“Me and Brown slid Climo’s body over the bank of the ditch and into the growing stream of water that flowed along it. We sifted through his kit for his magazines and grenades and I tried not to look at my friend’s face, or what little was left of it. The dart that killed him had passed straight through his nose, and had taken flesh and bone with it. It was so gruesome I began to gag and I lifted my respirator just in time to vomit down my armour. Brown stopped what he was doing, ‘Don’t breathe i...n. Get your respirator back on.’ I hated Brown. He was the absolute opposite of Climo, a bully and an arse-kisser. He had helped Woody to make my life on Challenger a complete misery. But he was right, and begrudging doing what he told me to I swallowed what bile was left in my mouth and replaced my respirator. I waited for the filters to do their job before finally breathing again. ‘Poor bastard,’ I finally said. Brown packed Climo’s mammoth ammunition into his daysack, slung it onto his back and offered the rest of what he found to me, ‘Yeah,’ he agreed grimly.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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