“Not so fast, Tommy,” I said in my fake British accent. I slugged him with the butt of the Bren and the kid crumpled to the ground.
“Thank God,” Eli said. “I thought you’d never get here.”
“Finish up,” I said. “We have to figure out what to do with this guy.”
“What do you mean?”
“We can’t leave him here. When the cache blows, he’ll go with it.”
“So,” Eli said. “Casualty of war.”
I grabbed him by his lapels pressing them together so he could barely breathe. “You little prick. What do you know about it? He’s just a kid barely older than you. He doesn’t deserve to die just because he was observant. He’s got a mum and a dad and who knows, ten brothers and sisters who are proud of him and expect him to come home.”
“Geez, look who’s gone all sentimental, all of a sudden.”
“Shut up and fi
