The construction had been a matter of debate between James and Sabine. She had wanted a cabin, a place to raise goats, grow her own vegetables, that sort of thing. And he, well, he wanted barracks. But, even with his skills, it was tough to erect a structure that can withstand nuclear fallout without the proper tools. Perhaps she was right. At least, a pregnant woman wanting to live sustainably doesn’t attract the same kind of consternation as a conspiracy nut. If he actually was one, it only made it worse to have all those workers and suppliers trucking up the hill.