Operation Invisible Justice
part four
by mardel
rated PG-13 for violence
Bobby was once again posing as Abdul Sarheed. This time he was
a new member of the Taliban that was holed up near the town
of Maruf. He was placed to help with a Special Forces mission to
capture or kill Muhammad Omar the leader of all of the Taliban
forces. He moved his headquarters all most as often as Bin-Laden
moved his.
Bobby had met up with Agent Franklin in Pakistan six day ago.
He'd been tested upon his arrival at the camp. He had to prove
his worth to be a member of the elite group that helped to guard
Omar their supreme leader.
Bobby had to fight off an attack by two knife wielding guards.
He had to keep from being killed, with out letting them see his
skill was enough to kill them both.
One of his attackers was big, Bobby used his size against him.
Throwing him off balance and delivering a punch to his kidney
he would remember for weeks. He stripped the knife from his
first attacker in time to use it on the second man. Putting a
long slice in his shirt and throwing him with his shoulder.
A cloud of dust billowed up around the man as Bobby turned
to pin him to the ground. Bobby's arm was held high with the
knife visible to everyone watching. He was prepared to
deliver a fatal stab to the throat of his attacker. If the leader
didn't call a stop to the fight.
"Stop! Enough. Clearly you will be an asset to my guards."
"You must teach me this skill. I have never seen a man
fight this way before." The man Abdul helped up off the
ground spoke.
Bobby saw that he was young, too young.
"I'll teach you, later when we have time." Bobby replied.
The young man bowed to him. Showing a older man respect.
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Bobby was on watch that night when the A-team arrived.
He disabled the other man on watch, and allowed the team to
pass. They were dressed as locals, but one of them looked very
familiar. The way he moved Bobby thought it could be Darien.
Two of the men broke off and went towards the tent Omar was
sleeping in, the other two slipped down towards the supply
bunker. Bobby expected a loud explosion to cover the escape
that was about to come.
Darien and Vic moved into position beside the tent. They had to
take out the guards, then slip inside for Omar. Darien qucik-silvered
them and Vic made quick with the martial arts moves to disable
the two guards. Darien heard a loud snap, when the second one
went limp.
He went inside looking for the head man. Darien had memorized
the man they were looking for, in several stages of beard growth
and in different head gear. The man sleeping on the cushions was
him.
"He's here." Darien whispered to Vic. Who quickly bound and
gaged the older man. His eyes were burning with hate. So much
so that Darien was sure they would never get him to trial. He
would do something to get them all killed, even if he went down
with them.
"I don't like the look in his eyes. He's going to be trouble."
"Come on Omar, let's go." Vic told him in his own language.
Darien checked outside, he saw no problems so he waved for
Vic to bring Omar out. They forced marched him up the small
rise that was the edge of camp.
Then all hell broke loose. From somewhere a man jumped on
top of Vic and cut his throat. Darien quick silvered himself and
Omar and moved them towards the truck where he prayed
Jake was still waiting.
Vic managed to fatally stab his attacker, and was struggling after
Darien when Sgt Watson grabbed him up and carried him to
the truck. Evans was covering their rear and Mustafa reached
down from the truck to pull Omar inside.
"Where's Vic?" Darien asked, turning back towards the camp.
Bobby heard things happening and rushed towards the sounds.
If they weren't gone in a few seconds the entire camp would be
awake from the noise.
"You better get moving Sarge." Bobby found Sgt. Watson struggling
to carry his wounded man and try and stop the flow of blood at the
same time.
"Bobby is that you?" Darien was standing at the edge of the rise.
He'd seen Bobby with a full beard and would know his voice anywhere
but still Darien stared at his friend, not sure it was him.
"Yeah, it's me now go. Get out of here." Bobby pushed Darien back
towards the truck. He knew the explosion was going to happen any
second now.
"Come with us." Darien whispered, a very concerned look on his face.
"I'll cover your escape Partner. Don't worry about me." Bobby said
and moved back towards the camp. That was when the explosion
ripped through the night. Evans threw Darien into the truck and
Jake floored it off into the blackness.
Darien was sure he'd just lost his best friend. There was no way
after the explosion that Bobby was still safe.
Darien stared out the back of the tarp covered truck. Grief strained his
face, his eyes dark with despair.
"Did you know that guy?" Evans asked.
