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THE OIL PLAGUE
Tally and David left at sunset.
Each of them rode two hoverboards. Pressed together
like a sandwich, the paired boards could carry twice as
much weight, most of it in saddlebags slung on the underside.
They packed everything useful they could find, along
with the magazines the Boss had saved. Whatever happened,
there would be no point in returning to the Smoke.
Tally took the river down the mountain carefully, the
extra weight swaying below her like a ball and chain around
both ankles. At least she was wearing crash bracelets again.
Their journey would follow a path very different from
the one Tally had taken there. That route had been designed
to be easy to follow, and had included a helicopter ride with
the rangers. This one wouldn’t be as direct. Overloaded as
they were, Tally and David couldn’t manage even short distances
on foot. Every inch of the journey had to be over
hoverable land and water, no matter how far it took them
out of their way. And after the invasion, they would be giving
any cities a wide berth.