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Disclaimer: Although some of the titles and verbage used in this story are actual military terms, all combat and medical situations are from my imagination and not real protocol. Julie looked down into the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. A petite, athletic girl stood in front of her, decked out in her cammies, hat off, bag over her shoulder. She had light blond hair, perfectly arched eyebrows and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Flawless skin topped off a perfect looking body that looked to be around 5’8″ or 5’9″. Since when did they let beauty queens in the military, is what she thought. The girl was biting her lip, looking slighty nervous as she faced her. Julie knew she could be intimidating to younger squad members. Not only because of her rank, but because of her presence and stature. She stood at 6 foot, tall by a woman’s standard, and was all muscle and grace. She had come in early, earned her degree, and rose quickly in the ranks. The girl in front of her actually looked to be not that much younger than her, and a few ranks below. “Now you know…” she looked at her name tag, “Petty Officer Jameson, that when you arrived at base camp, you were supposed to report here, correct?” She could tell the girl wanted to say something other than what she did when she said, “Yes, Senior.” She liked that the girl didn’t make excuses, even though she knew that she had actually been given the wrong information and gone to the wrong area on base. It was a confusing one with a lot of commotion and quite honestly she was surprised she made it here as quickly as she had after being miles in the wrong direction. Her shirt had darkened in areas from sweat, some of it rolling down the side of neck. She must’ve run. Impressive. They looked at one another and then Julie nodded, motioning her inside the tent. Her “office” was a long table, papers and folders scattered on it, a large cooler in the corner, a big locker and her actual living quarters behind a big screen. “Sit, please,” Julie said, touching a chair across from the desk in front of her. The girl put her pack down and sat in front of her, still nervous, but remaining still, those gorgeous eyes taking everything in. Julie sat down and opened Jameson’s folder, looking at her accomplishments and past history. She had a remarkable record, scoring high marks in all her accomplishments. Consistent. Good coremen were hard to find, most of them in and out in a hurry. Looks like she had stayed around, had done her combat time, and still volunteered for another tour. Julie was getting out next spring at the ripe old age of 35. She skimmed the dossier…28. 7 years younger. Damn she felt old, but at the same time felt like her life would be like being born again once she got out. She looked at the other side of her jacket, recreational stuff. “Play softball?” Julie inquired, reading that she was on the All-Navy team for two years. “Yes, Senior.” Julie looked up at her and smiled at her for the first time, “Good, we need some more female players out here..” Jameson gave her a tentative smile, “Glad to help.” She could hear the sense of humor in her voice and laughed softly. She skimmed through the rest of her folder and then closed it. “So where are you interested in working on base? You were given the tour, yes?” “Well Senior, I was hoping actually to work in your squadron. I hear it’s the best.” Julie studied her, raising her eyebrow, “Where did you hear that?” “Everyone.” “So you think you are good enough to be part of my group?” “Yes, Senior.” She liked her response, a lot. You had to have a lot of confidence to be part of the elite groups, had to know you could be out there saving lives, being a part of the team. She had actually been looking for a new coreman, one to replace the awesome one she had who was leaving next month. There had been a few inquiries, a few other coreman interested in taking his place, but she hadn’t made a decision yet. “We run over 15 miles a day, bad conditions, a lot of convoys, sometimes no sleep and no food. Think you are up for that?” Jameson’s mouth curved slightly and she nodded, “Yes, Senior.” Julie shook her head, a smile making its way to her face involuntarily. “Tell you what, I have two other people vying for the same spot you are interested in. If you think you can handle it, come out with us. We go on a two week excursion tomorrow. You belong to us now so don’t worry about reporting anywhere else. More practice than anything although we do have a mission. You and the other two coreman will come along. Show us what you got.” She stood up and Jameson stood up at attention. “Jameson…” Julie sighed, coming to stand in front of