To survive all of that and then lose two men on a flood-relief flight halfway around the world was too painful to elicit external emotion, the internal anguish was far too great.
As was the need to survive.
Emily pulled Larry’s arm over her shoulder and locked her arm around his waist. It would be easier to guide his steps that way.
She stared at the thick undergrowth and wished for a machete. Then she thought better of it. That would just make them that much easier to track.
With that in mind, she tossed her helmet toward the far side of the clearing punched by the Black Hawk’s crash. It landed against the edge of a small gap in the branches. Maybe the bad guys would think they’d gone that direction, deeper into the jungle.
Deeper into the jungle. That’s exactly what they’d expect.
