Gen. Smith pointed his saber to the opposing army.
"Fire!" Cannons thundered, muskets cracked, men shouted, and sabers clashed together.
Adam, an old, experienced ranger, and Remeus, his apprentice, watched the recreation of an old battle from a safe distance.
"Erm-what are they doing, Adam?" Remeus asked, fingering the safety on his hunting rifle.
"The Royals are recreating an old-fashioned battle." Adam looked around for any guards while he spoke, "See those pavilions? The Queen of England and the Duke of Austria are having a get-together. But that's not why we came here, come." Adam led his apprentice hunter through the woods, looking for food and supplies, they successfully raided a lonely supply truck, they took food, amo, and the dead guards' M-22s. Then Adam led Remeus through the French wilderness for a few days, hunting. Finally, they returned to their town, hidden in the forest near the Netherlands, a shabby little town of Outcasts (people who had escaped from the Habitat Areas). Remeus took some food to his family, Adam bartered with the other rangers and farmers of the town, then he went to his cottage on the edge of town, right against the wall. When Adam was not doing his ranger duties, he helped with maintaining the anti-radar/sonar device that hid the town from the malevolent eye of the New World Order.
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