Chapter 2 - THE SCREAMING CAPTAIN
Smoke poured into the grand foyer as additional tactical team members descended on ropes through the shattered skylight.
Captain Ethan Ross landed heavily, his boots crunching on glass and marble dust.
He sprinted toward his fallen comrade lying motionlessly in the center of the hall.
"Tyler! Tyler! Stay with me, buddy!" Ethan screamed, his voice raw with pure desperation.
Ethan knelt beside the unconscious soldier, pressing his gloved hands over a gaping chest wound.
Dark red blood oozed continuously between his fingers.
Ethan turned his head toward the shadowy alcoves, his eyes bloodshot and frantic.
"Doctor! Help! Who is the doctor here?" Ethan bellowed, his voice echoing against the vaulted ceiling.
Clara crouched behind the stone pillar, her breathing shallow and ragged.
She looked at her hands, covered in fresh blood and dirt.
Ethan slammed his fist onto the floor in agony.
"Help! Is anyone a damn doctor?" he shouted again, pointing frantically into the dark.
Clara took a shaky breath and slowly dragged herself upward.
"Doctor..." she whispered softly, her throat dry.
Ethan whipped his head around, locking eyes with her.
"I... I am," Clara said louder, stepping out into the open hallway.
Ethan grabbed her by the shoulder, practically pulling her across the bloody tile floor.
"Save him! You have to save him right now!" Ethan roared.
Clara dropped to her knees beside Tyler, feeling for a pulse that was rapidly fading.
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She realized in an instant that if this soldier died on her table, the commandos would tear the hospital apart.