"Yeah I know him. He's the best Partner a man ever had."
:::::::::::::::::
Bobby fired his AK into the first group of Taliban warriors that
appeared through the smoke. He emptied his clip and grabbed
the second one from his belt. He took time to choose a few
targets as he moved towards his planned escape route.
Bobby reached the edge of the camp and began to run towards the
small bridge he knew the truck would use to reach the road towards
the Alliance held territories. If he could reach the bridge before they
crossed it, he could escape with them. The road curved around the
long way to the bridge. Bobby had a straight path if he was quick.
Darien was in shock, but he was also aware that Vic was in serious
trouble.
"I can't get the bleeding to stop." Mustafa their best medical trained
man said as he tried to help Vic.
"Maybe I can help." Darien leaned over Vic and touched his hand
to the area of the wound quick-silvering the entire area. He hoped
the coldness would slow the bleeding.
"I think it's working, the wound it closing."
Jake was approaching the bridge when his head lights fell on a
man standing beside the road holding up his hand.
Sgt Evans lifted his rifle to remove him from any attempt at
preventing their escape.
"Wait, look at his hand, it's the signal." Jake yelled and applied
the brakes.
Bobby was breathing hard, praying that they could see him well
enough to see that he was holding his hand up in the pre arranged
signal that he was on their side. The Vulcan hand salute for live
long and prosper.
Sgt Evans leaded down as the truck slowed and grabbed Bobby's
out stretched hand to pull him inside the cab of the truck.
"Get in here man."
"I'm trying to sarge." Bobby gasped as Jake floored the pedal
again and he was thrown against the dash board.
"That sure was some party you guys started back there."
"Yeah sorry to leave so soon, but we had a previous engagement."
Jake laughed.
"Find yourself a seat in back. We still have a way to go before we
are in the clear." Evans told Bobby.
Darien heard the voices from up in the cab of the truck. But he was
sure his ears where playing a trick on him. He looked up when a
man dressed in robes and turban entered the back of the truck
from between the front seats.
"Hey Partner, glad to see you made it out in one piece." Bobby smiled
at Darien.
"Bobby you're not dead?" Darien reached for his friend, to make sure
he wasn't imagining him. When his hand touched Bobby's chest he
smiled, it was true.
"I'm as alive as ever, don't looked so shocked." Bobby moved to
sit next to Darien in the swaying back of the truck.
"Man I thought you were dead, when that explosion went off and
you disappeared." Darien wrapped both of his arms around Bobby
and hugged him hard. Relived his best friend was safe.
Bobby returned the hug, squeezing Darien's ribs hard enough to
make him grunt. "We still have to get to the pick up site. So
don't relax just yet."
Jake drove the truck as fast as he dared on the rough roads.
He reached the area for the pick up, and was glad to see a helicopter
waiting for them. Evans and Mustafa carried Vic to the chopper.
While Sgt Watson took control over Omar followed by Bobby and
Darien. They were in the air and out of reach of the Taliban two
minutes after their arrival.
Darien still didn't like the look in Omar's eyes. He was planning
something. They were in the air for several minutes. Sgt Watson
kneeling beside Vic with Mustafa. Specialist Evans was keeping
watch on Omar. But he was sitting on the outside of the bench
seat bolted into the cabin of the chopper. The chopper hit a
pocket of rough air and Omar made his move. He pushed all
his weight against the man trying to send him falling out
the open door. Bobby grabbed for Evans, yelling a warning.
Darien watched in horror as Omar pulled a small gun from inside
his robes and pointed it at Bobby. Darien jumped to block the shot
and was hit himself by the bullet. In the scuffle that followed Omar
was thrown to the floor of the cabin and when they hit a second
pocket of unstable air he was bounced out the open door. Falling
a half mile to his dead. So he got just what he attempted to do to
Evans.
Bobby was cursing up a storm, as he reached to keep Darien
safely inside the chopper. "Are you hurt bad Partner?"
"Oh crap." Darien moaned in response.
Bobby pulled aside Darien's clothing and found blood and a hole
in his friends side just above his hip bone.
"I need some help here, a compression bandage or something."
Bobby yelled to the others.
Evans grabbed for the medic pack and handed Bobby a six by six.
"Hang in there Partner, we are almost to the ship." Bobby pressed
the bandage to Darien's bleeding side.
