18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 548

Stella could barely hold back her eye roll at Bran's shameless familiarity. "Feeling any better?"

Bran didn't miss a beat. "I told you, Dad's as tough as they come. He's got enough good vibes to fend off any illness. Even the Grim Reaper would think twice before messing with him. He'll hit a hundred, easy."

Stella let out an involuntary snort.

"Anyway, sis, the bodies on the cargo ship have been taken care of, and I've had the crew clean out the hold."

Bran got back to business. "There's quite a bit of cargo left. What's your plan for it?"

Daniel's condition wasn't critical anymore, just needed ongoing treatment for a full recovery. It was time to deal with the cargo ship.

Stella thought for a moment. "Keep the fuel on the ship. Glass, steel, timber- bring all that back here. Toss the moldy food, split the good stuff-half for me, half for you. If the military handles the glass, compensate them with the fuel. If it's civilians, pay them with food or meds."

"We'll take care of it and hand over the fuel we earn," Bran, ever the slick negotiator, chimed in. "We can take less fuel, maybe throw in a couple extra pounds of food for each soldier. How does that sound?"

What could Stella say? Bran was turning over the fuel to curry favor with the higher-ups while securing loyalty from her own troops with some extra provisions. A sly fox like Bran could make it anywhere.

If only the world hadn't gone to hell, he could've been a match for Shane in the business world. Of course, he could just as easily have ended up in jail or wrapped his sports car around a tree.

"Sis, you and Bro-in-law have been too good to me. I couldn't possibly take more from you," he said, feigning righteousness. "Don't worry, I've checked the cargo thoroughly. Nothing will go missing."

Stella, tired of his babble, took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. "Split the food evenly, and the soldiers' pay will come out of my share."

"Bran, how can I possibly-this is stuff you and Bro-in-law risked your lives for..." "Divvy up your share with Mark. I'll drop by and check on him in a couple of days." Bran, always quick to speak, "Sure thing, sis."

Too late to bite his tongue now! He was proud to be under his sister's command. "Where do you want the glass delivered? Your place doesn't have the space."

building greenhouses, but without

from holding their pee around here," Bran boasted confidently. "Leave it to me, I'll get those glass

record of being a lovable rogue,

of brains at Griffith Base, building greenhouses is a

take a chance on him. "Alright, let's

his grin stretching

of nostalgia, remembering how Bran used to be the life of the car modding club, surrounded by luxury cars and beautiful women, living the

the south district's plantation. The dust storm and the recent rain did a number on the greens; they're

worth of harvest ahead. After feeding the kids, Stella handed over six cans of fruit preserves. "None for you,

building the greenhouses will be time-consuming, and I can't spare that much time from my

"Don't worry, we'll make it look good, or you

his chatter. "Stop blabbing,

in

and restless, Jasper inquired, "Something on

considered. "Bran's actually pulling his weight this time. I've decided to give him

to

"Yep."

reminding Stella that some things can't be postponed.

be on her team. Whether it's networking or survival,

of relief, hoping the day she'd have to turn on him would

gone to work, Stella popped next door. "Why aren't you

explained, "The hospital's overrun. Auntie Sue said she'll come by

strength, then set up the IV drip for him. Noticing the handwritten documents still on the table, her expression darkened. "You're working yourself to the

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