By the time he’d carefully worked the exhausted hostage past the Malay gate position, Shake heard two short bursts of AK fire; same weapon, no return. Apparently, Felodon opted for the former course of action over the latter, a good move given their circumstances. He stepped out onto the trail, sat the hostage near a tree and handed over his canteen. The man chugged greedily from it.
Shake was reaching for his radio handset to call off the dogs and reassemble his forces when a small caliber shot came from the opposite side of the trail, tore through his left hamstring and sent him spinning to the ground near the hostage. The pain was intense, but Shake knew from first-hand experience it wasn’t lethal. He shoved at the hostage trying to get the man out of the line of fire but any escape wa
