t of tes of t a matador. Mei Lin  guzzling fuel because it ate up more road t e of o keep ax on  of electrics and botrol and diesel ioned o matcrying to  to time to breac facility. At luncaff concentrated on getting a good square meal to see ternoon. Caldher hand, were skipping lunch.

    “You get a quota every mont up, t’s it. If you don’t use it, it doesn’t carry over to t month,” she explained.

    “Similar to t t tax is a lot more punitive. t’s if you can get a license,” Caldwell observed pensively.

    to a  as a set of temporary traffic ligurned red. A section of oncoming lane ronic sign  matrix display on a black background read “Maintenance orks in Progress”. ted as oncoming traffic t tared at to run a  a traffic light.

    temporary traffic ligurned amber, t tric in te lane. tapping eering ook a look at tially obscured by ttention turned to t passenger. An ugly mask of battered features stared straig ed mout zero of surprise. t up and ured ion. It he Union.

    traffic beurn and cutting off on-coming traffic. iced all t taking  tor crashe vehicle.

    t. t rubber filled t plagued drivers on the rear-view mirror again.

    “they are closing in,” he warned.

    “Just  need. I take it tered in London.”

    “One and tion.

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    “I knehis was a bad idea,” Mei Lin said.

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