Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 110

Josie patted her on the shoulder. “Confidence, girl. You got this!”

Winnie thought it through.

As long as she was useful to Josie, her “big sister” wouldn’t dump her.

Didn’t matter what the job was–as long as she wasn’t dead weight, she was safe.

Now that Josie actually needed her, it was time to step up.

Winnie nodded hard. “Okay. I’ll do it!”

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‘ll send someone in with you,” Zane said. “He’ll watch your back. If anything feels off, pull out immediately.”

Winnie nodded like a bobblehead. “Right. Got it. I’ll do whatever you say!”

Zane picked the most fresh–faced guy from the logistics team, someone who rarely went on field missions. He’d pose as Winnie’s brother. The two of them geared up in raincoats, grabbed umbrellas, and shouldered two massive bags of medicinal herbs. Then, hey headed straight for the base gates to apply for entry.

Meds were pure gold these days. Every dose used was one less in existence.

Because of their “cargo,” the guards didn’t give them any trouble. They secured temporary residency permits in no time.

Valid for three months.

After three months, if they wanted to keep living in the base, they had to pay up. Food, supplies, or valuables–take your pick. If you had nothing to give, you had to sell yourself to the base, doing back–breaking labor just to keep your spot.

Winnie and her partner weren’t looking to move in for good. This was strictly business. They took the three–month temporary

asses and moved on.

They checked into a cheap, run–down motel together.

These kinds of dives were built specifically for people with temporary passes.

Without a permanent residency permit, you weren’t allowed to buy property in the base.

This was the only place they could stay.

Most of the people in the motel were just like Winnie–refugees forced into the base by the never–ending rain.

It made things easy. Winnie found an opening and started chatting them up immediately.

After a bit of small talk, Winnie dropped her cover story. “Man, it’s a struggle,” she sighed. “My family makes soy sauce and vinegar, and we’re desperate for bottles and jars. But with the world like this, where the hell do you even find those anymore?”

Talk about a stroke of luck.

One guy in the group perked up. He used to run a water delivery service.

If there was one thing a water guy had, it was jugs and buckets.

Once the water was gone, the empty five–gallon jugs were usually just tossed aside. He had piles of them.

Since the water plants had all shut down, there was no one left to collect the jugs, let alone disinfect and refill them.

They were just sitting in a warehouse, piling up like plastic trash.

The owner of the water station was actually stressing out, wondering how the hell he was going to get rid of them all.

Then he heard Winnie was looking to buy containers at a premium–or better yet, trade supplies for them.

He rushed over immediately, his face full of hope. “What kind of price are we talking about? I’ve got over ten thousand water jugs

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sitting in my warehouse. They’re all used, though. You still interested?”

Yes! Well take them!” Winnie and her partner’s eyes lit up at the same time.

They hadn’t expected such a massive haul on their very first day.

This was the advantage of the base–there were just so many people.

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