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from the rest of the team, fighting to subdue or kill the remaining terrorists.  They clearly didn't trust him enough to let him join the fighting downstairs.
     
    Something fell outside.  Jackson lifted his gun automatically, taking his foot away from the terrorist and advancing towards the shattered ruin that had once been the door.  There was nothing outside, even when he used the sensors on the gun to probe for invisible men.  Something had probably just been dislodged by the explosions shaking the building and had finally fallen to the ground.  He cursed his own paranoia, just before he heard a snap from behind him.  Something had just broken...
     
    He spun around in time to see the terrorist jumping to his feet and coming right at him.  Somehow, he'd broken the zip-tie holding his arms behind his back...shit, he had to be stronger than ten regular men!  Jackson had seen the cuffs when they were first introduced and they got tighter the more someone struggled.  He was still trying to raise his gun when the terrorist became a blur.  He felt more than saw a crushing blow to the side of his head...and then he plunged into darkness. 

Chapter Four
     
    “Welcome back to the land of the living,” a female voice said.  Jackson opened his eyes and saw a dark-skinned woman bending over him, pushing something against his chest.  “You took quite a nasty bump.  How are you feeling?”
     
    Jackson rubbed his aching head.  “Uncomfortable,” he said.  He hadn't been hit like that since...since he’d been taught basic unarmed combat at boot camp.  “Did you get the number of the tank that ran over me?”
     
    “I keep telling Chester that these exercises are too realistic,” the doctor said.  “It’s hard enough to patch you guys back together when you go out to fight.”
     
    Jackson sat up, feeling his head spinning.  “I’m Doctor Jones,” she added.  “If you suffer any form of problem in the next two days, come back and see me at once .  Don’t hide it, because it will spring up at the worst possible moment and cost you your life.  Do you understand me?”
     
    “Yes, Doctor,” Jackson said.  He’d never had very much patience for being mothered, even though Doctor Jones looked better than the average military doctor.  Besides, she would certainly be checked out on weapons and expected to use them if necessary.  “I’ll let you know.”
     
    “Good,” Doctor Jones said.  “Now I believe that your Sergeant is waiting for you outside...”
     
    Jackson made sure he could walk steadily before opening the door and stepping into the corridor.  Sergeant von Shrakenberg was waiting for him, one eye showing the traces of a bruise that had probably been inflicted during the training simulation.  Apart from that, he looked irritatingly healthy.  Jackson wondered if his enhanced metabolism gave him an enhanced healing factor of his own, but there was no way to know.  Each of Dr. Death’s enhanced humans had been different—and most of them had gone insane very quickly.  They were still causing trouble in the shithole the Congo had become.
     
    “Ah,” the Sergeant said, putting aside the magazine he’d been pretending to read.  “Got tired of lollygagging, have you?”
     
    Jackson resisted the temptation to say something that would probably get his ass kicked out of the military.  “I only just woke up, Sergeant,” he said.  Something clicked in his mind.  “You set me up, didn't you?”
     
    “Of course,” von Shrakenberg said.  He didn't sound apologetic.  “You have to understand, you have to really feel what it’s like to take on a superhuman.  Without that, you get lazy and then you make mistakes.”
     
    They walked out into the bright sunlight and across to the barracks.  “Doctor Jones is one of the few experts in superhuman psychology on this planet,” he added, as they walked.  “Her other speciality is trauma medicine, so if you get seriously