Notebooks were out, computer screens were lit, and the last slide of Mia's PowerPoint was up. Each person in the room sat in awe at the numbers Eric read out. Four hundred Llrathels. That number was more than the amount of systems 6-8 had faced the entirety of the operation. Mia stood off to the side of Eric, trying to hide her disbelief, but failing. Her tail twitched sporadically.
Milano had put his glasses back on. His lips were pursed as he looked at the map.
"And that is just for one city." Eric finished. He looked up from the report, a grim expression on his face to match Milano's angry scowl.
"Sir, we can't fight those numbers. The second we show up with a battalion of tanks, the Brios or Mumat systems could tear our ranks apart. Even without that, the shear number of Llrathels could most likely wipe out our entire task force on it's lonesome. And that..."
Eric shook his head
"Is just for one city."
