Chapter 1090: Passing Responsibilities II - Consider it done.

At this point, Major Harper and everyone else in this tent were waiting for my proper response but it was also safe to say that I'm being a little fucking eel because I was still trying to weigh everything inside my head because I was just supposed to work with them, not have a 50% share of command with a Marine I almost choked to death.

Furthermore, the USMC was something no one should fucking sneeze at but won't they just leave me with the slim pickings the moment their best fighters leave everyone here to fight?

I know that they were the best of the fucking best but there were still tier levels in their skillsets too, right?

But yeah, this was just a change far too fucking fast for me—and another overflowing smorgasbord in my cart—but then again, this was an opportunity I can't just fucking pass up.

So I had a few things in mind:

"For this to work, I'm gonna need you to do a few things for me."

"Again, I'm all ears."