The next morning brought a flurry of activity to the Den below Forest Grove. The work on the tunnels was going to be ready to begin with the morning shift change. The recruitment had started for the transfer station at the old airstrip, and the competition among the former soldiers about who got to go was intense. And there was one specific pilot very eager to show off to Wolfe that she could bring him to the far side of the Wastes to drop off the first round of supplies.
All in all, there were people running about everywhere and more shouting than Wolfe had heard in a long time.
"Priya, what is all the excitement about? It's just a transfer station in the middle of nowhere." Wolfe called out when he saw a familiar black braid in the crowd.
