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Rocks must have been thrown high enough to go over the
mountain, but the mountain had protected this bit of
road.
    She got back inside and took off,
heading towards the resort.
    Her hunch paid off. There were two
ways to the resort. The road she had just taken, and one that
headed south, the direction she wanted to go. Always count on
commercialism. Any other location would have only had one way in
and one way out.
    She continued gratefully on the
road, driving slowly to make sure she didn’t slam into any debris.
It had grown dark and she could only see by her headlights now. She
turned the brights on although that made her fret about how long
her batteries would hold out. She whined to Jada about it and grew
increasingly agitated, her earlier positive feelings at finding a
road south gone. She finally became so upset she simply had to shut
up.
    Jada never responded.
    Signs pointed her back to the main
highway and she followed them, guessing that she would come out
past the crater. She did.
    She turned left onto the highway
and immediately started having to pick her way through more rock
and debris. At least the highway hadn’t buckled here. She wondered
how far south of the crater her detour had taken her.
    Then she saw something that gave
her hope.
    A little blue sign with a white
reflective ‘H’ on it.
    A hospital.

 
     
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    “Back from the dead, are
you?”
    Wolfgang opened his eyes. His head
still felt groggy with sleep and pain.
    He awoke in a sitting position.
Someone had moved him over next to the back of the truck, sitting
him up against a tire. He put his hand to his head and felt
bandages. His face had been cleaned of blood.
    He tried to get up but a hand held
him gently in place.
    “Woah there tiger. You probably
got a concussion. You just take it easy a few minutes. We found
some drugs for you. Just give me a sec to dig ‘em out.”
    “No drugs,” Wolfgang mumbled in
German.
    “Oh, it ain’t nothin’ that good.
Just some Tylenol for the pain. It’ll help clear your head a
bit.”
    Wolfgang recognized Tylenol but
otherwise couldn’t keep up with the American’s English. Tylenol was
okay. He didn’t want anything making him pass out again. He
remembered he was worried about an ambush. He wondered how long
he’d been unconscious.
    “Ambush?” he asked in English.
There was a German word for ambush, but like so many other words,
Germans used a germanized version of the English word.
    “We ain’t seen nothing yet. The
Colonel and your girl are checking out the area, but it seems like
the bomb was left behind. Pressure activated, or
something.”
    That didn’t make sense to
Wolfgang. Why would a pressure activated bomb be left on a civilian
freeway. For all the damage it did to the military truck, it would
have shredded a car, killing everyone in it and destroying all the
contents. Why would someone want to do that in Switzerland? It had
no purpose. Everyone did everything for a purpose.
    Wolfgang tried to think, but the
clouds in his head were as gray and ugly as the clouds in the
sky.
    Someone had to be targeting the
military truck. He was convinced of that. The soldiers were heading
for a rendezvous point and there must have been other trucks. Their
attackers must have lain in wait. Maybe they assumed the truck had
food and weapons, which it did, and they had spotters out,
triggering the bomb when the truck got close.
    But if that were the case, why
hadn’t anyone attacked yet?
    Wlazlo interrupted his thoughts
with the pills and a bottle of water. Wolfgang drank gratefully,
swallowing the medicine with the warm liquid. Feeling had returned
to his arms and he was able to take the plastic bottle from the
soldier and drink more himself.
    “Now you’re coming back to
life.”
    The captain turned away from him.
Wolfgang could see a rifle slung over his shoulder. A rifle had
been placed on the ground next to Wolfgang, along with a full
backpack. He stared at the weapon. It