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A barren wasteland of debris and makeshift wooden towns lay before the junior class of 20 on an educational field trip. The trip study focuses were properties of desert environments. The class, headed by their teacher, is hiking through mountainous terrain. Their goal is to make it to a small town 2 Miles from the airport. The temperature is 78 degrees and steadily rising.
“So the field trip won’t be a complete disaster will it?” A question proposed by Mr. Osaka, An agitated student spoke first. “A field trip to a dusty wasteland with an old school western theme? How can anything go wrong, and might I add we are hiking two miles in almost 90 degree weather through a desert with a deadly reputation of rising temperatures and it is barely noon”. Ignoring the students complaints Mr. Osaka took out a map and marked two locations. One was the town they were headed to while the other was southwest of that. “Acque, you are the scholarship kid right?” He asked. Although he is smart at times Acque was money short in his family and had to get help for field trip admission, thus he was indebt to the school board. His answer was sly, hiding his own embarrassment “Yes why though?”. “I have an errand I need you to run when we get into town. Our guide will be on the other side of town and so I need you to fetch him”. Acque nodded and tilted his head down low.
After arriving in the small, 1 mile radius of a town, Acque set out immediately to find the class guide who would be waiting in the only coffee shop in town. Checking a clock tower he could see it was half past two, and the temperature was rising still, currently at 95 degrees. After another 30 minutes he found the coffee shop, empty and about to close. The windows and door were made with a thick glass-like substance. The shop owner walked out and approached Acque with a rather pitiful look on his face. “Are you Acque Marquez?” he asked rather dully. “Yes, I am looking for a student guide named Seljuk”. The shop owners face darkened. “That’s just it, your teacher called saying you were too slow and that Seljuk had left here around two thirty five and drove to the hotel. He also wants you to report back to the hotel by three twenty”. As if a switch was hit Acque turned and took off sprinting back the way he came, being sure to waste no more time.