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“but I don’t ever remember anything like this. Feels like my damn bones are frozen.”
                  “Want me to make you some hot chocolate?” Ben joked.
                  “Oh man. I’m not too proud to say that there aren’t many things I wouldn’t do for a mug of that.”
                  Ben laughed and tried to suppress a shiver. “How are you holding up?”
                  “It’s nice taking the fight to those…fuckers,” Ohio said.
                  “No injuries?” They all had bumps and bruises but it was the open wounds they had to be careful about. All it took was a single cut from one of the broken pieces of rebar lying about to get infected and they would be done.
                  “Nope, healthy as a fox.”
                  “Is that a saying where you come from?”
                  Ohio thought about it for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a saying anywhere.”
                  “For good reason,” Ben said and gave him a playful nudge.
                  Reaper walked back into the room. “Ben, you got a moment?”
                  Ben got up slowly as his muscles struggled to wake up and give him the strength. As soon as his body left the warm area he had created a cold wind found its way through his layers of clothing. He hated the winter. Reaper was in a window-less room in the interior of the building with a single candle on a table. He was huddled over a map of the city.
                  He looked up as Ben entered the room, then went back to his map. “Little chilly, huh?”
                  “You could say that,” Ben said as it felt like his teeth were going to start chattering. 
                  Reaper continued studying the map for a few more moments and for a second Ben thought he might have been mistaken and the man didn’t want to talk to him. Finally the man scooted the map to the side and sat down in a nearby chair.
                  “Just wanted to say that you all have done a good job since you joined up. I wasn’t expecting much but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t ready to be disappointed, but you haven’t killed yourselves or any of us.”
                  “Uh, thank you sir,” Ben said.
                  “Take a seat,” Reaper said, pointing toward a chair. Ben sat down and bundled himself up again. “I’ve seen the way Ty and Ohio look at you. They see you as a leader. You have the potential, you just need the experience and the drive. You hate these Ricers?”
                  Ben paused. He didn’t like them, but hate them? If he saw an enemy soldier he would shoot before they could; it was self-preservation. They were invading a country that wasn’t theirs, it was his.
                  Reaper shook his head once. “That’s what I’m talking about. These Ricers are intent on killing every single one of us if given the chance. If you don’t hate them then you won’t be able to do what you have to in order to stop them.”
                  “Why do I have to hate them to stop them?”
                  The man grunted. “How the fuck do you not hate them? They’re trying to take your home. They’re trying to kill you.”
                  “That is why I’m here fighting them. I won’t hesitate to shoot and kill them but I don’t think I need to hate them in order to do that.” Ben watched as Reaper’s face filled with disgust. “Look, my home was attacked, my father and little brother were killed-”
                  “And yet you still don’t fucking hate them Ricers?”
                  “Those Ricers weren’t the ones that did it.” Ben’s fist hit the table. “They were Americans. Our own people.”
                  Reaper shook his head again and