"How long til we reach the ship?" Bobby yelled to the pilot.
Sgt Watson signaled back they were still 20 minutes out.
"Make it ten, red line this machine if you have to!" Bobby yelled back.
The Pilot nodded and adjusted his fuel mix for more power to his
engine. The needle on the speed indicator jumped forward.
Claire was standing by, the chopper pilot had radioed the ship.
She was anxious to learn how serious his injury was.
The problem was the Lt. wouldn't allow her on deck to reach Darien
as soon as they landed.
"Sir minutes could mean life or death, I need to see him as soon as
the chopper lands."
"Yes, Dr. I understand but the winds are running thirty knots, you
would be blown off the deck."
"You have men out there." Claire protested.
"Yes Dr. but they have been trained for this type of duty. They out
weight you by at least fifty pounds."
"I still want access to the chopper when it lands. Solve the problem
Lt. I'm going out there."
" Seaman Fletcher!"
"Sir yes sir" a very large black sailor stepped forward.
"You've had flight deck training. You will be Dr. Keeply's anchor.
Your duty will be to keep hold of her at all times once she leaves
this doorway."
"Sir, yes sir." Seaman Fletcher looked at Claire and smiled.
"I see you have solved the problem Lt. very good." She looked over
the large young man who was to keep her from being lifted off the
flight deck. He was six foot six at least, all muscle and wide shoulders.
"Ma'am if you will allow me." Fletcher stepped in behind Claire and
fitted his hands to her waist as the chopper was sighted.
"I'll need to lean in over the injured man. So if you could switch
your hold to my collar while I'm working on him I would appreciate
it very much."
"Yes, ma'am."
Claire pushed out the door and entered the blowing wind and spray
of sea water that was coming over the bow. Fletcher was with her
all the way his hands keeping a tight grip on her, as she leaned into
the wind, rushing towards the chopper.
Sgt Evans was helping Mustafa with Vic when the regular Doctor
reached them. He was loaded on a stretcher and carried off quickly.
Two men waited behind Claire for her instructions to load Darien
on the stretcher they carried.
"Darien how bad are you hurt?" Claire almost screamed in the wind.
"He's bleeding from the side, just above his hip." Bobby told her.
Claire checked Darien's color and lifted an eye lid. He wasn't
unconscious but he was close.
"Bobby is that you?" she looked at him a second as she told the
corpsmen to be careful with Darien and to hurry.
Fletcher still had hold of her from behind. One hand on her collar,
the other still hovering over her waist.
"Yeah, it's me. It didn't look serious, but with Fawkes everything is
serious. He needs you Claire."
"I think he'll be fine, but I have to get a better look."
Claire hurried towards the door, beside the stretcher.
Fletcher still only a step behind her, his hold on her as firm as before.
Bobby shot him a look, of displeasure. He was ducked down, low to keep
the wind from getting a hold on him. Then he realized that was the big
seaman's purpose to protect her from the wind.
Claire checked Darien's vital signs and ordered a unit of blood for him.
She checked his tatoo and noticed he need counter agent very soon.
So she prepared his shot and was just finished giving it to him when
he moaned and opened his eyes.
"Hey, Claire what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to patch you up as usual." she smiled at him.
"Let me have a look."
Claire lifted the pressure bandage and saw the wound was small,
and looked to be only muscle and tissue. She reached to his
back and felt the press of the bullet where it had almost gone
straight through his side. She prepared a shot of pain killer
for him then once it took affect, they rolled him to his stomach
and Claire made quick work of removing the bullet.
Bobby was standing by, watching Claire at work. His eyes bright
from the excitement of the night. But full of love for the woman
working to help his best friend. He knew Darien was safe now,
Claire was removing her gloves. Checking his blood pressure again.
Bobby wished he could clean up. He'd been wearing the same
disguise clothing for over two weeks. He knew he couldn't smell
human. He wanted to tell Claire how he felt but not when he was
dressed like a tribesmen.
"They want you at the debriefing sir." Evans touched Bobby's arm.
"OK, I'll be with you in a second." Bobby stepped closer to the
bed Darien was laying on.
"Claire he's going to be OK right?"
"Yes, his pulse is strong the bullet didn't hit anything important.
He'll be fine."
"I have to go debrief, I'll be back."
