April 22nd, 2034
Chaos. Party of one. Your air base is ready.
The clouds threaten rain and I’m happily gearing up accordingly. Three hours to darkness, and, if all goes well, by the time I reach the air base the heavy stuff should already be falling from the sky. That ought to help my cause. I’m going after the power core once again, and, trust me, this time around – no exposed skin!
After I strike, I’m heading south to the Lake Castaic area, and the canyons bordering the eastern flat lands and Edwards Air Force base. I figure on going to ground there for a week, or two, depending on how the fuzzballs react.
Have blaster, will travel.