The bombs were falling everywhere as Sam Printer and Uni grabbed wounded and dragged them back to the ever moving Triage in the field at Temple Station. He wanted to go towards the fighting, but he had promised Remus he would look after Oni and had promised Scrap that he would remain behind the front lines and offer his support and defense of the wounded.
He heard the whistling but took too long to determine it was heading close to him. Desperately he tried to evade the incoming artillery shell but to no avail. The explosion happened spraying mud, water and grass high and wide. He flew backwards a few feet and landed squarely on his back. He was in so much pain and he was losing a lot of blood. He called out to Oni when he saw her. She had avoided the blast. He directed her to grab survivors and was pleased when he saw her grab scrap and carry her back to the again, moving Triage.
He was one of the last if not last injured at the location and through the fog of pain, blood and mud saw his rescuer. Taking a deep breath he knew he would be OK. He recognized the figure, mentally reaching out to find a name to greet them, when their hands yanked back his head and he felt the crisp, sharp pain of the knife cutting his jugular open.
As the rest of his blood poured out of him into the soaked earth of the fields of Temple Station, he was both surprised and angered at this betrayal and wondered why had this ally of Bravo murdered him. The retreating back of the figure was the last he saw before blackness took him and he felt himself dissolve into the ground.
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