While Eric was securing the Vegas strip, Milano sat at his desk staring at a letter. The Battalion leaders had gone to their various residences for the day, while the commander sat staring at multiple documents grimly. Heuitt stood off to the side, noticing the conundrum his commander faced.
"Well sir, at least it is never boring." Heuitt said before walking out.
Milano grumbled to himself as he thought of what to do next. The Reimskin nobles were inviting him to a political seminar. He knew it would happen eventually, but he didn't like it. He is a Lieutenant Colonel, not a general. He shouldn't be in high level meetings, but...
