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The room suddenly filled with a white light, almost as bright as when Enxor revealed himself. "Oh, not this bullshit again." Scythe muttered as he found himself in a rocky desert. "Ghost, where the hell are we?" No response. "Ghost? Respond, that's an order."

The Hunter climbed a rock outcropping to better orient himself. In the distance, he could see a vast sea of aircraft in various states of dissasembly. "Oh hell no." he muttered as he looked frantically for a place to hide.

Tucson was one of the last missions that Scythe had taken before encountering the Blades. Things had been fairly uneventful at first, scouting for Fallen activity, but then he made the mistake of approaching a group of seemingly-friendly scavengers. They looked harmless at first, but then he noticed a Hunter helmet that the leader carried as a trophy. When asked about where he had gotten it, the leader was evasive, quickly turning hostile. Now, it was all happening again.

Off in the distance, a cloud of dust began to rise from the boneyard.