with a second outpost at Pearce Street Train Station. You know, to hold the bridge in the event of an attack.
He’d made his move, claiming to hold an obvious choke point on the way towards their main position was as direct as he could be with a warning. She raises her chin as she leans her head back and to the side, squinting her eyes as the Sergeant has let her know he is no pushover, but looking at him as if trying to see past his lie.
Francis: A fine position to hold Sergeant. Very easy to defend. Perhaps we could form a cooperative partnership. Perhaps, we could begin to trade along these rail lines, open up a supply route between our two outposts. Perhaps - even assist your people, we have plans to evacuate as many souls as we can.