Border of Jawahir and Simdan
Border of Jawahir and SimdanAnderson Coldhouse collapsed on the ground, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning out loud. He clutched his injured arm, cursing under his breath as he scooted back against a rock. Leaning his head back, he slowly counted until the pain in his arm and leg turned to a dull, constant thud.
Burns, cuts, and bruises littered his body. What the fight and the explosion from the speedboat hadn’t caused, his trek across the desert had. He had lost his communication equipment in the wreckage. It had been too dangerous to go back to the safe house. The streets had been crawling with the Jawahir Royal Military.
He shakily took a swig of water from the oil-sealed bag he had taken from the farmer a day ago. Spilling a little of the precious
