For my Daddy. Whoms issue was not grammar...
Hell's Angels
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Monday, 1 July 2024
Imagine
The North of Sahel. At a star clear night somewhere inbetween Timbuktu and Tamarrasset in an armored hoover craft off the Trans Sahara High Way passing through the empty desert. Boko Haram Turff. The Drone captures a head signature and a few minutes later the AC-10 size Gutting mounted deliveres a message to never ever attack any Road Train again....
