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The torchlight was in danger of going out. The wind howled and shrieked around the bones of the trees and still Amanda gripped the dying flare. She had ten seconds before the transport landed, and she still had thirty yards of thick forest to hack through.
The booth was red tattered vinyl. It stuck uncomfortably to the back of Carson's shirt as he watched the seconds tick down. Becky finally showed--her hands clutching the package with a hooker's ferocity.