Everything is happening so quickly. Too fast for me to keep up. Plans keep changing, and new options keep popping up. And none of the sound too good. All of our ideas keep falling apart before we can even act on them.
"What should we do, sir?" Nguyen asks.
"I...don't know. It's just...just..." all so much. I notice Nguyen and Jones glance at each other. I almost wish one of them would try and take command of our little group. Then I could go back to being an order-following doctor and do what I was trained to do. I was never supposed to be soldier, and yet, here I am.
Jones speaks up. "Sir, I think if our position is compromised, it might be best we move out. Going to the mall sounds like a good option. Lot's of supplies and places to hide."
I nod in agreement. "And if there are innocent people in the shelter?"
It's Nguyen's turn. "They'll be fine for a few more hours sir. They're probably safer locked up than out here. We could hit the mall, pick up those survivors, then come back."
I nod in agreement. "Those are good ideas," I admit. If there's one thing I learned in surgery is that you don't operate alone. The nurses and other doctor's are there because they have skills and experience that can be exploited. I guess, to some degree, the same can be said for commanding troops.
While we're talking, I notice Spenser acting a little weird. He seems to mouth something to Sam, and then puts his hand on his gun. I'm not sure what's going on, but I notice Nguyen's expression become stern as he flips the safety off his rifle. He nods at Jones, who does the same. At a complete loss, I slip of my safety, not exactly sure it's the best thing for me to do.
Sam and Spenser step outside and begin talking quietly. Trying to be as nonchalant as they are I step outside with them.
"What's going on?"
