Winter Caravan

Snow's finally come to Hoenn, eh oscar clayton?

They really hadn't thought things all the way through back then.

Standing underneath the unnatural, icy cold weather left in the wake of Kyurem's arrival, he found himself regretting choices that had seemed so innocent once upon a time.

The sound of steps on the snow brought him out of his thoughts.

"Sir— Infinity Industries' volunteer relief workers have arrived. Mr. Clayton is here as well, personally leading their efforts." Second Lieutenant Agatha informed the young officer, saluting.

"Clayton's 'ere, huh?" He said, looking up at the falling snow for a little longer.

"Time to depart, then. Inform the town's community leaders and our officers—" He said,  half turning towards the lieutenant. "The Caravan is setting out."

"Sir."

"As for me— I should go meet with Mr. Clayton, I suppose."

He turned away from the frozen fields and faced towards the large mass of civilians, soldiers and vehicles in the distance.

To any Unovan, he imagined it would've been a sorry sight. The military's lacking equipment was in full display, from ancient, rickety trucks that would've looked more at home at a museum, to the oldest vehicle: tow carts and carriages, moved by literal Mudsdale-power.

Doug almost grinned at the sight. At the very least, it was living proof of Hoenn's nonexistent military industrial complex.

For better or worse.

Well, that's what Infinity industries was here for, he supposed.

As Lieutenant Agatha's voice boomed across the congregation of people with his orders, the young Lt. Colonel sauntered amongst the crowd, his gaze scanning through the people until it found the well known logo of Infinity Industries on someone's chest.

From there, finding Clayton's bright white mop of hair wasn't too hard.

"Mr. Clayton." Called the youth as he approached, tipping his cap. "Thank ya kindly for yer and yer people's help."

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