Before Stella Sterling could even see what he had pressed into her hand, Gordon Ford was gone.
Stella Sterling looked down at the handgun in her palm, her eyes widening in shock.
'Even if he's in the military, he can't just be handing these things out to people, can he?'
Gazing at the supplies on the floor, a glint appeared in Stella Sterling's eyes.
'What should I do?'
'The guy's so rich... I'm kind of tempted to just rob him. What's wrong with me?'
The moment the thought surfaced, Stella Sterling scorned herself. 'Get a grip, Stella! Be a decent human being!'
She pushed the thought aside and tucked the gun away. Then, she hoisted all the supplies from the floor, carried them inside, and began neatly arranging them in the kitchen.
She took stock of the supplies Gordon Ford had brought: a twenty-pound bag of rice, plus an assortment of canned goods, bread, and other things. In the current situation, this was enough to feed someone for several months.
