When the War Came

[freestyle_one]

The warehouse is cold, and damp, and about six safety codes out of date. But it's safe. For now. Rain riccochets off the corrogated tin roof metres above, a constant drumbeat. They could have used that rain a week ago, when the ashes of the Sanctuary were still smoltering too hot to try and see if somehow

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[w_zimmerman]

"Thanks, Kate," Will tells her, smiling weakly and staring out at the cold rain. He's been coordinating between their refugees, existing abnormal cells, and sympathetic local since the Sanctuary went down, and he's exhausted. But sleep's not a luxury he's willing to allow himself, any more than warmth or a square meal. "How are our guests holding up?"

[freestyle_one]

She knows the feeling, she hasn't slept in three days straight, and only in snaps and splashes before that.

"Mostly trying to get some sleep, but we've got to do something about the heat, got a call about three hypothermic kids in another of the safehouses", she sighed, putting some papers in front of him on the makeshift desk.

"Fifth ward's too risky, but I pulled plans for a bunch of other derelicts, maybe something will fly."

[w_zimmerman]

"She always made this look so easy, didn't he?" Will sighs, picking up the papers and scanning their contents. "We have a couple sympathetic human families that might be able to take in some of the younger, less conspicuous abnormals. It's temporary, but it's something until we can start getting whole families out."

[freestyle_one]

"Well she wasn't doing it out of a shed with Sparky the PC over here", Kate pointed out, nodding tiredly at the tangle of wires and parts that was their computer system.

She acknowledged his point with a nod, "Could work, at least for now, I've got a guy I could talk to about-"