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A massive freight container looms overhead. The metal has signs of black charring. It looks like it could fall at anytime. Unless of course you look up a little higher and see the man in blue and red holding onto the loading cables. Making sure there's no one beneath it, Superman slowly descends, placing it lightly on the ground with a groaning of metal. He flies to the front where it seems the door has been fused by an intense heat and his fingers sink through the metal like clay before he tears the door off and sets it aside. Inside are blankets. Some of them are partly fire damaged but still very much useable and repairable.
"Does anyone know where I can find the homeless folk we've been noticing a bit more frequently? I've got something for them. I've heard they have a very talented seamstress but there are a lot of blankets here. Would anyone else be willing to lend a hand in the repairs?"
"Does anyone know where I can find the homeless folk we've been noticing a bit more frequently? I've got something for them. I've heard they have a very talented seamstress but there are a lot of blankets here. Would anyone else be willing to lend a hand in the repairs?"