jenblanc

      Desman stood atop the old watchtower, trying to make out the shape on the horizon in the predawn light. “Just as I said, mate,” Sev called out from below him. “Brand new. Never seen the whole thing before, just the solar panels peeking out sometimes.”       The dunes had been blown aside, a sandstorm passing over the last several days and exposing what looked like some sort of facility. Desman nodded to himself, collapsing his spyglass. A brand new site, untouched possibly since the Cataclysm, and he was going to be the first scavenger out there.      He climbed down the tower, a wind-scoured skeleton of some hal