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The Battle of Death Mountain: Staging
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A smile still sat on Red's lips as he turned back to look out the windshield. Death mountain loomed over them as Frost began to slow the truck down. Looking out the dirty window Red looked for a way up. 

A small pathway led up words. It definitely wouldn't fit their large truck, a motorcycle might fit but barely. Red opened the door and climbed out of the truck.

"Looks like the only way up is that path there" Red said ,pointing "This beautiful truck of yours won't fit on the pathway" he said, patting the hood of the truck. " we can walk or summon in a motorcycle, course Thor here can fly" Red said, chuckling as his friend climbed out of the truck. 

"Your call ladies" Red said, hanging in the door way to look at Frost.
You can't stop crime. That's what you never understood. I'm controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? I'm doing what you won't, I'm taking them out.


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