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Boyd gave a dramatic shudder. "I heard the Captain ripped the last patrol a new one for coming back empty handed."

Jensen's dark eyes twinkled at me. "See, ma'am, you did us a favour by allowing us to rescue you."

My lips couldn't help smiling in response. "Glad we could be of service. Your captain sounds like a real hardass."

"Nah. Anders is okay." Jensen responded. "He knows his stuff."

"Anders?" Mike leaned forward, interest lighting his grey eyes. "James Anders?"

"Yeah. Why?"

He shrugged casually, searching his pockets for a stick of gum. "I knew him back in Afghanistan."

Boyd slapped his hand on his knee. "Ha! Knew it! Had you pegged for one of us as soon as I saw you! What rank?"

"Captain." Mike peered through the window. "Where is your base camp located?"

"At the airport. We'll be there in a few minutes."

I started to feel anxious. The further we travelled, the further we would have to go to get back to the house. "Private Jensen, we have a group back at my sister's house. We really need to get back to them."

"No probs. There'll be another patrol heading out soon. They can pick them up then."

I nodded reluctantly. I guessed that would have to do. As the soldiers turned away to discuss a matter with the men in front, I whispered to Mike. "Will this Anders help us?"

He nodded. "He's a good man."

"Here we are." Jensen nodded. Peering through the small window, I saw we were approaching the airport. At least it had been an airport yesterday. Today it was like something from a war movie with its perimeter reinforced with barbwire and sandbags. Soldiers all along the fence line manned machine guns and rocket launcher. I looked around in awe as we passed through the gates. In the lowering dusk, lights shone brightly all over the camp, revealing a chaotic mix of tents, tanks, army vehicles and helicopters parked on the oval.

"Out you come." Boyd called cheerfully, pulling the hummer door open. Clambering out, I took in the sights and sounds. Periodically, machine guns would stutter, no doubt at zombies approaching the fence. Looking at all the lights and personnel, I had no doubt that this camp was attracting a lot of attention from zombies. Uneasy at the thought, I followed Mike and the soldiers through the grounds.

"You'll be perfectly safe here." Boyd said cheerfully. "We've got barricades and guards on all sides - except the river, of course."

He grinned. "But then, the crocs do the job of guarding that perimeter for us."

"The refugees are being housed in the arrivals building over there." Jensen nodded to a large building on our left. "But I'm sure we can do a bit better for a military man." He thumped Mike on the arm. Mike smiled appreciatively at him before turning to me and wagging his brows mischievously.

As we passed the large glass windows of the arrivals hall, I paused to look inside. There must have been hundreds of people lying across seats and sprawled across canvas beds or huddled in corners. Refugees, indeed. The look of numbness, shock and despair on their faces spoke of horrific experiences. Small children ran and played amidst the adults while older children stood close to their parents, seemingly afraid to let them out of their sight. My heart went out to them.

"What measures are you taking to ensure the virus doesn't spread amongst the refugees?" Mike asked abruptly.

Jensen looked up at him. "You know about the bite thing? Not to worry. The docs are giving all new refugees the once over to make sure they haven't been bitten."

"And if they have?" I hated to ask for fear of the answer.

Jensen looked at me somberly but did not answer the question.

"We're heading to the docs right now, as a matter of fact." Boyd interjected. "They should be able to see you straight away. It's not like they're busy - we haven't found any survivors in several hours."

The doctors were working from an office. The room was full of medical supplies and surgical equipment.

"Hey doc!" Boyd called out as we entered. "Got some new ones for you to check over!"

A man with short salt and pepper hair joined us. "Have either of you been bitten?" Keen eyed and sharp featured, the middle aged man ran his eyes swiftly over me.

I shook my head, a little taken aback by his abrupt manner.

"Been in the Daintree area in the last week?"

We shook our heads again.

"Good. Go in those booths over there," He nodded towards temporary cubicles in the far left corner of the room. "and strip."

Knowing that the doctors were thorough with their checks went a long way to reassuring me that this place wouldn't pose a risk to my family. Although the high profile of this camp still concerned me. Surely they should be trying to be as unobtrusive as possible? I shrugged the thought off as I headed for a booth. I was hardly Sun Tzu, military strategist extraordinaire.

After we were given the all clear by the doctor, Mike and I were met by another young soldier who introduced himself as Holt. Jensen and Boyd left to report to their captain. We were led to a tent.

"Please wait here until someone comes to collect you." The young man requested politely before leaving.

Mike raised his brows, looking around at the basic but comfortable accommodation. "Not bad digs, really."

"You must be highly regarded, Captain, to warrant such luxury." I responded automatically, but my heart wasn't in it. I kept thinking about Sarah. I was feeling increasingly frustrated, knowing she was getting sicker every minute that she was without the antibiotics I had in my bag.

"We'll be out of here soon, Lori." Mike said gently. He was really learning to read me well, I realised with some discomfort.

I looked away. "I hope so. If something happens to Sarah..."

"It won't." He said it with so much confidence that I actually believed him.

"Why, are we due a miracle again?" I asked wryly.

"We won't need it because you're just too damned stubborn to let anything happen to your kid."

"Hey!" I paused. "You know, I have absolutely no idea whether to be flattered or offended by that comment."

"Neither. It was an observation, not flattery." A mischievous glint came into his eyes. "If I were trying to flatter you, I would comment on your cute nose, your perky..."

"Hey!" My cheeks reddened and I hoped the lighting was poor enough to stop him noticing. I doubted it, though. Very little seemed to escape his notice.

"...smile." He gave me his most innocent look. "What?"

