Hellgate: London: Exodus
Hellgate: London
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FYNBOS BIOME
OUTSIDE CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA
Loud gunshots woke Simo Cross from a too-short slumber and threw him
directly into the path of a killer hangover. He sat up in the tent,
automatically reaching for the hunting rifle beside his sleeping bag. He
tried to figure out where the gunshots had come from, but had to admit
that he might have dreamed them.
Or hallucinated them. He groaned and cursed as he forced himself to
his feet. You know better than to drink like that, you stupid git.
Especially while you're out in the brush.
Bright sunlight lay in wait outside the tent and the mosquito netting. No
one else was up and about. The three other tents comprising the group of
vacationing tourists he'd brought out to view the flora and fauna of the
Fynbos grasslands for the last two weeks hadn't stirred.
Simon listened intently but the gunshots weren't repeated. You dreamed
it. Go back to bed. Get what little sleep you've got coming to you and be
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