28.
May 18th
Israel.
Jeff Sanderson came around the corner of the sewer sweating profusely, his shoulder and collarbone killing him from where a chunk of concrete had hit him upon being blown apart by a bomb. His ears were still ringing.
When he spotted Diana seated on the sewer floor, against the wall, napping.
Dante pacing and looking upwards.
He knew they were right on with their extraction point.
He knew Hoot was above doing his job.
He lowered Griz down onto the dry sewer floor by Diana. Griz and Wandell followed, and lastly came Roger.
"This is disgusting. When I return to Washington I am telling everyone about this and what you animals put me through. After of course I get tested for every known disease to man. You people are monsters!"
While Wandell went to Diana and Griz went out the exit of the sewer, which was up ahead. Sunlight shone in and provided adequate lighting.
Jeff grabbed Dante roughly by his shirt and pulled him close. Dante held his hands up. Concern and confusion filled his tired and dirty face.
"You're good with drugs?"
Dante nodded.
With a jerk of his head toward Roger, Jeff snarled, "Make. Him. Shut-up."
He then let go of Dante and looked to Wandell while Roger continued to complain. "How is she?"
Wandell was silent for a moment.
Wandell then looked up, he sighed, "She need medical help. Her fever hasn't broken yet. She's dehydrated. This is not the best environment for her, she needs to be in a hospital, we need to drop her off in a hospital before we head home."
Sanderson shook his head.
"Hoot's not just leaving her in some foreign hospital."
Sharply Wandell spat, "You don't get it. She's cooking like this. If we don't break her fever and it elevates there could be lasting damage. This is not a we should wait and see if she can last, we need to get her to a hospital ASAP. Yesterday."
Jeff snarled and rubbed is forehead, "Is Ramstein too far?"
"Is that our only option?"
Jeff thought it over.
He thought about what was closer.
"Don't think just military. Our boss has hospitals everywhere."
Jeff relented, "Where would be the closest?"
"Cairo. Why do you think we were heading there to begin with? We'll be safe there. Our hospital here was bombed."
A hand fell on Jeff's sore shoulder and he flinched. Roger complained about a mosquito and Wandell asked, "What? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine. Does she need water? I have some in my flask."
Wandell stood, "Don't fine me. What happened? You're favoring your left."
Pulling away.
Jeff again snarled, "Back off. Sit down. I'm fine."
Then came Roger's voice in the light, "It's ok people. Lets just…chill out here. Everything will be ok. A ok. Ok?"
Silence followed and both men looked at the politician.
The politician looked back.
He then looked to Jeff and said, "I really admire you. You know, I wanted to join the army, but my father made me go to Harvard." He then added, "I really hate my job…I wish I could be like you guys. Have action, excitement, great bodies…"
With a swear beneath his breath Jeff headed for the light.
Wandell then told Jeff as Roger turned his happier attention to Dante, "We need to leave soon."
