Eric sat with Mia as the atmosphere around the command room was heavy. Every officer in the room knew what those mountains being gone meant. Furtive glances were exchanged as men and women looked back and forth from reports to each other. Pens scribbled on notepads, typing on keyboards filled the room like small drums playing in the background, and low murmurs were exchanged. Eric stood behind Mia, his hands on her shoulders as they waited for Milano. 6-8 had survived another encounter with the Cartharic Empire, but now that the birds could be shot down...
Everyone had one thought:
How long would it last? What was stopping the Empire from sending one million plus troops and plowing through everything to the coast?
Before Milano entered, Eric looked up at the S-2 section. "Has ISR detected forward movement? What is the situation at Esponia?"
