Chapter 15

They hadn’t revisited the awkward conversation from the shower but Kurt noticed that Mike didn’t seem unduly weirded out by casual touches to help him walk. They’d spent a couple of hours thrashing through the information they’d acquired. The primary goal was to present the most critical pieces of Intel to the command as soon as possible when they were picked up.

Kurt glanced at his watch: 2:30 A.M. Lying in bed beside Mike, listening to the outside traffic sounds, he tried to work out how he was going to get Michael to the actual pick up point. The most probable places were at least an hour outside Hawija and could be even farther. With as much ISIS activity was going on in the city, it would be tempting fate to land a helo too close in for just a pickup.

Beside him, Mike shifted in the darkness, and made a faint sound of discomfort.

“You okay?” Kurt asked softly.

“The God awful headache is trying for round twenty-eight.”

“Oh. I think it’s too soon for more meds.”