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.And fuck the Conservation of Medical Resources Directive.Hewas treating an enemy soldier because he d been a friendly under fire. 18% Gray 249And because Laslo liked saying fuck the rules sometimes.It tended toget him promoted.Wait, that last promotion had sucked.He d been bound to a deskever since.Laslo readjusted his personal goal to demotion.Logan was big and rangy, with freckles everywhere, at least onhis face, arms, and chest, since Laslo hadn t found a reason to cut hispants off him, yet.He d had to hook him up to the field automatedexternal defibrillator according to procedure, so that had taken care ofhis shirt.Or what was left of it after Laslo had immobilized Logan sneck with the cervical-field that held his head still.Logan had sort of soft, brown-red hair, cropped tight, but not ajarhead cut.It almost matched the freckles.And his eyes were thisstrange dark hazel that Laslo didn t think he d ever seen.At least itlooked that way in the wand light with his NV lenses on.Not the kind of guy Laslo was usually interested in.But Laslowanted to see the guy move all those military-honed muscles, wantedto see how much Logan loomed over him when he stood up, and howhot he looked lying under him, giving it up for him.Ah, the smell of lust on the battlefield.Warmed the cockles of agay trooper s heart, didn t it? What was hotter than finding a big, sexyenemy combatant and taking him home to play with?Maybe grinding your ass into the enemy s hard cock while hewrithed on the dance floor behind you, plastered to you from head totoe? That could be hotter.Mostly Laslo was thinking these things as a distraction, becausehe knew the shit was about to hit the fan.Recon from the drone-botkept telling him there was a team on the way from Brownlee Station.On foot, of course.He bet that just bunched their panties. Lance Corporal, Laslo commed Jude on the Brain-link. I mshutting down my drone feed.Keep me updated. It would just annoyand distract him, and half the skimmer was getting the same info.Judecould relay.He already had to relay to the half of the team that didn thave Brain-links.You had to be at least an NCO to get one.And QESAdidn t have the resources to put them in their agents. 250 Anne TeninoLaslo looked up from administering a stim-narco cocktail and sawLogan s eyes clearing a little more, then latching on to Dyson withinterest.He tried to push aside the stab of annoyance that caused. Weren t you here before? Like when I, uh&. He seemed to getlost. When you set off the disruptor-frag? Dyson asked, smilingdown at him.That little fucker was always smiling.With those fuckingcute dimples he inherited from his dad.Slutty little flirt.They were on abattlefield, here! Yeah.That. Yeah.What happened to you? Don know.Big ball of light, flew through the air, hit my backon something.Seems okay, though.Can t feel it, anyway. Laslo froze.Shit.Fucking shit.He flicked a look up to Dyson.The kid hadn t caught that.He looked down at Logan s restless armsand still legs.Then up at the boulder he was lying in front of.Fuck.Nine hundred meters, Major.You have less than ten.Jude s voice floated in his aural net. How fast can Bollinger get back here? He got the long-clickback.Standby.Three minutes, sir. Okay, need him with a package. Laslo turned to Dyson. Goback and take the remote up when Bollinger comes down.Move,Dyson, he said when he knew the kid was going to argue.He used hisolder-brother voice, which had more effect on Dy than his commandvoice.Mom would fucking kill him if something happened to her baby.Or worse, she d turn him over to Gramma Anais.Laslo shuddered. S wrong? Logan asked blearily. Some of your friends are moving in, bud. Logan s momentary confusion cleared up while Laslo moveddown to his feet. Not my friends, he said, sounding like a stubborneight-year-old. Logan, can you move your feet for me? 18% Gray 251 Yeah. Long pause. Can you help me find em? Right here, bud. Laslo tapped on Logan s boot with his hand. Huh? Where? Logan was trying to lift his head off the ground,straining his neck to see Laslo, but the c-field held him in place.Laslo used the butt of his rifle and tapped harder. Here. Can see you, but&. He looked confused as hell. Not a problem.We ll get it worked out, buddy. If Logan knewhim at all he d realize how bad things must be for Laslo to call him buddy. Slowly, Laslo moved up Logan s legs, tapping.He found a sharpobject in his u-vest and started poking through Logan s armor-camoswith it.Nothing.Shit.Bollinger came up with the extendable board.The lift must beback at the skimmer. Bad? Bollinger was a man of few words.With few syllables. Yeah.Spine, I think
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