"You are such a stirrer." I sighed, exasperated.

Turning away, I placed my backpack on the little picnic table and stretched. Mike lay down on the camp bed, feet hanging off the edge, and closed his eyes. Unable to rest, I paced the tent. In the distance, the staccato sound of gunfire provided counterpoint to nearby vehicle engine noises and voices yelling instructions.

"You're wearing me out, Lori." Mike was watching me. I pulled a chair out and slumped down beside him.

"What's taking so long? I have to get home, Mike!"

"Give them a few more minutes. Then I'll go hunt down Anders and force him to give us a vehicle."

"Force him? Isn't that, like, treason or something, punishable by death?"

He laughed. "I don't think it will come to that."

Holt poked his head through the flap. "Captain Anders would like to see you now."

Jumping up, I rushed through the tent flap. Machine guns rattled left and right. Were they firing more frequently now, I wondered nervously, because it seemed like they were. Night had now fallen, making it impossible to see anything beyond the lights of the spotlights in the camp but I knew there were zombies there. The thought chilled me.

Anders was standing with Boyd in his tent, albeit a larger and more comfortably equipped tent. He turned as we entered and smiled welcomingly. He was a slim sandy haired man with intelligent blue eyes and angular features. Not surprisingly in the circumstances, he looked rather tired. Mike strode forward and met him with an enthusiastic handshake.

"Bridges." Anders grasped Mike's forearm firmly. "Nice to see you alive in the circumstances."

Mike grinned. "Better than the alternative."

Anders raised his brows in acknowledgement. "Indeed."

Turning to me, Mike beckoned me closer. "This is Lori Nelson, a friend of mine."

I glanced up at him, secretly pleased.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." Anders voice was clipped but polite. I smiled and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you, too. I am very grateful to you and your men," I nodded at Boyd. "for rescuing us. Mike and I were having a 'spot of trouble'."

Mike grinned. "Speak for yourself, Lori. I was doing just fine."

Anders' lips twitched. "Same old Bridges, I see. Might I ask what you were doing at the centre? I assume not shopping?"

"In a manner of speaking. We needed medicine for Lori's daughter."

Anders frowned. "She wasn't bitten, was she?"

"No. Yes." I rushed in. "She was bitten but that's not why she's sick. At least not directly."

Anders looked sympathetic and regretful. "I'm sorry to hear that. Unfortunately, you need to understand that there is no cure for being bitten yet. It seems to be 100% fatal."

"No. I, that is, the bite didn't have time..." Frustrated, I stopped and looked at Mike pleadingly.

"The limb was amputated immediately." Mike stepped in. "She doesn't have the virus, just an infection of the wound."

Anders turned to Boyd and requested that he leave. He turned back to us with a concerned look. "Amputation. Well, that would be a first. Maybe..."

Seeing our puzzled looks, he continued. "There is a zero tolerance policy in place. If the doctors determine that she is infected..." He paused.

"What?" I demanded.

"The doctors have been instructed to make sure any infected person is ...humanely euthanized."

He looked a little discomforted at the expression on my face.

"Well, she's not infected." I said through gritted teeth.

"If you choose to bring her here, it's a risk you need to be aware of." He said sympathetically.

"There's no way I'm taking that chance!" I exploded, turning to Mike. "Mike, we've got to get back home!"

"Calm down, Lori." He raised a pacifying hand, eyes on Anders. "Is there anything you can do? You have my personal assurance that the child is not infected."

"How long ago was the girl bitten?"

"Thirteen hours." I responded promptly. Anders nodded thoughtfully.

"And her symptoms are...?"

"She has a fever and signs of sepsis." At his raised eyebrow, I added an explanation for his benefit. "I'm a nurse."

"Well, she is approaching the outside window for incubation... If she hasn't developed the virus in the next couple of hours, I believe I can persuade the docs to give her the all clear."

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "Captain, I appreciate your help, but that's a big if. I am not going to take a chance of my daughter being put down like a dog!"

"Of course." He nodded. Straightening, he appeared to come to a decision. "Very well. I am prepared to give you my assurance that your daughter will be safe here. If Bridges says she is not infected, that is good enough for me."

I looked at Mike who nodded reassuringly. Turning back to Anders, he extended his hand. "'preciate that, Anders."

As the captain shook Mike's hand, I struggled with my anxieties. I wanted Sarah in the care of doctors but, in spite of Mike's confidence in this man, it felt like a big risk to bring her here. I believed Anders meant what he said but what if he couldn't honor his promise to keep her safe? What if the doctors had the power to override him? Was that a risk worth taking? I had seen for myself how ruthless the army was prepared to be to ensure this virus did not get out.

Mike spoke up as I stood silent. "Anders, we need to hitch a ride back to the house with one of your patrols."

"Of course. I'll walk you over to the team myself." Anders hesitated. My spidey sense went off as his eyes shifted away. "However, we have recently been given orders to evacuate all civilians and troops so you need to be aware that you don't have long to get back here. If you miss the last transport, you will be on your own."

"I see." Mike drawled slowly. "When will the last transport be leaving?"

"Oh Five hundred hours." Anders' voice was casual but as he moved to a nearby table to pour some water, I saw tightness in his face. "I will instruct the last patrol to check on you."

Handing us a glass of water each, he caught Mike's eyes. "I hope you will seriously consider coming with us."

Mike turned abruptly to me. "Lori, will you collect our backpacks, please?"

I gritted my teeth and spun on my heels. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to pick up on the underlying conversation going on in that room. If he needed me gone to talk more frankly, then so be it. Boyd was waiting outside the tent with a ready smile.