The next day, Eric sat in a room with Mia, Milano, Miher, and a man dressed in a butler suit. No one spoke as each person looked from one to the other. "So this is the contact you were referring to?" Eric said, his eyebrow arched as he looked at the butler.
Owersky bowed to Eric and the two Generals
"Good afternoon Master Sergeant Dryer and General's of 6-8. I was hoping to arrive at a much later date, but unfortunately the Cartharic Empire forced my hand. We were all due to be executed by Prince Heith, so I informed Mia and we fled."
Eric pulled out a notebook. "How many people total came with you?"
"75."
Eric tapped his pen on the desk. He looked at the Generals. They didn't have room at the hotel in freedom town for 75 people.
Milano spoke up. "I will have someone from Vegas put the families in a hotel. We will decide what to do after they are in their lodgings. Before that is done. Mrs.Dryer informed me that you had intel. What is it you wish to tell us?"
