Mission to Barroh Camp

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2013-07-03 09:24:58,
2015-01-23 09:12:57
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"How did it come to this?" Phinneus said to himself as he stood at the helm of the Northstar. Had it been any other day he would have thought himself mad. He had never flown in broad daylight without some sort of cover. Now he was risking everything.

The wind was blowing at his back and the rigging creaked under the strain. He glanced over his shoulder, the camp was slowly shrinking in the distance. He turned back and locked his eyes on the enormous government ship he was pursuing. A smile ran across his face. He was gaining on them.