23 Jun
2024
23 Jun
'24
6:57 p.m.
traffick boss crouches on a log balanced on a small mound and jumps off it as he travels through the air, flying toward land a couple feet of lower altitude than that which he started, he imagines he is on a hang-glider or in a squirrel suit, or maybe with a rocket jetpack possibly is on a rocket-powered hangglider 3/24 as he hangs mid-jump from his rocket-powered hangglider, possibly deployed from an advanced powersuit, he moves a targeting reticle across a populated countryside rogue powersuits that escaped his corporate headquarters are perhaps rushing to follow him on the ground belo--