Chapter 46: Rebel

Chapter 46: Rebel       Calix moved through the wreckage while his sharp eyes scanned the injured and the ones he lost. His men were tended to by what few medics they had left. It was a mess. A complete disaster. But it did not piss him off at all.   He crouched beside one of his men, a who had taken a rifle butt to the face and was now bleeding from his temple. The man groaned as Calix grabbed his chin, tilting his face up to inspect the damage.   "Stop whining. You're still breathing," Calix muttered, letting go roughly as he reached for a clean cloth and tossed it at him. "Press that down unless you wanna pass out from blood loss."   The man did as he was told, wincing as he applied pressure.   Calix stood and turned his attention to another who was nursing a bullet wound in his shoulder. He recognized him as one of the newer recruits, too eager to prove himself, and now paying the price for it.   "How bad?" Calix asked.   The man clenched his jaw. "Went clean through. I'll live."