![]() Wee damn hours of the morning, staring blankly at a white ceiling and seeing eyes looking back at me that weren't really there. When I was asleep, I couldn't see those wide, frightened eyes staring up at me as the light slowly went out of them.Īnd it was when I finally couldn't force myself to hide in that drugged stupor anymore that I figured it out. I don't know if they figured out that I just didn't want to wake up or not. Landed me in the hospital for over-night observation though mostly because they had trouble getting me to wake up from the anesthesia after they got the bullet out. The wound in my hip wasn't that awful I think it was just the impact that made me falter. It wasn't much consolation that none of his abductors left that building alive. A stinking damn kid in the wrong place at the wrong time. I call him a kid, but really, he wasn't any younger than I'd been when I'd piloted a Gundam in the war. There had been not a breath between the shout of 'Freeze! Preventers!', and the gunshot that had hit me squarely in the hip. The rest of the team was to do the neutralize routine. I'd been point man on the team that went in after a kidnapped politician's son. ![]() I figured that out in a hospital bed after a particularly nasty mission failure. ![]()
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