That's less of an assurance than he would've liked, but it'll have to do.
He leans forward, resting his hands on the table as he twiddles his thumbs. He exhales through his nose.
"Joe's taken over an abandoned construction site in the East Village. It's where the napalm for our tanks gets made. There's...forty, maybe fifty guys there at a time. Most of the time, he's with his boys planning our next moves, but sometimes he'll lead a patrol out to - clean up the neighborhood."
He averts his eyes and rubs the back of his neck, as though aware of how macabre a euphemism that's becoming.
"I don't remember an address or anything. But you guys have helicopters, right? It should be pretty easy to spot from the air."
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"Well...okay."
That's less of an assurance than he would've liked, but it'll have to do.
He leans forward, resting his hands on the table as he twiddles his thumbs. He exhales through his nose.
"Joe's taken over an abandoned construction site in the East Village. It's where the napalm for our tanks gets made. There's...forty, maybe fifty guys there at a time. Most of the time, he's with his boys planning our next moves, but sometimes he'll lead a patrol out to - clean up the neighborhood."
He averts his eyes and rubs the back of his neck, as though aware of how macabre a euphemism that's becoming.
"I don't remember an address or anything. But you guys have helicopters, right? It should be pretty easy to spot from the air."