Interrogation

When Henry woke, he was lying beneath a field hospital tent, surrounded by fellow soldiers from the Mutant Battalion. Some were missing arms or legs, some had severe burns, and others suffered from frostbite.

"Sleep well, Mutant?" The speaker was a military doctor, his tone full of disdain. "If you're awake, go report to regiment headquarters yourself."

Henry forced himself upright, his mind a complete mess. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for his headache to ease, but a nurse had already carried in a new patient on a stretcher and was about to put him on Henry's bed. He had no choice but to stand and back away several steps.

"Heh, and they call this one of those bulletproof Mutants." The male orderly forced the patient onto the bed as he spoke sourly, not caring in the slightest whether anyone heard him.

Unwilling to start an argument, Henry left anyway. He noticed that the incoming wounded were not just Mutants; there were also countless ordinary soldiers.

In his memories from before he crossed over, this war should have been an easy Allied victory. Yet something seemed to have gone wrong. Iraq's counterattack had been far fiercer than anyone had imagined.

He had no intention of following that doctor's advice and going to regiment headquarters. Even if Frank's Platoon was gone, and Dog Company's commander had turned to ashes right before his eyes, the first place he should look for was the Mutant Battalion headquarters. What sense was there in skipping the chain of command and reporting directly to regiment headquarters?

Of course, it was possible that the Mutant Battalion was gone too, leaving him no choice but to report to regiment headquarters. But before confirming that, Henry decided to look for his own battalion headquarters.

"Henry