Demon Lord's Reincarnation-Chapter 1152: Off to do some honest work. - GDMWC

Joking aside, from my brief understanding as to what these two places were, the George Dewey Medical and Wellness Center was a hospital for the most part but it also acts as a rehab center for Marines and the Coast Guards alike.

Most importantly, they house several veterans or people who retired and were being well taken care of due to the funding of the late George Dewey who used to be a military brat ages ago.

He built this hospital as he retired himself and later passed at the same place, and it was still going strong with the help of several foundations, sponsors, and his kin, continuing his dream to take care of the people who led the same life as him or was close to it.

I'd hate to say it but from my experience, a lot of folks in the US tend to worship veterans and give them applause, recognitions, and even the "Thank you for your service!" catchphrase but only a small fraction of them actually cared for them, especially the ones struggling to readjust to the current society.

But yeah, that was a story for another time but in regards to the Idress Maritime Academy, take it as the Military Academy where Megan and Alexa came from but was built on the coast, obviously, and right next to a cool-ass resort.

Furthermore, it had a diving spot from a wreck that happened years ago, more resorts, and a fucking safari zoo among other things further south, but honestly speaking, I was inclined to visit the medical center first.

'Always the fun for last, at least for now…'

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One recent example was Bartow's injuries due to toughing it out or even the kids' detox phase where they'd be extremely vulnerable as they were trying to get it all out of their system, so yeah, we still require as much medical equipment, resources, or all the hospitals we could get even though we already secured one from the Freeport Zone.

"Anything I need to know before we drop by? How did the conversation go anyway? And who contacted them? Wasn't I supposed to do that?"

The Admiral shook his head, "One at a time. First, they're quite happy about our most recent accomplishment as they were so happy to finally have more legroom—especially so that US troops were the ones who came to the rescue. Sound very contradictory to what Mitch and the others experienced first-hand, no?"

Mitched from the side stepped in as he scratched the side of his cheek, "That's… The owners of the place ARE American, so…"

Major Harper shook his head, "The owners, sure, but the bulk of the people inside—I mean the able people, people who could do work are mostly, for lack of a better term, not under our flag, so—"

I cut him off, "Don't worry, you're just speaking the truth, you have more shit to worry about than labeling something appropriate. Besides, I'm halfsies but both Asian counterparts, so do what you do with that…"

Oscar nodded, "I'm just gonna say that we do a bit of a show of force while extending a hand. We already did the first part after clearing the most infected areas around 'ere, so we just make it like we're networking. Besides, they'll be fucking stupid if they kill the messengers. Not only will all of you bring the heat upon them but *points at me* the messenger is pretty much an army of himself too. Continue reading stories on m|v-l'-novelbuddy.net

And I haven't even included myself or the rest of his crew in the equation."

Surprisingly enough, the old man's words still carried a lot of weight even if he was already retired and speaking among the admiral and his people.

But yeah, I still had more questions in mind so what better time to ask but now?

"Who else is coming with me?"

ADM Burke answered, "You decide. It's your run— though we'll take care of the backups. You'll at least have a Chinook and quite possibly an F18 at the ready in case anything goes wrong but I'm pretty sure you'd love to preserve everything so you'd just get to use it instead."

I nodded approvingly, "That makes everything better, thanks. Alright… here's what I'll do…"

In an hour or so before breakfast, I gave them my approach to the current "recruitment" plan while I gave a few ideas about how we could maximize all the people we were in control of and further stabilize the situation in this airport.

We did reclaim it as of yesterday but a lot of fixes needed to be done—especially the entrances and exits. It was like being handed a 10-year case file with all the foundations built up, and we had to figure out our way to finagle it before making it our own.

To be completely honest, it was a tad overwhelming with another big place to manage and protect—add to that my current focus was bridging gaps between people and their groups—but with these people willing to help and cooperate, even do shit good on their own, the usual headaches when something wasn't up to my standard rarely pops up.

With that said, with our vehicles brought over by one of the ships used to get to this airport, we drove to the GDMC with a six-vehicle convoy, including a truck with several essential supplies a hospital wouldn't have direct access to just to smooth over our impending "conversation" with this other group.

But yeah, the road we drove in was just wide enough for two vehicles to pass through but we did pass by a large condo unit and fancy apartment buildings which weren't smack dab built by the coast—because that was usually the go-to in this area—but yeah, we had another group following behind us to clear it and take care of the unwanted attention from the dead.