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blows he repeatedly delivered.
    She had thought he wouldn't remember her but it was quite clear that he did. And even though she had made a point of not speaking to him, he still found it necessary to provoke her. Before she could give it more thought, Robin walked up to her.
    "Hey, what's with the face?" Robin asked quietly. "Did you find out we really are dead or is it something worse?"
    Tarla smiled despite her dismal mood. "Something worse than death?"
    Robin shrugged. "Sure. It could be that Private Higgs is right—that we were snatched from the plane by aliens and taken to their planet on a spaceship."
    Tarla rolled her eyes as though she truly believed that explanation was even more ridiculous than their being dead. "How does Higgs explain the fact that there are Earth-type horses and cows in here with us? Did the aliens abduct them also?"
    "Absolutely," Robin said with exaggerated seriousness. "The aliens wanted to create an environment similar to what we humans were accustomed to. Apparently Higgs's aliens are a little fuzzy on certain details. Anyway, he says this barn is actually like a cage in a zoo and alien tourists are watching us through the one-way windows at this very moment."
    "You're right," Tarla said with a grimace. "There are some things worse than death. Like being forced to spend time with men like Private Higgs or Wilkes. Can you just imagine what might happen if we were all stuck in here together for very long?"
    "Yeah. World War Four. Except this time we don't even have the limited privacy of a latrine."
    Tarla made another face at her friend. "I've been trying not to think about that. Or about food. Or water."
    "You're not the only one, believe me. But something the darling major said stuck in my head."
    Tarla smirked. "I think the darling major is just plain stuck in your head."
    "True," Robin admitted with a wink. "I thought he was luscious the first time I saw him but when I heard that English accent, I almost wet my pants."
    "How can you think about a man at a time like this?" Tarla knew her question was rhetorical. There was always room for thoughts of handsome men in Robin's mind.
    Robin cocked her head as if giving Tarla's question real consideration. "It's hard but some things are worth the extra effort." She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, then straightened her expression again. "Anyway, what I was going to bring up before you sidetracked me was what the major said about the animals. They look healthy. Somebody must be in charge of giving them food and water and letting them out. So I'm willing to bet that whoever, or whatever, put us in here, will take care of us too. It's just a matter of being patient until they show themselves."
    Tarla nodded. "It sounds logical but I'm worried about how far some of these men's patience can be stretched." Her gaze sought out Wilkes to see what he was up to, but before she located him or any of his friends, all six of her nurses joined her and Robin. Their worried expressions mirrored her own.
    Darcy, a young woman with blonde-on-blonde frosted hair and a courageous air that made her seem larger than her petite body, spoke first. "No one has been able to find a way out."
    Kara, Darcy's closest friend, stood silently behind her, as usual, staring at the ground. She was as timid as her friend was brave. Kara was a good nurse though and that was what mattered to Tarla.
    Sunny, a brunette whose nickname perfectly suited her bright personality, rather than her drab appearance, offered her information next. "There doesn't even seem to be a loose board anywhere that could be pried away to make an opening. It might be possible with a tool, but no one's found anything usable."
    The "Three Mouseketeers", Trish, Mandy and Charlene, had nothing to add but Mandy gave voice to the words they were all thinking. "I'm scared, Captain. More scared than the time the sniper was taking potshots at us."
    "At least then we knew where we were and who the enemy was," Trish