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good, his cheeks had no color and he seemed out of it, mumbling in English instead of Russian. "Shit."
    Zander looped his arm around Tucker, noticing the dark stain on his sweater. Hopefully no police would notice. If he found a coat lying around, he'd take it. Tucker allowed him to lead him across the plaza to the south. He spied Marshal but didn't go directly to him since the cops were swarming in that area. They walked two blocks and the traffic cleared enough for them to catch a cab. Marshal had caught up to them by that time and they all three piled into the back of the taxi, Marshal handing Tucker a coat that he used to cover his arm.
    The hotel where they were currently staying could have been compromised so Zander rattled off the address for another hotel, their backup, and the driver zoomed off, driving like most crazy Russian cabbies.
    When they arrived at the new hotel, Zander helped Tucker out of the car while Marshal checked in, using fake IDs he had concealed in the bottom of his bag. They immediately headed upstairs. Once in the room, Zander closed the door and helped Tucker to the bathroom.
    "Fuck, Tucker, what the hell happened?"
    "Shot, it fucking hurts. I thought they followed me but I got lost in the crowd after I stripped and put on new clothes."
    "Hell, let's get you out of them. Marshal, do you have the kit?"
    "Of course." Marshal unzipped the b ottom of his bag, pulling out the medical kit they always traveled with.
    "Okay, off with that shirt."
    Zander pulled off his shirt, wincing as Tucker cried out. Zander readied a syringe with fentanyl citrate, shoving the needle in Tucker's arm before he could raise any objections.
    "Ouch." Tucker tried to rub his arm but he stopped when he saw the blood.
    "Sorry." Marshal shook his head. "Not really. You went off and got shot, you're lucky you lived."
    "Did he die?" Tucker asked.
    "No clue, we've been too worried about you to check." Zander scrubbed his hands, hating that he was going to have to operate on his friend in this dingy little motel room.
    "This is going to hurt, don't curse in English. I don't want the neighbors to get any ideas that you're American."
    Tucker dipped his chin, his eyes looked feverish and his cheeks hollow. They needed to transfuse some blood and he knew from experience that he wouldn't be a match. It would have to come from Marshal. "Okay, I'll try to remember," Tucker whispered.
    "Marshal, come hold him down."
    Zander stared at the wound, shaking his head. There was an exit wound, but it was acting as if foreign debris were lodged in the hole. He pulled on gloves and looked at the instruments. Operating wasn't something he enjoyed. Never having gone to medical school left him feeling inadequate. Of course, Tucker would die if he didn't do something and going to a hospital was out of the question. They could go to the embassy, but they'd never be allowed back into Russia. They were more than just undercover, they were ghosts and the US government didn't claim them and wouldn't.
    With as much care as he could muster, Zander probed the hole. Nothing hard drew his attention. "I need this washed. Marshal, pour some vodka over the wound."
    Tucker cringed as the wound was flushed with alcohol, sweat popped out on his face. With the blood gone, Zander could see into the hole. He poked around, spying a piece of something. After grabbing a long instrument that looked like scissors but was really tiny pinchers, he reached in carefully, grasping onto the foreign object. It came easily but more blood flowed.
    "Looks like part of the tree blew into you when you were hit. More alcohol, Marshal." After cleaning the wound a second time, Zander declared it good enough. He stitched the vein that had been nicked, stopping most of the bleeding. Tucker's breathing was shallow and Zander didn't like what he saw, but there wasn't much he could do other than transfuse which added a whole new level of difficulty.
    "What's your blood type, Tucker?"
    "A