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The snow was thick in Southern California, so much so that driving was nowhere near viable. This left the Rangers with only one option: transport via Jet Jaguar.

This was, for the most part, a fairly bad idea.

Isaac clung to Jet Jaguar’s palm for dear life. The winds which slipped through the cracks between the giants cupped fingers howled and nipped at Isaac’s entire body, compelling his body to tremble at the sheer cold. He should have packed a warmer suit. Cable and Linnya, however, seemed to fare better, despite the fact that they were wearing goddamn spandex.

“What’s wrong with you people?” shouted Isaac. “You’re in spandex, why aren’t you cold?”

Linnya shrugged. “They’re warm spandex.”

More snow battered them. A thick layer quickly accumulated on Isaac’s visor, and he wiped it off, only for more snow to replace that which had just been removed. He looked to the sky. Clouds of dark gray stared down at him in menace, their legions of white swarming in violent gyres. Jet Jaguar’s face remained resolutely, unassailable confident as he charged ahead. Fields of snow flattened at his feet in his mad dash for the eye of the storm.

Speaking of the eye of the storm… they must have been close by that point, Isaac figured.

He walked to the space between Jet Jaguar’s pointer and middle finger. With each step he took, he felt like he could fall over at any moment, either from Jet Jaguar’s rapid movement or from the speed of the winds. When at last he reached that nook between the robot’s fingers, he squatted down and peered through. His instincts had not failed him. Just beyond the sleety screen he could see MOBILE FORTRESS ANAHEIM.

- Ragnarust Round 2