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about his sister. It was the third time since they got here that some asshole made her stay up so late. Aim was not sleeping good as it was and Frannie was coming apart at the seams…
    “Yo! Frays! Get your ass over here!” A big black man in one of the Digicam uniforms shouted from off to Carl’s left startling the boy out of his thoughts. The man’s voice was heavily accented almost to the point of being unintelligible. The guy sounded like he was African or Jamaican or some shit. “Where the fuck did you go?” There were two more guys with him, one of them dressed in kacki trousers and a black polo shirt. “Who the fuck told you you could leave?”
    “You did, Johnson.” Carl grumbled under his breath eyeing the man angrily. It was right about then that Carl noticed a Colt 1911 in a familiar holster on Kacki Boy’s hip. He took a couple quick steps towards the man, pointing at the weapon. All of a sudden Johnson and his little butt buddy were the farthest thing from his mind. “Hey where the fuck you get that?” 
    “It’s none of your business, son.” Kacki Boy said, giving the boy a cocky little grin that shifted his fashionable Aviator sunglasses on his face slightly. He had a highfaluting accent, probably British. “And watch your mouth.” This drew little titters of laughter from the two Blue Diamond guys.
    “Lemme see it!” Carl demanded, pointing furiously at the man’s hip. “That looks like my dad’s goddamn gun! Where the fuck did you get that, you thieving piece of shit?” He walked up to Kacki Boy, his face a mask of absolute rage. “Gimme my fuckin’ gun!”
    Johnson slugged the boy in the side of the head, stopping Carl in his tracks. Carl lashed out with the toe of his boot catching the mercenary in the groin. The next thing Carl knew he was on the ground and the two mercs were kicking him. White light exploded behind his eyes when a blow slammed into the back of his head. Red hot lances stabbed through his chest. Carl coughed choking on coppery tasting liquid.
    Carl blinked and opened his eyes…or rather tried to open his eyes. They were swollen so much that he could barely crack his lids. “Oh, thank God!” Amy cried, wiping at her cheeks. She took her brother’s hand and held it tight. It took him a couple seconds to realize that he was on a bed in the Aid Station. “Thank God! Thank God!”
    Another voice interrupted his sister. “I think we deserve a little credit here too, guys.” Lieutenant Haskins said quietly. Carl’s world twisted and spun like a kaleidoscope on acid then slowly settled into the woman’s face. That other medic dude, the black guy, was standing next to her. “Somebody kicked the crap out of you, Mister Frays.”
    Carl made a strange sound in his throat that might have been an attempt at a laugh. Amy was shaking in her chair next to his bed but he could not tell if it was because she was scared or angry or whatever. “Who did this, Carl?” Amy asked in a low quiet voice as she squeezed her brother’s hand.
    Lieutenant Haskins made a face behind their backs. “He…he won’t be able to talk for awhile, Airman.” the doctor muttered. She had gotten to know Airman Frays and her brother pretty well in the short time they had been here. “His jaw was partially dislocated.”
    Frays dug into her cargo pocket and came up with a pen and a small spiral bound notepad. She flipped the little book to a blank page and put it on the bed. “Who did this, Carl?” Amy repeated as she put the pen in her brother’s hand. Carl scribbled something down then pushed the pad of paper towards his big sister. It took her a couple minutes to decipher Carl’s shaky chicken scratches but Amy felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on her head when she figured out what he wrote.
    A short skinny man in Marine cammies met Frays as she stormed into the hall. “Frays! Frays, what’s going on?” Lacey said as he tried to catch the woman by the sleeve. The