After the dust had settled, we picked our way through the rubble. I shook my head, I had been totally against the idea, and so had Anaya, but John and Roger had managed to convince Jeremy that it would be a good idea to make our own entrance, using explosives, rather then trying to find another way in.
Anaya was coughing beside me; the dust just had added yet another scent to the melange of smells that was the forest.
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Really good little story, can't wait for more!
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