Chapter Twenty-Five
“Medic!”
Tasha heard the scream as she lay face down in the sand. She was then aware of someone calling for help on a radio and someone else screaming in Russian. Her ears were ringing, and she felt blood running down her cheek when struggling to sit up. She didn’t think she'd lost consciousness but was dazed and confused. The explosion had been powerful and gone off too early. Reaching out with her mind, she searched for anything that hurt, and all she found was the right side of her head.
Omar was at her side, helping her sit up. He had a shoulder wound that was bleeding through his T-shirt.
Daniel stood watching, pale-faced and wide-eyed, with the detonator still gripped in his hand.
As she got to her feet, Andre ran up, still yelling in Russian and looking at D
