Page 155 of A Deadly Game of Cat and Mouse

“We need a gurney,” the man, AKA Calum’s wannabe, ordered before two strong pairs of hands placed me on a flat surface.

“Are we ready to go, General Aslanov?”

“Yes, we need to stop her bleeding.”

“Thank you,” I tried to say to the Russian hallucination, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Don’t thank me yet, Lieutenant. You’re not out of the woods.”

“No, but at least I won’t die in this godforsaken place.”

“You’re not going to die, period, if I have anything to say about it. How about you let me see to that wound, da?”

“Da,” I told him right before the chopper took off and I blessedly pass out.

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