Then again, the place I wanted to be in and where I thought we would be in the first place, the Marine Base, wasn't in any of the coves I listed—and was just part of Subic Bay, nothing less—but aside from what a naval base could offer, it was also where a shipyard and this place's power grid.
It was the only thing the US owned after they gave us everything they took, but yeah, they had now taken solace in what they had left plus extra.
And going back to our current situation, Oscar just introduced me to this man named Mitch Davis. He looked to be a few years or a decade younger than the old man but he didn't look like he was retired but more like... tired. He was of average height, caucasian, short dark blonde hair, blue eyes, cool messy beard, but with a slight favor on his left leg as he was standing.
"Here's the kid I was talking about First Lieutenant— err~ Mitch. Whatever works..."
The dude gave me a slightly surprised look as he offered a handshake, "Ah~ Pleasure to meet you. I now understand the nickname, heh."
I returned his tight grip with a smile, "Pleasure—"
"Ah— Strong grip, Jesus! I was just teasing, alright? I heard you're working with the Colonel?"
I chuckled as I pointed at Oscar, "This confusing-ass piece of shit?"
Oscar had to cut in, "Woah! Woah! What's with the sudden hostility?! We did clear the base, alright?! And you did see us where we told you to drive through."
"Still misleading as fuck—"
Mitch chuckled, "Be gentle with the old folk, alright? It happens. Don't even get me started with the Captain."
"Who?"
"Ah— Captain Priest— Umm, Stan D. Priest to be exact. He's with everyone else in the Marine Base where you thought you'd be coming to... I'll apologize in Oscar's stead for the confusion but we do need your help. Your old man says you're great at that."
"Great at what?" I replied as I glanced at Oscar.
Mitch waved his index finger around, "This... This whole thing... I have plans of my own but I want to see you work. We've only secured this Main Harbor but there's much to be done since we just reclaimed this place yesterday—"
"Excuse me, what?"
"We— We reclaimed this place... yesterday?"
Mitch then turned to Oscar, "You haven't told him yet?"
"Told me what?"
Oscar's face was solemn as he looked at me, "I think it would be better if he hears it in person..."
I had a bad feeling in my stomach, "Hear what, exactly?"
Mitch let out a deep sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh man... I didn't think I'd be the one to tell you this but umm... Yeah... You guys had no fucking idea..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Everyone sent nukes—"
"Hold up, wait a fucking—"
"Kid. Let him finish, alright?" Oscar said with a somber tone.
"As I was saying... Everyone, the whole world, decided to send nukes to every major city or cities in the countries where we've lost radio contact for the past three months—"
"Wait—"
"That includes New York, Boston, San Francisco, Miami... Cali, many, many more but—"
I said with a dark tone, "Mitch."
"Yeah—"
"What about Japan?"
The motherfucker replied without a fucking clue, "Oh, that place? It went down early on so we sent them a few just to be sure— GACKKK!"
"KID! KID! STOP— GODDAMIT, KID! LET GO OF HIM!"