May 14th, 2010. The Darger forces took a day off to reload, refuel, and recover from their 3-day sweep through the disillusioned, desert defenses of Arizona. The Traffic Town regulars made a quick pit stop home, then turned their sights due south, crawling 125 miles along the congested, free-market birth canal that connects the commercialized breeding grounds of cultural homogenization to the perpetual mass-markets of world-wide consumerism - Interstate 5. El Camino Real. The King's Highway.
The mission at San Diego de Alcala is the southern-most command outpost of the Holy Rollin' Roman Catholic Empire's linked chain along the southwestern coastline of the continental United States. It has been a 2-century safe haven for saints, sinners, and Holy warriors defending themselves from the indigenous godlessness.
The Dargers were once again doing battle in a border town; this town bordering the upper enchalant of the western fighting armies, the former town bordering the bottom. Coming into the battle, the Dargers have traveled the middle road, winning 4 consecutive battles; they've reached a happy medium.
The armies battled late into the warm night in an intensely contested jihad. The cannonade of Darger artillery was led by Nos.7, 16, and 99, in a back and forth struggle, with the decisive blow coming from No.27 late in the attack. The Big Howitzer, No.51, came to shut down any hopes for divine intervention.
W is for Winquisition.
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