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"Tim hurt his face a long time ago.  The mask protects it." Tanner explained.

A loud whirring noise filled the hanger as both Vertibirds powered up, followed by a mechincal screetch as the hanger's overhead door rolled away.

"This is Devil 1, we're up and away." Captain Tanaka's voice crackled over the radio.

"Devil 2 is ready to go." Airman Priors replied.

The roar of jet engines filled the hanger, and one Vertibird shot into the sky, followed by the other, both bolting for the California coast.

Out below, the rough landscape of the Mojave Desert rolled by. The Sierra Nevada mountains rose in bumps and crags in the distant. From so high up, the land was unidentifiable from one tract to the next. What was California, what was Arizona, and what was Nevada could not be separated. At thirty thousand feet, dirt was dirt.

The cabins of the Vertibirds were loud, lacking the sound-proofing of non-military aircraft, but they could hear Tanaka's voice well enough over the radio each of them held in their ear.

"Welcome to the NCR, people."

The birds split paths, as Devil 1 shot straight for the coast, and Devil 2 turned east, towards the Big Empty.