"The anti-cold suits count for double. The space heaters and air conditioners are new, pre-apocalypse stock—energy-efficient and resistant to low temperatures. The anthracite coal is long-burning and smokeless, making it far more valuable than regular firewood. And that's not even counting the twenty thousand heat packs, which is enough to last a long time even if every member of an away team uses one." Sue Lawrence's voice was calm, yet every word hit its mark. "I want five hundred thousand Points."
Points were currently hard to come by and in high demand. However, as the apocalypse wore on, they were bound to become more plentiful. So, factoring in their future purchasing power, Sue Lawrence had directly set her price at five hundred thousand Points.
Even Silas Hawthorne was stunned. The normally aloof man's eyes widened slightly as he sized her up like a complete stranger. "You've got quite an appetite."
"What can I say? My goods are in high demand."
