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Looking for alaska

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I see Alaska in everything. In young troops who are determined, in my cat that lounges around, in the sunset, so bright, and even now in myself.

As I stand in front of razor who is telling me a group of us are being relocated. To of all places, Alaska.

Apparently wicked sent a group of immunes to the land there- it had been greatly unaffected although the public had believed it was gone. We were going to go there, and train them. The colonies were finally winning the war, and razor wanted to make sure there were no surprises from the republic.

"Alright slug, you're going, along with Maia," the small girls eyes lit up, "jaxx, ratchet, Thomas," I smiled, "Tess, Rae," the list continued. I frowned.

I looked around the circle but of course I didn't see her.

Of all the patriots she would've wanted to go the most. Home. She would want to go home. Alaska would.

I closed my eyes knowing by the drop in razors voice that the list was coming to an end. I gulped. "And lastly," I looked up, meeting razors stare, "Alaska. Slug, go tell her she's going home."