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Lake of the Woods, Canada
March 15th 2035
Snow swirled, the eddies thick with large white flakes, making visibility all but impossible. Larry Redhawk stirred, disquieted. He strained through the whirling white to spot a landmark that would tell him they were close to their destination. He wasn’t concerned about the flying. The Chariot’s onboard navigation system had a triple redundancy, using multiple vectors from the world’s Global Positioning System. He still didn't like the idea of flying in a whiteout at night. A sudden tall tree or a stupid pelican could shatter the otherwise quiet ride.
The three other Native American passengers stared out at the white nothingness and gripped the armrests of their seats until their knuckles whitened.
Beside the Potawatomi Chief, Tanya rested,
