Cherub: New Guard Part 20

As Kyle knelt down and unzipped the medical kit, Bruce leaned over Kerry and gently flipped up her visor.

'Is she breathing?' James asked desperately, as he tried to stand up.

'Sit,' Lauren ordered.

Kyle had found a big battery-powered lantern in the medical case and Bruce was delighted to see Kerry's eyelids squeeze as the light hit.

'Kerry, can you hear me?' Bruce asked.

'Yeah,' Kerry moaned.

'She's dazed but conscious,' Bruce shouted, as the Land Cruiser arrived at the other end of the strip. Alfie and Ning had also run all the way from the main strip. Only Tovah stayed back, because the twins were still up in the air.

'She's in a lot of pain,' Lauren said. 'You got oxygen in that case, Kyle?'

As Kyle prepared an oxygen mask and Bruce asked Kerry if she could feel her fingers and toes to make sure that she didn't have a spinal injury, Lauren clambered in the back of the tub and removed James' Styrofoam seat. They'd all been trained in a.s.sembling and disa.s.sembling the microlight planes and Lauren reached for a catch that would let Kerry's seat slide loose.

'Shall I free it?' Lauren yelled, as James disobeyed orders and stood up to watch.

Bruce squeezed Kerry's trembling hand, as Kyle gave her a few breaths of oxygen.

'It really hurts,' Kerry sobbed. 'I'm sorry I messed up.'

Bruce smiled. 'Don't be daft. Lauren's going to release your seat. You let me know if you want to stop, OK?'

As Capstick and McEwen ran in holding a stretcher, Lauren hit the catch. Kerry's legs were crushed inside the nose and Lauren was shocked as the seat shot back, catching her forefinger in a plastic seat runner.

's.h.i.t,' Lauren shouted, grasping a pair of b.l.o.o.d.y fingers as she scrambled out of the tub.

While Ning rushed across to help Lauren, Kerry moaned gently as Bruce and Kyle raised her out of the tub and lowered her on to a padded stretcher. Capstick was a trained medic and he took control.

Once Kerry's helmet and boots were gently removed and an oxygen mask fitted, Capstick asked where it hurt.

'Cracked ribs I think,' Kerry said. 'And my right knee.'

Capstick took a pair of scissors and sliced Kerry's sodden flight suit from ankle to thigh. A couple of people gasped when they saw a gory mess around a badly displaced kneecap.

'I don't understand,' Capstick said, as he eyed a piece of black metal protruding from underneath the kneecap. 'Her suit wasn't punctured.'

Bruce shook his head. 'She injured her knee when she was ten,' he explained. 'They put metal pins in the joint. I guess they ruptured in the crash.'

Kerry craned her head up to look, and felt queasy seeing all the blood. 'I'm sorry I crashed,' she told everyone.

With Lauren busy getting her cut finger dealt with, James was free to move across and take Kerry's hand.

'You'll be OK,' James said, smiling slightly.

'No I b.l.o.o.d.y won't,' Kerry said indignantly, but she squeezed James' hand at the same time. 'Mission's in two days.'

'Everyone back off,' Capstick said indignantly, as he realised that Kerry was now encircled by people gawping at her wound. 'Kyle, see if there's something in that med case we can give Kerry for the pain. Bruce, you call Gibraltar coastguard. Tell them to send the nearest chopper for a medevac.'

31. MEDICAL.

It was sunrise as James stepped out of a motor launch, wearing the bottom half of a flight suit, a baby-blue hospital-issue T-shirt and a precautionary foam neck brace. After thanking his Spanish captain, James yawned for a night's lost sleep as he strode up a gentle hill.

He sighted Tovah on her morning run, but she was beyond shouting distance. Everyone else was apparently sleeping off the drama of the night before. Too agitated to sleep, James stepped into the hostel's admin building. The bloodstained stretcher Kerry had been carried on and the medical pack had been abandoned just inside the door. He crossed to a large, slightly shabby office which he'd been using to plan the upcoming mission with Tovah.

A big map of northern Syria and its four-hundred-kilometre land border with Turkey was spread across two desks pushed together. Stickers had been applied, showing IS-controlled oil wells and green dots indicating possible locations of the two kidnapped oil technicians, based upon electronic chatter picked up by the UKUS-controlled Echelon electronic communication monitoring system.

