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Morse Creek, Olympic Peninsula
April 9th 2035
Vance woke up disoriented. Where am I? The last thing he remembered was being embraced by a Bigfoot. In that moment, he felt the presence of hundreds of Bigfoot all at once in his mind. They were silent, but their presence was overwhelming.
He woke again in some kind of aircraft. How in the hell did that happen?
The connection to all the Bigfoot was still there in the background of his mind. It was too much and he passed out again.
As Moore’s craft entered the airspace around Apex Mountain, a metallic voice warned them, “Unidentified aircraft, do not enter this area. Unauthorized aircraft will be shot down.”
“What now?” Redhawk asked.
Moore grinned. “We play hardball.” He reached up and pushed a red-handled lever.
The voice repeate
