"Another chopper's come in, sir, and two more ambulances are on the way." Radar burst through the OR door, trusty clipboard in hand.
"You've got to be kidding me. We've got more wounded than we can handle as it is, we can't take anymore." BJ swept his arm out, gesturing at the full OR room, and packed Pre-Op ward through the door.
"It's like my mother always said," Colonel Potter cut in, arms elbow deep in a man's stomach, "'When troubles come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.'"
Hawkeye stared down at the mangled chest before him. "Fitting."
