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Foxtrot
"Pffffft 'Just your friendly neighborhood resistance guardian' if she's friendly you must be Buddha, Foxtrot. The way she cut up those guys with no mercy"

Ignoring India's remark, Foxtrot slurped down the last of the udon's soup and crushed the plastic bowl into a pebble in his right hand. The snow around where he dropped the pebble thawed and evaporated from the heat generated when he compressed the bowl. The weather in the city has always been wacky, snow in some places, while blistering hot in the others. Most of the slum dwellers couldn't afford climate control, so they suffered through all sorts of climates. Foxtrot could sense the people shivering from his hideout on the roof of a 80 story building. Thing's weren't as bad when he was younger, but he knows how it's like to live in those slums.

"Hey are you even listening? I'm the most advanced arm you'll ever see for centuries, I'm made of organic living things too, I have feelings ‘yknow. Be grateful I’m your right arm, if I could attach myself to someone else, I’d prefer a pretty girl, not someone mean like you. This is plain abuse, using me as a trash compressor.”
Even music couldn’t drown out India’s ranting, so Foxtrot gave in and said, “Look I’m sorry…”

“Call me hyung at least, I’ve been around longer than your parents.” Despite the subject of his parents being a touchy subject, but this was India he was dealing with, “I’m sorry… hyung. Just helping the environment any way I can, you understand.” Satisfied, “I’ll forgive you this time, you’re my cute little bro after all, but only if you treat me to BBQ and we get to watch the show I like later.” Letting out a sigh of defeat, Foxtrot got up to check the instruments; wiping the snow off the monitor, “The pollution counter went up again despite yesterday's drop, I forgot it was trash disposal day today." India was quiet for a moment, recording all the instrument data, but started up again, "Can we pleeeeeeeease raid a police base today? It's so boring being on standby, and recording weather information all day, even though that's our job. At least lets go pick up some chicks, they don't have to be upper class."

It was always fighting and girls with India, but he was kind of right, this was pretty boring and wasn't doing much to help the overall cause. Sure monitoring all this information allows the resistance to effectively evacuate the civilians in case of a disaster, but like fighting the with the police officers on a daily basis to protect slum dwellers, they'll always come back, or strike elsewhere. The resistance seemed to have come to a stalemate and having been making any slightest gains lately, and vital info runs have been becoming fewer and fewer. There was simply too many things to worry about and Foxtrot didn't want to be bothered with those things right now. "Okay, fine, we'll accept the next moderate level thing that comes up, gotta get at least 30 minutes of exercise in each day right?"

If an arm could look happy, India would be a very happy looking arm.