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was either too stupid or too incompetent to tell that you were alive. Your pulse was weak and your breathing was shallow. I tend to dunk he was in a hurry, which would correspond with another ob-Krvation, one I made before we came on the scene. There was ejaculant on your-“
    “Aww, shit,” Darkwood hissed, the pain so intense now he almost didn’t care.
    “I^had the Germans test it. It matches what was found in her vaginal area. The only way to prove your innocence is to compare that to the specimen you just provided us. Unless the killer’s your identical twin brother, it won’t match. I know you didn’t do it; you know you didn’t do it. Maritza Zeiss was popular to begin with, a lovely and talented girl and someone the Eden personnel were counting on a great deal, once the weather moderated enough to try crops. That’s why you’re in the German field hospital, not the one staffed by Eden personnel. There was an attempt at mob justice here once before, under surprisingly similar circumstances, when Natalia was suspected of aiding the Soviets. I didn’t want to see history repeat itself.”
    “What about Sam Aldridge and Lillie St. James and the rest of the Mid-Wake personnel?”
    “You mean, do they know about this?” Rourke mquired “Yes. I put them on alert, just in case. Whoever our killer was, he eliminated Doctor Zeiss and tried to eliminate you and, at once, discredit the Mid-Wake officer corps.”
    “ThisH have to be-” Darkwood started, his tongue feeling thick, the pain extremely intense.
    “Reported? I’m your CO., remember? Brigadier General Rourke? Once the lab tests are back, there won’t be any charges brought, nothing will go on your record. Your president and your admiral want me to cooperate; well, they can cooperate with me, then. There’s a more serious concern than you.”
    “Oh, I’m glad to hear that.”
    “I thought you would be, Jason. No, there’s a murderer loose and he’s working in complicity with Commander Dodd.”
    “What?” He moved and he shouldn’t have.
    That’s another reason I wanted you here. I didn’t want a mysterious embolism popping up or something. Now, rest.”
    “Doctor-ah-“
    John Rourke reached under his sweater, glanced toward the curtains, then turned the palm of his hand toward Darkwood. In it was Darkwood’s own 2418 A2. He’d scratched his initials into the right grip plate years ago. “I cant put it under the pillow. Disrupt hospital routine, and anyway, guns are damned uncomfortable to sleep on. Roll over a little, if you can.”
    Darkwood rolled over right, felt the mattress being lifted
    slighdy, then lowered. “Where’d-“
    “Between the mattress and the cot frame. If you need it, youll have to get out of bed for it. Sorry. But, on the plus side, it’s chamber loaded and ready to go. Remind me to see if I can find you a .45. You’d like it better. Trust me.”
    And John Rourke smiled, then walked out between the curtains. Jason Darkwood lay back. The curtains opened once more. It was Doctor Rourke again. Trust this medtech. He’s one of Colonel Mann’s unit. He’s got an injection for you. Pain killer. Make you sleep. By the time you wake up, everything should be worked out. Rest well.”
    The curtains closed, Doctor Rourke vanishing, the medtech approaching the bed. It was the same man who’d taken the sample from him. In his odd but perfectly pronounced English, he said, “It would be better, Herr Captain Darkwood, to administer this injection in your buttocks.”
    “Just what I needed,” Darkwood groaned, rolling over.

Chapter Seven
    There were only three still standing modules in what had been the German headquarters complex at their facility outside Eden Base. John had asked that the samples be flown there because Doctor Munchen, the German physician both she and John counted a friend, still had laboratory facilities there, however rudimentary.
    Sarah Rourke’s eyes narrowed.
    John looked through the powerful