"Lee, Rachel - Lost Warriors" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lee Rachel)Wendy's job would involve a lot more than nursing. Not only would she head
up the team, but she would be responsible for training volunteers, organizing them and soliciting donations for the unit. A little of everything. The first thing Yuma did was hand her a pager. " " Don't let it out of your sight," he said. " You're on call all the time unless you arrange something else first. " She nodded and hooked the small box to the inside of her pocket. That had been the first thing the hiring committee had warned her about. It was the primary reason Steve Wohler had left after only a year. Yuma wore a pager, too, she noticed. But of course he would. He was always on call, as well. Nobody else could fly that Huey. She watched him bend over to pull a file from a lower drawer and wondered if he ever wore anything besides sage-green flight suits. She couldn't remember ever having seen him in anything else, not even jeans. And laced up black boots, never cowboy boots or regular shoes. She turned away swiftly and looked through the open door into the huge, empty hangar. God, was she crazy? What the hell difference did it make what he wore? None. Absolutely none! "Wendy?" ear that made her shiver. Quickly, she stepped forward and turned around to face him. Instinctively , she folded her arms across her chest. Lost Warrzors "Your desk is over here," he said, pointing with a file folder to a gray metal desk in the back corner. "This file should give you an overall rundown on what's what, and Steve left some stuff in the drawers he thought you could use. Reluctantly, she unfolded her arms and accepted the folder. "Bathroom's through there," he continued as if he hadn't notic2d her reluctance, "and there's a cot in the back room if you need a nap sometime. Feel free to use it." She suspected he spent most, if not all, of his nights there. Come on. I 11 show you all the supplies and equipment. You ever use a computer? " The time came when there was nothing more he could tell her until she started asking questions. She sat at her desk across the room from him and appeared to be absorbed in the files and notes Steve had left behind. Good, he told himself. |
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