style="font-size:15px;"> All circled the general’s vulnerable body, staying respectfully back.
“Hey. What the hell happened?” That was Major Drew Connell, who maneuvered his way through the crowd.
“He’s a doctor, too,” said Jason into Sara’s ear. “A damned good one.”
She already knew that Drew, CO of the unit, was also a physician. “Great.” She turned to look toward Jason. His expression was bland, but his gaze, as he looked at her, seemed surprisingly sympathetic and she felt tears rush to her eyes. “Two Alpha Force doctors right here?” she continued, needing to say something else to demonstrate that she wasn’t some emotional wimp. “The general’s in good hands.” Sara prayed that was so.
A siren sounded in the distance. “Good,” stated Drew Connell. “I called 911 immediately.”
“I did, too,” Grace said. “The general needs to be checked out by EMTs with appropriate equipment, then transported immediately to the nearest emergency facility. That’s at the Memorial Hospital in Easton, isn’t it?”
“That’s right,” said Drew.
“What...” The word was soft but interjected into the conversation from below them.
The general!
It was all Sara could do not to push her way through all people, doctors or not, to get closer, to hear what Greg had to say.
Only...was it good for him to expend energy trying to talk?
The wail of the siren grew closer. It would be even more difficult to hear him, anyway.
But his eyes opened. They looked around, cloudy and dazed—not at all the usual strong expression conveyed by the powerful and confident CO.
“What happened?” he said. His voice was loud enough now to be heard. He began moving, as if wanting to sit up.
“We’re not certain yet, sir.” Drew held him gently on the ground. “Please stay still for now till we can check you better for injuries. Your car caught fire and we’re going to get you to the nearest hospital for an examination as soon as possible.”
Which was a good thing. Sara had learned, from the general’s initial description of Ft. Lukman, that it held an infirmary with high-tech equipment. But that couldn’t compare with a genuine medical facility staffed by specialists and nurses. Greg Yarrow was entitled to the best care possible.
“Fire?” The general’s look somehow hardened, despite the overall laxness and pain in his features. “Hell.” That apparently cost him a lot of effort, since he grew silent again.
The siren was extremely loud now. Sara saw the ambulance screech up to the entry kiosk that, only a few minutes earlier, had admitted the general’s now-destroyed car.
The EMTs were allowed in immediately. They quickly gave the general an initial exam, and then loaded him into their vehicle. Lieutenant Grace Andreas-Parran and her husband, Lieutenant Simon Parran, who had just joined the group around the accident site, got into the ambulance with him. Jason also let Sara know who the newly arrived man was—and that he was a doctor, too.
“There are a lot of medical doctors in this unit,” Sara said. Did that have something to do with their apparently woo-woo nature, or did their backgrounds somehow help to mask what Alpha Force was really about?
“Yeah, there are,” Jason responded. “In case you’re wondering, those two are especially appropriate to go with the general. They recently returned here after dealing with an ordeal of their own.” Sara had heard about that from the general. “They’ll take good care of him.”
Major Drew Connell stood beside Sara and Jason, along with some Alpha Force members Sara recognized and other people she didn’t. As the ambulance pulled out of the gate, Drew turned toward them.
“So, cuz,” he said to Jason, then gestured toward the smoldering hulk of the destroyed car. An emergency truck with a Ft. Lukman sign on the side had pulled up and was spraying the wreck with chemicals, presumably to put out the fire. “I doubt there’ll be much left to examine, but when those guys are done I want you to take a lot of pictures. We’ll need to secure the wreck where it is temporarily, but I want you to move it ASAP into a secure part of the main parking structure and cordon it off so no one can reach it till I get a good forensics team here to check it out. I need to know exactly what happened. Vehicles like that don’t just catch fire for no reason. You okay with that?”
“Is that an order, Major?”
“It sure is, Sergeant.”
Jason offered up a halfhearted salute along with his grim smile that looked right at home on his sharp-featured, too-handsome face. “You’ve got it, cuz. Er, sir.”
Sara didn’t smile, even though she recognized the lightness in the exchange between the two cousins as most likely their way of dealing with this terrible event.
At least the general had survived. But now, as Drew had suggested, they had to figure out what had happened.
She wasn’t certain how, but she intended to help.
She would do all that she could to bring to justice anyone involved with endangering her CO.
* * *
One of the first things Jason had done after enlisting in the military, and showing up at Ft. Lukman for a very specialized form of basic training, was to check out the closest auto-repair and maintenance facilities.
Jason understood from even before he enlisted that his primary official assignment would be to take care of Ft. Lukman’s vehicles, which was what he knew best...besides shapeshifting. Oh, and stealing cars—but that would remain in his past. Like it or not, he’d started over here, as a member of Alpha Force.
The base didn’t have much in the way of auto-repair equipment for him to use, though. He’d bought some of the basics. But he had also needed to figure out where he could rent what he’d need only occasionally.
As a result, he had an immediate answer when Drew asked, “Any idea how you’re going to move that thing?”
They both watched the base security guys who’d finished spraying the damaged vehicle with foam to end its smoldering.
“Sure do,” Jason said. “There’s a well-equipped service station in Mary Glen that has a car-carrier tow truck to haul in wrecks or whatever. I’ll see if I can rent it. If not, I’ll get the owner to bring it here and move the carcass for us.”
“Sounds good. Meantime, I’ll keep an eye on that hulk to make sure no one plays with it. We don’t want any further destruction of evidence of what caused the fire, especially if it was somehow deliberately set.”
Jason turned to walk through the substantial group of onlookers still hanging out despite dissipation of the excitement. Sara McLinder remained among them. In fact, the lieutenant hadn’t moved, and he couldn’t read the expression on her beautiful but clearly sad face as she continued to stare in the direction where the general’s ambulance had departed. But it held more than sorrow. Anger? Determination?
Hell, he wanted to find out what she was thinking. He
