It was a cold winter day in Minnesota. Arctic air was blowing out of Canada. The forecast over the local grocery's intercom predicted a major snow storm would be closing in over the night. Scott Grimes was one of many people in the small town just south of a military base stocking up supplies for the next few days. Scott was trying very hard to ignore the large number of angry stares and fearful glances he was attracting. Several of the people in the store were carrying holstered stun pistols.
Scott was a decorated combat veteran. He had six extra-planetary mission stars and a silver star on his dress uniform. He had joined the military when he turned eighteen against his father's demands he go to business school. Joining the military was an act of rebellion, which he didn't regret. After basic training he signed on with the marines. Most of the recruits were required to under go genetic modification. Scott choose the most extreme, most special of companies: the Winter Commandos.