"Got it. I will give you my word—nothing like that will happen," George said firmly, his tone resolute as he met my eyes. "We all understand how the situation has broken down, how the world is no longer the place it used to be. But rest assured, we know the code. If someone comes bearing Code 5, we won't be foolish enough to close our doors."
That gave me a bit of relief. I nodded, appreciating his willingness to cooperate, especially in times like this.
"Alright," James said, stepping in, his voice steady as he got to the point, "let's begin with the actual plan."
George and Hazel leaned in slightly, curious. Even Peter, resting quietly, seemed to pause in his soft breathing.
"Even though our continent has nothing compared to what it once had—no fertile lands, no energy sources, no advanced infrastructure—there's something we possess now that's become more valuable than gold in this new world," James continued.
George looked puzzled, his brow furrowed. "What is that?" he asked.
