KYLE AND JAMES HURRIEDLY and efficiently clear an area of the grassy patch for triage. Keith has a dislocated shoulder that will affect his arm for some time. He must be stood down, and it’s pissing the hell out of him. He is in agony and angry. ‘The sonavabitches snatched Joshua from right under my nose,’ he hisses.
He is taking it personally. He is affronted and to say that Unit One’s TL is infuriated would be saying it mildly.
‘It’s not your fault, Keith. We all sensed something was up, but we couldn’t have predicted this would happen.’ Skinner tries to calm his best TL and himself, as well.
Sam is unconscious. They look down at his horizontal, unmoving shape, and they struggle to keep a lid on their anger. Kyle goes ballistic at the upturned tire of the SUV, venting his frustration.
