The Only One Who Cares by Cat Grant

Author:Cat Grant
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Josh

We’d been humping it over some rough terrain for the better part of two days. When we crested that last hill and saw that wide expanse of water glittering in the moonlight, we practically fell to our knees.

Even me and Gordon, despite me being the only thing holding him up. “How you doing, Chief?” I asked, readjusting my grip on his belt. My shoulder and back screamed from the effort, but I wasn’t letting go. If not for Gordon’s sharp ears while on watch last night, that band of armed mercenaries would’ve gotten the jump on us. “Need me to change your dressing?”

“Nah, I’m good, Commander.” He flashed a wan smile. “It’s just a graze.”

I’ve heard that one before.

On another mission in North Korea over two years ago. The first and only mission David and I had served on together. I’d pulled him out of that prison camp with a bullet in his thigh, and he’d nearly bled out and died before the medevac got him to the hospital at Yokosuka.

This time I was taking no chances. “Let’s check it, just in case.” I lowered him to the ground and flicked on my flashlight to take a look at his wound. The bandage was redder than the last time I’d looked, but not enough to alarm me. A whole day of walking hadn’t done him any favors, but we didn’t have that much farther to go.

We took a few minutes to rest and have some water before pushing on. Carrying Gordon had put a stitch in my side, but I tried to ignore it. Another half mile, most of it downhill, and we could all take a breather while we radioed for our ride.

Felt like the longest fucking half mile I’d ever walked. A breeze had kicked up down by the water, blowing the eye-watering stench of everyone else’s BO in my face. I didn’t exactly smell like a rose either. Two days’ walk to the target site, a day there, and two days to our extraction point had left us sweaty and miserable. My T-shirt was soaked all the way down the front and back. Getting in the water sounded like a treat.

Almost. It looked choppy out there tonight, the wind whipping the waves into white caps. Every part of me aching, I helped Gordon get comfortable on dry sand, then went over to Levinson, our communications man.

He was already radioing our ride. “Sierra Five to Big Bird. Do you read? Over.” Static crackled over the air. “Sierra Five to Big Bird requesting extraction. Over.”

More static, then, “Big Bird hearing you loud and clear. Should be at the extraction point in ten, twelve minutes. Over.”

“Roger that. See you in a few. Over and out.”

Five minutes until we had to swim for it. So much for a rest. Groaning, I rolled my shoulders, my vertebrae popping. When I got home, David was going to give me a massage for a change.

But I was going home. We all were. For

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