Tactical Strike
“A distant part of her brain noticed the faint light coming from her right and realized it had to be early morning. Through the disorienting layers of cobwebs in her brain it took a few moments for her to remember where she was and understand why she was so freaking cold. The moment she surfaced to full consciousness, everything tumbled down on her like an avalanche. The accident and firefight. The climb.
Dover.
Rolling onto her side, she winced at the sharp increase in pain in her head and half sat up, realizing she was still holding his hand. Squinting at the glowing display on her watch, made that much harder because of the shivers wracking her, she realized she’d only been asleep just under an hour.
She’d been beside him now for almost five. Her muscles spasmed continually in a futile effort to generate warmth. Her hands and feet felt like lumps of concrete. She couldn’t hear any breathing sounds coming from him.
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