"What's this about?" You ask, taking a seat.
"Quite simple: We're plotting our next move. Currently we need two things: Resources, and information. Looking over the possible trails of information, I see three possibilities for both." He turns on a screen, and a map of the United states appears. "We know so little that we aren't even sure they're local to HERE or some other part of the world. But right now, we've got three major cities we could be looking at. First is Portland. It's the closest to us Geographically, the Corps control every inch of the land, and most of the backroom politics happen here. These guys clearly had some connections to somebody big, so this would be a decent place to start. The locals also love to throw money at Core pilots, so it wouldn't be hard to get the supplies we need. The next is Detroit. What little is left of the Auto industry is there, and is also the primary headquarters of G.A. America, and primary productions facilities for all Core parts in North America. I'll be damned if we can't find a paper-trail to follow there."
He takes a deep breath. "Lastly... Las Vegas Nevada. Any large amount of money, criminal assets, or suspicious activities in America touch Vegas at least once. It's a giant sucking hole in the sociopolitical landscape that draws in money and corruption from the world over. All its ups and downs can be summed up thusly: It's fucking Vegas. I figured that since we're currently fugitives, I'm not technically the commanding officer, and therefore you lot should have a say in this as well."
[ ] Detroit.
[ ] Portland.
[ ] Vegas.