"Argh! Damnit!" Jace cursed as Charlie pulled a chunk of chemi-metal from his shoulder. Before his shoulder was fine because it had healed around the metal. But it was better to go in and remove those pieces early on. "Do you have to be so rough?"
"Get over it." Charlie scoffed as she dropped the chunk of metal in the bowl full of other pieces of shrapnel that she had been pulling from his body. "If you can't take the healing then don't take the wound." She told him.
Jace grunted and rolled his eyes. "Ow!" He yelled as she pulled out another piece of metal.
"Colonel Jace, can we focus?" Jace looked at the source of the voice, General Isaiah, who seemed to be at a loss. "We need to come up with a strategy. We should have expected this after the Daemons appeared. But we did not even know their name before, these Mortella."
