The Genesis Plague - Michael Byrnes [86]
‘I heard he got up in your face in the tent.’
‘Certainly did. That boy has a problem with authority.’
With finesse, Richards asked, ‘Not to disrespect you, sir, but shouldn’t we be moving Al-Zahrani out of here? I mean, it’s not exactly safe—’
Crawford’s eyes drilled into him. ‘Don’t you worry, Richards. Everything is under control. I know you’re scared of the dark, but the sun will up before you know it.’
‘Yes, sir.’
Yaeger had jumped off the line and was making his way over. ‘Just fucking dandy,’ Crawford moaned.
Staff Sergeant Richards wisely left the scene as Jason squared up with Crawford.
‘Hazo tells me you weren’t able to get anything out of Al-Zahrani,’ Jason said.
‘That’s right,’ Crawford confirmed. ‘Not that it’s any surprise. Doesn’t need to be deaf to keep his mouth shut.’
‘I suppose.’
‘Find anything interesting while you were poking around in there?’
‘Plenty,’ Jason replied with defiant eyes. ‘But something tells me it wouldn’t be news to you.’
‘Is that so?’
‘Call it instinct.’
Crawford stood his ground. ‘I call it a loaded accusation, Yaeger. And one should be very careful jumping to rash conclusions. Could get one in a world of trouble.’
‘I agree. Just like I’ve already concluded that you didn’t call for backup. Isn’t that right?’ He crossed his arms over his chest.
Crawford grinned smugly. ‘That’s my call to make, not yours,’ he reminded him. Except this time, he was sure to provide a plausible rationale: ‘As soon as that tunnel is clear, shouldn’t take long to pull those other ragheads out. Then we’ll be on our way. I’m guessing it might take another hour or so. About the same time it would take for a support platoon to get here. Besides, my men have been monitoring the airwaves and haven’t heard a peep.’
‘An hour?’ Jason repeated. ‘We don’t even know what’s behind those rocks. So how can you be so sure it won’t take a lot longer?’
‘Call it instinct. And let’s face it, Yaeger,’ he said with forced diplomacy, ‘if there were miles of tunnel behind that rubble, Al-Zahrani wouldn’t have been heading for the front door. We’re close to extracting these sons of bitches and you know it. You’ve done your part, now let me do mine.’
Jason studied Crawford for a few seconds. Something wasn’t right. ‘One hour,’ he said.
Crawford nodded. ‘If we’re not done by then, you can make the call yourself. Call in the entire brigade for all I care.’
49
Frozen to the spot, Lance Corporal Jeremy Levin stared at the test strip for five seconds, then over to Fahim Al-Zahrani. If Al-Zahrani was infected by a biological contagion and it wasn’t influenza, identifying it might prove beyond the scope of his capabilities in the field. Back home, he’d refer this patient to an infectious-disease specialist, or the emergency room at Sinai-Grace Hospital. Here neither alternative was an option.
Suddenly, Al-Zahrani vomited all over himself, the tent instantly filling with a putrid smell. The two marines standing guard close to him immediately backed away.
‘Jesus, Doc,’ the first marine said. ‘What the hell’s wrong with this guy? It’s like he’s dying or something.’
The second marine cringed while craning his head to get a better look at what came up from Al-Zahrani’s stomach. ‘Not sure what he ate last, but there’s an awful lot of blood in there. That can’t be good.’
Overwhelmed, Levin didn’t respond. Could this really be happening?
‘Doc? You all right?’ the first marine asked.
‘I … I’m okay.’ But this was a complete lie. If such a high profile captive died under his watch, there’d be hell to pay.
‘Aren’t you going to give him some drugs or something?’
‘I already did.’ He hesitated. ‘I’m just not quite sure what’s wrong with him.’
‘Crawford probably poisoned him,’ the second marine said, deadly serious. ‘Doesn’t want those contractors to get paid.’
The second marine pointed his chin at the oozing wound on Al-Zahrani’s hand. ‘Hey, how about this: maybe he got bit by a snake? I’ve heard there’re some really nasty vipers in these mountains. I think I might have seen one of