The General
“General Nolan,” Adrian Cole says, greeting me at the docks.
I lean on one of my soldiers as we walk off the ship.
“Have your soldiers follow mine to the barracks,” he says.
I"m relieved to see Adrian"s cart pull up. Most of my strength was left back at the burning base.
“We"ve fixed up a nice room for you and an office in the government building,” Adrian informs me as we make our way to his office.
“Are you briefed on what has happened?” I ask.
“Yes sir, the outbreak and the uprising at base are tragic events. We were lucky that Vicksburg was untouched by the disease,” he answers.
“Lucky is an understatement,” I say. “Should we wait for your advisers?”
“No,” he says. “I don"t trust a single one of them. We"ll proceed without their assistance.”
“Okay,” I say.
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