Marshall Maisel was a lot luckier in his goal. Unaware of the disastrous fight that Remira was going to experience soon, he went to the barracks. Just missing the explosion, that would become a bigger matter than he would have ever assumed.
But in his ignorance, he moved away from my sphere of influence, away from the city and into a place where I was not too long ago.
And on the way, he asked various questions to the military officers that came to pick him up. All of whom seemed disturbed and worried over the matter.
Which worried Maisel, but his mood remained the same, his stoic expression with a hint of anger that made those sitting in the jeep feel heavy for some reason.
"Tell me as much as you can." Maisel was not asking, it was an order and the two relented.
