Mentor

Aberdeen City, 10 years prior

The twenty-year-old Garan aimed the new plasma gun at the target, destroying it with a perfect hit. 

"Not bad handling a new weapon."

Henry nodded, impressed, patting Garan's shoulder. In stark contrast to his sternness when he was still a new recruit.

"Thank you, General." He said and he looked around, a bit puzzled the general was here in the shooting range. 

"Come with me."

Garan nodded and dutifully followed his superior deep into the military building. Soon, they ended up inside a meeting room over 200 square meters in size. The walls were lined with various large screens, each one showing differing live images around the country.

There were even images from abroad, as well as satellite images.

As a centrepiece, there was an interactive screen integrated into the large 1-meter radius table. 

Garan's eyebrows rose. This was the strategy room.