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of the boot to stop the bleeding and get some fluid into him.
This wasn't looking good: As well as Al's being down, there were more
players around in the darkness.
Ken's team were out in the fields following up, and by now so were we.
The boy on the floor must have heard everything and considered himself
deeply in the shit because he decided to go for it. He lunged at Clive in an
attempt to get past him; Clive dropped Eddie's HK53 so he could use his arm
to drop him.
He was too late. The boy was gone, and so was the weapon.
"He's got a fifty-three!" Clive shouted. "He's got a fifty-three!"
They went after him.
Eddie had drawn his pistol; they both fired, and the boy dropped.
They ran forward and checked his body, 230 but there was no pulse.
They went back to Al, but it was too late. Al Slater was dead.
Ken came over the net, "Contact, wait out."
Frank replied, "We're about two minutes away. I'm stopping anything
moving out."
We stopped any vehicles we saw coming from that direction. I was glad
we were in uniform; there was a security base nearby, and now the shit had
hit the fan I wouldn't have wanted to be in civvies.
We saw lights coming along the road and put in an instant VCP.
Frank went to the car as any normal soldier would, so as to not arouse
any suspicion: "Hello, could I see your driving license please?
Where are you going? Thank you, good night."
What they didn't know was that I had an M16 pointing at the head of the
driver and Eno had an LMG ready to stop the car and its passengers if there
was any threat to this local army VCP.
We started to follow up in the area, but it was going to be more luck
than anything if we bumped into ihem.
We had to cover as much ground as possible as quickly as possible.
On the net we heard the local unit's QRF being called forward by Fraser
to cordon off the area, hoping that the players from the bomb team were
still in the area feeling like trapped rabbits.
We could tell by the radio traffic that there were far more chiefs than
Indians. Some of their Land Rovers were in ditches because of the ice. All
they knew was that . there were casualties and terrorists in the area. Every
time a tree moved it was reported. There was a danger of our being shot by
our own QRF.
There were short bursts of gunfire in the distance. Every time we got
on the net: "What is it? What is it?" We wanted to react. Fraser came back
each time. "Stand down, stand down." It was the QRF, firing at shadows.
There was a good chance that the boys could still be in the area, but
the QRF were multiplying the problems, and if any more time was wasted, we
might lose them.
Ken was severely pissed off and got on the net: "Get this to the QRF:
We will contain this area. They are to stay where they are. They are not to
fire at anything unless one of us tells them to or they are being fired at.
No patrols, no movement; stay in the vehicles. Tell them not to react
to anything until they're told."
We were well insulated, but my feet 'and hands were stiff with cold.