Del and Anna were standing right in front of the general's desk. The general himself was reading a file while looking at both of them. Del had a theory that the general would give them some sort of impossible task. It wasn't baseless, they had done an impossible task before and he would probably do it again if he was paid for the right amount.
"Del Moore, huh?" The general puffed his cigar. "A refugee from the Elbanian Kingdom from the east, coming here to get a better life and future. You also have the experience in dealing with warfare in general, now son, tell me, what keeps you going?"
"Just pure ambition, sir," Del answered.
"Good, I hope more guys will sacrifice their life for the federation. Anyway, do you have any idea what is going on, or should I personally give you a quick debriefing?" The general asked.