her. Even in the hot dusty air and the obvious exertion the girl had put forth trying to get here, she smelled…good..if that was even possible. “I don’t know what kind of squads you belonged to before, but this one isn’t like any other one you have been on. We work with Seals and Rangers, and we certainly do not stand at attention. So don’t…” Julie raised her hand motioning to her posture. Jameson slowly relaxed, her eyes changing slightly. “What’s your name?” Jameson asked, her voice sounding a little hoarse. Probably from calling cadence in this damn wind tunnel of an area. “Last name is Peterson. Call me whatever you want as long as it’s respectful,” Julie raised her eyebrow. “You got it,” Jameson smiled. She was damn cute. It had been a long time since…well, since Julie felt attraction towards anyone. “I’m sure you’re well aware of how beautiful you are, and that you are used to getting hit on, but rest assured, mess with any of these men out here, and you will be seeing the inside of another tent and assigned to another squad captain, are we understood?” Jameson looked her square in the eye and nodded, “Yes.” “Go and talk to Kalowski. He’ll get you what you need for tomorrow. Try not to go to the wrong area again, okay?” Jameson laughed, and she saw she understood that Julie had known what had happened. “My fault.” She still took the blame. Smart girl. Might be hope there. Jameson was almost out of the tent when Julie said her name. Jameson turned. “Don’t let me down.” Her way of saying she better give it all she had. “I won’t.” __________________________________ Cara rolled into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. It was still dark outside as she made her way to the shower area. She knew it would probably be the last one for quite some time so she had purposely woken up early so that she could mentally prepare and be sharp. She had a hard time getting to sleep last night, her mind running a mile a minute. Everytime she closed her eyes, she saw Senior. She was pretty sure, damn positive, that she had never met anyone so stunning in her entire life. From the moment she had looked up into her eyes, she felt something shift inside of her. Her mind and body seeming to align itself differently just being in her presence. Peterson. She said to call her by her first or last name. She didn’t know her first one, she hadn’t given it. Which meant she didn’t want her calling her by it. She was sure that Senior knew her first name from her file, but still called her by her last name. She was such a strong woman, she could see she was in excellent condition, something she always had gravitated towards, being a jock herself. She also had that indefinable “it” that true leaders possessed. Just looking at her, hearing her voice, made you WANT to stand at attention. The fact that she was a female and ran such an elite squad of all men…well it said alot about how much those around her respected her. She felt her innate energy just from standing close. She was tall as hell and the only other word to describe her was..sexy. Very sexy. Those light green eyes not one bit hesitant, intelligent, and seemed as though they could see right into her. She wasn’t someone you messed around with. Her voice alone gave her a slight shiver up her back. But that smile. Wow. Cara hadn’t been with someone for a long time. Over a year and a half if she thought back on it. It wasn’t something she consciously thought about. Being gay in the military was hard enough…dating outside of it..well, she found she didn’t have a lot of time for it. She liked Ümraniye Escort release as much as the next person, but found sometimes it was too much drama. She only had half a year left and though she hadn’t let her intentions be known, she was planning on getting out and moving back to the country. She missed home and just wanted to settle down…find a new life. She loved what she did with a passion, but she knew at some point, she needed to slow down. She heard Peterson’s words in her ear as she finished her shower, pulling on her clothes. She had assumed she was straight, had been matter-of-fact about making sure she didn’t mess up what could be a good thing. She was crystal about that. Yeah, she had been right, she got hit on a lot. It didn’t bother her, she let it slide off her back. She was professional regardless, didn’t ever look at people she worked with. Talk about drama. She was pretty sure they were going to test her, give her shit. She knew how to handle all that. She wasn’t worried about the guys. She was worried about how her heart pounded faster when Senior was looking at her, or standing close to her. She had never been affected this way by just looking at a woman. What a fucking speciman. She knew she was