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used to women looking at my ass.”
    “That’s ’cause you’re
all
ass, dipshit.” Sarge looked back at Livingston. “Let’s get ’em rounded up. We need to kick this off as soon as we can.”
    Ian stuck his head back in the tent. Livingston immediately told him to go find Jamie and the others he wanted on the mission. Ian nodded and waved for Ted and Mike to follow him.
     • • • 
    Doc walked out of the tent and made his way to the CP. Sarge and the officers were standing out front. “Hey, Captain, who’s responsible for hygiene around here?” Doc called out.
    Sheffield looked at Livingston. “Sergeant Harmon was pressed into service for that duty.”
    “Where is he?”
    Livingston stuck his head back in the tent and told a corporal there to go find him. “He’ll be around shortly. What’s up?”
    “Those two have dysentery. I want to see the latrines and where you’re getting water from, how it’s treated and whatnot. Are the civilians running their side of camp any differently?”
    “No, we all use the same SOP for camp hygiene.”
    “Hmph. Well, let’s try and fix the issues. I’d prefer if you keep it to just two cases.”
    “I agree, we’ll be swimming in a sea of shit if it spreads,” Sheffield said. “What’s the treatment for them?”
    “They aren’t in too bad a shape. They need plenty of clean water, and if you’ve got any Gatorade or anything similar, it would help.”
    “We have some of the powdered stuff,” Livingston replied.
    “That’s good, we’ll water it down. It will help them replace salts and whatnot.”
    “Doc, Mike, and Ted are going to go do a recon of the camp. I’d like you to stay behind and try and get this issue under control,” Sarge said.
    “No problem, Sarge,” Doc replied.
    A tired-looking black man in his late thirties walked up. “You need me, Lieutenant?”
    “Harmon, Doc here said two of our people have dysentery. He wants to see the latrines and some other stuff. Show him whatever he asks to see.”
    “Not a problem. Glad to have someone around who knows what they’re doing,” Harmon replied. “Come on, Doc, I’ll show you around.”
     • • • 
    Ian led the way through the camp, giving the guys the rundown on Jamie. “You guys will like her, she’s funny as hell”—he waggled his eyebrows up and down—“and not bad on the eyes either. She’s the best shot in the unit. She’s also a really good tracker.”
    “Sounds like my kinda woman,” Mike said with a grin.
    Ian laughed. “She’ll eat you for lunch, dude. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    On the far eastern edge of the camp they came to a sandbagged bunker. Ian called out as they approached it, “Hey, Jamie, you in there?”
    A petite brunette stepped out of the entrance. She looked dwarfed by all the body armor and the PASGT helmet on her head.
    “Wha’daya want, Ian?”
    “You’ve been volunteered for a mission. Come with us.”
    “Who are they?” she asked, jutting her chin in Mike and Ted’s direction. Mike immediately noticed her brilliant green eyes.
    “Your new best friends. Grab your stuff, come on.”
    She paused for a moment, not sure whether to believe Ian or not. He was notorious for playing jokes. Stepping back inside, she quickly reemerged with a pack slung over her shoulder. “Where are we going?”
    “For a walk in the woods.”
    Mike stuck out his hand, which she shook. “I’m Mike, and this is Ted. We’re going to go take a look at the FEMA camp at the old bombing range.”
    “Sounds like fun! Is it just us?”
    “We need one more person. I was thinking of getting Perez,” Ian replied.
    Jamie nodded her head. “Grumpy ole fucker would probably like a trip out of here.”
    “Can you go find him and meet us at the CP?”
    “Yeah, I’ll round him up.” She jogged off.
    Ian, Ted, and Mike headed back to the CP. “Dude, she is hot as hell,” Mike said.
    Ian laughed. “Tell me about it. She’s a tough chick too, redneck