Derek was in his abandoned warehouse, sorting through the supplies his crew had looted from nearby villages, when one of his subordinates burst in, breathing hard and eyes bright with excitement.
Derek raised an eyebrow and let out a short, amused laugh.
"What is it, Aaron? Seen someone pretty and got your pants in a twist?"
Aaron waved his hand, annoyed at the joke. "Not that. The target's back."
At the word target, Derek's face sharpened. "You mean... Ivy?"
When Aaron nodded, Derek pushed himself to his feet, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
Even before he struck a deal with General Frank, he had been planning an assault on the SiIvy base.
The place was a goldmine in this scorching new world: food stores, temperature-controlled housing, resources people would kill for.
In an apocalypse that had turned everything scarce and savage, a base like that made mouths water.
He had been watching it for months, scraping together whatever scraps of intel he could.
