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positive."
    "Marshal, I already know, but I'm just making sure."
    "A positive." Marshal pulled off his shirt and tapped his arm. "Hook us up."
    "Will do." Zander set up the tubing for donating blood between the two. He'd only done this one other time during training. By no means was it optimal. Tucker lay down on the floor and Marshal sat on the bed above him. Donating like this wasn't the best idea, but in a pinch it would do. Marshal flinched when he stuck him, but he said nothing as he watched his blood flow to Tucker.
    "Just keep pumping your fist, Marshal. I'll try to judge based on time and not take too much."
    "Thanks." Marshal smiled down at Tucker. "You owe me big time."
    Tucker smiled back. "I always do. Thanks, big guy."
    "Anytime."
    Zander waited ten minutes then disconnected the flow from Marshal first, pushing all of the blood in the tube into Tucker's veins. Tucker looked better, but he needed to rest and to eat some good food. After the blood transfusion, Zander gave Tucker a shot of antibiotics and some more pain medicine. He wrapped the wound and cleaned up the mess he'd made.
    Marshal stared up at him, his eyes unfocused for a second. "We sanitized the last hotel before we left?"
    "Yes, our bags are in a locker at the Leningradsky station. The area will clear by tonight and I'll grab them before we leave." Zander picked up the last of the items from the surgery and checked again. If he was going to leave the hotel room, he needed to make sure he had everything that needed to be thrown away.
    "You okay?" Marshal asked.
    "Yeah, I just hate having to operate. I'm not the best. I stitched him up, but it freaks me out every time."
    "You did the best when we did medical training. I'd rather have you operate on me than any of the other guys."
    Tucker snoozed peacefully, his breathing had evened out. "I'm glad it wasn't his guts that were damaged. It was only one vein and I think I closed it okay."
    "I'm sure you did fine. He's lucky you were on the mission with us."
    "He's going to have one hell of a scar."
    "Yeah, but you know Tucker, he'll spin some story to the girls and have them eating out of his hand."
    Zander huffed out a breath and shook his head. "Yeah, but he never turns those great stories into anything."
    "What do you mean?" Marshal asked.
    "How many of those girls has Tucker slept with?"
    Zander stared at the sleeping man, noting the hard line of his jaw, his muscled torso and the smattering of blond hair running down below the waistband of his pants. In all the years he'd know Tucker, the guy hadn't once been with a girl. He danced with them, flirted like crazy, even kissed a few, but at the end of the night, Tuck always went home alone.
    "I'm headed out to find food. I'll be back soon."
    "Hey Zander, don't say anything to Tuck about the girls."
    "I won't. Call if trouble come s looking for you."
    Zander made his way back to the street then searched for a place to grab something warm with meat. None of them liked Russian food, but they needed to keep their strength up. Tomorrow morning, they'd take a train to Saint Petersburg then exit to Finland. Once in Finland, they'd catch a flight to the USA. Tucker had to look good. If he looked sick by the time they boarded the plane, one of the flight attendants might say something.
    The streets had cleared some, but he didn't like the feeling he was getting from the city. He found a burger joint and ordered four to go. He picked up some chips and a few drinks. Tucker probably wouldn't want to eat, but he had to consume something or he wouldn’t get his color back.
    Zander paid and hurried back to the hotel. Tucker was awake when he came in. The man's eyes looked a little glassy and Zander prepped another dose of antibiotics for him. "Tuck, how 'ya feeling?"
    "Like a truck ran over me." Tucker tried to sit up straighter but he barely moved. Marshal helped him before handing him a burger and a drink.
    "Eat it all. I need you to be healthy." Marshal sat beside