Ashes - Warriors From The Ashes Part 16
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"Probably, though we don't know for sure."
Stryker pulled off his s.h.i.+rt, then his T-s.h.i.+rt. He put his outside s.h.i.+rt back on, and poured water on his T-s.h.i.+rt from his canteen. He wrapped the wet cloth around his nose and mouth. "This should do to keep us from contracting the bug."
Everyone did the same with their s.h.i.+rts, and soon Jersey and Coop were lying side by side on the travois and Stryker's men were taking turns dragging them back toward the s.h.i.+p.
Beth and Corrie and Anna walked alongside the travois, giving words of encouragement to Coop. Jersey was still unconscious, coughing in her sleep.
As they walked, Stryker got on the microphone of his communications gear and radioed the s.h.i.+p.
"General Raines, we got a couple of people exposed to an unknown BW here. They're pretty sick, so I need you to have the medic on the s.h.i.+p get in touch with one of your doctors who's an expert in this and have him tell us what to do when we get back."
"Roger, Captain Stryker," Buddy said. "We'll have everything ready by the time you return."
Dr. Larry Buck spoke with Mike Peavy, the medic on the s.h.i.+p. "Symptoms seem to be primarily respiratory?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, that's what I'm told. Evidently it acted pretty fast. Less than twenty-four hours after exposure, both patients are very sick."
"Okay, here's what I want you to do. Limit exposure of the patients to only one or two caregivers. The rest of the crew is 154.
to stay well away. Full isolation precautions; gloves, masks, and showers before and after contact."
"Yes, sir."
"As soon as you have them isolated, draw four vials of blood, two red-top tubes, two purple tubes, and refrigerate them immediately. Start cultures on all media of mucus and throat swabs. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
"As soon as you've collected the specimens, start TVs and give amoxicillin alternating with whatever aminoglycocide you have on board,at full doses."
"Yes, sir," Peavy said, writing down Dr. Buck's orders as fast as he could.
"Then, once that's done, I want you to call me back with a detailed description of their signs and symptoms, especially any rashes or skin markings."
"Will do, sir."
"And, Peavy,"
"Yes, sir?"
"Be careful. Whatever this bug is, it's designed to spread fast. You might want to use your extra antibiotics to give doses to everyone on board, yourself included."
"Okay, Doc. I'll get on it as soon as they get here."
"And Ben Raines wants Harley Reno to be available for debriefing after you talk to me."
"I'll tell him, sir."
After Dr. Buck finished talking to Peavy about the symptoms Coop and Jersey were having, Harley got on the phone with Ben Raines.
"How's it look, Harley?" Ben asked.
"I don't know, General. They're both pretty sick, especially Jersey.
She's barely coherent most of the time."
"d.a.m.n! And the docs have no idea what it is?"
"Uh-uh."
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"How about the leader of the meres? Any clues to his ident.i.ty?"
"I've been wanting to talk to you about that, Skipper. I got to thinking back to the time we spent in Africa a few years ago."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. The leaders of the mercs's training camp are all Germans, a Bergman and a Bundt. Then we come upon a BW they're obviously working on to use against us. That bring anybody to mind?"
Ben snapped his fingers. "You think it might be Bottger again?"
"It's a thought. It'd be an awfully big coincidence to have a bunch of Krauts running the place and working on BW and not be connected to Bottger somehow."
"But we thought Bottger was killed in that helicopter crash after we took his headquarters," Ben said."What if he wasn't?" Harley asked. "Or, if it's not Bottger himself, maybe it's another one of the crazies he had working under him or with him. All of those New World Order guys had screws loose if you ask me."
"Good thinking, Harley. I'll have Mike Post get to work on it to see if there's any record of Bottger or one of his known a.s.sociates surfacing in South America in the past five years."
"Skipper . . ."
"Yeah, Harley?"
"I just want you to know, Jersey and Coop infected themselves on purpose in order to bring us a specimen of the bug those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are working on. It was the bravest thing I've ever seen."
"I know, Harley. They're very special people, and we're going to pull out all the stops to make sure they come out of this okay."
"Right, General. Harley out."
Harley hung up the phone, and walked down the corridor to the door to the cabin that had been made into an isolation 156.
room for Jersey and Coop. He stood there, staring through the window at their bodies lying on the beds.
Jersey's skin was covered with sores and scabs, and was flushed red from the temperature Peavy was having trouble controlling. As he watched, she reared up in bed, coughing and gagging and choking until he couldn't watch anymore.
He slowly turned and walked back down the corridor, wondering if he would've had the courage to do what they'd done.
One of the SEALs who was working as Peavy's a.s.sistant while he took care of Coop and Jersey appeared at the end of the corridor, syringe and needle in hand.
"Mr. Reno, sir, time for your next injection of antibiotics."
"Again?" Harley asked.
"Yes, sir. Dr. Buck says we're all to get these every six hours until we get back to base."
Harley shook his head as he rolled up his sleeve and followed the sailor to the sick bay.
"h.e.l.l, I'd almost rather be shot than take all these injections."
The medic glanced up at him as he filled the syringe with colorless fluid from a vial. "Being shot is easy, sir. The question is, would you rather be like Coop and Jersey or get the shots?"
