Joe chuckled to himself as he heard the brothers bickering. It made him think of his own brothers back in Boston. He had no idea if Connor was still with the BPD. Those that were left in the police force had to be loyal to the Soviets and he would like to think his brother had the stones to tell the Commies where they could stick it. 

Danny, on the other hand...

The rest of the group didn't know it but they had heard Joe's brother on the radio two weeks ago. During one of those propaganda segments where they interviewed some of the Quislings in New England. They would always tell the interviewer of the benefits of the new regime and new way of life and how much happier they were in the new America. One of those people interviewed was Daniel Sullivan, now governor of the state of Massachusetts. Joe always knew Danny was the most ambitious of the three brothers, but he had no idea he'd go this far for power. Joe's anger rose and rose with every piece of bullshit Danny dropped in the interview. He did his best to mask his anger and hoped like hell nobody looked his way. There was no way in hell anyone in the group could connect him to Danny. In Boston you could spit and hit some fucker with the last name Sullivan.

Joe took his Beretta out of his waistband and plopped it down on the cot that he called his bed. Dan was calling to break out the M4's and Joe had to grimace at that though. When it came to things like handguns and shotguns Joe could hold his own with the Giguere brothers no problem. But in the area of rifles and automatic weapons he was sorely lacking. The training they'd underwent went a long way to making him more comfortable with an M4, but he still felt awkward with it.

"Wish we could find one of them automatic shotguns," Joe muttered as he lit up a cigarette. "I could wipe the floor with Ivan if I had one of those."