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On the Trail, Day 26

Day 26: As we raised the flag, a low rumble was heard in the distance. My first thought was that Colin and the boys were returning from the scout. Sure enough, a few minutes later the vehicles began coming up over the hill to the South.

It would be a little while before the three Trail Runners arrived at camp, and a few more before Colin and James would come to the command tent for debriefing. Hopefully the scout party would have found something useful out there. The last week or so had been miserably devoid of new information, or any hint that we would be successful in our mission. We couldn’t afford any more setbacks.

I ran down the low slope to meet the scouts as they were pulling into the improvised motor pool. By the time I got there the runners were tethered to the stakes, and the battery packs were charging through the huge cables being stretched over from the generator hutch. Colin was by the platform singing in his runner, with the gunners offloading other gear. I waived and started towards him.

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