"Good," I nodded, "sign it then," I said while turning to Mouven, "you didn't answer my question yet."
His body slightly shook before hurriedly saying, "We have around eighty thousand here."
"Eighty thousand?!" I raised an eyebrow when I heard that. I thought mostly they'd have thirty up to forty thousand at most.
"We have more inside that damn shield," one of the two guys said.
"So you have your main shelter in Boston?" I asked and Mouven shook his head.
"It's here," he pointed back at the destroyed city, "we have a grand bunker that reaches to the inner side of Boston and Cambridge cities."
"Is that so?" my eyes flashed with a plan.
"But… Its entrance is blocked by tons of debris," Mouven seemed to read my thoughts, "so we can't get access to it."
"If the debris is the only problem, then it's not," I shrugged, simply pointing my head towards my big forces here, "just lead my boys here to the entrance and let them clear it."
