Eric had been staring at his phone for well over ten minutes at this point. Milano had called him five times, but Eric ignored the calls. His brain was still struggling with the image that Ricky had sent him. Milano called him again.
"Yes, sir?"
Milano didn't waste time chewing Eric out. After a full minute of cussing Eric out, the General seemed to come to his senses. "It doesn't matter. Come to the Command Room. I don't care what you are doing or where you are. You are to be at Hood Hill pronto."
"Roger."
Eric looked at Mia. Ever since he had received the picture, she had been sitting at the desk in their room. She hadn't bothered with dressing. She had gone straight to work. She handed Eric three reports. "I don't know if I am allowed to give you this." She said, her voice trembling with fear. "But, I don't give a flying fuck right now."
She turned to him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Eric..."