"Yes, alright. I'll be here."
end part four
part four
by mardel
rated PG-13 for violence
Bobby was once again posing as Abdul Sarheed. This time he was
a new member of the Taliban that was holed up near the town
of Maruf. He was placed to help with a Special Forces mission to
capture or kill Muhammad Omar the leader of all of the Taliban
forces. He moved his headquarters all most as often as Bin-Laden
moved his.
Bobby had met up with Agent Franklin in Pakistan six day ago.
He'd been tested upon his arrival at the camp. He had to prove
his worth to be a member of the elite group that helped to guard
Omar their supreme leader.
Bobby had to fight off an attack by two knife wielding guards.
He had to keep from being killed, with out letting them see his
skill was enough to kill them both.
One of his attackers was big, Bobby used his size against him.
Throwing him off balance and delivering a punch to his kidney
he would remember for weeks. He stripped the knife from his
first attacker in time to use it on the second man. Putting a
long slice in his shirt and throwing him with his shoulder.
A cloud of dust billowed up around the man as Bobby turned
to pin him to the ground. Bobby's arm was held high with the
knife visible to everyone watching. He was prepared to
deliver a fatal stab to the throat of his attacker. If the leader
didn't call a stop to the fight.
"Stop! Enough. Clearly you will be an asset to my guards."
"You must teach me this skill. I have never seen a man
fight this way before." The man Abdul helped up off the
ground spoke.
Bobby saw that he was young, too young.
"I'll teach you, later when we have time." Bobby replied.
The young man bowed to him. Showing a older man respect.
:::::::::::::::::::
Bobby was on watch that night when the A-team arrived.
He disabled the other man on watch, and allowed the team to
pass. They were dressed as locals, but one of them looked very
familiar. The way he moved Bobby thought it could be Darien.
Two of the men broke off and went towards the tent Omar was
sleeping in, the other two slipped down towards the supply
bunker. Bobby expected a loud explosion to cover the escape
that was about to come.
Darien and Vic moved into position beside the tent. They had to
take out the guards, then slip inside for Omar. Darien qucik-silvered
them and Vic made quick with the martial arts moves to disable
the two guards. Darien heard a loud snap, when the second one
went limp.
He went inside looking for the head man. Darien had memorized
the man they were looking for, in several stages of beard growth
and in different head gear. The man sleeping on the cushions was
him.
"He's here." Darien whispered to Vic. Who quickly bound and
gaged the older man. His eyes were burning with hate. So much
so that Darien was sure they would never get him to trial. He
would do something to get them all killed, even if he went down
with them.
"I don't like the look in his eyes. He's going to be trouble."
"Come on Omar, let's go." Vic told him in his own language.
Darien checked outside, he saw no problems so he waved for
Vic to bring Omar out. They forced marched him up the small
rise that was the edge of camp.
Then all hell broke loose. From somewhere a man jumped on
top of Vic and cut his throat. Darien quick silvered himself and
Omar and moved them towards the truck where he prayed
Jake was still waiting.
Vic managed to fatally stab his attacker, and was struggling after
Darien when Sgt Watson grabbed him up and carried him to
the truck. Evans was covering their rear and Mustafa reached
down from the truck to pull Omar inside.
"Where's Vic?" Darien asked, turning back towards the camp.
Bobby heard things happening and rushed towards the sounds.
If they weren't gone in a few seconds the entire camp would be
awake from the noise.
"You better get moving Sarge." Bobby found Sgt. Watson struggling
to carry his wounded man and try and stop the flow of blood at the
same time.
"Bobby is that you?" Darien was standing at the edge of the rise.
He'd seen Bobby with a full beard and would know his voice anywhere
but still Darien stared at his friend, not sure it was him.
"Yeah, it's me now go. Get out of here." Bobby pushed Darien back
towards the truck. He knew the explosion was going to happen any
second now.
"Come with us." Darien whispered, a very concerned look on his face.
"I'll cover your escape Partner. Don't worry about me." Bobby said
and moved back towards the camp. That was when the explosion
ripped through the night. Evans threw Darien into the truck and
Jake floored it off into the blackness.
Darien was sure he'd just lost his best friend. There was no way
after the explosion that Bobby was still safe.
Darien stared out the back of the tarp covered truck. Grief strained his
face, his eyes dark with despair.
"Did you know that guy?" Evans asked.