pretty easy on the eyes too, but she worked hard to keep herself top shelf, made sure she was never the person holding a team back physically. She worked through the pain many times and never once had faltered or fallen behind. She wouldn’t now. She finished putting on her boots and it occured to her that Senior had to think she was beautiful to say what she did. Not that it mattered…all the women that looked like her, that she was insanely attracted to, they were always straight. It seemed to be the story of her life. Fall for the people that won’t ever be hers. She went through her gear one more time that she had gotten from Kalowski and also packed a few necessities he didn’t bother to offer. Dry socks. Heater pads. Beanie. Two Under Armour long sleeved shirts and one short. Gels in the side. She had been in a nearby camp before, knew what newbies didn’t. Without the shelter of solid buildings, it could be harsh out there. And if you somehow got caught in a wet spot, you’d be freezing and uncomfortable the rest of the night. She checked the time and then ran it over to the meeting point. When she got there, she knew she had been tricked into wearing the wrong getup. Everyone was wearing their brown shirts not green, separate set of cammies, and brown boots. Damn Kalowski. She almost wanted to smile if she wasn’t so irritated. There were already 6 or 7 men sitting on boxes inside the tent, some of them laughing when they saw her. She shrugged as if to say, “Oh well.” She looked at Kalowski with an arched brow and he grinned at her. Bastard. She might barely have enough time to change before..shit, of course she would walk in as she was turning to go. She was dressed like everyone else, a large bag in her hand, another duffel on her shoulder. Their eyes met and she saw her eyes flirt over what she was wearing. “Are you sure you’re in the right place?” Senior asked dryly. A few chuckles behind her. “Give me 2 minutes,” was all she said and started a fast jog back towards her tent. ______________________________ “Kalowski,” Julie sighed as soon as Jameson left and everyone laughed. “That’s it,” she said looking at him, meaning it. He stopped smiling and nodded, “Okay okay.” Poor girl, first lost yesterday and now embarassed. She had handled it pretty well. Didn’t make any excuses, just like before, even though it was obvious someone had put her up to it. She also liked that she hadn’t asked to go change, but just went. She showed all the qualities of not just a good follower, but a leader. Independent thinkers were rare these days. They worked as a team, but each had to function as a unit in and of themselves as well. She heard one of the guys say under his breath that she was gorgeous. She knew that bringing her along might be a distraction, but she trusted her men and she wanted to put her through the fire. Women sometimes acted differently in stressful and combat situations. She had to make sure that Jameson was as strong as advertised. They all finished packing the extra gear and Julie turned to see that Jameson had come back in and was helping the other two coremen with their packs. Their eyes met before Julie turned to grab the pack next to her and she threw it into the back of the large truck. Her mind went to the mission. It was an exercise, more of a reconaissance, but she never took anything lightly. The area they were going into was not well beaten and the little intel they had told them it was supposed to be mostly uninhabited. That also meant rougher terrain and possible attacks. They had brought more ammo than normal for an exercise mostly due to this. And 4 damn coremen. Well, at least they would be bandaged up correctly if something happened. The other two coremen were eager beavers. Both men, both gung-ho. They wore their guns with pride, happy to be part of the team. She found nothing wrong with that, but it was just so…obvious. Jameson also had a gun of course, but it was almost as if it was part of her uniform. It didn’t stand out like it did on these coremen whose eyes would go to their weapon or their hand unconsciously feeling for it. Jameson had two guns she was pretty sure. The standard assault that they all strapped on, but she also saw she had something smaller, looked like a Sig possibly attached to a clip on her hip, barely visible. Still, it didn’t seem as if she was overloaded or gunning out, it looked natural on her. Julie thought it was damn sexy. Now that she was dressed like everyone else, mingling and saying hello to everyone, she could definitely see her as part of the group. She didn’t have to try to be liked, she could tell by the smiles in her men’s eyes that they did already. Sometimes integration could take at least a few weeks. Guess they would have