"Yes. Carefully," Bentley said, starting to pack his supplies up again.

Captain James was hoisted up by two of the soldiers, arms slung over their shoulders. They began to walk back once both the medics were ready, and their had their deceased medic covered and on a portable stretcher. Mafia or not, there was a lot of respect among comrades.

"Yeah. I'll do it first thing when we're back," said James, his voice still hoarse, head lulling from side to side. "I don't like it one bit, personally. Who knows what those fuckers are up to."