"Don't give him water unless he talks to me," Zimmerman said breathlessly. "Can we take the vehicle?"
Nick looked at it again. "Maybe. There's a bigger risk we'll be discovered in the HILUX, but we'd cover a lot more ground."
Zimmerman gestured at the piece of metal that had pierced his side. "I don't know how much longer I can make it without medical care. I'm losing too much blood."
Nick looked at the HILUX, weighed his options, and nodded. "Okay." He bent and helped Zimmerman to his feet. Zimmerman held the gun trained on the prisoner while Nick supported him, which was how they'd covered what little distance between them and the crash site they'd covered for the last two nights.
Three feet from the HILUX, Zimmerman lost consciousness and the gun fell from his hand. The prisoner too
