"Christ." Warrick breathed out the curse in the absence of more gunfire, the only sound now that muted roar of their retreat and some unintelligible yelling that he assumed had to come from whoever had attempted to ambush them. Presumably everyone from Toreth's team was uninjured, otherwise Warrick wagered he'd have heard about it over the bowman and the Corporal wouldn't have been sitting there so calmly, but still...
They'd just been shot at. Warrick had never been shot at before.
He released his white-knuckled grip on the seat and little and checked his watch again for the time and the GPS positioning unit installed within it. A gift for his birthday from Dilly. So you don't lose your way home, she teased him before seeing him off, her nose wrinkling at the idea of her brother wasting his time flitting about a hostile desert. Perhaps she'd been right about that if it'd led to this, but Warrick hadn't cared about anything but the research when he signed the contract to go.
He still cared about the research, enough to worry about their retreat taking them within the vicinity of the labs with a hit squad on their tail. "SimTech's operations are restricted intel only. All those who work within the compound have been vetted personally and signed the company's standard confidentiality contracts. I doubt even your commanding officer is aware of exactly what we do here, it's all been kept very secret. What I do for the military is a side-track that barely scrapes the surface of SimTech's purpose here, and it is also a matter of the highest security."
Warrick could count on one hand the number of people aware of just how often the Royal Marines' Tech Division requested his expertise, and those were members of his personal staff and highly trusted. No, if there was a leak it was from outside of SimTech. He was certain of it.
"The natives who protest the existence of the lab, protest it because it is a private compound for a wealthy Western corporation in a destitute area only made more so by military invasion," he said, pressing his hands together to stop the tell-tale shaking of unspent adrenaline. "We could be hear for humanitarian aide and the natives would still hate it because we're here. Where, they feel, we are not meant to be."
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They'd just been shot at. Warrick had never been shot at before.
He released his white-knuckled grip on the seat and little and checked his watch again for the time and the GPS positioning unit installed within it. A gift for his birthday from Dilly. So you don't lose your way home, she teased him before seeing him off, her nose wrinkling at the idea of her brother wasting his time flitting about a hostile desert. Perhaps she'd been right about that if it'd led to this, but Warrick hadn't cared about anything but the research when he signed the contract to go.
He still cared about the research, enough to worry about their retreat taking them within the vicinity of the labs with a hit squad on their tail. "SimTech's operations are restricted intel only. All those who work within the compound have been vetted personally and signed the company's standard confidentiality contracts. I doubt even your commanding officer is aware of exactly what we do here, it's all been kept very secret. What I do for the military is a side-track that barely scrapes the surface of SimTech's purpose here, and it is also a matter of the highest security."
Warrick could count on one hand the number of people aware of just how often the Royal Marines' Tech Division requested his expertise, and those were members of his personal staff and highly trusted. No, if there was a leak it was from outside of SimTech. He was certain of it.
"The natives who protest the existence of the lab, protest it because it is a private compound for a wealthy Western corporation in a destitute area only made more so by military invasion," he said, pressing his hands together to stop the tell-tale shaking of unspent adrenaline. "We could be hear for humanitarian aide and the natives would still hate it because we're here. Where, they feel, we are not meant to be."