to see. They all piled in and started on the convoy, 40 miles outside of town near the coast. As they carefully manuevered the roads, Julie laid out the map on the makeshift board next to her and motioned Curt over, her terrain expert. They talked over the motor, mostly just signaling, both of them jotting down coordinates in their notebooks. She only told him where they had to go, not the time they had to be there in. She needed to make sure it worked for them to take certain paths before making the journey. The missions she were assigned were pretty closed door. She got her orders directly from the Admiral’s right hand man. Find, scout, recover. Sounded more like a goose chase to her, but it was her job. The truck started to slow down and soon the engine stopped. They all piled out and filled up their canteens and food boxes. Now was the hard part. She had a strange routine of waiting until she got to the drop off point to make her teams. She was always spontaneous this way, though it better that her team just adjusted immediately and not be given time to lolligag beforehand. People got lazy thinking they knew how everything should always good. She knew she could put any three teams together and they would do what needed to be done. 9 people in her squad. 4 coremen. “Pete, John, Lane and Greg, Extract.” Pete nodded, being senior he automatically became their leader. They all went to stand near him, checking their packs. “Joey, Tim, Curt, Haley and Wil, Lead.” Curt smiled, putting his hand in the air. Curt loved being lead. And he was the best at it. She could’ve put John in lead, but lately he had been a little scattered and he knew it. “The rest of you with me, Recon.” She had put two of the coreman with Curt on the off chance they ran into something before the rest of them could catch up. Pete would meet them all at the extract point 25 miles west which means they would be on their own for the first few days. She looked at her team as they came to gather closer. She kept Jameson in her team. She knew it was a risk. She knew all the other coremen were good. Hers obviously, and the other two because of their commanders who had vouched for them on the field. Jameson, she might have a good record, but she had no idea if Ümraniye Escort Bayan she really was. Something about her made her choose her. She wanted to keep her close and she wanted to see how she would do. “Tex,” Tony said as he looked down at the map with her. Julie nodded. Tex was the nickname they have given her when they had all started working with her. She didn’t mind it. Reminded her of home. Tony was her field expert and they looked at it, Jameson and Lang watching. Tony and her clicked from the moment they met. Like a brother from another mother. She thought him probably the most stand-up guy she knew. Lang was quiet, all muscle but built like a panther. Pretenatural almost in his senses. She folded the map, watching Lang strap on the radio to his sack. Jameson did something curious. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her turn to face Lang who looked at her questioningly. Jameson held out both hands, showing she had nothing in them and pointed at something hanging from his sack. He nodded and turned and she tucked in the chord and strap he had missed. No words. It was almost as if Jameson knew that Lang preferred actions to speaking. Tony had seen it too. “She’s going to do just fine,” he said quietly as they turned to watch Curt and his team move forward. “We’ll see,” Julie smiled slightly. They waited a for about 45 minutes as she surveyed the map and the surrounding land giving the first team a head startm, then started off after Curt. Julie looked back at Pete and he nodded at her, the familiar excitement in his eyes. She knew it was mirrored in hers as well. “Get ’em Tex,” Greg lifted his head. She nodded in response and they went down into the jungle, Tony taking the lead, Julie in the rear. _______________________________________ From her estimation, they had gone about 4 miles, jogging lightly through the terrain. She was behind Lang, Julie behind her. The jungle was thick with humidity, the smell, rotting foliage. If she wasn’t used to the smell, she would probably be gagging. Tony ran at a good clip, trailing the first team at a steady pace. Senior was silent behind her, but she knew she was there. For being as tall as she was, she made no noise, hit no brush, almost like she was a shadow. She was damn good. If she had sneaked up on her, she wouldn’t have known what hit her. The pace was fast, but she barely felt her breathing change, used to the heat. She ran 10 miles every day so this was no sweat. If they ran alot more, it might be. She prayed they would rest before then. Tony suddenly