But James was more concerned with his girl than his mission. He flipped his laptop open and placed a video call to the British military's medical emergency centre, which was based at RAF Northolt, west of London. He was pleased to recognise the duty lieutenant he'd spoken to several times overnight.

'What's the news?' James asked.

The lieutenant tapped at a keyboard for a few seconds. 'Patient Chang landed at 0607 hours. Taken under sedation to the Harlow military hospital where she's scheduled for surgery at 1100.'

'Great,' James said. 'Did you get all the scans and X-rays from the Spanish hospital?'

The lieutenant made a few more keyboard taps. 'Imaging's all here, along with some very detailed notes. Much better than you'd get from a British doctor.'

'Good stuff,' James said. 'What about her ward and stuff, so I can contact her, or send flowers after the op?'

'That will be a.s.signed after surgery. If it comes through before my shift ends, I'll email you the details.'

'Fab,' James said, stifling a yawn as he hung up.

He spun his office chair and looked at the map, wondering how they could reconfigure the mission to deal with the loss of Kerry. But Tovah was a former Israeli commando and microlight aviation expert, and Capstick was ex-Australian special forces. So while James was officially in charge of the rescue mission, he'd taken their advice at every stage and decided to set up a meeting with the pair after breakfast.

Missing a night's sleep was never a good thing, but based on past experience James found staying awake and toughing it out for a day a better option than sleeping half the day and throwing out his body clock. And if he was going to stay awake, he'd need caffeine.

There was a filter coffee maker in a staff lounge across the hall, but as James was about to step out, he heard a grunt and a sound like stuff falling off a table in the next office along. Since all the hostel buildings were dilapidated, he thought maybe a rat or fox had found a way inside. But the moan he heard next was entirely human and he leaned into the hallway to investigate.

The door of the next office was pushed shut, but the gla.s.s in the top half was only lightly frosted and James could see the outline of a couple kissing. Both about the same height, girl with long black hair.

'Mmm,' Bruce moaned, as he kissed the girl's neck.

James was intrigued. She was too tall for Tovah, the caretaker's wife was sixty and had grey hair and the female training a.s.sistant was practically a skinhead.

'Aww, s.h.i.t,' the girl gasped.

James gasped too when he realised it was Ning.

'What happened?' Bruce asked anxiously.

'Your watch strap caught in my hair,' Ning said. 'It's fine.'

'Sorry,' Bruce said, as Ning started kissing him again.

James was torn. On one hand, Bruce was his mate, Bruce was a decent guy and he never seemed to have much luck with women. On the other, Bruce had been teaching martial arts on campus, which meant he was CHERUB staff, and since Ning was seventeen and an agent, this broke all kinds of rules.

James watched as Ning backed up and sat on a desk in the middle of the room. Bruce leaned over, kissing her, while running a hand through her hair. James wondered if Bruce would kick his a.s.s if he burst in and told him to stop.

'I don't mind,' Ning said soothingly, as she clenched Bruce's b.u.m. 'I want you to. I'm seventeen. I'm not a kid.'

Bruce backed off, running a tense hand over his face.

'I want to know what it's like,' Ning begged. 'I want you to be the one.'

Bruce sounded frustrated. 'It's not that I don't want to,' he said. 'But staff and agents is a big no. I shouldn't even be kissing you.'

'Temporary staff,' Ning said. 'You're going back to Thailand straight after this mission. Which isn't even a CHERUB mission.'

'Temporary staff is still staff,' Bruce noted sadly.

Ning seemed a bit upset, but then stood up and gave Bruce a kiss. 'Trust me to fall for the only guy on campus who wants to keep his d.i.c.k in his pants.'

'It's not that I don't want to,' Bruce said. 'You're smoking hot.'

Ning laughed as Bruce held her wrist and looked into her eyes.

'You'll leave CHERUB early next year,' Bruce said. 'I'll sort you a job in Thailand and then we can be together without breaking any rules.'

'I'm gonna miss you so much when you leave,' Ning said. 'I could quit CHERUB.'

