Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Obviously, Johnny looked like he couldn't wait to bring up the subject we talked about yesterday and he was deliberately pushing off his glass of liquor while staring me dead in the eyes. But yeah, he was still polite enough to entertain Royo, who was in the same department as him, and his stories would always make Johnny let out this nostalgic smile.

In any case, we still had a lot to talk about and Iskoh started by taking a sip of alcohol:

"Mmmh~ This is good—"

Oscar chuckled, "Nothing but the best."

"Heh, that's right. It's my first drink in a while… Anyway, the people from Subic Bay have made contact with me and even though there'd be delays, the people they sent over were already a huge help with the dead—and I've been made aware of our other project that keeps getting delayed. It has something to do with the train stations, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I know it's a bitch to clear them alone but it'd be a huge boon if we reclaim it for ourselves."

Morales joined in, "It's been a while since I've seen you all but in regards to clearing LRT Line 1, my groups are going in a different direction but it's still with a purpose. We didn't have too many problems but QC(Quezon City) and Manila—especially the place you meet in the middle—were too fucking congested.

It's a fucking infestation after infestation and we need to take care of that problem too. It's a miracle there are still people surviving out there. It seems neverending, for some reason, and mix it in with those weird ones and it's a can of worms."

Oscar added, "Well, our Russian friends are doing some of the work and we did a little in the day and you're right, we need to redirect some of our people over to that side—the best way is to have them camp in your outpost like Artem's group did."

Morales nodded, "They've been a great help, really. We could focus on one thing at a time since they're helping over between the areas we can't cover with my main group."

I chuckled, "You guys buried the hatchet?"

"Somewhat, but I got beef with you now."

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"How—"

"Why'd you make Jose stay over on that place?! I need him in the Harbor!"

I rolled my eyes, "He doesn't want it here and he's the perfect liaison for the Academy and the people I've been working with."

Morales shook his head with a frown as he glanced at Quinn, "You mean with her type of people—"

Quinn never backed down, "HEY! IF YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, GIMME BACK ALL MY VEHICLES FIRST! YOU'VE BEEN HAPPILY DRIVING THEM, RIGHT?!"

"Haah?! ALL OF THEM ARE STOLEN ANYWAYS!"

"WHICH YOU FUCKS ALSO STOLE! I GUESS WE'RE IN THE SAME BOAT, HUH?!"

"YOU—"

Iskoh cut them off, "HEY! We're not here to argue! We do, kind of, but not in this type of way. I didn't want to put this out there but as much headaches this group had given me in my term, looking at it now, they indirectly helped me in some way. The gangs of Manila are no joke and the police can't take care of all of them, they need policing of their own."

Quinn scoffed, "We didn't do shit to help ya, those fucks were just in the way. If you'd pay me for our indirect help, you can return my vehicles, especially the ones in your impound— Take the 911 as my tip to ya, ya seem to like it."

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I had to break the silence, "Alright, Quinn… you know we can't return those vehicles now because they're obviously in use—"

Iskoh cut in, "If you know the model and the serial numbers, we can—"

Quinn cackled, "HAH! You think we do serial numbers?! I'll know one of our own once I see them. But fuck it, keep it as us but you fucks owe me."

Morales shook his head, "Why would we owe you?!"

Quinn looked at him like he was an idiot, "Dumbass, compare how my cars handle to stock shit—and if you had a semblance of sensitivity in ya, you'd notice how they drive that fucking well. And it's all because of me. They weren't there to be sent to me, it's already for export or direct selling here—well, not all of them are but the ones who drove my shit should've at least noticed a difference."

Oscar nodded a few times, "You took care of that Power Wagon?"

"Yeah, a bitch to import parts. Had to make some of them on my own."

"Haa… You have no idea— I owe you just from restoring that beaut, thanks."

Quinn let out a smile, "At least some of you know how it is."

Iskoh sighed once more, "Alright, if you have the time to visit my place, we'll—"

She cut him off, "I already said you can keep 'em, it's finders keepers once the world turned to shit anyways. Just remember me when I cash in the favor."

"Sure…"

Quinn chuckled, "And I'm cashing it right now— It's very easy so listen up: we're all the same right now so don't get high and mighty on me just because you're the fucking 'good' guys. If you get stuck up on that bullshit that fucking guy *points at Morales* has been on ever since he found out I'm a criminal, trust me, we won't last that long.

You have it hard but we have it hard too, I'm putting my neck out for this shit to work between groups *points at me* and he is too, so give me a fucking break and just let me do what I'm good at. I can even help you fucks make the trains fully functional once you cleared it from the dead."

Iskoh replied, "I— I respect that, I do… but we should really think about how we should start this first. She can't work her magic on this if we don't clean that place up."

I cut in, "I have some ideas."

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