It *was* extraordinary. This track leading into the heart of the 4 sim wilderness. Not since Azure Islands…
Jeffrie Phillips shakes his head here. In wonder. He knew they were hiding out in there somewhere. Better recruit some help on his side of things. Cunning Poetry, good with a steal and a lie, came to mind, but that would alert Charlene. Charlene? Too busy. Plus that was the whole point. To bag this Knob Noster and bring him home to mama.
How about… Sammie Parr. He could run into her accidentally, say, and the Consignment store. Or down on the docks somewhere — he knew she liked to hang there sometime with devoted boyfriend Richmond Petersburg from Norfolk Virginia, currently *not* on leave from the navy. That was important too. Extraordinarily so.
A smile developed on his face as he kept looking ahead at the straight as an arrow railroad, aimed like Cupid.
Sunklands 