His eyes followed the power lines up the mountain, but he couldn't see the radar site. He knew that when the Imperial forces invaded |
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Stories Copyright 1999 by Steve Gastineau Update 11/7/99 |