'You're still not eighteen,' Bruce reminded her. 'And besides, what's the rush? You've got the rest of your life to not be a CHERUB agent.'

'We'll have to Skype.'

'Every day,' Bruce agreed. 'I'm not going anywhere. I really like you.'

Ning smiled coyly. 'Since you're still refusing to deflower me, I suppose I could go for some breakfast.'

'We'd better not be seen together,' Bruce said. 'I've already had a few sly comments from the twins about the chemistry between us. You head off first.'

James ducked back into his office as Ning made a swift exit. As soon as she was out of sight, James stuck his head around the frosted gla.s.s door and found Bruce picking up the stuff he'd knocked off the table.

'Caught you!' James shouted.

'What do you mean?' Bruce blurted, shooting upright and looking mortified.

James smiled. 'Mate, I'm b.l.o.o.d.y impressed that you took the moral high ground.'

'Rules are there to protect kids from abuse by adults,' Bruce sighed. 'My pre-CHERUB years were no bed of roses, so I respect them.'

'Fair play,' James said.

'Are you gonna tell on us?' Bruce asked. 'I think technically, my employment contract with CHERUB expired when I flew here and signed up for an off-the-books mission.'

'Nah,' James said. 'You're one of my best mates and one of the nicest guys I know. Ning has worked as my a.s.sistant in mission control. She's clever, funny and I totally get why you like her. Plus, you're both nuts about beating people up. So basically, it's a match made in heaven.'

'Six-year age gap,' Bruce said, smiling awkwardly. 'You won't be the only one who calls me a cradle s.n.a.t.c.her.'

'Screw the lot of 'em,' James said, smirking. 'I'll come visit you in Thailand when you're all settled down with four kickboxing brats and a family dojo.'

32. WEIGHT.

James tried to stay awake by keeping himself occupied. n.o.body else was around to clean up, so he went into the little sick bay in the admin building and restocked the medical pack. Thoughts turned to Kerry as he sc.r.a.ped her dried blood from the stretcher and nuked it with bleach spray, before setting it to rest against a wall. It was a quarter to eleven, so she was probably getting wheeled into surgery back in the UK.

Before heading out, James sighted a set of scales under a sickbed. He hooked them out with his foot and stepped on. 74.5 kilograms clothed was comfortably inside the target he needed to fly, so he allowed himself a slight grin as he crossed the hallway to the planning office.

Capstick sat at a computer, scanning through a fifty-page Echelon chatter report. Tovah had her feet up on the map table, playing Monument Valley on her Galaxy Note.

'So, what's the verdict?' James asked. 'Are we good to go without Kerry?'

Tovah sat straight as she spoke. 'Sickness or injury were always possible, which is why we built redundancy into our plans. Six is better than five, but we'll be OK, as long as we don't lose anyone else.'

James looked at Capstick. 'McEwen weighs over seventy-five kg, but you'd be OK.'

Capstick smiled and shook his head. 'Did my share when I was in Aussie SAS. I've got three young kids and a wife who'd flip if she found out I'd gone on a mission in Syria. And you're not poaching my a.s.sistants either. I've got twelve kids starting basic training in three days, and we're way behind with the prep work because we've been out here helping you lot.'

'You don't have to tell your wife,' Tovah pointed out, making Capstick shake his head and laugh.

'Done enough death-defying stuff for one lifetime,' he said firmly.

'Fair enough,' James smirked. 'So what's our configuration?'

Tovah looked serious. 'We'll go in with four planes, plus a spare for emergency. Kerry wasn't topping the flight rankings so the pilot roster stays the same. I'll pilot, obviously. Lauren tops the pilot training ranking by some distance, so she'll pilot, as will you and Bruce. Kyle as first backup, which means we now have three empty seats for our two hostages. The other thing to bear in mind is, at the range we're flying, the microlights can take a maximum of one-fifty kilos for two pa.s.sengers. Yuen and Sachs are big fellows, so one will fly with me since I'm lightest. Since you're heaviest, James, you'll now fly back with an empty seat.'

James scowled. 'So all that dieting was for nothing?'

Tovah laughed. 'Kerry told me you've got a six-pack for the first time in years.'

'b.l.o.o.d.y watermelon!' James moaned. 'I never want to see another slice ...'