Dean ate on her donut as he read the document further about that abandoned military base that he got an eyes on. It was indeed an abandoned military base located in Eurasian Federation, one of the remnants of Soviet Union times when nuclear war was at the tip of the door. Couldn't say it was good times, but history was something interesting all the time.
"I really fear that they planned a strike on North American Federation through this place," Dean said.
Suddenly, Myra appeared right by his side. She sat down right on the empty bench where Dean was sitting. He was alone reading the document in one of the remote parks in Lozorov Island. She was wearing a military uniform, as usual of her random appearance which was rather consistent.
"Look at you, eating donut alone in this place, what's bothering your mind?" Myra asked while putting her face too close to Dean's tablet.
