The hardware store stood like a beacon of potential amidst the decaying remnants of Reddington, its three floors towering above the scattered ruins of the old town. George, arms crossed, surveyed the scene as Thomas, Serena, and the construction crew began their work. The windows had long since been broken out, but the bones of the building were strong. This would be the center of their new outpost, a key to expanding New Haven's reach.
"We'll reinforce the windows first, then get the fencing and barbed wire around the perimeter," Thomas said, his voice carrying over the sounds of hammering and sawing. "It'll take a few weeks to fully fortify, but this place will be a fortress when we're done."
George nodded. "Good. This base needs to be secure enough to handle any attacks that might come through here."
