They left along with nearly all of the military forces, and they left so decisively.
It seemed like the man, or at least his family, caught wind that this was just the beginning and was already preparing for his own safety.
Later, they found out he even left via a helicopter, their party taking all of them.
Luke and the others' blood pressure rose, the veins on their arms and heads popping, but they forced themselves to calm down and compartmentalize.
There was nothing they could do about those bastards. They had to focus on what they had now.
One thing he could do was to consolidate the survivors and head to the capital city, which was at least getting prepared for what was to come. However, according to the news he received, the base could not accommodate the survivors in the National Capital Region, let alone those outside.
Even if they went now, they might just be left outside (since all buildings would've been occupied by then), drinking northwest winds.
