Winter had settled over a small city of Clearwater, Kansas, blanketing the landscape in a pristine layer of snow. It was February, the time when frigid winds cut through the air, and the nights seemed endless. For Michael, it was just another day on the "office". The cold had wrapped its icy fingers around the city, casting a serene blanket of snow over the landscape. Michael, just off duty, found himself seated by a crackling fireplace near of some tent of the unit. Contemplating the city on a downhill.

"...Mhm, quite cold here, good weather for a drink."

He said while smiling, grabbing and opening his medium-sized plastic bottle of cold Original taste Coca-Cola, taking a big sip on it.