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RAF Fairborough, Exhibitors’ Caravan Site – 10 Minutes Later
The caravan looked like the backroom of a butcher’s. Blood was pouring from Eli’s forehead into his eyes which was hampering the phone conversation he was trying to have with Yuval. Worse, he was half deaf from the aftershock of the blast compounded by the activity around him. In the end Eli handed the phone to Rafi while Niorah did an emergency clean of the wound and stuck closure strips over it. The rest of the crew packed up and cleaned up, spraying cleaner, wiping down, then putting the disposable wipes in plastic bags and the plastic bags in picnic baskets. Given the circumstances the squad was as calm as possible; they’d all been under fire before and they’d all rehearsed exit operations many times.
Rafi was now speak
