"What are we looking at Tate? How many died?"
"13 confirmed, 5 MIA, Commander Miranda."
"They just got here."
"Shit..That's the number of the latest batch of recruits with Kyle Anders. Anyone actually from his batch?"
"Two of them, Ma'am."
Sergeant Andrew Tate was now back in the walled base, along with the new recruits who were currently sprawled down on the ground like lifeless puppets, with only their chests moving heavily as their breaths created an orchestra of gasps.
"I'll.. I'll do it, I'll talk to the families."
Kyle was also there, seated on the ground with his hair fully covering his face. He was also breathing heavily, but not because he was exhausted, no- he was still thinking of how Miranda just killed the red Orthros he painstakingly tried to keep alive, while killing
