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Okay, so… On to the next one-shot chapter here…

Kautokeino, March '15.

The mission was over. Everything had gone according to the plan, now they just had to make it out to the extraction point.

The extraction point was 30 minutes of skiing away, if they kept a high tempo.

"Race you to the chopper?" Jack asked with a wicked grin. "Loser has to run the Washington D.C. Marathon…"

"You're gonna be so sore old man!" Mac smirked back, and picked up his speed.

"Maybe, but you're gonna have sore feet from the Marathon!" Jack yelled back and hurried his own pace.

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They were skiing as fast as they could, Jack currently in the leading position, but only by 20 yards or so.

Mac was hanging back, not stressing. He was pretty sure he would win, if he just kept up with Jack until they saw the snowmobiles.

Suddenly Mac's left ski went under the snow crust.

A shocked yelp left his lips as he tumbled down the hill. He stopped hard against a boulder, knocking the air out of him.

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Jack stopped when he realized Mac wasn't skiing behind him anymore. Okay, the shocked scream from Mac had made him curious…

Jack turned around, but couldn't see Mac anywhere.

"Hey Mac!" Jack called out, a bad feeling settling in his gut.

No one answered.

"MAC?"

Still no answer.

He started skiing back in the opposite direction. He stopped when he saw an indentation in the snow.

He followed the landscape with his eyes, and found Mac at the bottom of the hill.

"MAC!" Jack screamed, and set on off down the hill.

He pulled to a stop right by Mac. Who was laying with his eyes wide open, and his features pulled in a grimace.

"Mac, are you hurt?"

Mac nodded, but didn't explain where.

"Where, Mac?"

"Back…" Mac gasped, wincing as the attempt of speaking caused him pain.

"How bad?"

Mac held up seven fingers.

"Seven out of ten?"

"Yeah…"

"That's not good…" Jack sighed, "You feel your legs, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Good. Look kid, I don't want you to move."

Mac gave a minimalistic nod.

"Upper or lower back?"

"Low."

"Okay… I'm gonna put an emergency blanket around you, I'm gonna ski over to the snowmobiles, and then we're gonna break a few laws. Or maybe it isn't breaking a law when it's a rescue mission?"

Jack flicked an encouraging smile, and pulled off his own jacket. Placed it over Mac, and pulled out an emergency foil from one of the pockets.

"You're gon' freeze…" Mac whispered, not supportive of Jack's decision to strip down a layer.

"I'm gonna be in motion, you're gonna lay here… You're gonna freeze…" Jack shot back as he wrapped the foil around Mac. "Just lay still, I'll be back soon."

Mac opted for another small nod.

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Jack reached the spot where they were supposed to meet up with their drivers. They were already there.

"Got a cell?!"

One of the drivers nodded.

"Call 9-1-1 or whatever passes for that around here!" Jack ordered.

"What happened?"

"My partner, he injured his back in a fall a couple of miles away. I don't feel comfortable about moving him without professional help."

"Okay, 1-1-3… That's for medical emergencies…" the same driver said and tugged his phone out from somewhere beneath the upper layer of clothing.

"You have more than one emergency number?"

"Yeah, one for ambulances, one for the police and one for the fire department…" the other driver answered.

"Well, isn't that confusing?"

"Not really, we all grew up with it… And we all know you Americans have 9-1-1, from watching movies and tv-shows." The guy shrugged, "Actually, I think 9-1-1 works too, as a safety measure… I think you get the police then, but they can direct the call to the two other…"

Jack nodded, "Okay, so us Americans are safe enough if we don't know your three emergency numbers."

"I guess…"

"Okay, they're sending a chopper. And they said we could drive in on our scooters, since it's an emergency."

"Good, cause I really wouldn't enjoy having to ski back there…" Jack said bending over, putting his hands on his knees.

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"Any better?" Jack asked as soon as he got back to Mac.

"A little, don't think anything's broken. Just bruised."

"Okay, good… There's a helicopter on the way, they're going to take you to the hospital and make sure there isn't any real damage."

Mac nodded, a little more than he had dared earlier.

"Good, buddy." Jack smiled, and sat back in the snow. It didn't take too long before they heard the rotors of a chopper coming from the south.

"Bet that's them…" Jack gently nudged Mac's right hand.

"Hope so…" Mac whispered, still not trusting the pain in his back enough to speak up loud.

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A few minutes later, Mac was strapped to a backboard. Then he was loaded into the waiting chopper. He got something for the pain, and they flew him to the nearest hospital.

X-rays and MRI ruled out any fractures or dislocations to his spine. But two of his ribs were cracked. His lower back was just bruised, and therefore painful.

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"So, I'm free to go?"

"Well… Yeah…" the doctor nodded, "But I'd advise you to use a wheelchair for a few days. Your back is going to give you a bad time for some time to come."

"Figured so…" Mac sighed.

Well, that was the Kautokeino chapter… First started this chap with a bear involved… Then I remembered bears hibernate…I felt so damn stupid. (Can I blame that on pain meds? I'm gonna blame that on pain meds…)

Anyway… Hope you had a good time reading this.

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