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Old 12-18-2008, 04:10 PM
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Default LA : 0800 hrs July 4th 2019

LA July 4th 1200hrs Temperature 25 C*

A merciless wind howled around the corners of the Library Tower ,whirling clouds of finely powdered ,grey dust up to coat the outside of the NBC - proof windows.20 stories below a ragged line of huddled workers shuffled uncomfortably out into the RAD storm escorted by the MOPP Suited guards.They were heading to the ruins due north to start rebuilding or looting yet another dilapidated structure.General Pain watched them with eyes red and sore from the amount of booze he had helped himself to .He threw his gunbelt on the table without noticing the dent it gave the polished wood.
He ran a few fingers over his scalp and closed his eyes as he brought the hand down to see."..Hay una historia linda ..Un historia de mi amor...He hissed the Norteno ballad under his breath and opened his eyes .
He looked at the hair coming of his head and swore. Rad sickness had made his gums sore,made him puke for days,loose 35 pounds ,shit liquid for over a forthnight,put him down and out with fatigue countless times (whiskey didnt help -but couldnt possibly hurt either he found).And now the shit was taking his hair.Maybe it would grow out with red curls .He gave a little steely sneer of mirth

Outside to the east the ruins of the once majestic downtown sector lay gaping with mangled skeletons of the once huge buildings.A million pieces of broken glass made the dust shimmer with whatever light there was to reflect ,making the ground close to the once gleaming office buildings seem almost fluorescent .Some steadily decomposing cadavers in a street far below had attracted another pack of dogs.The guards fired of a few shots winging one of them as they scampered over the rubble to get away.Nothing unauthorized was allowed to breathe in the secure area around his beloved Library tower.Those dogs would kill and eat anyone not armed if they had their chance anyway.He sipped his herbal tea and gathered his wolf coat around him .That damn kne was acting up again .You would think several generations of WWI and II amputees would have laid the groundwork for the design of his leg.It still made his knee where it buckled on stiff and sore from time to time.Below and further out east ,tracers flashed across the grey ruins .A patrol was clearing a building suspected of marauder or insurgent elements.He watched the small pricks of yellow tracer hiss across the street in front of the building ,raking the door .Some tracers zapped the other way.

But the gangs to the east were a nuisance at most ,denying the area only halfheartidly and never fighting efficiently enough to throw him back .The marauders to his south also so -tougher in terms of available firepower but still basically the same.

It was the north and west sectors that bothered him .The North .Only 10 kilometeres out the loyal men and women of his former organization were squabbling over what to do no that he was MIA , presumed KIA.None of them had taken well the proposal for a sit down and some had threathened immideate attack.

But the west was different .The sectorcommander in this -the last of the four uncontrolled areas that surrounded his headquarters was welcoming him with open arms and callling for his urgent transportation to meet up under the sector commanders protection.All the others had warned him not to try and assert his authority and keep well away -even if he in deed was General Pain ,alive and in the flesh.

But the western sector commander was different .He respectfully urged him to come and meet him -as father and son .

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