Harriet finished cleaning up the medic space — which was really just a small counter in the lobby of the former visitor center — and wondered where in the world her replacement was. Her shift was long over and she’d had no patients, only operatives stopping by to say hello. Of course, she had caved when Dara pled with her to jump into their three-person rotation. She didn’t mind working here. The activity kept her mind occupied.
The wait for the Canadian army to arrive dragged on, not that Harriet was all that anxious to head into battle. She just really wanted something to do other than sprints, sparring, and running around the lake. At least she wasn’t so terrified of water any longer, though she had not yet learned how to swim. The first time she’d stepped into the shallows of the broad and deep lake, her brain flew back to jumping into the cold river, bullets pinging the hull of the tugboat, Darcy later bleeding and being carried by Marcos.
She shook her head. Harriet hoped they wouldn’t have to cross any more rivers on their way to take out Martin and secure the weapon.
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