Black Sun Rising

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Descending from a clear blue sky, the AgustaWestland AW119 sent waves of sand scudding across the ground below. The woman sitting by the window gazed out over the desert, lost in thought. The end of the Grand Canyon spread out in the distance, but it had long since lost its ability to impress her. Too many years of traveling the world had taken their toll. Now the world's geographical wonders were little more than an inconvenience, standing between her and her latest destination.

The chopper touched down. The woman uncrossed her legs, smoothed down her flowing linen trousers, and stood. A man with long, ash blond hair was approaching, ready to offer her a steadying hand as she alighted. "Hey," he called, over the noise of the propeller. "How was your flight?"

The woman replied with a one-shouldered shrug and allowed herself to be helped down onto the sand. "Is everything ready?" she asked.

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