Nathan Dees was eagerly waiting at the base for everyone’s return. He had already gone to check on Mr. Yates' Mech that had stopped moving right at the start of the battle. When he managed to open the hatch doors, he found Mr. Yates curled up into a ball crying in his seat. Apparently, upon killing his wife's murmurer he couldn't control his emotions anymore and even now, hours later, he was still sobbing in another room.
There were dozens of wounded militia forces scattered around the warehouse floor, being tended on by any person that knew medical procedures. Nathan walked slowly among the rows of moaning, wounded men. Staff rushed about doing their best to ease the sufferings of the militia. However, they were far too few, under equipped, or under trained to handle such dire injuries. Doctors rarely visited this town and those that did know medical practices had already moved out of town.