23Colonel Mal Moore lived out in the suburbs. His backyard touched the border fence, but the other side as far as he was concerned only stretched out another half a mile before the ground broke away into nothing. It was a strategically placed home. Fixed on the end of the road there was only one route in or out and the colonel would be able to see everything from the comfort of his front porch.
It wasn't the biggest house Charlie had staked out, but it was big enough to remind the neighbours what an upstanding citizen General Mal Moore had been during his military life. He was a hero around these parts, which was partly due to the lies he spread about himself, and partly due to the fact this was where most of the retired Institute militia ended their days. And to them he was a hero.
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