[FolkMaster]

Piras gripped the handle on the railing he currently leaned against. He watched the 400 men file into the return bay, his eyes trained for his soldier, but he never saw the familiar face. Finally, the last man walked inside and the door sealed shut. Had Piras missed him? He felt his heart constrict inside his chest. Had Milo been wounded? He rushed as quickly as he could to the other side of the bay towards the medivac hangar. Again, he gripped the railing and leaned over. Amber eyes jumped around, watching each truck unload the wounded and dying soldiers, rushing them to the quarantine zone. No familiar faces. There was only one truck left, one spray painted graffiti style with a skull and cross bones. The only soldiers unloaded from that truck were already in black body bags. Piras refused to believe his soldier was in one of those bags.

"Han-jae!" he gasped. Piras turned and hurried into the artillery locker where the Korean was inspecting the violently damaged armor. All the soldiers had to come through here to unload their gear and their suits. Maybe Piras just missed his soldier somehow. "Han-jae, did you see Milo come through here? W-Warrant Officer Milo Briggs. Did you see him?"