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The weather on the island is pleasant, and large fluffy clouds, miles high are in the sky. There's a slight breeze. Mel appreciates this, because it's at least something good today, other than the obvious.
She tries to hobble (hobble? wait, when did something get wrong with her leg? Oh, right. The 'getting shot at' part.) to the complex. "TRIV!" she screams. "TRIV!"
She tries to hobble (hobble? wait, when did something get wrong with her leg? Oh, right. The 'getting shot at' part.) to the complex. "TRIV!" she screams. "TRIV!"