BANJO AND ANDY WERE moved to sick bay where they were left to sleep off their exhaustion.
Sixteen hours to go before the swap, Moore and Sandoval wondered aloud if they should wake up the sleeping beauties. Phelps was observing the couple, who were placed in the same room on separate beds side by side, and he liked what he was seeing. Sinewy muscles, tanned skin colouring, toughened hands: they looked fine and powerful specimens to him.
‘Don’t wake them yet,’ he said, ‘They need their sleep more than they need our briefing.’
‘Is there anything we can do to help them recuperate faster?’ asked Jones.
‘Like what?’ asked Phelps, the question made sense to him.
‘I suggest we hook them up to I.V. to get them hydrated quicker.’
‘I like that,’ said Phelps. ‘I’ll see what I can organise.’
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