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She knew she could not flee him, so she might as well trust him. He brought out a leather roll and unrolled it, exposing dozens of tiny pockets. From one of these he took out a vial. He dripped the contents on her ankle, she gasped and pulled the ankle away, but soon the pained look on her face eased and she let the leg move back to near him. The foot was twisted at an odd angle from the shin, and he knew it must be set and splinted, to heal.He hated what he was about to do, but he grabbed her calf in a iron grip and then grabbed her foot. She screamed a banshee wail that hurt his ears as he twisted the foot, feeling the bones slide and move inside. Finally, he felt it sort of pop in his hand as it went into its natural position. He stopped moving and let her go. She did not draw that leg up, and stopped screaming. She looked down at the ankle and almost smiled. Trevir looked around the clearing and found a few small branches and made for her a splint with that and some cloth cut. Trackimo3 had been in a cluster of eight little buildings and one larger one, in the middle of nowhere about three hundred yards north of the Guantanamo Bay base itself. Most likely it was there still, and Grace too.“We need to plan for what to do after we’ve got them,” he said. It was odd why he had to actually say this, but the others seemed fixated on Grace and Zara.“It’s a question,” Claude tuned in. “We need to find somewhere we can hide three aliens and ourselves, from the CIA and a Mafia drug cartel.”“The cartel only have this boat as a link to me,” reasoned Mia. “As long as we ditch it without leaving a trail they’ll be stuck.”“Okay,” grinned Paul, “so we sink this somewhere then there’s only the CIA, no worries.”“A faction of the CIA,” Mia pointed out, “not the whole organisation.”“Who is above Honeyeva?” wondered Claude. “Directing the operation. Who wants to know about the genetic engineering?”“We’ll have to ask her,” said Mia.“You mean...?”“What do you think she’s been.
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