"Yeah I know him. He's the best Partner a man ever had."
:::::::::::::::::
Bobby fired his AK into the first group of Taliban warriors that
appeared through the smoke. He emptied his clip and grabbed
the second one from his belt. He took time to choose a few
targets as he moved towards his planned escape route.
Bobby reached the edge of the camp and began to run towards the
small bridge he knew the truck would use to reach the road towards
the Alliance held territories. If he could reach the bridge before they
crossed it, he could escape with them. The road curved around the
long way to the bridge. Bobby had a straight path if he was quick.
Darien was in shock, but he was also aware that Vic was in serious
trouble.
"I can't get the bleeding to stop." Mustafa their best medical trained
man said as he tried to help Vic.
"Maybe I can help." Darien leaned over Vic and touched his hand
to the area of the wound quick-silvering the entire area. He hoped
the coldness would slow the bleeding.
"I think it's working, the wound it closing."
Jake was approaching the bridge when his head lights fell on a
man standing beside the road holding up his hand.
Sgt Evans lifted his rifle to remove him from any attempt at
preventing their escape.
"Wait, look at his hand, it's the signal." Jake yelled and applied
the brakes.
Bobby was breathing hard, praying that they could see him well
enough to see that he was holding his hand up in the pre arranged
signal that he was on their side. The Vulcan hand salute for live
long and prosper.
Sgt Evans leaded down as the truck slowed and grabbed Bobby's
out stretched hand to pull him inside the cab of the truck.
"Get in here man."
"I'm trying to sarge." Bobby gasped as Jake floored the pedal
again and he was thrown against the dash board.
"That sure was some party you guys started back there."
"Yeah sorry to leave so soon, but we had a previous engagement."
Jake laughed.
"Find yourself a seat in back. We still have a way to go before we
are in the clear." Evans told Bobby.
Darien heard the voices from up in the cab of the truck. But he was
sure his ears where playing a trick on him. He looked up when a
man dressed in robes and turban entered the back of the truck
from between the front seats.
"Hey Partner, glad to see you made it out in one piece." Bobby smiled
at Darien.
"Bobby you're not dead?" Darien reached for his friend, to make sure
he wasn't imagining him. When his hand touched Bobby's chest he
smiled, it was true.
"I'm as alive as ever, don't looked so shocked." Bobby moved to
sit next to Darien in the swaying back of the truck.
"Man I thought you were dead, when that explosion went off and
you disappeared." Darien wrapped both of his arms around Bobby
and hugged him hard. Relived his best friend was safe.
Bobby returned the hug, squeezing Darien's ribs hard enough to
make him grunt. "We still have to get to the pick up site. So
don't relax just yet."
Jake drove the truck as fast as he dared on the rough roads.
He reached the area for the pick up, and was glad to see a helicopter
waiting for them. Evans and Mustafa carried Vic to the chopper.
While Sgt Watson took control over Omar followed by Bobby and
Darien. They were in the air and out of reach of the Taliban two
minutes after their arrival.
Darien still didn't like the look in Omar's eyes. He was planning
something. They were in the air for several minutes. Sgt Watson
kneeling beside Vic with Mustafa. Specialist Evans was keeping
watch on Omar. But he was sitting on the outside of the bench
seat bolted into the cabin of the chopper. The chopper hit a
pocket of rough air and Omar made his move. He pushed all
his weight against the man trying to send him falling out
the open door. Bobby grabbed for Evans, yelling a warning.
Darien watched in horror as Omar pulled a small gun from inside
his robes and pointed it at Bobby. Darien jumped to block the shot
and was hit himself by the bullet. In the scuffle that followed Omar
was thrown to the floor of the cabin and when they hit a second
pocket of unstable air he was bounced out the open door. Falling
a half mile to his dead. So he got just what he attempted to do to
Evans.
Bobby was cursing up a storm, as he reached to keep Darien
safely inside the chopper. "Are you hurt bad Partner?"
"Oh crap." Darien moaned in response.
Bobby pulled aside Darien's clothing and found blood and a hole
in his friends side just above his hip bone.
"I need some help here, a compression bandage or something."
Bobby yelled to the others.
Evans grabbed for the medic pack and handed Bobby a six by six.
"Hang in there Partner, we are almost to the ship." Bobby pressed
the bandage to Darien's bleeding side.
