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to the men for them to join her. The wall opened by sliding into itself, like pocket doors. On the other side was a barracks with three sets of bunk beds.
    “I’m sorry I can’t offer you better accommodations, but this is as good as I have. You can get some sleep, and someone will be here by morning to make sure you get home safely.” She turned and eyed the distance to the couch, before swaying to the comfortable space. She didn’t lie down as much as she fell down onto the cushions. She was asleep before Fielding touched her wrist to check her pulse. The cat hopped up onto the back of the couch and hissed at him when he tried to move her into a more comfortable position. “Oh for crying out loud, cat, I’m not hurting her, she needs to be moved onto her back and propped up in case she… What the fuck, now I’m talking to a damn cat.” He shook his head and looked back to Liam, “Hey, bossman, I need some help here.”
    They ended up moving her to the end of the sectional where they’d discovered it had a reclining feature earlier while watching football. Fielding was checking the bandaging job she’d done before her shower and saw the wet mess of her wounds. The clear bandage was not meant for injuries such as hers, so he found her cache of medical supplies in the bathroom cupboard and re-bandaged her wounds. His medical pack was still lying by the door and Liam handed it to him so he could give her another shot of the antibiotics and the last of the pain meds. “I’m relatively sure she won’t get up and run around again this time. Her body is in safe mode. I’ve seen men our size do the same thing she just did after they’d been given enough pain medication to put a normal person in a coma for at least twelve hours. When they sense danger, they’re on adrenalin high. Once the danger has passed, they shut down completely. The good news is, she must feel safe. The bad news is, if she spikes another fever, we’re screwed. I just gave her the last of the antibiotic I brought with me.”
    Liam was still struggling with his ego problem. In his family the women depended on the men, not the other way around. The sight of the woman with that gun pointed at him had also confused the hell out of him because his cock came awake in a hurry when she stood there threatening him. What she’d done made him feel as if he had hidden behind her skirts when there was danger, and that didn’t settle well with him at all. Neither Fielding nor Reynolds seemed to have a problem with it. Reynolds could be excused, his ex-wife was CIA. She became an ex when she packed her shit and moved in with a fellow agent.
    He must have slept for an hour or two, because the sound of the door opening and rapid footsteps could be heard coming toward his spot on the couch caused him to sit up, still half asleep. The sight of General Thomas Hurrell flanked by four others with varied ranks on their shoulders told him he was about to get his answers. His outstretched hand was ignored, as the General took a straight line to where Mackie was. The last man shook his hand and introduced himself. “How do you do, Mr. Klinger? I am Lieutenant Charles Ishmeal. I will be facilitating your trip home. If you and your men will come with me, I can get you home by lunch.” The man stood there in front of him expecting his compliance with no explanation?
    “It’s nice to meet you, Lieutenant, but I would appreciate some sort of explanation over this. My life and that of my men has been in danger. We’re whisked into a secret bunker, and are privileged to watch a real life video game, played by a woman with a fetish for guns and violence. I think we deserve some answers, don’t you?”
    Liam thought he had the moral high ground here. His mistake was letting his arrogance get in the way of his common sense. No one told these men what to do, unless you wore more stars than they did. He hadn’t taken that into account when he’d tried to throw his