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         “---Mind explaining your situation one more time?”

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Arizona? More like Hell-izona.

Gyro had been as ready as he could possibly be to get through the desert. This place was fucking hot. There was no way around it--and of course, he had no time to waste. He had to reach the next checkpoint, and the sooner the better.

His canteen was about halfway full, and he wasn’t sure how much more desert there was to travel through. At the very least, however, Valkyrie seemed fine. Maybe he’d find a cactus soon, and maybe he’d use his steel balls to draw water from it--for himself and for his horse.

With a sigh, he brought his pair of binoculars to his eyes, hoping that he’d be able to spot anything but desert in the distance. And sure enough, he did. From this distance, it was hard to make out the details. But whatever it was--there was plenty of green. Was it an oasis? did oases exist in the Arizona desert?

There was only one way to find out.