"Dead
How many people?"
...
Dos seemed frozen in place, his hand poised by his ear, but he just couldn't bring himself to press the communicator. His gaze slowly turned to the hunched figure. Of course, everyone knew that this fellow was Chen Xiao... at least his body looked like Chen Xiao. Right now, his head hung slightly, catching a stray beam of light that reflected off the visor on his helmet, casting a crimson glow that was still enough to illuminate Dos's shocked, angry, bewildered, and somewhat absurd expression.
"Do you... know… what you're saying?"
He turned and said in a conversational tone, devoid of yelling, and very slow. The muscles at the tip of his tongue tensed, as if it was the only way to squeeze out each word through his teeth.
"Of course, I know... Your one mistaken order dispersed what should've been a concentrated fighting force, scattering them throughout a dangerous place like the Dark Realm, leading to... "
"Bullshit!!"
