Eric looked around, taking note of who was in the room. "Where's the president?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
Milano sighed and looked up from his notebook. "The president has given us operational independence. He has told me that whatever decisions made here will be briefed to him on a seperate occasion. From there, the US will submit it's own proposal, and we will meet again to address the proposal."
Eric stared at Milano blankly.
"Are those assholes serious? We just took a fucking city in the Cartharic Empire. If we sit here while Congress sucks its own thumb, Cartharic will have the advantage."
Eric blinked before looking at the map. "Sir-"
Milano held his hand up. "Save it for later, Master Sergeant. We will save all concerns for after the meeting."
Miher ignored Eric's interjection while tracing the map with a marker. He circled a large area East of Dresken.
"This is the port city of Nedoria." He said while putting the marker back into his notebook.
