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Menominee, Michigan
March 25th 2035
Redhawk had slept in his truck as the self-driving mode piloted the vehicle south on Highway 41 toward Green Bay, Wisconsin. Even so, he was not completely refreshed when he found Fuhrnam waiting on the edge of the Lambeau Field parking lot. While the reunion between the two former colleagues was cordial, Redhawk couldn’t help but wonder why after more than two years without as much as phone call between them, Fuhrnam had reached out to him.
Redhawk turned north on Highway 41 again, but it was getting dark and it would be best to spend the night in his cabin outside of Menominee. He had used the cabin during times of stress from being tribal leader. He would spend a night or two to clear his head, and if the season was right, hunt in the forest ne
