Gretchen snapped her fingers to get Violet and Veronica’s attention. Onna was alerting to something ahead of them in the trees. It was mechanical. It sounded like maybe the squeak of a door shutting. This was drowned out by the sound of an engine starting up.
Derek and Gretchen moved back towards their own trucks, placing the engines between them and the sound.
Violet and Veronica looked to the tree line in time to see a small grey station wagon emerge and slowly roll towards them. It stopped thirty feet away broadside to Veronica’s Ent at the front of the group. Two people got out of the back seats of the wagon and started walking towards the pair standing on the foundation.
Violet and Veronica hopped down and moved forward. They recognized one of them. It was Sabine!
As they got closer to one another, Violet and Veronica noticed Sabine looked horrible compared to the last time they saw her. She looked thinner and moved stiffly.
“Good grief Sabine! You had us worried with all the cloak and dagger!” Veronica exclaimed as she gave her a hug. A hug cut shorter and weaker by Sabine’s reaction.
“Careful! I’m only held together with duct tape and bailing wire!” Sabine exclaimed only half joking.
“What happened?” Violet asked, the worry thick in her voice now. Evidently a lot happened in the couple of months since they had last seen her. Then again, Violet and Veronica had a bunch of stuff happen in the same amount of time, she reminded herself.
“It’s a long story and not one to be told here. We need to see to your patients and get underway. We’ve been out here too long as it is.” Sabine turned to the other woman with her.
“Angelique, this is Violet and Veronica.” She gestured to the pair. “Guys, this is Angelique, the other medic I brought with me for the heavy lifting and my defacto bodyguard.”
Violet and Veronica got a good look at the other woman. She was as tall as Sabine and Veronica, but had a little heavier build, at least in the shoulders, kind of like Violet. She was all kitted out with war gear, from the helmet with NVGs to the sub-machinegun slung at their side to mags and pistol on her belt. She had a small pack on her back and was carrying a garment bag looking thing with trauma labels on it in one hand. The most shocking part was how young she looked up close. She couldn’t be much older than Gretchen.
“Violet, Veronica, Great to meet you but where are the casualties?” The woman’s voice matched her appearance; young but strong, confident and commanding. She looked like she was about to say something else when she stopped mid-stream and appeared to be listening to something. She keyed her microphone.
“OK, I’ll let them know.” She turned her attention back to Violet, Veronica and Sabine.
“Sabine, Bekka said she was pulling the Hyena in out of the tree line for a quick round of intros and then we need to get eyes on the casualties. Depending on if there is room, we should assess and treat on the move so we can get back to the house. Too many of us are out right now.” She looked at Veronica and Violet.
“Bekka is the leader of this little sightseeing group out here today. She’s in the Subaru up front we got out of. If there’s room, Sabine and I will stay with the casualties and work as we go. We have another vehicle for the very back of the group. They will be here in a moment. Anything happens and the group gets hit, split up or whatever, the plan is to rally up with either the guys in the front, they guys in the back or with me.”
She reached into a cargo pocket and pulled out a stack of laminated 5x7 cards. She handed the stack to Veronica. When she looked at them, she could see they were printed with topo maps covered in colored dots.
“Give these to your people. If we all get split up, get to the purple dot to link back up. Linking up, it would probably be Bekka or Emilia from the Subaru, Me or one of these two,” she pointed at the sand rail rolling up beside them.
Violet and Veronica looked at the sand rail. In the cargo baskets were gas cans and lots of packs and ammo cans. None of this was nearly as startling as the driver and passenger. There was no windshield on the sand rail. This made sense considering the full-fledged belt fed machine gun resting on the hood and in the hands of the diminutive woman in the passenger seat. She was dressed a lot like Angelique but she wore the look a lot more naturally.
The driver was dressed for war as well, but somehow differently.
All told, one of the surprising things Violet and Veronica noticed; the whole link up crew was women. Angelique was still talking.
“Allyson, the driver, and Heidi the gunner. Either can lead you out of trouble and back to the house but their main job is to chop trouble off at the knees.”
The one called Heidi spoke to the gathered group.
“You guys want to get this elephant walk underway? I’d like to sleep in my own bed tonight.” The smile took the edge of off the prodding to get moving.
“Sure, Heidi. We just need to get to the casualties.” Sabine replied. Moments later the sand rail started moving again as it went to the back of the line of vehicles.