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He hears rustling in the bushes.
It's late, he's out in the desert alone, and his biggest weapon is a frisbee he found..
"hmm?" Howard said while holding the frisbee.
"Your friends aren't in that direction." comes a voice from the bushes. He doesn't know for sure, but it might be right..
"What?" Howard said looking around.
He thinks he sees a glint of a pair of eyes in the harsh prickly scrub brush. The eyes blink, and he knows something...