He nodded.“We’ll look for it when the waves subside.”
Axle glanced over.“The ship was heading this way.Maybe we can get the chopper to come here.It will be incredibly painful to get Hawk out on a water extraction.”
Good idea.The chopper wouldn’t have as far to fly and now they could come to the island under the guise of aid.
“We’ll get Radar to call.”
Up ahead someone dressed in black stepped out on the road and flagged them down.Radar.
“Hawk’s alive?”he asked as they pulled up.
“Yeah, but he’s broken his pelvis.”Dobby opened the door and waited for Mila to climb out before he joined her.“Where are the others?”
Radar gestured to the jungle.“Through there.”He shook his head.“Vance is a piece of work.Keeps demanding we call a helicopter to pick us up.”
Mila sighed.“That sounds like him.”
Dobby scanned their surroundings.They hadn’t passed anyone on the way and there was silence aside from the occasional bird call and the buzz of insects.“Get comms up.”
Radar set up the antenna while Dobby found a survival blanket in his pack and wrapped it around Mila’s dirty, scratched shoulders.
Mila smiled at Dobby.“Thanks.”
“I can’t offer you a shower yet,” he said.
“I’m just thankful to be alive.”She glanced to where Axle was examining Hawk in the back.
Dobby kept his arm around Mila’s shoulder as Radar spoke with comms.
“Sun God, this is patrol six six, do you copy, over?”
“Patrol six six, this is Sun God.Send.Over.”
“We’ve got a man injured,” Radar reported.“Need immediate evacuation.”
“Negative,” base responded.“We have requests in.Base en route.Lay low.Check in on the down low.”
Mila glanced at him.“What does that mean?”
Dobby growled.“Ship’s en route, but they won’t send a chopper until they get permission from the Indonesian government.We need to check back every half an hour.”Fucking politics.
If Hawk wasn’t injured, they’d easily be able to lie low in the jungle for a couple of days.They had enough rations and they’d camped rough before.But Hawk’s injury was too severe to move him more than they had to.Dobby turned to Axle.“What does Hawk need?”
His gaze was bleak.“Surgery.The best I can do is stabilise him and give him some pain meds.The door is good because it’s hard, stable and manoeuvrable, but it might be too wide in the jungle.”
“Is there a medical centre in the village up the hill?”Dobby asked Mila.
“No.People come down here if they need help.The medical centre is first class thanks to Agus.”
He stared down the road.The jungle blocked the view to the coast, but it would be suicide to go back now.
“Tell them I need to know the moment it’s safe to go back,” he barked at Radar.There’d be more waves to come.
He didn’t want to move Hawk more than was necessary so the car was probably the best place for him to stay for now.But he needed to plan for eventualities.If Agus survived, he might head this way.“Axle, stay with Hawk.Radar, show me to the others.”He turned to Mila.“Stay here for me.I need to check in and devise a plan.”
He waited until she nodded and then followed Radar into the pitch black of the jungle, thankful he had night vision goggles.
About twenty metres in sat Joker and Vance.“Hawk?”Joker asked.