"How long til we reach the ship?" Bobby yelled to the pilot.
Sgt Watson signaled back they were still 20 minutes out.
"Make it ten, red line this machine if you have to!" Bobby yelled back.
The Pilot nodded and adjusted his fuel mix for more power to his
engine. The needle on the speed indicator jumped forward.
Claire was standing by, the chopper pilot had radioed the ship.
She was anxious to learn how serious his injury was.
The problem was the Lt. wouldn't allow her on deck to reach Darien
as soon as they landed.
"Sir minutes could mean life or death, I need to see him as soon as
the chopper lands."
"Yes, Dr. I understand but the winds are running thirty knots, you
would be blown off the deck."
"You have men out there." Claire protested.
"Yes Dr. but they have been trained for this type of duty. They out
weight you by at least fifty pounds."
"I still want access to the chopper when it lands. Solve the problem
Lt. I'm going out there."
" Seaman Fletcher!"
"Sir yes sir" a very large black sailor stepped forward.
"You've had flight deck training. You will be Dr. Keeply's anchor.
Your duty will be to keep hold of her at all times once she leaves
this doorway."
"Sir, yes sir." Seaman Fletcher looked at Claire and smiled.
"I see you have solved the problem Lt. very good." She looked over
the large young man who was to keep her from being lifted off the
flight deck. He was six foot six at least, all muscle and wide shoulders.
"Ma'am if you will allow me." Fletcher stepped in behind Claire and
fitted his hands to her waist as the chopper was sighted.
"I'll need to lean in over the injured man. So if you could switch
your hold to my collar while I'm working on him I would appreciate
it very much."
"Yes, ma'am."
Claire pushed out the door and entered the blowing wind and spray
of sea water that was coming over the bow. Fletcher was with her
all the way his hands keeping a tight grip on her, as she leaned into
the wind, rushing towards the chopper.
Sgt Evans was helping Mustafa with Vic when the regular Doctor
reached them. He was loaded on a stretcher and carried off quickly.
Two men waited behind Claire for her instructions to load Darien
on the stretcher they carried.
"Darien how bad are you hurt?" Claire almost screamed in the wind.
"He's bleeding from the side, just above his hip." Bobby told her.
Claire checked Darien's color and lifted an eye lid. He wasn't
unconscious but he was close.
"Bobby is that you?" she looked at him a second as she told the
corpsmen to be careful with Darien and to hurry.
Fletcher still had hold of her from behind. One hand on her collar,
the other still hovering over her waist.
"Yeah, it's me. It didn't look serious, but with Fawkes everything is
serious. He needs you Claire."
"I think he'll be fine, but I have to get a better look."
Claire hurried towards the door, beside the stretcher.
Fletcher still only a step behind her, his hold on her as firm as before.
Bobby shot him a look, of displeasure. He was ducked down, low to keep
the wind from getting a hold on him. Then he realized that was the big
seaman's purpose to protect her from the wind.
Claire checked Darien's vital signs and ordered a unit of blood for him.
She checked his tatoo and noticed he need counter agent very soon.
So she prepared his shot and was just finished giving it to him when
he moaned and opened his eyes.
"Hey, Claire what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to patch you up as usual." she smiled at him.
"Let me have a look."
Claire lifted the pressure bandage and saw the wound was small,
and looked to be only muscle and tissue. She reached to his
back and felt the press of the bullet where it had almost gone
straight through his side. She prepared a shot of pain killer
for him then once it took affect, they rolled him to his stomach
and Claire made quick work of removing the bullet.
Bobby was standing by, watching Claire at work. His eyes bright
from the excitement of the night. But full of love for the woman
working to help his best friend. He knew Darien was safe now,
Claire was removing her gloves. Checking his blood pressure again.
Bobby wished he could clean up. He'd been wearing the same
disguise clothing for over two weeks. He knew he couldn't smell
human. He wanted to tell Claire how he felt but not when he was
dressed like a tribesmen.
"They want you at the debriefing sir." Evans touched Bobby's arm.
"OK, I'll be with you in a second." Bobby stepped closer to the
bed Darien was laying on.
"Claire he's going to be OK right?"
"Yes, his pulse is strong the bullet didn't hit anything important.
He'll be fine."
"I have to go debrief, I'll be back."
"Yes, alright. I'll be here."
end part four