stopped, holding up his fist. Lang and Cara held up theirs as well and she became still. The jungle was silent. A bad sign. Suddenly they all heard gunfire up ahead of them, possibly less than a mile away. Cara immediately fell to her stomach, rolling lightly into the brush as she pulled off her weapon. Lang was to her right, crouching behind a tree. She looked slightly down and towards her feet and froze. She barely saw it, but it was there. Some soft of spring trap device. Held down by something light, a small string connecting it to another stake further away. She saw movement close to it and saw Senior, scooting slightly towards it, her eyes on the trail. She put her hand down, a slight thump and Senior looked over at her. She pointed to her eyes, down to the trap. Peterson’s eyes followed her movement and she stopped her body from moving towards it. Their eyes met and Senior nodded slightly in thanks, then got into a crouch. She waited for her signal. Senior put up two fingers, pointed towards Lang and then herself, then the brush to their left. Cara nodded, repeating it to Lang who repeated it to Tony who was next to him. Senior motioned for cover and Lang pointed one way, her the other. 5 seconds later she and Lang were across to the other side and Tony soon followed. A minute later, Senior was leading them through the underbrush quietly, Tony now taking the rear. Lang got on the radio. Static, then Wil’s voice. Sporadic, gunfire. Silence. They moved again, closer to where the gunfire had been heard. They reached a slight clearing and stopped, Senior looking at her map for a moment. She looked so calm, but her eyes were dark, anxious. She put the map back and then looked up at the embankment. They all waited. Cara wanted to move, wanted to do something, felt trapped. Still, Senior waited, her body still as death, her eyes on the hill above them. It seems like hours although it was probably more like minutes. Both Lang and Tony were faced away, on the lookout. She saw Senior’s eyes move and she looked up the embankment to see two men coming down it. Locals, semi-automatics. Cara took her gun off safety and kept her eyes trained on Senior and then on the two men. Senior pointed down and Cara and Lang got on their knees, both of them now trained on the two men, Tony still acting as a look out. Suddenly the radio sqwaked and immediately Cara put her sights on the two men, one of which started to fire in their direction. She shot one directly in the stomach and rolled towards Lang who was shooting at something behind them. Cara zeroed in on two men coming up the trail fast. She heard a loud pop and Tony groaned, falling backwards. Fuck. Her finger squeezed lightly and the second man dropped, Lang already taking out the first one. She turned to see Senior had taken out the second man on the hill and turned to Tony, searching him quickly to try and find an entrance wound. Right next to his heart. Tony was wheezing, his eyes already starting to cloud over. “Stay with me buddy,” Cara whispered. “First name…” she could see he was in pain and grabbed her kit, pulling out the pain killer, “Cara.” Tony nodded, “It’s ok. Save it…might need it for someone else,” Cara had her hand pressed deep, knew it was going to do no good as blood spilled too fast for her to stop. Tony brought her closer, “Take care of my guys, Cara. You’re a keeper, I can tell.” Cara gave him a soft smile. “You look like an angel,” he whispered, grabbing her shirt lightly, and then his smile disappeared as he let go slowly, his eyes gone. Cara closed his eyes gently, and took her hand off his wound. “Goddamnit,” Lang whispered next to her. She lifted his tags off and reached into his inside pocket, finding his letter. Lang crouched next to him and quickly started to unload him, gunfire in the distance. Good, it meant the guys were still alive. She looked down at herself. Blood everywhere on her. She turned, scanning the area. Nothing. She turned back to Senior who at first she didn’t see, but looking closer she saw that she had moved about 10 feet down and to the right. She blinked, saw what looked like blood near her shoulder. She got to her quickly, touched her lightly. Senior turned, looking back towards Tony and then to her. Cara shook her head. Senior closed her eyes briefly and then watched her as she put her hand on her shoulder. Senior winced slightly. Damn. Entrance wound. She pushed her lightly down on the ground and then got on her knees, pulling away her shirt gently by tearing it. Clean entry. She rolled her slightly over, still holding the bleeding wound from the front. No exit. She knew they didn’t have time to try to take it out here, would have to wait until dark and under cover. “Have to leave it in,” she whispered