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On the planet of Noman's Land, an old car can be seen driving along the dunes of the sand.

A booming radio interrupts the silence. "Good morning listeners, and thank you for choosing November public broadcasting satellite news, this sunny, May twenty-fifth. In recent events, the July Government has announced a new Most Wanted fugitive. This man-"

"And the feds aren't quick to jump." A muscular hand reaches for a flask, spinning the lid open before the car drives over a dune.

The voice speaks up with an annoyed tone. "I don't know what'll kill you first newbie, your driving or me-"

"You shouldn't be drinking on the job anyway," A quite young and feminine voice pipes while a hand with fingerless gloves snatches the flask away. "And that's just the terrain."

Another partly gloved hand reaches for a paper that's been tucked in between the sun visor and the roof of the vehicle.

"By the way," The hand grabs the paper smacking a man with brown hair and a brown beard and mustache in the face at least twice.

"My name isn't 'newbie' Roberto.." The man, or Roberto, grabs the paper removing it from his face.

"I could've sworn it was." He scoffs. "I see you graduated from November University.." Roberto examines the paper.

The feminine voice voice replies to the man "Being a reporter was my dream."

"Shooting for the stars, huh?" Roberto's voice sounds almost unenthusiastic.

"Yep, before long I'll be behind the news desk" The small woman replies.

"They put a rising star on a gossip piece with an old dog like me." Roberto sneezes just barely finishing his sentence, covering his face with the paper that the woman had hit him with earlier.

"Ew.."

"And this is exactly why I didn't want to babysit a newbie," Roberto complains, throwing out the paper he had previously sneezed on. He pulls out yet another flask. Or was it the same flask from before?

"Please we are on the job, and you need to refer to me by my name. It's Meryl Stryfe to you." She glares at him.

Roberto burps. "Oh is it now?" He replies, sounding extremely drunk.

Meryl sighs.

"Here's my advice," Roberto puts his feet up on the dashboard leaning back while laying his hands behind his head.

"So listen up, newbie. Might be hard to tell from your ivory tower, but Noman's Land is cruel beyond beneath. Dog eat dog at its finest, but you'll find that out soon. You've got a hell of a lot to learn about what it takes to survive on the ground. Don't ya, newbie?"

With one pull of the joystick, the car starts to speed up.

"So sweet, thanks for the advice!" Meryl yells sarcastically.

"Ugh, you're spilling my booze!" Roberto complains.

"Any day now I'll get my big scoop!" She says confidently.