After that little detour from our conversation, I gave them the complete breakdown of what I uncovered and thought of—excluding the ones Ilana handed me, of course—before we went on about what we'd have to do in this harbor.
And as a side note: the Marine Base across the bay was definitely much, much larger than the Main Harbor but if we close off the rest of the facilities in this area by blocking off the three bridges available, it'd be at least four times the size of the Marine Base they were occupying.
"Alright, securing a small perimeter is key in almost all of the situations but securing those three bridges and leaving us with a bigger outpost compared to your main HQ would be the way to go. Kinda confusing but it's easier to hold those three points in the long run since you mentioned that there would be more people coming.
I'd suggest just moving everyone in this place but the Marine Base has facilities we can't just pass up on."
Mitch nodded as he was looking at the map I drew, "I agree with all those points, and then what?"
"Then~ Right. We're gonna need a full inventory of not just the Marine Base but everyone thing else in this section of the Freeport Zone we'll occupy before we make more adjustments or improvements and there has to be someone or a group of people keeping everything in check.
Everything that comes in and out up to a single grain of rice should be recorded—I know it's tedious—but someone has to do that job to avoid future problems."
Bartow suggested someone not here, "Hey! Clay and Marge can do those types of stuff, right? Maybe Janice or Maine too so we should call one or two of them over."
Mitch nodded pensively, "Yeah— Clay's probably already doing that in the Marine Base so maybe Marge and Janice then? We have more stuff to go through over here."
"Eh, bring Maine too so it'll be easier—"
I cut in, "I do have a template of what we're using back home and I could just show them how to do it—maybe even compare notes to what you have currently so you can decide on how you do things?"
Oscar followed, "They're better off using your thing, kid. Trust me."
Mitch embarrassedly scratched the back of his head, "May I see it?"
I chuckled as I pointed at one of the folders titled "Misc." from the files I sent over to him, "It's over there. I included some other stuff in case you might need it. It even has some comic books or coloring books for kids though you might want to acquire a printer and some crayons first."
"This... This is more than thinking ahead..."
"Heh... Cool... Lay it on me..."
"Alright, I know we're living at the end of the world right now but that doesn't mean we have to live like savages. This one things is commonly forgotten in this type of situation but aside from everyone else appreciating for everyone else doing it, it also protects us from getting sick from the—just an example: a common cold or even diarrhea."
"And... And what is that thing?"
"I'm not talking about any specific person in the room or anyone else in this place but I'm just gonna be blunt and tell you fucks that some of you need to learn to regularly wash their hands, brush their teeth, and shower.
I'm very familiar with the smell of a rude armpit since I have businesses in a public market but for the love of god and all things fucking holy, we shouldn't compete with the smell of rot and decay outside. It's not a way to live, okay?"
Bartow suddenly got offended, "YOU TALKING ABOUT ME, YOU PUNK?!"
"At least you can fucking smell yourself. There are people I've known throughout my life who can't even tell the difference between the smell of nice candles and their stench. We can still fix you," then I turned to Mitch, "You're good though."
"Thanks, I guess?"
Oscar followed, "How about me?"
"You don't have that old man smell yet, old man. It's either you smell like gunpowder or straight-up whiskey. No fucking in between."
"AM I GETTING SINGLED OUT HERE?!"
The three of us said at the same time, "YES! TAKE A FUCKING SHOWER!"
"FUCK ALL OF YOU, I'M OUT!"
"If that's to take a shower, then go right ahead!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"