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Sean spend three hours in his shed. It was one of the original homestead buildings that went as far back as time itself. The original stone foundation still stood, while the rest of the house had been built and rebuilt over it over 10 times. Sean made sure all his artifacts were still in place his books, his cassettes, his images - photographs that had sat for nearly a millenia, and of course his cassette player. He asked his friend, Torq - a mechanic, to ensure his belongings were all watched and preserved. The ideology of preserving one's items became of great importance, knowing future generations may need these items. He gathered up his travel gear and made his way to the rendezvous point on the western edge of town. They met up, the group of 10. They were all expected to travel on-foot, but they also had a converted quad that they drove in shifts. The quad had a small trailer used for transport and for hauling fuel. They had one wrench on their team. He was good, in fact he was probably the secret of the Timberwolves success, but he was responsible for the maintenance of any mechanical gear. In addition to the quad, the team had two dog-sleds and two fresh teams of huskies. They carried the food and any additional equipment the team might have needed flashlights, ammunition for their rifles and medical supplies. Everyone could perform a little medical treatment, a result of on-the-job experience usually. Even so, every year at least 3 or 4 collectors would not come home. The travel through to Anchorage was going to be a long, long three weeks. The first two days was simply making sure they weren't being followed by rival groups. Claimjumping wasn't uncommon and although there hasn't been a claimjump in nearly 10 years, Terrence did not forget losing one of his crew in the bloody fight. The Township Committee banished three citizens of the town after that. Terrence was nearly one of them, had it not been for his father. They doubled back on their trail routinely and once they were certain they had not been tracked they made their way through the narrow Valley on the eastern slopes of the mountains. Sean had never been this far west or south, though they had some experienced members on their team, one of which had actually been to Anchorage. He had been on one of the first scouting parties to go to Anchorage. The town was desolated and vacant, no-one had survived - which meant that there were many opportunities for scavenging. On the fourth night they set up camp in a ring of trees near to the river. It was early fall, which meant bears were lurking, but they were content to look for Salmon spawning. After nearly 800 years of no commercial fisheries the salmon ran in abundance. The bears would virtually walk on fish trying to get across a river. Food was in abundance for the wildlife of Alaska. Terrence brought out the map and called over Sean and Flynn, who were curious as to their claim. What have we got Terrence? What is our claim, and why are we sharing it? Terrence chewed on a piece of Caribou Jerky, he stopped mid-chew and grinned. We have the best score that the Timberwolves will ever see. He unrolled the map and circled a small area on the ocean in the middle of the town. The words Container Port jumped up off of the sheet. Terrence was practically drooling with excitement. I'm not familiar with what this is Terrence. What is it? Sean asked, intrigued. Well, back before the meteor people used to travel across the ocean and they used to transport goods across the sea in the summer. They'd be transported in containers bigger than your house and they'd pull them off of massive vehicles. That's what our claim is. The claim we have to share with whoever the other group is. We have to mark our finds and once we've claimed them we have to prioritize what we take back. Anything we find and mark is ours and the competition is going to be quick. I've heard the other group is a good team, even my father couldn't tell me who they were though. Sean was excited at the prospect of finding supply containers bigger than his house. What do you think we'll find? Terrence shook his head. No idea, let's just hope we find it first. Night came quickly and they built the fire and threw out feed to the huskies. As the moon came up the Huskies barked and whined and Sean tried to sleep through the excitement of yet-unseen horizons.