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[@Sol Grim] 


The map caught the moon’s pale light, lighting it up just enough for Dallen to make out the finer details. 


The markings were indisputable. 


About five hundred and forty odd miles from New Reno sat the ruins of a place called “Salt Lake City”. The bombs had flattened most of Utah, and a direct hit to its capital had left a steaming gorge in the place of the former state’s most populous city. 


The “Salt Lake Chasm” that the two men had spoken of was in the middle of a New Canaan, at the other end of an immense stretch of nuclear wilderness. Whatever Breckinridge was after, he was willing to fight through mutants, tribals, and countless other horrors to reach it. 


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[@Andreyich] 


“It's no trap, hermano,” the man said simply, shrugging his shoulders “The Donna won’t be around much longer, and the smart money's on the Torres family. If you wanna talk freely, come to the Last Call, in downtown. You can’t miss it.” 


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Darlia Lazzari had been walking for three hours when she reached the outskirts of New Reno. 


Her legs ached, her mouth was dry, and her cuts stung, but she was thankful to be alive. She knew she wouldn’t have made it out of the camp alive without the ghoul’s help, but she didn’t have time to mourn his sacrifice. 


She had to chose her next movements very carefully. The Torres family would shoot her on sight, and the revelation that Esteves and his army of zombies were out to get her was more than a little disconcerting. 


Mancini could help her. She’d go to Mancini.