Map of the Iron Province

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On September 4th we entered the southern passage. It was quiet, barren, and empty. Didn't seem like it was about to live up to the reputation I heard about it. But that was because we hadn't got to the heart of it yet...

Right at the tail end of the Iron Valley, the hill and cliff formations created lots of places to hide within close proximity, and sure enough as we passed we picked a tail. My driver floored it trying to go as fast as he could, but his fully-loaded long-hauler was no match for these lightweight desert crawlers coming our way.

I quickly grabbed my gear and climbed out from the back of the truck. Rifle in hand, surveying the attack party, and awaiting their imminent approach.

3 crawlers total. 3 bandits in one, 2 bandits in the others. From my enhanced sight, I could see they all had salvaged weapons at best. Handmade at worst.

As they got within 100 meters they started popping off shots as a warning, telling us to stop. I positioned myself on the roof of the truck, aimed my rifle at the closet crawler. Slowed my breathing, calmed my mind, focused my enhanced sight until I was tuned in, and pulled the trigger.

Bullet hit its mark, striking the engine and disabling the first crawler. Now it was just two crawlers of 5 bandits left. But now their shots were aimed to kill, and were approaching fast.

They each came up on either side of the truck, no doubt to divide my attention, but they had no idea this move worked to my advantage.

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