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They carried sheets of wood and lumber over to a flat area off to one side.It wouldn’t be in the way of their trucks as they came and went.It was also far enough away from their home that it wouldn’t be a safety hazard if the gas caught on fire.
It took longer than Camriel had expected to build the floor, four walls and a flat roof.While it was too short for them to stand upright in, it was at least large enough to contain their stores of gasoline.
“We need to put a door on this,” Amaros said.They’d left an opening, but were missing a few crucial items.
“Hinges and a doorhandle would help,” Camriel said dourly.Neither of them had thought to grab any when they’d been in the hardware store in town.
“The resort has plenty of both,” Amaros reminded him.“We can scavenge what we need from there and avoid returning to the town this time.”
“The fewer people who see us coming and going the safer our base will be,” his second agreed.“We should be stealthier whenever we visit the town.”
“I wish there was another route down from the mountain,” Amaros said.“The only other road will add several hours to our journey to and from New York.”
“We won’t have to drive there and back once more of our team arrives,” Camriel said.“Soon, we’ll have enough power to be at full strength again.”
“I hope Zoe has more visions of my team turning up,” Amaros said.“We might have to go in search of them if she doesn’t get more tips soon.”
“This isn’t like any of the other wars we’ve fought,” Camriel mused.“What if they all straggle in one by one?”
“Then we’ll continue to be weaker than usual,” Amaros said, unhappy about that prospect.“If it was just us, I’d find a base closer to the city.With two cambions to keep safe, I’d rather travel the long distance than for any of our enemies to find them.”
Camriel snarled quietly at that thought.“We can’t let any of the cambions be claimed by their sires,” he said, glad the generators muffled his vehemence.“They’ll become as evil and twisted as the cambions we’ve fought in the past.”
Amaros nodded.“Their numbers are limited this time, thanks to Fate stepping in.We won’t have to track down hundreds of younglings and slaughter them.”
“We’ve rarely had to fight full grown cambions in the past,” Camriel mused.“Our wars haven’t lasted long enough for them to mature.”
“They’re all mature this time,” Amaros said.“Zoe and Grace turned out to be sane.Let’s hope the others will be as reasonable as they are.”
Their conversation petered out when the females emerged from the main building.
“Nice shed,” Grace said, complimenting their work.“It’s the perfect height for me,” she added, stepping inside to take a look.
“That’s because you’re a munchkin,” Zoe teased her.“Do you want help transferring the gas inside it?”she offered.
“Sure,” Camriel replied, grasping hold of her offer.The more time she spent in Amaros’ company the better.
“We set up all four beds,” Zoe informed them as they began carrying containers of fuel into the shed.
“You won’t have to scrunch yourselves up on the cots anymore,” Grace said mischievously.
“I just hope my bed will be long enough for me,” Camriel said with a grimace.
“We can use our sleeping bags for now, but we should grab linens, towels, washcloths and anything else we can find from the resort,” Zoe said.
“We’ll go tomorrow,” Amaros said, peering at the sky.“I don’t want to risk being caught outside when the storm arrives.”
“You don’t want your precious tank to be damaged,” Grace teased him.
Amaros didn’t deny it.“Speaking of which, we need to learn how to make a concrete slab and build a garage for our vehicles,” he said.
“That’s going to be a big job,” Camriel figured.“It would help if more of our crew turns up soon.”
They all turned to look at Zoe, waiting to see if it would trigger a vision.
“I’ve got nothing,” she said apologetically, then turned to retrieve another container of gas.
Camriel and Grace both smirked when Amaros’ eyes followed the cambion’s every move.
