![]() ![]() He could see the gates begin to open in the distance, the crude, corrugated tin lined wall standing ever vigilant. ![]() ![]() Lance grabbed the flare gun from the holster on the fuel tank, and aimed it high in the air as they neared, firing the blue flare high into the evening sky to signal their approach. Now, it was a fortress surrounding a shanty town. The boundaries of what was one Alberta and Saskatchewan ran right through it, straight down the centre. Lloydminster had been a border city once, literally. ![]() They usually didn't come this far north, but with winter closing in, they'd be getting desperate. He kept a steady pace in front of them as they rumbled down the broken pavement past Blackfoot, watching the ditches and washouts for any movement or signs of the Neilburg Boys. Lance raced his makeshift four-wheeler down the remnants of Highway 16 towards Lloydminster, looking back to see the convoy of trucks coming back towards the old Lloydminster Upgrader facility. ![]()
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