"The General is here!"
At the airport's exit, a large group of prominent men who were waiting shouted in excitement.
From a distance, they saw a large group of heavily armed soldiers clustering around a man as they walked out of the airport.
It was a pity that it was too far for them to catch a glimpse of the General.
After having waited for a long time, the group of prominent men from Brimmopolis started to lose their cool. They began to push their way towards the General.
They wanted to invite the General to the banquet they had prepared in celebration of his arrival.
Before they could get any closer, however, the soldiers who were tasked to secure the perimeter pushed them back with their guns.
The Lindberg family Matriarch could only watch from afar as the General left in a car.
She sighed. "Despite having such a large group of prominent figures from Brimmopolis, we didn't even get an opportunity to greet the General. Yet here we were fantasizing about organizing a banquet for him to celebrate his arrival. What a load of bull****. Let's go home!"
Meanwhile, Nathan, Colin, and the Elite Eight went to see Major General Will Long, who was in-charge of the Capital Garrison stationed in Brimmopolis.
Will grinned when he saw them. "General, aren't you on holiday visiting your relatives in Southania? What brings you here to Brimmopolis?"
Nathan replied with a smile, "I'm here to deal with some personal matters."
Will inquired immediately, "Do you need any help?"
Shaking his head, Nathan answered, "No, it's a small matter. I can handle it myself." Will nodded. "Alright. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. There's a lot I can help you with in Brimmopolis."
Nathan smiled. "Alright, I'll definitely trouble you if I do need anything."
In truth, Will was just a Major General, but his status was a lot more important than his rank suggests.
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