Duran helped her up and said, “Sorry I hit you so hard.” “Rather you than a bullet.” The firefight had ended as quickly as it started. She saw men coming down from their hidden perches on old cargo racks. Mora went from body to body to see if any of the four Blacksnake members had survived. None had. Landra lay on the floor some fifteen yards away. There was only one wounded among the men who were protecting her, and his wound turned out to be superficial. Mora took out his medical kit and bandaged him. It was so much like a combat zone. The four Blacksnake men with Landra were also dead. She heard gunfire somewhere outside the building, and overhead she heard the sound of the chopper dwindling as it pulled away. Were Metzler’s men trying to shoot the chopper down? Duran had his finger on his earpiece, then said, “Doc, follow me. You’re going to meet Metzler. Then I think we’re going to get out of Dodge before they get more teams in and we get into a real war.”
