O-Day + 3
Reincarceration
The team stayed in tight formation all the way to the control room, Eliot in the lead with the shotgun that hadn't left his hands for three days, a machete strapped to his thigh. Three days may not have been long enough for any zombies to have made their way into an abandoned, secure building, but it was more than long enough for the team to have learned to take no chances. Each one of them now carried weapons, but were under strict orders not to use them unless Eliot was already dead.
"That's it ahead," said Nate; even though the team's recon four months ago had given them a decent feel for the layout, his familiarity with it made him prime navigator. "Hardison, can you get the back-up generator online? Without turning everything else on?"
"Yeah, we told you at the time, Nate. Twenty-first century tech. I can make the whole place dance if I want to."
"Just – start with the power, Hardison."
Parker was looking around them with a huff of offended dignity. "Just because it's the zombie apocalypse is no reason for us to go to jail, Nate."
This was the last time Nate was going to argue about this. "It's been shut down since the investigations. If we can get it working, it's probably the best place to hole up there is."
Sophie looked over at the thief and smiled. "And we'll be the ones running the joint."