Eric sat in front of the laptop, searching for the publisher’s information and office location. Mia sat next to him as she searched for more pictures or videos.

"Alright. I have his information. He is located on MLK next to the I-35 bridge. I think you should go soon." Eric said as he turned the laptop towards her. "It is about a twenty minute drive."

She nodded, sighing. "I don’t think I can take Liara, so I will leave her with Jessica."

Eric looked at the time on his laptop. "And it is time for me to get ready." He groaned, pulling her into his lap. "I just want to stay here all day between your thighs."

Mia chuckled, leaning up to kiss him. "You can stare down Heroes and Dragons, but meeting your own President is too much?"

"I hate bureacracy bullshit." He grumbled as she slipped out of his embrace.

"Go have fun with your meeting, my love. I am going to tell a teenager she is on baby sitting duty."

Eric stood in front of the mirror, grumbling as he fixed his tie. He looked at himself, his pristine uniform shaped to his body while his slicked back blonde hair and sharp blue eyes seemed to stare beams into the reflection. "God I hate suits." He grumbled as he grabbed his beret and walked out.

He saw Jessica feeding Liara, and kissed them both on the head. "Be good, and call your mom if there is an emergency. Kamer is also right next door. Also, so help me God if Liam comes over."

Jessica shooed him away. "I know, Dad. It’ll be okay. Go have fun meeting the president."

Eric smirked as he ruffled her hair again, walking out the door. "I love ya, kid. I’ll see you later."

After Eric was gone, Jessica held her hair where he had touched. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him get into his truck. "I love you too, Dad."

As Eric began to drive towards Hood Hill, Dreha appeared over his soldier.

Eric nearly crashed, slamming on the breaks. "What the fuck man! You can’t just appear out of nowhere like that!"

The Phoenix ignored him. "Be wary, otherworlder. I fear that something is coming. The mana in this realm is crying out as if the very fabric of reality is breaking."

Eric immediately stopped the vehicle and pulled over. He grabbed his radio and set the channel to send out to all units. "All units, be advised: large fracture incoming. I repeat, large fracture incoming."

Nothing happened.

Eric looked at Dreha. "So?"

The Phoenix shook his head. "Whimsical child, I can tell you no more than I already have. The world screams in agony as mana coalesces between barriers. The weight of the addition will bear more burden on her."

Eric furrowed his eyebrows again. "Her?"

Dreha smirked, remaining silent.

Eric sighed, headbutting the steering wheel. "Goddamnit man. Come on. What can you tell me?"

"What I’ve already told you."

A voice came over the net. "Dryer?" It was Milano.

Eric shook his head. "Sir, it seems like our informant doesn’t have a time, date, nor place. The informant just said one was coming in the near future."

"Roger. All units, resume operations. If anything out of the usual takes place, inform HQ immediately."

Eric continued driving towards Hood Hill, shaking his head. "Stupid fucking rules. A God can come down and freaking use an avatar to wage war, but I can’t even get any hints." He grumbled.

Dreha scanned the horizon in amusement.

President Nieto adjusted his tie for the tenth time in the last hour as his wife brushed the lint from his coat. He sighed as he looked at her. "Cathy, this whole ordeal makes me nervous. From what satellites on the other world show, that world is smaller than ours. What if part of Earth doesn’t merge?"

Cathy smiled and kissed his head. "I am sure the world over there will fit us just fine, my love. Everything that has crossed over has been doing well. The entirety of Austin crossed over, and there was no issue, remember?"

Neito sighed, hugging his wife. "You might just be right. I guess I am too high strung because of Iraq."

Cathy’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

"Don’t worry about that for now. It is true that their rebellion is getting worse, but we knew that was coming after the formal invasion. Right now your job is to talk to these men on the other side. Iraq can wait."

Nieto smiled, kissing her. "You are the best woman I could have ever hoped to call my wife, my love."

She hugged him one last time as he left the room, sighing after he was gone.

"A new world, huh?"

Eric, Milano, and Miher sat at their spots in the command room. Joining them were the King of Riemskin, King Remory, and Dragon King Tryasche. Each leader in the room waited as a projection buffered on the wall.

The meeting was three minutes away.

President Nieto sat at his seat in front of the briefing table. Various Generals sat alongside his left and right. The room was still as each man and woman read notes. No one spoke. The president sat with his arms folded on the desk, looking from face to face. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes before opening them and looking at the projection.

"Call them."

The call connected almost immediately, and there was a gasp from the President’s right. Nieto’s own eyes widened as he saw the same thing. To Milano’s right was a man whom appeared normal, but had yellow slits for eyes, and Horns on his head. The horns shined with a metallic luster, and Nieto found himself staring at them. To Milano’s left was a king. A Gold Plated crown sat on the king’s head, and the man wore Silver colored robes with Gold symbols embroidered all along the sleeves.

The rooms were silent as each side observed the other.

Milano was the first to speak up, clearing his throat.

"Good evening, Mr. President. I am General Milano. Allow me to introduce King Remory. He has been our closest ally throughout the Brishan operation. His allowance of us to use his land has assisted our survival thus far."

Nieto nodded, looking at the king. "Thank you for allowing our people to shelter on your land, your majesty. The United States of America does not forget it’s friends. If there is ever a time where we can help, we will do so."

Eric began translating, and the king nodded.

"Thank you, President Nieto. I look forward to a long friendship with the United States of America. May both of our nations prosper."

Milano then turned to the Dragon King.

"This is Dragon King Tryasche, Mr. President. The Dragons have been instrumental in our operations against the Cartharic Empire."

Tryasche nodded to the President. "It has been many years since we Dragons have made friends with humans. Your men have proven their merit and valor. I vow on my name that so long as the United States of America does not forsake us, we will not forsake them."

Nieto smiled in response. "Thank you, Dragon King. I look forward to working alongside the dragons to build a world we all can live in peacefully."

After the introductions were exchanged, silence weighed over both rooms. The Generals looked at one another, and Eric folded his arms, reading the President’s expression.

"Mr.President. If I may?" A voice suddenly spoke from the President’s right.

Nieto nodded, looking at the man. "Yes, General Height. Go ahead."

General Height stood up, looking at Milano. "General Milano. The reports state that 6-8 task force has been able to repel a month long siege. What is your mission readiness status?"

Milano sighed and pulled out his most recent notes.

"As of May 7th 2027 Earth time, we have eight hundred and ninety two combat effectives, seventy five Abrams, ninety five Bradleys, ten Paladins, two apaches, one Aircraft carrier with thirty two FA-18’s, and Fifteen F-35’s. We also have one B-2, and one fueler."

The generals around the room began murmuring while taking notes. Nieto looked up from his own reports, his face marked with a frown.

"How many total soldiers have you lost?"

At this question, Eric’s fists clenched under his desk. The faces of soldiers he had met and led ran through his mind. His jaw clenched and unclenced as he remembered Daniel. The LT’s dream of raising sheep still fresh in his memory.

"One hundred and eight have been lost so far, Sir." Milano responded. He didn’t need to check his notes since he looked over the names every day. He never wanted to forget the names of his soldiers, each loss weighed on him like a knife in his heart.

President Nieto saw Eric’s jaw clench, and the way Milano responded flatly, and nodded. "It has been hard on your unit, General. We will ensure that each soldier’s family will be notified and taken care of. While your unit has been fighting in a new world, they lived the American Soldier values. That will never be forgotten."