Twelve
Andy twisted the handle on the locker door and secured it in place, before turning and almost colliding with Lieutenant Carstairs.
‘Just wanted to make sure you got everything squared away,’ Carstairs said, his eyes roving over the row of lockers filled to bursting with the items they had been able to salvage. The boxes containing the vaccine and the equipment Hannah needed to make more were neatly stacked in the far corner, concrete evidence of what the Brimfield Ward now fought for.
Not that they could technically go around calling themselves the Brimfield Ward anymore. They’d be more accurately described as Jackson’s Ward, seeing as he was the one they followed. Besides, another group of wardens were on their way to take their old place, and good luck to them in the endeavour.
