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Rusty red stormclouds gathered above them and at the horizon they could see the sand that the strong winds whipped up moving towards them. - There's no way we're ever gonna get back home before that thing hits us! Cartridge's voice crackled over the radio; "We've got to find shelter!" Turbo shook his head irritatedly. Cart was right. The only thing was there was no shelter this far out in the desert. As the thought crossed his mind the dark grey shadow that was Brisance pointed her finger, "over there", towards a peculiar bump in the terrain. The company swered their bikes towards it and stopped on the windy side. Cartridge stepped off h