Family

'I'm glad I could come a day before the meeting. I haven't seen them in months.' Clay thought as he walked through the Gate and arrived in the capital.

As he was about to exit the military headquarters, something occurred to him ' I don't know where they are...'

He turned around and went back into the base in search of the person who would know this information or at least have the records of it.

'If I remember correctly, he was in charge of the relocation.' Clay thought as he looked at the nameplate on the office door in front of him.

The name engraved was 'Col. Graf'. Clay knocked on the door and heard someone say 'Enter' from within.

He entered and saw a man around 30 years old sitting being a desk on the far end of the room. He had short blonde hair and bushy eyebrows.

"Colonel Clay, or should I say 'the strategist'?" Graf asked with a friendly smile as he stood up and walked towards Clay.