Harley sat down and clamped his jaw shut. "Well, when you put it that way . . ."After the medic stuck him, Harley asked, "Peavy say there's been any change in Coop or Jersey?"
The young man glanced up, a sad look in his eyes. "Not yet. They're both still running fevers, but the oxygen seems to be helping Jersey breathe a little easier at least."
"Any idea what it is yet?"
The medic shrugged. "Dr. Buck says it sounds like maybe anthrax."
"Anthrax? But we've all been inoculated against that already."
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"Doc says this bug is special. Evidently, they've altered it so that the old vaccines don't work."
"Great," Harley said. "That means even more shots when they get it figured out."
The medic glanced up, a worried look on his face. "You mean, if they get it figured out."
158 Twenty Lieutenant Juan Villareal, called Juanito because of his height of barely over five feet tall, walked around the perimeter of the fortifications surrounding the town of Cardenas, just fifty miles north of Villahermosa.
He'd received a call from General Jose Guerra himself, warning him to be on the lookout for movement from the rebel forces stationed at the Navy base at Pariso. The general had told him he and his outpost were very important, as they would be the first to see the rebels if they decided to attack northward.
Juanito took pains to explain this to the soldiers manning the gun placements, that they should be very alert and that El Jefe himself had his eyes on them.
Cardenas was a rather small village, typical of southern Mexico, with no real importance other than its location just north of the rebels'
encampment. The citizens were for the most part poor dirt farmers who barely grew enough food to feed themselves, with none left over to send to market. A few of the men made the one-hundred-mile round-trip to hire on as fishermen on the coast, but that pay was low and it meant spending weeks away from their families doing extremely hard work on deep-sea shrimpers and long-line fis.h.i.+ng boats.
The Pan American Highway ran smack through the middle of the town. Hence its importance as an early warning device for the generals in Mexico City, for there was no other way 159.
159the rebels could travel northward if they decided to press their war against Mexico.
Juanito clapped a young soldier on the back as he stood next to the fifty-caliber machine gun in his sandbagged outpost on the edge of town.
The soldier put down the field gla.s.ses he'd been staring through and smiled at Juanito, who was a very popular commanding officer.
"Hola, Juanito," the boy said.
Juanito took a pack of American cigarettes out of his breast pocket and offered one to the boy.
"Hola, Carlos," he said. "Cigarette?"
"Ah, americano, eh?" Carlos said, reaching for the pack. It was a real treat when anyone had American cigarettes, as they were much better than the Mexican ones, which tasted like so much bulls.h.i.+t when they burned, if you could keep them going at all.
"Si," Juanito answered, pulling one out for himself and lighting both with a kitchen match. "The generalissimo knows how important we are to the safety of Mexico, so he arranges for these to be flown in on the weekly supply plane."
Carlos glanced around at the adobe huts that made up most of the village. "Why is this flyspeck of a town so important?" he asked.
"We are the closest to the rebels," Juanito answered, though trying to explain this to a young boy with no education and a very limited intellect would be impossible, he thought.
"But I thought the war was over," Carlos said, a puzzled look on his face. "Didn't the rebel leader himself, Perro Loco, promise El Presidente he would not move farther north?"
"And since when did you begin to believe the promises of politicians, or military leaders for that matter?" Juanito said with a laugh as he took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew smoke from his nostrils.
As Carlos started to answer, Juanito noticed a large dust cloud on the horizon to the south.
"Carlos, give me those gla.s.ses," he said, taking the binocu- 160.
lars from around the soldier's neck and putting them to his eyes.
He choked on the smoke curling up into his face from the cigarette in the corner of his mouth when he saw a line of tanks and half-tracks coming up the Pan American Highway, with hundreds of soldiers walking along the side of the road next to the vehicles.
"Holy Mary, Mother of Christ!" Juanito whispered. "They're coming!"
Carlos took a last drag of his cigarette and threw it in the dirt, grinding it out with his boot heel. He turned and crouched behind his fifty-caliber machine gun, jacking the loading lever back to pull ash.e.l.l into the firing chamber.
"Don't fire too soon," Juanito ordered. "Wait until they are within range. I've got to go radio Mexico City and tell them Loco's on the move."
Carlos nodded, sweat breaking out on his brow under his helmet. He knew he was going to die in the upcoming battle, and he hoped he would remain brave and not bring disgrace on his family.
Juanito didn't stop running until he reached the small room above a cantina he used as his office. He slapped his radio operator's feet off his desk and yelled, "The rebels are coming! Get me Mexico City on the radio."
After a moment of fiddling with dials and frequencies, the man handed the handset to Juanito.
"This is Lieutenant Juan Villareal. I must speak with General Guerra immediately!"
A tinny voice came out of the speaker. "The general is having his breakfast and cannot be disturbed," the voice said.
Juanito rolled his eyes heavenward and gritted his teeth. Here he was about to die to protect a man who couldn't be called from his table.
He took several deep breaths to calm himself, and spoke in a reasonable tone. "Then, when the general is finished with 161.
his eggs and bacon, would you inform him the rebels are on the move and are about to attack Cardenas?"
"And just where is Cardenas?" the voice asked, as if discussing the weather.
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