Chapter Twenty
Fog was lifting from the mountains as Grace’s team packed their vehicles. Jay arrived in time to offer to help Chickenhead and Big Dog load up. His offer was overlooked as it seemed they had everything under control. There wasn’t much to pack. Jay had his daypack filled with his bottle of barely used pure oxygen from their submarine insertion, a single EMP grenade, a single flashgun, and his first-aid kit. Fortunately that was the one thing the Akhana had plenty of. He’d packed two twenty-five-gram packs of QuikClot, a chest seal, decompression needle, a tube of Surgilube, morphine auto-injectors, a couple of bandages, gauze, a SOFTT-W tourniquet, nitrile gloves, scalpel handle and blades, a couple of sterile wound dressings, a roll of med tape, a little packet of travel ti
