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Korm awoke in the car, but something immediately struck him as wrong, the sky seemed to be where the ground usually was, the sun was going down, or up depending on how you see it and the last thing he remembered was being knocked out in hospital.

He shifted his gaze and realised the car was on its roof, his arm hurt like hell, and the driver was not in one piece, the windscreen was broken and a section of metal fence was embedded in the seat effectively cutting the man or woman in half. Out side he could see only a few people on the street, one of them was a civilian yelling at him in Russian and the other, was Emu laying face down on the road with her leg twisted 90 degrees the wrong way.

Korm reached up with his right hand to find the seat buckle, and braced himself.

"Yup, this is going to hurt." He closed his eyes and depressed the orange seatbelt button. He instantly crashed into the floor/roof of the car and screamed in pain, writhing back and forth until it abated. The man outside had stopped yelling and disappeared from his view, maybe going for help.

Korm rolled slowly onto his right side to take the pressure off his injured left arm, and kicked out at the window.

SMASH!

It broke away like good safety glass was supposed to, raining down in thousands of small square shards, and Korm slithered out through the window into the pre-evening light. He used the broken car for support, and lifted himself up. Then he took an inventory of his jacket to see what he had. All he found was the medical pass and some fluff. He fell back to his knees and checked out the driver, who was obviously more trusted than Korm, He retrieved a Fort 12 pistol, and two clips. Then he checked the glove compartment and found a second Fort 12, which he shoved in his pocket, and a pocket knife with a 3 inch blade.

After stashing all this on his person, he stood up again with a groan, and walked over to the twisted body of Emu.

"Emu? You alive?" He slowly bent down and nudged her. She seemed like she wanted to help earlier so something must have gone wrong, if she was alive maybe she could help.

He knelt next to her body and grasped her foot, then he twisted it back into place slowly feeling for resistance in case there were any trapped nerves. Once the leg was straight he pushed on her heel and heard the ball 'pop' back into the hip joint, at which point Emu woke up.

"HOLY SHIT!" Emu rolled over and clutched at her leg. Groaning, screaming and panting, she looked like she was trying to dig the pain out. Korm stood and rushed to the boot of the car, at which point he shot the key hole and kicked the boot a few times till it fell open.

Inside he found exactly what he was looking for, a small medical kit and a large black plastic container. He ripped open the med kit and withdrew a morphine syringe, walked back over to Emu, and then jabbed it into her thigh.

The screaming stopped almost instantly, and Korm could only watch as her eyes closed. He bent placed two fingers under her neck to check her pulse, and just as he touched her skin she went into convulsions. He ripped off his shirt and stuffed it under her head, and ran back to the boot to grab the epinephrine injector. When he got back to her she was still convulsing, he jabbed the injector into her thigh and watched as the convulsions slowly abated. Apparently she was "allergic" to morphine it had sent her into anaphylactic shock.

Fifteen minutes later, Korm, the unconscious Emu, the large black container and the medical kit were inside a building two minutes walk from the crash site. Korm had broken into a unit and helped himself to some food, fireman-carrying Emu the short distance. He pushed the table and a few cupboards in front of the door and laid Emu on the bed.

After eating, drinking and checking his exits, Korm checked out his wounds. The pain in his arm had lessened to a dull throb while he was running on adrenalin, but now when he relaxed a little it came back worse than ever. He took a belt from the owners cupboard and folded it three times, then he bit into it hard and cleaned and stitched his wound. It wasn't really so bad, even though his arm was covered in blood the cut was only about a centimetre deep but it was right on top of his shoulder, all the physical activity had been pumping the blood out the hole like a pump with a broken line.

After some more rest and rehydrating himself, Korm popped the lid on the black case. Inside was a satellite phone, and an item that Korm knew they would need. A VKs / VSSK "Vychlop", a Russian made rife that fired 12.7mm bullets from a silenced shortened barrel. It fired accurately up to 600 meters, which would be fine for the close quarters battle that Korm was anticipating.

Korm flicked the aerial up on the satellite phone, and moved the rifle over to the window facing the crash site, and opened it slightly. He punched a few numbers on the phone and was connected with a familiar voice.

"Code."

"Five, Zero, Five, Five, Alpha, Kilo, Golf." Korm spoke his authorization code.

"Confirmed, 'sup?"

"I need extraction NOW! I have Emu, she's wounded, I've sustained and injury and I'm somewhere in the Ukraine. Home in on the signal from this phone and come get us." Korm was watching the crash site still, he couldn't see any civilians around, which bothered him a lot.

"Tracking now." A few seconds later Korm heard the bad news.

"Sorry man phones encrypted, find out where you are I'll come get 'ya."

"Ok don't know if this will help, I was being held in the Ivf Limited Liability Company, a Dr. Brol hinted that he knew Emu and that they were going to help me escape, I don't know what happened after that because I was drugged for the trip. I woke upside down in the car. I've armed myself and moved from the site."

"Roger that call back when you have a location. We will check the info on our side."

With that Korm snapped the aerial back in on the phone. Then his spirits dropped even further as he saw a T-84 main battle tank and 4 fully loaded Jeeps rolling over the bridge on the outskirts of town.