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Montana squinted his eyes against the rising sun, subconsciously his right hand reached up to the collar of a worn, plaid button shirt, to grab a pair of sunglasses he then proceeded to place on the bride of his nose. He had not bothered to trim his beard, figuring that the rougher he looked, the better his chances people would avoid messing with him. Not that he was trying to scare anyone, a little unhinged just seems to work a lot better in the apocalypse. Washed out denim jeans that have been repaired one too many times, clung to his hips for dear life by means of a leather belt and to top it all off, a pair of old, brown, leather boots.<br/>
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The call of a bird caught his attention and he shifted his gaze towards the Spire, once meant to be an architectural masterpiece it now stands lone and forgotten the midst of a nigh empty wasteland. Surrounded by shrubberies and the occasional tree it stands out like a sore thumb. As stark as the contrast is between its inhabitants and Montana’s own feelings towards the place, it remains his home and he would endure its bureaucracy as long as it keeps providing him the necessary protection. He sighed and rolled his shoulder blades, winching ever so slightly and adjusting his position against the tree he was leaning on. The air smelled fresh and clean, the kind of smell that promises it’s going to be a hot day.<br/>
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Despite enjoying his time away from the hustle and bustle that are the third and fourth layers of the Spire, despite the fact no enemy faction would be stupid enough to venture into the south part of the city, he remained vigilant. A weird state of semi-hyper-awareness he could not turn off.  The first buildings lay a couple hundred meters behind him, he had effectively placed himself in the smack middle of nowhere. States and cities hold little meaning in the new world and no one had bothered with their names for months, they had just become the city or the east city, or the city beyond. Not very original, but effective enough that it works. ‘The City’ a former concrete jungle, is now natures new, favorite playground. Vegetation has sprouted from every possible crack and cranny, covering any surface it can get a hold on, determined to reclaim its place in the spotlight that is the sun. <br/>
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Montana once again diverted his attention back to the sun in an attempt to guess the time, there was rather large clock at the Spire, but he wasn’t in any position to get a visual. He had gotten up early and made sure he had all needed equipment at hand before heading out. Mainly the Marlin 336 hunting rifle and his hand axe, everything else he considered secondary. Though scavengers are revered by the majority of the lower levels of the Spire, it remained a job with a high probability of injuries and death, a job for the desperate or slightly crazy. Montana wasn’t sure which one he belonged to, maybe he was just an addict looking for his daily fix of adrenaline, a lifestyle he had grown accustomed to these past three years. And now he would start his own crew… What was he thinking? To bear the responsibility of someone else’s life?!<br/>
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He pushed himself away from the tree, but his intent to pace was short-lived as he noticed movement to his left, leaving him little time to second-guess himself. He straightened his posture and narrowed his eyes in the direction of the shadow. All arrangements were made and everyone was made aware of the risks. Slowly he tilted his right shoulder downwards and let the strap of his hunting rifle slip down the length of his arm until he felt the wood and metal against the palm of his hand. Some he had recruited himself, others had offered their services. He firmly gripped the handle of his rifle, the barrel aimed at the ground and remained still and silent.  <br/>
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Today was supposed to be a test, an easy mission to see if everyone lived up to their reputation, and he had told them to meet him in the middle of nowhere. He could’ve had the meeting at the spire, it would’ve made more sense, but then again he would miss out on the fun of seeing how they handle themselves in an open area and also, as a ambitious disciplined man himself, he was curious to see who would arrive first. <br/>
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