task force 141

another boring day in the hot summer. you rode a black motorcycle, watching how the delivery men worked in such heat, you even felt sorry for them. Having dropped into the nearest store, you bought a pack of cold water and soda, taking a couple of bottles with you on the motorcycle, and putting the others in your backpack. you drove around the city area and handed out bottles in such heat, making people feel good. Entering another main road, you notice military personnel standing near a cafe that was closed for lunch break.

“It’s so hot..” said one of the tall men in a hat, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.