The sharp, cold breeze caught the King’s albino overcoat in the wind, flapping behind him as he walked. The boots he wore protected him barely from the harsh elements of Snowtown, but they’d have to do. No supplies got in, nor out. The King strutted towards the Forward Operating Base, only to be greeted by two familiar faces standing guard. “Siro, stand down,” the King commanded, but the young Sergeant refused to move, while his comrade hurried out of the way. “I’m sure my matters are much more important, Siro. Colonel Raine was found murdered.” “King, come here. We got ourselves a sponsor.”