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"We're here!"
Max's shout tore through the lead coach and immediately earned several groans from the sleeping bunks.
Von pulled his curtain aside and squinted toward the windows.
Grey.
That was his first impression of Seattle.
Grey sky, grey buildings, wet roads reflecting red brake lights beneath the curtain of rain.
Rows of evergreen trees appeared between buildings whenever the highway curved, while low clouds hung over the distant skyline.
Von checked his phone.
[Monday, November 2nd, 2020 — 1:46 PM]
They had left Oakland shortly after midnight.
With Frank and the Vanguard drivers rotating behind the wheel, the convoy barely stopped beyond fuel and mandatory checks, eating up the long run north while most of the touring crew slept through Oregon.
Von pushed himself out of the bunk and stretched.
