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up without fucking with it too, which was sweet. I think it was Hector who hooked it up for us, which was pretty nice of him. Useful fella.
    We didn’t quite make fifty feet of wall yesterday or today, but between the two days, we did about fifty feet in total. We’ve still got an assload of wall and berm to build, but we’re making great progress. It should also be noted that we are clearing a gigantic amount of area in front of campus along Auburn Lake Road. It looks really weird now. Just a huge gathering of stumps. I am happy to report that there is fuck all for cover on the opposite side of the river, so if anyone approaches us from that direction, that’s good for us. I like my enemies in the open, and exposed.
    Also how I like my vaginas, if you're curious.
    I’m thinking we’re maybe 40% done with wall construction? If we can focus on it heavily and God forbid get a few more people to help from say, Westfield, I think we can really hammer it out. Now my original estimate of late summer can be seriously moved up with the additional labor in the form of the MGR people. Now I think we’re looking at maybe two more weeks of work until it’s done solid. Keeping my fingers crossed on that.
    That’ll be a huge relief, that’s for damn sure. Not only will it be welcome rest, but it means us focusing on clearing houses, finding other people, and getting things done other than chopping down trees, digging holes, and putting said trees in said holes.
    It’s after midnight. Officially it’s July 4 th . Happy Independence Day America. Neat. Wish I had fireworks.
    And a country to celebrate.
    Spilled milk.

    -Adrian

Under the Moroccan Sun

    “The good news is we’re over southern Morocco,” Kate said into her headset in the cockpit of the giant MC-130 aircraft as she looked out the dark glass of the windows. She was speaking to Kevin, the unspoken leader of the plane’s passengers. He stood behind her.
    Kevin adjusted his headset, “What’s the bad news?”  
    “There’s no response from the FOB I wanted to land at. Soooo… it looks like we’re either going to land there blind, and hope to hell it’s safe, or we find a different place to land, and hope to hell it’s safe.”
    Kevin smirked in the darkness of cockpit. It was late and moonless, and above the clouds where they were flying the only light was that of the stars, and the dim instrumentation the pilots watched carefully. “Thoughts Kate?”
    “Well, Nick here says there’s a small town about a hundred fifty miles ahead that has an airport we can land at. If you’re okay with it, we’re gonna drop down under the clouds, do a few flybys to see if the runway or runways are clear, and then put down. Small place like this likely has fuel enough for us to make the Azores,” Kate said.
    Kevin thought about it carefully, and decided their judgment was solid, “That sounds good. I’ll get everyone to gear back up and get ready for a hot LZ.”
    “That’s a wise decision Mr. Whitten. I’d expect there to be issues with violence anywhere we land nowadays.” Kevin saw Kate smirk as she talked.
    Kevin sat his headset down and went to the rear of the plane to get everyone ready for what could be a very rough visit to Morocco. It had already been a long day filled with death and violence. He didn’t want to tell them they had to prepare for more.
    Kevin walked through the red lit interior of the plane carefully keeping his balance. The first person he encountered was Jaden, the leader of the fire team of Air Force Para Jumpers he’d enlisted as friends back in England. The team of special operations PJs had been essential in making their escape. Jaden was tall, handsome, and still covered in dirt and blood from their incredibly violent exit from Mildenhall, the large airbase in the UK they’d been holed up in since June. It was late November now. Damn near December really.
    “Sup Kev? What’s the good word?” Jaden’s voice was a near shout