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providing dubious cover.
"Don't move, growled Trip, crawling over to his gear to grab his weapon and crawl back, gunplay
sounding back and forth the whole time.
He grabbed his glasses, then his pants.  I have patients in the hospital."
Goddamnit straight to the lower bowels of Hell.
Trip gave him a look.  You can wait until the gunfire's stopped. Trip put him back flat on the ground,
big body pressing him down into the ground.
He didn't fight it, hell, this was why he'd called for Trip. The man was the best and only a fool hired an
expert and then ignored their advice. Still, he fucking hated this.
"You can't fix anyone if you're dead, Bones. Just relax and let me do my job. Trip was tense, head
tilted as he listened.  They're getting further away. You hear that? The loud ones are ours, the others are
getting quieter. Trip shook his head.  I don't like it. An all out attack like that? It's almost like they knew
we were here."
"I'm telling you, babe. It's somebody here. One ofmy guys. How could one of his boys do this? To
him? To the work?
"I don't have enough guys here, Bones, to protect the camp against one of your own. You'd better get
on the horn and get that money secured and we'll get you started from fresh. Or do a proper
interrogation."
The gun fire finally stopped and Trip got up.  Do not move a muscle."
Then Trip was walking to the tent flat, crouched low. Just before disappearing, he was given a stern
look. He lasted about seven seconds, give or take, before starting to reach for things. Shoes. Scrub top.
Smokes.
The sick fear would come back, but right now? He was chief surgeon and the unlucky fuck in charge.
He couldn't just hide and whimper.
A few minutes later Trip came back in, trailed by Cap and Doc.  They clipped Tin Can and Watts. They
knewexactly which tents the boys were bunking in."
Doc nodded.  They're in the hospital tent. And they got the generator, too. Watts'll be able to fix it once
you get him patched up."
Cap stood in the doorway.  First thing is a call to your sponsors and find out how much they want this
place to keep going. I want to call the boys in, but they aren't going to show without cash. And no
offence, Tony, I don't trust any of your people."
He nodded, pushed his hair back, letting himself fall into full-out doctor-mode.  Let me patch your boys
up and I'll get on the radio. Somebody check the Jeeps and the supply tent."
He'd get Viejo to do a head-count and then lock everybody down for the night.
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"Trip's your shadow from here on in, Bones. I don't care if it's in the hospital or taking a piss he's on
you 24/7. Cap turned to his boys.  Doc you're on the jeeps and supply tent, I'll check the perimeter and
once the boys are up we'll set up a proper patrol. I'm going to want a dozen guys in here by next week if
Bones gets the funding. Get your recs ready."
He nodded, heading out, snapping orders to Marco, Viejo.  Consiga la radio lista, Marco. Deseo a
hombres en campo. Junto. Ahora."
With Marco getting the radio warmed up, ready, he could talk to his people as soon as he was done
patching the boys up.
Trip trailed him like a shadow, crowding him almost.  I find out who's behind this and there's going to be
hell to pay, Bones."
"Yeah. Yeah, this is fucking in... The explosion was so loud, so unexpected his brain recorded it as
silence, his ears simply unable to register the sound. The entire camp went still for a long moment and it
wasn't until he saw a hand holding the radio receiver, smoking at the wrist, that he understood.
He headed for the back of the compound, intending to hunt the wounded, the survivors. Trip's arm went
around him, hauling him back up against the solid chest, backing them both up toward the center of
camp, away from the hospital tent.
"Let me go. My men are back there. I've got wounded back there. His voice was echoing inside his
head, the smell of fire beginning to itch at his nose.
"We regroup in the trees on the south side of the clearing, Bones. Then we make sure nothing else is
going to blow up. Then maybe you get a chance at the wounded. Trip just kept dragging him, weapon at
the ready.
The camp was like an ant's nest, people running, screaming, bleeding.  Marco was warming up the
radio."
"Aw, shit, Bones. I'm sorry. It didn't slow Trip down any though, didn't stop the sure steps back into
the trees. Cap was already there along with Tin Can and Watts, Tin Can looking a little pale. They had
their packs with them but nothing else.
A moment later Doc showed with Marco slung over his back. Then Viejo was put down at his feet by
Cap.
Cap started barking orders.  You do what you can short term for him, Bones, and then you patch up
Tin Can and Watts. We can't do this with just five guys, but wereally can't with three. Trip, you go
salvage. Weapons first, medical supplies second. Everything needs to be checked for explosives. Send
everyone you find to the south end of camp, send a runner to the village, tell them to come get their
people out of the hospital. We can't hump through the jungle with wounded."
Trip squeezed his arm tight and took off back into the swarm of people, disappearing behind a tent.
He tore off his shirt, tore it into strips, trying to staunch the blood pouring off Viejo.  Doc, is Marco
alive? The man was smoking, third degree burns blackening the body.
"I just grabbed him and ran, Bones. Doc had put Marco down next to Viejo, but had stepped back,
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looking grim.
Cap was still barking orders.  Tin Can, your radio still working?"
"Yes, Cap. It wasn't hit in the gunplay."
"Call in a dozen of our best guys. People we trust, people who Bones might have helped in the past so
they'll have a reason to stick around along with money. I want them here regardless of whether Bones
can find the money to pay them. Tell them Trip's calling in his markers. Tell them to meet us at the drop
off on the other side of the river. The second one I don't trust anything too close. Once you're done on
the radio we'll let Bones have a go at securing some funds."
He nodded, reaching over to check Marco's pulse. Dead. Damn it.  He's gone. Hold on Viejo. Don't
you fucking die on me, too. I need your help."
He got the blood stopped, then he turned Tin Can.  Next. I need my fucking supplies. Now."
"Trip'll bring them if they aren't booby trapped, Bones. Cap gave him a look.  We can't trust anything
or anyone from your camp until it's been checked. You've got one dead, one dying and god knows how
many more were hurt. This is my show now, Bones. We'll let you do as much as you can for your
people, but I'm not risking any of my guys unnecessarily not even you."
Tin Can gave him a wan smile.  'm not dying, Bones, but I sure could use a shot of something for the
pain."
"Hold steady, soldier. He grabbed the bag he'd pulled from his own tent, his emergency stash.  Give
me your arm and let me see the wound."
Tin Can passed the radio to Doc and gave Bones his attention.  You know what's funny, Bones? I can't
imagine why a doctor would be the target of something like this. You kill someone's kid or something?"
"Not that I know of, man. I mean, shit, I can't save  em all, but I do my best. He tore off the man's
sleeve, wincing at the bullet hole going right through the muscle.  Looks like a clean wound. I'm going to
pack it and tie it off, then fix you up.  s gonna hurt like a bitch though. You hit me, I'll be pissed." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]