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Baby Gale Flitter
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Fixed and reposted. Also QDisc is >>85062
Lotto alternates between buzzing the unattended door-switch and shoving on it roughly with that rotund hovering body.
<Lotto>'Now, our resources are too limited to do anything but find those with a chance to get in the way of what's to come. To weather the storm and eventually, hopefully, come over to our way of thinking. Whatever that is, I've forgotten how to fix everything, however, I get the feeling you want to help, we can do this.'
While time passes, a formation of armoured vehicles drifts past the wall of houses slowly, their guns and optics turned seaward they mirrored the motions of a distant target but eventually skirted around a corner and out of sight.
<???> A course voice comes from the nearby walls, "Hellooo?"
From the neighboring portable house peeks a broad pair of spectacles and a narrow young woman in a wheelchair. Lotto stares, a little aside himself, or disappointed by the sudden setback.
<???> The older woman speaks again, "I said hello there, are you from the hospital crew? Wade dropped in early this morning and left Pat with me, he wouldn't tell me where he was going but he told me you'd be coming by for her. I haven't seen George for a few days." She goes a little quiet, her whole manner disoriented. "We shouldn't be outside, the radio has been running wild with warnings."
<Pat> The younger of the pair, worryingly thin and wrapped in black hair, waves quietly. Only finely tuned mechanical ears can pick up her voice from the howling winds this high up. "I'm Pat. Are you here for my grandad? Have you heard anything from him?"
<Lotto> "No, we don't know where to begin, I mean I- I don't know where to begin." Then without turning from the pair, Lotto communicates in whispers. 'Okay I'll admit things may take more of your help than mine. I... don't really know what to do without a pilot. I was hoping you'd know everything, if not we're probably in a lot of trouble alone out here.'
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