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To Cooper, the interaction with Havenshire was one with mixed emotions. The woman called Idris had lowered her weapons and even let him go. But on the other hand, the map from Sarah's killer had pointed towards this town. It had taken him some time, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. <br/>
His trek south had been accompanied by many such thoughts. He had even turned on his heels twice to head back towards Havenshire. Yet something told him to keep moving. Keep pushing south, his inner thoughts told him. <br/>
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It was late afternoon the day after his meeting at Havenshire when Cooper decided to take a rest. Cresting a hill, he let out a sigh of relief. The climb had been taxing so it felt good to finally stand above the hill. The view leaving him breathless. Standing above the lowlands before him, it was clear how much nature had already retaken in such a 'short' amount of time. <br/>
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Taken a seat upon the dry grass he rummaged through his pack. Fetching a ziplock bag with some dried jerky, Cooper took a small piece and started chewing. Even now his mind kept racing back to Idris and her busboy helper. The longer he was left alone with his thoughts, the more he believed the woman. She looked capable and smart. If she had meant him harm, he would have noticed it. Yet here he was... allowed to leave without a scratch. Chewing upon his jerky, he grabbed his map and started studying it. <br/>
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Scanning the map, Cooper decided to head further south. Maybe Tallahassee? While lost in thought, his attention got drawn by the sound of a gun being fired. Immediately looking up he scans his surroundings. The gunshot sounded far enough away yet he was still on guard. Finally he sees something out of the ordinary. A tiny speck of dust due east. Frowning he looks for his binoculars and takes a peep. The dust obscuring most of his view but he sees two people some distance afront the dust speck. One on horseback the other on foot. <br/>
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Confused about the whole situation, Cooper picks up all his belongings and decided to go check it out. <br/>
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