Waking up slowly from the induced coma, Vera looked over at the bed next to her. In it was a slightly seedy man who looked vaguely familiar.
Struggling to remember the briefing the day before through the haze of drugs, Vera finally came up with a name, ‘Grimstead’, she thought, ‘extraction target. Works for InterSol™’.
Squinting in the harsh, actinic light of the grow tubes, Vera glanced down at her right arm, lying on the covers. Almost half of it was covered in the bluegreen BioMoss the Docs favored on Glisten. Glancing around the room, she spotted a male nurse. Her vision slowly coming into better focus, she could make out an ImpNavy Corpsmans stripe on his sleeve. ‘Thank the stars, we’re not in enemy hands!’
Slowly memory returned, first the briefing, then the combat. ’I’ve got to see if the others made it. That was one of the finest teams I’ve ever been part of…’
Speaking out loud for the first time since waking, Vera called out. “Hey, sawbones. Got any idea where the rest of my team is?”
Before the medic could answer, a pained groan came from the bed next to her. Turning, Vera snapped, “Stop groaning, you wimp. I’m trying to find out where my men are…?”