Nazi troops were spread across a broad expanse of dry, rocky prairies, and Rock had to rely on stealth to avoid them. It was simple enough to say out of sight; indeed, he was somewhat bored, but he knew a need for water and food would at some point supplant the significance of his immediate task.
All at once, Rock was at the top of a very tall, abandoned office building that was coated with white stucco. He had seen it several times before, though it had been years since he had been inside. Its base was at least a thousand feet below the Nazi-strewn prairies, so Rock considered it a nearly surefire escape route. He walked through the top floor to find it filled with what looked like desks from a former newspaper office and instantly wondered if anyone had hidden a gun anywhere.
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