บท 118: Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

As they rose high in the sky, he checked his man. One gunshot in the leg. Damn it all to hell. He thought grimly and glared at the young lady huddled in the far seat. There were things worth getting shot for, but saving someone like her wasn't one of them.

The other team members had already started emergency first aid. Asher moved back to give them room. He picked up a headset and motioned for Kimberly to do the same.

"I need to get my man to a doctor" he told her, speaking into the attached microphone.

Her gaze moved from him to Paul then back to him. "Of course" she said. "I can stay with you at the hospital"

There was no point telling her that they weren't going to a hospital. Public health facilities required too much paper work, and the staff would have too many questions. Asher had his own state of the art medical center with trained specialists —all former students military doctors —on call.