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Solothurn Part 5Ashes fall like snow on a grim, shadowy day. The ruined, empty city echoes with the sounds of rapid gunfire. The odd soldier can be seen running across a clearing, always prompting a hornet's nest of crossfire. Sometimes, the soldier will reach his goal. Sometimes, he falls, bloody and torn. Continuously, uninterrupted, this pattern continues throughout the day. Sometime in the late afternoon, a lone soldier can be seen cowering in his dugout. Like most soldiers seen in this warzone, his face is hidden by a gasmask, though his is fairly dated. His entireSolothurn Part 5


Solothurn Part 4"Huh." The young man rises to his full height just inside his bunker, exhaling heavily. He straightens his jacket as he looks around the bunker, checking the damage. None was left by his unwanted visitor, though he still looks quite worried. He strides from his door to the console at the other end of the room, flipping a few switches and toggles. An away message appears briefly on the monitor, before shutting down. The young man then goes around the bunker. He first grabs a battered brown leather satchel with brass fittings. He loads the satchel with four overSolothurn Part 4


Solothurn Part 3Traitor? Thats worse than merc, miss. How am I a traitor? The woman begins to circle the young man, as he follows her with his revolver. She stops when she stands between him and the console he was working at earlier. She smiles as a sudden, inexplicable wind begins to blow furiously. She rises, amongst the sudden tempest amid the billowing folds of her duster, a few inches till her face is level with his. His aim rises with her face, keeping her nose in target. The wind falls away, but she remains elevated, her legs hidden in a dramatic shadow. &nSolothurn Part 3
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