BARRY OPENED THE WINDOWS of Bryce’s Paddington apartment unit, the Cameron siblings’ go-to place when in Sydney, to check the weather. Outside, it was unseasonably cold for spring.
He packed his gear, mindful of the harsh bush environment. It had been a while, years in fact, since he’d gone camping. For the past three years, his domain had been the trauma wards of military hospitals. Before that, the battlefields of Kandahar. And before that, the Australian Combat Support Hospital during the last stages of the Second Gulf War.
Knowing what to pack was the easy part. It was roughing it out there that he didn’t look forward to, but he had to do what he had to do.
On the way out the door, he remembered his Voltaic Amp, the solar cell phone charger one must never leave home without. That, a
