At the entrance of the military base, dignified guards with live ammunition were on duty. When they saw Nathan and the people behind him, they blocked his path and questioned, "Stop. This is a military base; non-military personnel is not allowed to enter. What are you doing here?"
Nathan smiled. "I've already informed your general, Christopher Windsor, that I'm coming today."
The soldiers were dumbfounded when they heard what he said.
How does this young guy know our commanding officer, a Lieutenant General?
They checked Nathan out from head to toe suspiciously, doubting his words.
Nathan was muscular, and his eyes shone like the stars. He exuded a unique and powerful aura.
One of the soldiers asked, "What's your name? I'll check with the office."
Nathan smiled while replying, "My name is
Nathan Cross."
The soldier called the office to ask, but he was soon notified that General Windsor had gone to the city for a meeting. He would only return in the afternoon.
As he ended the call, he looked at Nathan with a frown, "General Windsor and the commanding officers are having a meeting in the city now. They will be back by noon. Did you actually schedule a meeting with the general?"
Nathan answered, "Yes. I just realized that we've arrived much earlier than the time I've set."
Indeed, it was only 10 o'clock in the morning. There were two more hours left to their scheduled appointment.
The guards nodded. "You may go in and wait at the guest lounge. Bear in mind that you're on a military base. You're not allowed to walk around and take pictures. Otherwise, you'll be arrested as spies. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"
Nathan gave the other man a brisk nod. "Don't worry. I know the rules."
After entering the military districts, they headed straight to the guest lounge.
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