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Date: June 10, 2000
Setting: Earth
Status: Private (Pollution, Famine, and Pestilence)
Summary: Three Horsemen, one retired, decided to take a vacation.

The day was sunny and bright when Pollution stepped out of the main door of the mansion. His motorcycle was parked out front but even the comforting sight of faded chrome and dirty white paint could not push the headache from his mind. It was very good that he was getting out of this place and out somewhere were he could breathe in the smog and feel like he was doing something worth while again. It also didn't hurt that he was going with two person type things whom he was very close to. Messrs Famine and Pestilence. All three of them needed a bit of a pick me up.

Moving forward, he stroked a hand over the well wore exterior of his bike and sighed, content. His old friend would take him far away from here. They'd go to Africa, the US, Russia and the bleached corals of Pohnpei. Pollution was not going to to allow his friends to work, but they could have fun none the less. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop Famine, Pestilence might be only a little bit easier, but he was determined that they would relax, whether they wanted to or not.

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Pollution pulled up behind Famine and didn't say anything. He gave Pest a smile, instead and waited. Even the small distance between them and the manor made it easier for him to breath. It was as though he had, had something heavy on his chest and had not noticed it until it was gone. He liked that feeling. A large puddle of oil spilled onto the ground and rolled down hill into a drain.