#cigarettes beer (for the ride home in the company truck) hot dogs of dubious ediblity vape carts energy drinks the utter ransacking

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Price is the foreman of a damn good crew, probably one of the best operating under the Shepard Construction Co. LLC umbrella. He’s had his equipment operator—Riley, but everyone calls him Ghost (long-ass story, don’t ask)—since the big bastard got chewed up and spit out at Roba Contracting (mentioned something about getting trapped underground, won’t catch him in a hole these days). More than once Price has poached him when better companies have come a-calling, and Ghost always goes.

Next came Gaz, and Price was sort of surprised by him. Pretty fresh-faced kid, could’ve been working an easy job out of the elements, but wanted to be out doing actual work. Can’t begrudge that kind of drive, and he picks up quick. Would not at all be surprised if kid ended up superintendent some place the next five or ten years, got the brains for it.

Then there’s Soap. Jesus Christ, man came up in demo companies, and it never fails to show, but fuckin’-A, Price points and he goes. Doesn’t matter if he’s hungover, sick, sunburnt, or pulling insane OT to get out of the road, the bastard throws his all into it without complaint. Got to a point, too, where he and Ghost just work in tandem, Soap’s big burly ass hanging off whatever piece of equipment Ghost’s pulling a nightmare move on.