Bab 220: Monke and an Agreement

"Sir Jionni, our supervisor would like to meet you at the Town Hall. Our soldiers will gladly escort you." Jared gestured to the five or so men and women standing at attention behind him.

Nodding at their decision, I nudged Drake, who was eyeing the soldiers with a critical eye.

"Verdict?" I whispered, and Drake narrowed his eyes at them for a few seconds longer before shrugging.

"No threat. Most they could do is shoot the equivalent of BB's at us, minus the pain." I hummed before following Jared towards the prepared vehicle that would drive us towards the Town Hall.

Once inside, we were given a brief lecture on what and what not to do. Nodding my head every so often, to prove that we were indeed listening, the vehicle, a Humvee, revved up its engine and began its drive.