Back at Fortress four, in the command center, some people exhaled loudly when Vicente's car came to a stop. They needed Mrs. Krotchner alive, not dead. And some people even thought it would be a shame to destroy the restaurant.
Buildings that were still standing like it were an asset in the apocalypse. And the town would soon be theirs. Meaning, the building would be theirs, so it needed to remain as unharmed as possible.
"I am beginning to think that he has been inhaling that mist like Warren used to inhale hookah." Lisha said, loud enough for people around them to hear.
Warren hissed. "Hey...I thought we agreed to keep that a secret."
Hades barked at them both. "Not now you two. We need drones and cameras over this area. They have thriving flowers, we need to know how and why."
Fingers click clacked on keyboards as comms officers and others in the command center got to work.
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