This time, a few heads nodded. His reasoning, however flawed, sounded plausible in the fragile atmosphere. Frank took a deep breath.
"If we want to survive the zombie threat, we need to come to terms with the SiIvy Base. But that doesn't mean submission. I'll propose a deal. If they refuse, we'll use force. Be prepared."
Before the words could settle, several of them frowned. One of the generals scoffed. "You're being idiotic."
Frank's eyes flicked toward him, but another general stood up first, his chair scraping loudly.
"We're barely holding on against zombies, and you're talking about war? Now you want to challenge the SiIvy Base too? I'm out."
He turned and left. A few others followed without hesitation, those who truly understood the SiIvy Base's power.
Soon, only a handful of Frank's subordinates remained.
Some of the departing generals even submitted their resignations on the spot. They already knew where they were going.
