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Mike mopped again at the sweat on his forehead. He wished it was only due to trudging around in the Nevada heat and the threat of being unexpectedly eaten alive by some desert beast. So far he’d spotted only three sparrows and one lizard as long as his forefinger.
The three perimeter guards had looked bored out of their skulls when he’d first stepped from the aircraft with his fistful of plastic bags and a set of orange flags that Holly had given him as his only defense.
After Mike had decided that the center of the aircraft’s wreck should be where the wings had once joined onto the fuselage, he pulled out his tablet computer. The guards had seen them wandering through the wreckage enough yesterday that it apparently didn’t raise any alarms.
Now that Miranda had departed, they were
