218 Ambrosia Cartel: Part 25 (1/2)

The command center. It was filled with many intelligence team personnel. Most of the time, the people that went there were superior officers with their highest non-commissioned officers. Those people came there to pick up mission details. The people that came there were usually ranked Captain or higher.

Patrick and Lynn walked through the think glass door of the command center. The receptionist there was busy arranging multiple phone calls to multiple departments inside of that base. It hadn't been several hours and the base had been very busy. It was just the magic of working with a military unit, they were so fast.

Lynn and Patrick walked to the office of the base commander. They made an appointment first with his secretary whose office was in front of the commander's office. ”Excuse me, is the commander busy?” Patrick asked.

”No, please, sir,” the secretary said. She stood up from her desk and walked to the door of that commanding officer's office. She knocked on the door multiple times. ”Sir, you have a guest.”

”Lieutenant, who's the guests?” a voice from the other side of the door asked.

”It's commander McGrath and Commander Grant sir,” the secretary said.

”Please, open the door,” the commander said.

The secretary opened the door for both of them. The commander was on his deck while writing something on his computer. It was most likely to be the mission report that he had to give to the main base or the main command center. It was his duty as a commander to write the report to the command center in the middle of the ocean. Every single base must give one report each week. It was the bare minimum, the more the better.

”Nice to meet you, general,” Patrick said.

”The pleasure is mine, commander,” he said.

”So… I will just assume that you have known why I am here. Do you have the after-action report, general?” Patrick asked that old man. Patrick didn't have any idea whether that person had written the reports or not. However, it was not like he had no time to wait for him either. Patrick was one of the most laid-back people inside of that base. Usually, the other commanders would hesitate to rush the commanding officer of a base to write a quick report so the commander knew the situation of that base. However, the result was barely readable and the intel worth was very low. After one incident, every commander made a pact not to ever rush any officer to make a report unless it was necessary.

”Sir, I'm almost finished with it. It was quite a shame that those tribals have to die, wasn't it?” the commander asked.

”It was quite a shame, general. However, we do what we have to do to survive. If those tribals overran this base, the result would be catastrophic,” the general said.

”Sure, no problem.” The general stood up and saluted at them. Patrick and Lynn saluted back and both of them walked out of that commander's room. Lynn gritted her teeth as she wanted to know who the heck shot them during the defensive operation.

Those tribals must be investigated or they would attack again, but with more advanced weaponry that might inflict casualty on them. They were lucky that no one used any RPG or there would be a fatality on that defensive operation. Those tribals' weaponry were mostly originated from the west so Russians weren't the perpetrator this time.

”Lynn, do you have any idea? I don't. Ambrosia must have a very large connection if they could contact the head of those tribes to fight an unwinning battle,” Patrick said as he opened the door of the command center. The soft night breeze entered their nose as the door of the command center was opened. It was very cold, even colder than the air conditioner.

”Hmm, at least this is not arctic,” Patrick said.

”It isn't, but this is still cold as heck. I might want a chocolate drink later. Hmm, even the burning forest isn't enough to warm us up. I wonder what kind of cold weather phenomenon this is.” Lynn rubbed her hands against each other. However, the combination of dirt and sweat in their clothing made them uncomfortable as well. There was also some blood from the minor injury that Patrick had.