Propane Tanks and Jerry Cans

"Is all of that what I think it is?" You asked aloud, pleasantly surprised as you looked around the floor from side to side.

Besides you, Garcia sighed in relief when she observed the objects in the racks and read the signs. "If you think, sir, that those are thousands of red jerry cans that carry 1.3 gallons of gasoline each, thousands of yellow jerry cans that carry the same amount but in diesel instead, and thousands of 5-pound propane tanks, each with their respective storage containers for safe travel, then yes, sir, that's most definitely what you think it is," The Private First Class said, sounding grateful. "And may I just say, we are damn lucky we found this treasure trove of portable fuel before anyone else did."

You certainly didn't disagree, since you were resisting the urge to rub your hands together in glee. It would obviously take them many trips to bring so much haul to your stronghold, that was true, which meant there would be risks involved as they would have to be careful and take their time. Still, if you could manage it, then not only would you be able to keep all vehicles and the power generator of the building running for a long time before you could gather enough solar panels from one of the many facilities of Amelia's formerly rich husband, but you could also expand your fleet of cars with pickup trucks and such that are abandoned all over the city.

This way, you could have your teams do more missions in the field at the same time and be able to scavenge and transport more useful items more quickly. And with all that propane, you should be able to ensure the best cooks back in the apartment building have enough natural gas liquid to fuel the flames they will need prepare their meals. You were sure that Melissa Carter in particular will be thrilled at your discovery and the thought of eating more delicious food cooked now that you made it easier for her was enough to make you hungry for a bit.

"Damned lucky indeed," You said with a grin, realizing that you really liked the feeling of knowing you were willing and able to provide for the group under your care.

However, you soon frowned as you considered something. Even if they had no trouble bringing all that they will be able to carry on their Stryker to their building today, it was highly unlikely that they will have that much luck in their travels each and every time. And there was also the possibility that this classified and non-descript military cache would be discovered by someone else at some point where they themselves weren't here. If that happened, there would be a lot less valuable loot for you to claim next time you arrived than there could be.

You scratched your chin, considering your options to address these issues. But then you snapped out of your trail of thought when you started hearing Lieutenant Mills' voice on the radio.

"Sir!" She said, her voice urgent as she panted in exertion. "I need you and the rest of the team to return to the first floor. I just locked up the Stryker and retreated inside the building. Please hurry!"

And with that, the connection cut.

A/N: Well, that was a bit of an ominous ending...any guesses as to what just happened? The first one who guesses right in the comments below gets to ask me to develop an idea they may want to include in a future chapter. But each reviewer only has 2 chances to guess, to be clear. I will announce the winner in the upper author notes of the next chapter

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and may the odd ever be in your favor :D