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No Time To Die: Billie Eilish
"Thank you." I hand the clerk some money and I take a bite of my apple. I turn and continue walking down the block.
"Amanda." Gwen walks over and hands me a file.
"What's this?" I open it.
"We have enough food for a nice, long hibernation. Generator's not great, but, thanks to you, we don't have to worry about power."
"What do you mean, thanks to us?"
"You brought us Shiva. Spoiler alert: not just a weapon."
"It's also known as a god they call the Destroyer." I nod.
"And?" Gwen raises her eyebrows.
"It's also named after a goddess associated with reincarnation, rebirth." I stop. "In order to be born again, first, we have to die."
"Exactly." She grips my shoulder. "Shiva here's a...renewable power source." She looks at the two men seeing up Shiva from a few feet away. "Vienna and Milo would like it here."
"They would. Just wanna get things in order first. They both have been through a lot. I want their safety ensured as clearly as possible."
"So do I." She nods. "Constable."
"What?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"That's what you'll be. Or Consignee. Whichever one you prefer since I'm assigning you over to logistics." She nods to the file in my hand and I look through the papers.
"This all looks great. Might make a few tweaks along the way, but-"
"Good. You used to work for the President, Amanda. You know everything, inside and out. You know the world better than it knows itself. You probably already know everyone's name here. And I know you don't like labels, but here, it's A or B. The A's think for themselves, they fight, they protect this place. B's are the kids, the old, the families, just trying to get through each day like it's their last. What do you think you are?"
"Codex." I nod.
"I was looking for A, but that works too. You're a constable. That's what you basically were, that's what you'll be here. We're gonna do great things. You made it possible. You know why? Because Amanda Clarke is something bigger. So much bigger. And you took the first step today." She squeezes my arm.
"Do I get a uniform?"
"I'll send it over later. Be right back." She walks off and I watch her.
"Jesus." Evan whispers before sighing. "The Walking Dead made this see like a cakewalk."