close to her ear as she disinfected and then wiped the area clean quickly. Senior clenched her jaw but nodded. Tough girl. She then put three sterile pads a thick cloth and then strapped tape on her, closing the wound in. She looked up at Lang who had thrown some of Tony’s belongings into his and Cara’s pack, seeing Senior was wounded. “Radio?” Senior asked, sitting up. Lang nodded. “Pete…need extract location. Have to find Curt.” Lang called up the radio and talked softly into it. Pete came back almost instantly, telling him to standby. Senior got into a crouch and turned towards Cara. “Thank you.” She knew she was saying thank you for Tony and her. Cara followed her eyes to the back trail. Lang put the radio on silent and then they were off and running behind Senior. They reached the top of the hill, all of them dropping. What she saw below her turned her stomach. She saw four of their guys down, all of them still, Escort Ümraniye laying at unnatural angles, blood everywhere. She saw Curt tied to a nearby tree, two men in front of him taking turns beating him with their guns. Senior and Lang both brought up their guns and Cara turned to make sure no one was behind them. “Three,” Senior said and they fired simulataneously, both men next to Curt falling. They immediately got up from their crouches and started to run down the hill. Gunfire to their left. Senior and Lang turned to return the gunfire and Cara rolled, kept moving, her eyes remaining on Curt. She reached for her knife on her side and got to Curt in two more strides, cutting the rope that tied him back fast, Curt falling into her arms. His left eye was completely swollen shut, the other one barely open. “Run, go,” he wheezed, blood coming up from his mouth. He had lacerations and bruises all over him, gun shots to both his knees and one to his gut and one too close to his lung. What a strong man. No one should even be alive after what he had been through. She pulled out her pack, and pulled out her syringe, gently pushing the drug into his veins. She held him as he clutched at her lightly, his face smoothing out as he felt the morphine kick in. “Thank you…the other men?” Cara nodded, “Everyone is okay, Curt.” Better to lie to him than let him die thinking his men were all dead. Senior had dropped next to them, her eyes taking him in. “I didn’t tell them anything,” he whispered, his lids growing heavy, his hand still holding onto Cara’s. Senior nodded, her hand touching his face lightly. “This must be heaven,” he coughed,”Two beautiful women on their knees in front of me.” Cara couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her and Curt smiled. His body jerked slightly, Cara feeling the last of the blood he could afford to lose seep through her hands. Senior bent down, taking his head in her hands, “I love you, bud.” Curt nodded, “I know,” and then he was gone. Senior sat up slowly, the anger and pain on her face making her want to reach out. Cara took his tags and letter and then put her arms under his, dragging him backwards behind the shelter of a large stack of wood. She turned to go to the other men. Lang was in front of her, about to say something when he suddenly fell forward, the pop loud. She let him fall onto her and then rolled him under her. Senior was shooting across the ledge from them. Someone they hadn’t seen. Senior got him right between his eyes. Cara looked around, and then down to Lang. He was holding his chest, blood coming out between his hands. “Shit,” Cara ground out, gently pulling his shirt back. He didn’t just have one wound, it looked like 3 or 4 bullets, his chest torn up. She pushed her hands on it, trying to stop the bleeding. Lang groaned, shaking his head. Cara felt tears come to her eyes from frustration and anger and she grabbed another pack, giving him the same pain killer, but slightly less. Lang let out a breath and then relaxed slowly. Cara quickly pulled out her packs and started to dress him as quickly as possible. If they could stop the bleeding, he might be okay. None of the hits looked vital. Senior was next to her, her gun turning slowly. She suddenly saw movement from behind one of the trucks directly behind Senior. She reached for her Sig and with one smooth movement, took off the safety and shot the man square in the chest twice. The man fell backwards against the truck and Cara put her safety back on, and the gun back in her hidden holster, her hand still on Lang. “You’re like one of those….Bad Girls.” Cara looked down at Lang’s voice and raised her eyebrow. “We have to move,” Senior said quietly. Cara nodded and looked down at Lang. She bandaged him as best she could and then looked over at the radio which was blinking. Senior saw it at the same time. She picked it up, talking softly into it. Pete with extract coordinates. 