bomber. I was standing about ten feet from her. Facing her, sir. They…picked parts of her out of my face at Walter Reed, sir.” He pointed to an odd bump on his face. “Then again, parts of her are still with me, sir. They believe it is a portion of a tooth. My wife had beautiful teeth.”
“Holy fuck, Ellington,” Brice whispered. “That wasn’t in your service report. Just that you’d been hit by an IED in Iraq.”
“That was personal rather than professional,” Ellington said with a shrug. “She essentially shielded me from the blast. I survived. She did not. It was tough, but we’d arranged to be on the same team, doing analysis of the Iraqi WMD program. She was commanding the security team. She was always…” His face tightened and he breathed hard.
“I am a Marine officer. I am versed in combat. But she was the
“Thank you, Colonel,” Pierre said. “I wish I had met her in my career. Mr. Under Secretary, a serious suggestion?”
“Yes?” Galloway said.
“I would recommend that a recording of this be downloaded to all the still in contact submarines,” Pierre said. “There is damned little, currently, to build morale. Perhaps put it together with earlier bits such as Miss Smith’s response to her father’s question about back-up plans.”
“That, Colonel, is a really sensible suggestion,” Galloway said. “Commander, can we do that bandwidth wise?”
“Not an issue, sir,” Freeman said. “And, yes, I’d agree it’s an excellent idea. It sure as hell raised
“Let’s hope her father is as heartened,” General Brice said. “I’m betting he hits the roof.”
* * *
“You okay, Faith?” Steve said, clearing the landing ladder. You couldn’t walk on the deck for all the bodies. He literally had to jump into an open ribcage to get off the ladder. When he’d gotten into contact with Sophia she’d been really noncommittal about how things were going. “Faith’s still there. No bites.” Now he knew why.
“No worries, Da,” Faith said, shrugging. She was absolutely covered in blood. “Fair dinkum scrum. Hooch handled it just fine.”
Hocieniec’s gear, while blood-splattered, was
“Trixie got a little messed up,” Faith said, reaching back to pat the teddy bear. “Trixie’s going to need a nice hot bath after this, isn’t she? Trixie says she got a little frightened but she’ll be okay. She shut her eyes during the bad parts.”
Steve had seen enough zombies dead from wounds at this point for a twenty-year career. And he knew wounds even before this apocalypse. Zombies were cut, smashed, bashed in heads, all the shot wounds had speckling around them from close or direct contact shots. Angles were
“Okay,” he said. “No worries. Thanks for holding the high ground. You need to take a breather for a bit?”
“What I need to do is ammo up,” Faith said. “But I think most of my mags are so…messed up that they sort of need to be cleaned first. And I’m down to less than one mag of Saiga.”
“Pistol?” Steve asked.
“Uh, I’m down to three rounds.”
“I think that Fontana and I will hold this position while you go wash down your gear and ammo back up. Can you keep going? Seriously?”
“Try to hold me back, Da.”
* * *
“These doors are locked,” Fontana said, pulling at the hatch. The massive construction was one of the doors to the lifeboat deck and it was positively unwilling to open. A halligan tool wasn’t going to scratch it.
“Crap,” Steve said, looking around. “That means another pass card hunt.”
“Isn’t this Chris’s boat?” Fontana said. “Does he still have his?”
“I don’t know,” Steve said, keying his radio. “Sophia, all the exterior hatches we’ve found are locked down. Call Chris and ask him if he still has his pass key or whatever for the boat. And tell him we’re probably going to need his help finding our way around. Dallas, you monitoring?”
“Tell the Coasties as soon as they get here they’re to coordinate the evacuation teams. These people are going to need wheelchairs, stretchers, something. And right now getting them off the boat is going to be a professional evolution. They’ll need to primarily provide expertise and security. We’ll clear the zones, then they can come in and get the people. Copy?”
“Roger,” Steve said. “As soon as we can get a master key or something.”
* * *
“Go ahead, Dallas,” Steve said.
“Go ahead retrans,” Steve said.
“Roger, over,” Steve said. “What can you tell us, over?”
“Buggers,” Steve muttered.
“Roger,” Steve said, looking at Fontana with a quizzical look. There’d been something in Chris’s voice.
“Take your time, Chris,” Steve said.
“Go, Paula.”