Part 10 (1/2)

”Look, they'll be here within a few minutes,” Drake said. ”We'll be out in no time.”

”I hope for his sake you're right,” the pilot said. ”I'm not sure how badly he is busted up. He's been out cold for awhile now. I haven't been able to check up on him. I can't put any pressure on my leg.”

Drake moved over to the co-pilot and checked his pulse. ”Strong heart beat. Nice and steady.”

”So why did they send you guys anyways?” the pilot asked.

”Just as a precaution. Make sure none of the people here tried to hurt you or take you hostage or anything. We're pretty lucky that this area seems to be empty at the moment.”

”Yeah. When we did our fly over it looked like there was town meeting on the other side of the slum.”

”Town meeting?”

”Yeah, that's what it looked like from the air. Of course, that's not what it was. It was the riots.”

”The refugees are angry,” I said. ”They're fed up. Everything that's going on. The virus. The testing. It's pushed them over the edge.”

”Yeah, that's an understatement,” the pilot agreed. ”Hey, can you check up there?” he said pointing to an overhead storage compartment. ”There might be a first aid kit in there. Might have some pain killers.”

Drake retrieved the first aid kit from the storage container. He opened it up and found some morphine.

Drake prepared a shot and injected it into the arm of the pilot. A few minutes later he was asleep.

”What now?” I asked.

”We need to get to a vantage point,” Drake answered. ”So we can see what's going on. We need to be able to see people coming from a distance. It's no good being down here on the ground floor. We can't see a d.a.m.n thing.”

The chopper had crashed into a heavy duty s.h.i.+pping container. The ma.s.sive container had been converted into a home. By the looks of it, I'm guessing more than one family lived in it.

”Up there.” Drake said. ”We'll have a good view of the surrounding area.”

We positioned ourselves on top of the container. From our vantage point we could see the entire slum. At the very far end we could see a few wisps of black smoke floating up into the air.

The riots.

Thankfully they were still a fair way off. At least a few miles.

Drake and I settled in. He was up one end and I was down the other. We got into position and prepared ourselves to play the waiting game.

Before we left base, they stressed to us that it was important we monitor this section and the surrounding lane ways with the utmost vigilance.

We had to hold this position. If at any point we became overrun, we were to radio for back up, immediately.

So once again we played the waiting game. Drake called up command a couple of times to see what the ETA was on the evac. But the medical chopper was still out at an isolated area of the military testing site.

We had to wait it out.

And wait.

And wait some more.

The sun set and the stars came out. The night sky was stunning. Out here, where there are barely any lights, and no electricity, the stars look amazing. Endless. You can actually see the spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy.

I've seen so many shooting stars streaking across the night sky, I've lost count.

Drake has climbed down and checked on the pilots a couple of times.

Apparently they're in bad shape. The Pilot is s.h.i.+vering. He had gone into shock. Can't blame him. He had freakin bone sticking out of his leg. I feel sick just thinking about it. The co-pilot was still unconscious.

Luckily it's been ridiculously quiet for the whole afternoon. And so far into the night.

I mean, it's quiet enough so I can write all this down. So yeah it's quiet.

Drake tells me I look like s.h.i.+t. Tells me to get some rest. I begin to argue but he tells me he knows that I haven't been sleeping. He tells me to get a few hours. He's got a bad feeling we're going to be here all night. He said he'll wake me if he needs me.

Again, I begin to protest. But he's right. If I don't get some sleep soon, I'm going to crash and burn.

So I'm going to sleep on top of a s.h.i.+pping container, in a shanty town in the middle of the Australian outback. Never thought I'd write those words.

Never thought I'd get to sleep in the desert, watching the stars go by. Watching the galaxy go by.

Left behind.

I woke to gun fire. That's the first thing I remember. I was still half-asleep when I heard the shots. My brain didn't understand what was going on. I was totally confused. I had no idea where I was. The fact that it was still dark didn't help matters either. There was no moon. Not even any stars. Hidden by cloud cover I a.s.sumed.

It's weird. Now that I look back on it, everything seems like a dream.

I tried to sit up. My back twinged in pain due to sleeping on the hard metal surface of the s.h.i.+pping container. I must've been out for a couple hours at least.

Unfortunately I didn't feel very rested.

More gunshots. Closer this time.

Drake was on the far side of the s.h.i.+pping container. He had his night vision goggles on. Checking the chopper, checking the surrounding area.

He was on the radio to Command asking if any soldiers or friendlies were in our section.

I a.s.sumed the answer was no, because the next words out of Drakes mouth were, ”Then who the h.e.l.l is shooting at us?”

The gunshots were sporadic. Out of control.

Whoever was shooting wasn't shooting at us. How would they even know we were here? But just then a barrage of bullets smashed into the side of the s.h.i.+pping container. The noise scared the h.e.l.l out of me.

The night had been so quiet and peaceful when I'd fallen asleep. Now it was alive with gunfire and something else. Other noises filled the darkness. I could hear people shouting. Screaming. Howling.

My mind flashed back to the horse carca.s.s we found at the entry to the opal mine. The wild dogs. It had to have been wild dogs, right?

Then from the far side of the shanty town, we could see flames. Another fire had broken out.

Was this one controlled? Was this one deliberately lit like the other night? Or had the refugees done this?