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“Boston is cold” that’s a phrase Alabon has heard all to well since he and his unit had moved down into the city. This day was no different as one of the new recruits had once again complained about the temperature. It was only a couple of weeks ago when he and the rest of his squad had landed on the beaches of Portland, especially with this whole civil war thing going on, it would be the perfect opportunity for the now de-funded Place Protection Forces to prove themselves again. It was around a week ago they started moving recruits and such in, probably after they cleared them of any other loyalty’s to other groups like Patriot Front. However he and the rest of his unit realized that recruit was complaining about it for a different reason this time.
“Those people are freezing out there man. It’s been really cold lately ya know…Surely there is something we could do?”
Another recruit piped up; “We got a bunch of extra clothing in here, right? Why don’t we just go out and hand it out?”
There was a small murmur of agreement from the rest of the recruits, and honestly I had nothing better to do, and so after a quick vote we went out handed out clothing to some people. Even though I may have disregarded some orders, I did do something for the people and to my heart I think that’s more important
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> Warmth comes from the most unlikely of places
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