10 hours. Cara felt her heart drop. Lang wouldn’t last 10 hours. She rolled her finger to Senior and she nodded. 6 hours, but had to be more distant coordinates. Possible. Senior reached down and picked Lang up slowly, his arm going around her. Shit, she forgot about her shoulder. She quickly went to the other bodies and took their tags and letters. They made their way out of the clearing, dark already starting to settle in. Cara put Lang’s other arm around her shoulder and they walked at a fast clip through the jungle, less worried about silence. Finally after Cara knew Lang had to stop, they made camp. Lang lay down, almost immediately going into a fitful sleep. She re-bandaged him, the bleeding still strong. She then turned to Senior. She saw her rubbing her eyes tiredly and turned back to her pack. She pulled out all the things she would need, knew she had to get the bullet out or else infection could start setting in. Might already be. She knew shock was trying to seep in and she wouldn’t let it. She turned towards Senior who was pulling out her roll. She put it over Lang and then sat again, pulling off her boots to change her socks. “I need to take that bullet out,” Cara said softly, crouching in front of her. Senior let out a sigh and nodded. Cara hesitantly reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it up. Senior lifted her good arm, the other one slow to come up. “Just relax,” Cara said quietly, putting her knees on either side of her legs, straddling her, gently pulling her shirt off. Cara felt nervous all of the sudden. This was the wrong setting to feel…butterflies. Well, at least she was feeling something. She slowly sat back on Cara’s thighs, pulling off the bandage. Senior winced, groaning. It looked raw, painful, and ragged. She started to pull out the morphine and Senior shook her head. Cara nodded. Knew she didn’t want to be out of it or have clouded judgement in any way. She brought out saline and disinfectant and looked at her directly in the eye. “This is going to hurt like a bitch.” Senior let out a breath, “Do it,” her hands going to Cara’s outer thighs. She leaned down and startled Senior, taking her lip between her teeth and bit, drawing a little blood. She jerked, pulling back, her tongue going to her lip. Had to distract her. “My name’s Cara, nice to meet you.” Senior looked up at her and a slight laugh came out of her. “Julie.” Got her first name. She felt like she had just asked her for her number and won a small victory. Cara blew out a breath nodding and then doused her. Julie let out a low sound of pain as she cleaned her wound. She hoped she was thinking about her lip still, take some of the pain away. She then brought out her small light. She put it between her teeth and focused on the hole. She felt slowly around, until she felt the bullet lodged not quite an inch beneath her muscle. “Fuck,” Julie swallowed, her face paler. “I found it. Now try not to move.” Julie nodded. Cara took her sterilized tiny forceps and felt with her other hand again, then pushed the metal inside. Julie’s hands squeezed her thighs tight, her jaw clenching as she buried her head in Cara’s chest, biting at the fabric of her shirt, Cara winced, feeling her teeth get some of her skin. Cara found it almost immediately and withdrew it as gently as possibly. As much as she wanted to yank it out, she knew she could make the wound worse. She saw the head and then it came out. Not a moment too soon because her thighs were hurting like hell and she was feeling a tingling sensation in her lower back, her chest aching where she had bit her. She sterilized it again. Julie’s head still on her collarbone, her breathing fast. She took out her needle and thread. “Are you sure you don’t want…” Julie shook her head. She tried to sew her up as efficiently as possible. Sweat was pouring down Julie’s neck, her soft groans making her feel horrible. Finally she was done and she covered it with bandages, making sure to seal it tight for infection. There wasn’t anything else she could do. She put her pack down and picked up the bullet. Putting it between them. Julie’s head came up, her eyes dark with two different kinds of pain. She took the bullet and closed her palm. They looked at one another for a long moment, both of them tired and angry. “I’m glad you’re here,” Julie said softly, her breathing slowly returning to normal. “Me too.” Their eyes remained connected, both of them wanting comfort. Lang moaned and Cara bit her lip, slowly getting off of her lap. She went to Lang who was sweating, but still asleep. She saw his bandages were starting to soak through and she pulled out more.
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