A Cast Iron Pan
The Major General just stood there and stared at me. "What? You don't think that it is a good option?" I asked with my head cocked to the side. As much as I was in a rush to make sure that nothing happened to me or mine, I was not going to show that to him. I had the upper hand and it was high time he learned that.
"I just don't see how it is feasible," admitted Deng Jun Hie. "They need someone to be able to lead them and that takes a certain skill set that most do not have." He seemed so convinced of his importance that I almost didn't have the heart to tell him that a monkey could do the job he was so proud of.
"Anyone can run a base," I said. I mean, there were certain levels of success, not to mention that some bases were just plain sketchy, but that was beside the point. "It doesn't take a Major General to figure out how to send people out to gather supplies, or distribute them."