Draded nodded and waved him after the others. He moved from wounded man to wounded man, giving water and seeing to the worst of their wounds. All the while he listened for any changes in the sounds of the night that could indicate members of the MSS had returned at the sound of the helicopters.
Gino returned, hoisting another Ranger onto his back. The Kopassus soldier returned with him and took another of the wounded. The soldier didn't look in good shape, but he wasn't leaving anyone behind. They wanted to pack their dead with them as well, not leave them behind, but the dead had to go last. Joe, Diego, and Malichai all had the next round of wounded and were gone, disappearing into the darkness, when Draden felt his first prickle of unease.
He crouched low and signaled to the remaining soldiers for absolute silence. The remaining showed why they were considered elite. In spite of their wounds, they immediately went into survival mode, weapons ready, sliding deeper into the depression for cover. Draden moved away from them, toward the north. There were no sounds of insects. Not even the continual drone of cicadas or loud croaks of tree frogs. For a moment the forest had gone unnaturally quiet, signaling something was moving into it that it didnt belong.
He was part of the forest and could read every sign. He moved fast, slipping through brush without a whisper of sound. Sinking into the thick foliage, he waited. A man emerged from a small group of trees, heading stealthily toward the encampment of the wounded. Draden saw an other fifteen feet from him, and a third man the same distance out, as the terrorists moved in unison toward the small group of soldiers.
Draden waited until the nearest terrorist passed him then rose up swiftly, catching him around the head, his hand muffling any sound as he plunged his knife into the base of the skull before lowering the man to the ground. The forest floor was thick with vegetation and cushioned the fall of the rifle. Draden was already melthing into the dark, making his way across the expanse to the next man in line.
As the next terrorist turned his head toward where the fallen man should have been, Draden was on him, repeating the kill and slipping away. Behind him, more of the terrorists were emerging into the kill zone. They were filtering through the trees and shrubbery, making little sound, coming up toward the encampment where the remaining wounded waited to be trasnported.
Draden took the third man on their front line and the glanced down at his watch. He needed to buy Joe and the others an extra couple of minutes to pack out of the last of the wounded. Then he'd have to double-time it back to the choppers so they could get out of there before the MSS had time to get real firepower set up.
He reached up, leapt, caught the branches of a durian tree and pulled himself up, witing for the next line of soldiers to pass in front of him. Although he was aware of every second ticking by, he was patient. The moment the five men crept through the darkness, he dropped down, placing himself between the MSS filtering through the forest. They were creeping stealthily toward the helicopters, trying to insert themselves between the choppers and the remaining wounded soldiers.
MSS coming at you, Draden warned his team. I'll buy some time.
Draden moved much faster, risking being seen by one of the terrorists behind him as he cut down first one and then a second in that line. Glancing at his watch, he ran toward a third, his knife stabbing deep into the base of the skull as he shot past. He held on to the hilt of the knife, so that as he ran, it spun his victim around before the blade came free. He threw a balanced throwing knife sideways into the neck of another as he sprinted out of protection of the trees.
We're in. We're away, Joe reported. Circling to bring you home.
Comin in on the run.
The last of the helicopters had lifted from the ground, gunners providing cover, spraying the tree line to keep the terrorists from taking aim at Draden. Diego and Malichai used automatics to aid the gunners as Joe and Gino worked on the wounded. A rope was dropped down as the chopper circled back. Draden kept running as gunfire