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“There will be trouble tonight.”
That explained the lights and the knives already strapped to his thighs. I took his radio from him.
“I want personnel who can use the Mark 19s in the Strykers now. Move one to the north and one to the south.”
“Need a replacement on Roof 3,” someone said.
“Heading to Roof 3,” someone else said.
Three additional people responded, moving to the Strykers and asking for replacements for their various positions.
“We need a vest that will fit Molev,” I said when they quieted.
“On it,” someone said.
I looked at Molev. “I’ll make sure the doctor is ready. Same rules as Loveland. I will stay out of the way as long as you’re making smart choices. Close wounds immediately and rehydrate frequently.”
He gave me a single, grave nod.
“Where do you want the doctor?” I asked.
“The housing roof is flat. I will see her there.”
I left him on the roof and found the doctor and her team in their room-turned-partial-lab.
“I need you on the roof with a full medic kit.”
She frowned at me in confusion.
“Molev thinks a hound’s going to attack tonight. He’ll be wearing a vest, which will help, but he’ll still need patching. Last time the medic used mostly glue and tried to conserve the actual stitches for the deeper wounds. Dress warm. It’ll be a long night.”
She nodded slowly and looked around the room for a moment before springing into action. I watched her inventory a kit she had against one wall. She added several syringes and vials to it as well. Once she was bundled, I led the way outside.
Someone already had a ladder against the building.
“I’ll take that up,” I said. “You climb.”
A moan echoed distantly.
The doctor glanced at me then nimbly scurried up the ladder. I wasn’t far behind.
After leaving her with the kit, I made several more trips, setting her up with a camp chair, blanket, and hand warmers along with a table to hold her things.
“Pull the ladder up when you're by yourself,” I said. “Molev can get up here without it.”
The words had barely left my mouth when my radio crackled to life.
“Eyes to the north.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Waiting gavetension and fear time to take over, and both led to mistakes. As the minutes ticked by and turned to hours, I began to wonder if that was exactly what the hound was hoping for.
However, Molev was good at waiting, too.
He crouched on the roof, listening to updates. The hound wasn’t approaching. It was letting infected gather around it. Each howl drew more to it.
“Wouldn’t it be better to kill it now, before too many gather?” I asked softly from the ground.
